Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

In the first Chinese session, as soon as Xie Yao got the test paper, he skipped the vocabulary questions and went to the ancient Chinese to write silently. After scanning a few questions, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The contents to fill in the blanks were all within the key range he had drawn for Yan Zhou, except for the last one, which was a little bit out of the outline, and it was the content to be memorized in the third year of high school.

It is estimated that the city issued papers to let them experience the scope of the college entrance examination in advance.

After confirming the basic knowledge, he reviewed it for Yan Zhou, and Xie Yao then went back to do the questions in order.

The topic of the composition is lackluster, and the topic of discussion is hard work.

Xie Yao quickly wrote the outline and started brushing and brushing. When he finished writing the composition, there was more than half an hour left.

He was a little bored lying on the table and turning his pen. Since he went to bed earlier yesterday, it is difficult for him to fall asleep now, and his brain is sober.

So he simply hugged his shoulders and looked at the various candidates in the classroom.

For example, Gu Jiayang was scratching his head crazily, with such intensity that one wondered if the scalp on the back of his head would be scratched bald after this test.

Gu Jiayang likes to write and discuss dialectical composition topics such as A and B. He is very bad at very inspirational and uplifting ones. The most important reason is that he recites very few composition materials, so he vaguely remembers a few foreign countries with particularly positive energy. Friend, I'm not sure if I've got my name right.

He had no choice but to scratch his head frantically, begging his brain to recall quickly.

Why didn't Gu Jiayang memorize such a simple and common composition material...

He sank into mad regret.

Gu Jiayang looked at the word "struggle" in the composition title, and said to himself, hey, God will kill him!

However, the last straw for Gu Jiayang's death was the clear sound of Xie Yao's pen tip hitting the paper after he finished writing the composition, followed by the clear sound of closing the pen cap.

Xueshen has finished writing ahead of time, but he still has no clue about the composition.

The sound first crushed Gu Jiayang, and then lightly poked the melon in his little head like a finishing touch.

Gu Jiayang coughed lightly, picked up the pen, and solemnly wrote the title on the composition paper.

"My squad leader - on hard work and diligence"

The handwriting is neat and correct, full of respect and love for Squad Leader Xie.

Xie Yao sneezed, feeling that the last row of air conditioners seemed a little cold.

He usually likes to pack lightly for exams, with a bottle of water and a pencil case. He is unrestrained and unrestrained, coming and going freely, and he never remembers to bring a coat.

Thinking about it carefully, I rarely remember to bring a coat.

But I don't seem to feel cold often?

Why is that?

Oh, Xie Yao finally remembered, he seemed to spend his days rubbing Yan Zhou's coat all day long.

After observing the students who were writing hard in the classroom, Xie Yao finally went back to the table as if he had completed his mission in private.

Just as he was about to check whether there were any careless typos, his arm hanging on the edge of the table accidentally knocked against a hard object.

Xie Yao looked sideways and found that it was an iron nail stuck on the side of the table. Because it was not nailed tightly, half of its head was floating outside.

Xie Yao was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly found that the table seemed familiar.

He actually sat at Yan Zhou's table.

To make sure of this, he leaned back in the chair and glanced into the belly of the table.

The metal belly had a streak of dried white paint, and the inside was spotless.

It really is Yan Zhou's table.

A strange feeling suddenly rose in Xie Yao's heart, as if he had stepped into someone else's private territory.

His eyes fell on the neat and clean table, thinking that the place where he lay down was the same place where Yan Zhou used to sleep with his arms on his head.

At that time, Yan Zhou still liked to sleep with his coat buttoned on his head, and a slender hand rested lazily on a protruding neck bone, with clean and neat knuckles.

Xie Yao turned over the paper with a swipe, collected himself, and wanted to start checking the Chinese composition.

The paper was shifted a bit, revealing a sentence of English written on the table, the handwriting was so light that it was almost blurred by the test paper.

Xie Yao glanced curiously.

"Imgonna miss this when it's----"

A short dash followed by an abrupt blank.

Someone forgot to wipe it off before the exam.

For some reason, Xie Yao faintly felt that this sentence was somewhat familiar.

It seems to have heard it somewhere.

But excluding the texts and the foreign language broadcasts he often listens to, he really couldn't remember them.

……

Two days later, the distant and loud sound of cicadas ended the last subject of the mid-term exam, and the bell for the end of class was long overdue.

Mingcheng's routine is to go back to the classroom to clean up the exam room after the exam, and rearrange the desks and chairs, so as to save time when going to school the next day and avoid wasting morning reading classes.

Because Xie Yao is in this class, Gu Jiayang and Gu Jiayang just have to wait for the others to return to class.

He found his own table, and instead of moving the table with the other troops, he moved back to the bottom row of the first group, and then returned to his own position.

Gu Jiayang held the two test papers and insisted on checking the answers with Xie Yao. Xie Yao had no choice but to give Gu Jiayang his own papers: "Are you sure you want to check the answers?"

Yan Zhou's desk was at hand, and the faint handwriting on the desk could be seen at a glance.

I just don't know what Yan Zhou meant.

Gu Jiayang nodded: "This time in the mid-term, I unexpectedly feel good about the questions. I have confidence, especially in Chinese. I feel that the composition is very smooth. It is probably the first hit."

Xie Yao asked casually, "What material did you use for your composition?"

Gu Jiayang raised his head: "What I wrote is real people."

Xie Yao: "Huh?"

Before he could continue to ask, Gu Jiayang told him impatiently: "Squad leader! I put you on it! You must bless me to pass the composition!"

Xie Yao almost sat empty on the chair: "Wait... what are you talking about?"

He was confused for a while: "You put me... on it? Why did you write me? Did the two of us get a paper?"

Xie Yao: "For a password, spell—"

Gu Jiayang answered decisively: "Strike—"

Xie Yao wanted to kill the mentally handicapped man in front of him, and asked kindly, "Where did I make you think that it has something to do with the word hard work?"

Gu Jiayang didn't think there was any problem at all, and he was confident: "I mainly feel that writing this composition topic is too boring, so I decided to change the angle for him, and then what I wrote is-some people seem to win effortlessly, In fact, it is a story of working hard to the extreme in private."

Xie Yao felt that his brain was going to be short-circuited, and asked with difficulty: "This... has something to do with me?"

Gu Jiayang nodded: "Yes, you are the class monitor. On the surface, you listen to the class easily, and you often forget to do your homework. In fact, you study the competition questions behind your back, and you go to the competition tutoring class at night. Do you still remember the time you fought at the beginning of school? Didn’t you just fall asleep on the table the next day because you stayed up late to study the questions, and I didn’t wake up after yelling several times.”

"There is a very good and touching sentence, how to put it..." Gu Jiayang rubbed his chin and thought, "I remembered! Yes, you only look effortless if you work hard."

Xie Yao: "..."

Your kid's composition may die.

If Lao Yang reads your composition in front of the whole class, I might die too.

Xie Yaoxin said.

Others in the class came back one after another, and some people were discussing the answers together.

"Squad leader, can I read your paper?"

Xie Yao pouted forward and motioned, "It's at Gu Jiayang's place, you can get it yourself."

A small group of people came to Gu Jiayang's side again, and Gu Jiayang leaned on the table, clutching Xie Yao's paper and did not let go: "Don't grab it, don't grab it, everyone comes first, first come first, and those who see it will have a share."

Anyway, as soon as the exam is over, the top five students in class three will be surrounded in front of their desks, and Xie Yao is just one of them.

Not long after, Yan Zhou also came back.

During the three days of the mid-term exam, Xie Yao felt that he should leave more space for Yan Zhou to digest because he had roughly skimmed all the knowledge points before, so he just told him if he had any questions and sent them over to ask, instead of following the previous pattern.

Seeing him come back, Xie Yao hurriedly said, "How did you do in the exam? Do you find it difficult?"

Yan Zhou's hand holding the bag paused, and slowly spit out two words: "It's okay."

Xie Yao carefully figured out how sure he was of the "not bad" that this scumbag said.

Then failed.

He doesn't understand the world of scumbags.

Seeing that Yan Zhou was sorting out the test papers, Xie Yao offered to propose, "May I help you score?"

Yan Zhou raised his eyebrows: "Maybe I can't estimate it, I don't have the habit of writing the answers on the test questions."

Xie Yao grabbed a few papers and took a look, it was really white and the land was so clean.

Xie Yao gave a "tsk" and shook his head: "Is this paper of yours very valuable or very expensive? There is no trace on it. Don't you circle keywords and numbers when doing the questions?"

Yan Zhou: "No, I just sold a bunch of papers yesterday."

Xie Yao: "Then move your precious little hands to do the questions and leave some traces. You can easily miss the information in the questions."

Yan Zhou paused, and nicknamed it: "Waste of time."

Xie Yao: "..."

Does this sound like a nonsense that a scumbag can say?

While at a stalemate, Xie Yao deluded himself to think that maybe a scumbag might really be gifted, and his learning style is different from ordinary people.

He compromised: "Okay, anyway, the results will come out in a few days."

Yan Zhou took down the books on the empty table, the top one was Xie Yao's, and the bottom one was his own.

When he put the book in the belly of the table, he found a familiar pencil case in the belly of the table.

Yan Zhou pushed Xie Yao down on the table: "You left your things here."

"oh oh."

Xie Yao hurriedly put the things back into the bag, and explained: "Well, I happened to be taking the exam in your seat."

Yan Zhou made a "hmm" sound, and then said casually, "I know, I saw your seat number."

In fact, this is nothing.

But an idea suddenly flashed in Xie Yao's mind.

Before he had time to delve into the source and reliability of this idea, he only heard Yan Zhou asking him from the side:

"I said I owe you a meal, so come to my house at night?"

The author has something to say: Although late, but arrived!I still finished the update today!The defense is successfully concluded!