A villain in love dressed as school grass

The fact that Pu Ziwen and Zhu Bo showed off the answers to God's test made Zhu Bo feel incredible.

It is unbelievable that Pu Ziwen's mind is so straight.

Anyone who reads this test will think it is a scam, but there are three fools who believe it and jump into it.

Zhu Bo made an unprecedented reminder.

"When you can get your money back, do it quickly."

When it was late, people went to Loukong, and there was no Mao.

Pu Zi heard that the three of them were drugged by someone, and they really had some ideas about the top ten in the school list.

This is not wishful thinking what it is.

The excellent class of top students in the second year of Huaiyu No. [-] Middle School is actually very good at playing.

Zhu Bo accidentally read the physics papers of the top students' classes, which were very difficult and deep, and it was more than enough to use them as Olympiad questions.

Therefore, the gold content of the top ten in the school list is full gold, and the person who is the god of the exam is also cheating these trailing classes.

"Don't worry, even if you can't get into the top ten of the school list, it's okay to simply get the first place in class [-]."

Pu Zi smells self-confidence from nowhere.

OK, Zhu Bo is waiting.

In the morning, Liu Pingju finished the encouragement and mobilization meeting for the students in class [-] who were going to take the examination room, and it was very formal.

Even if other teachers persuaded her that she didn't need to be so concerned about the tail class, it would be useless in the end.

Liu Pingju still feels that these children should not be judged so early.

"Answer the questions carefully during the exam, don't whisper to each other, read the questions carefully, and don't just write with a pen..."

A cliché.

Zhu Bo leaned on the window sill and just listened.

In the monthly exam, the ranking of the placement test results will be used as the candidate number for the first monthly exam.

He is 39, and 40 is Pu Ziwen.

When the exam officially started, the invigilator had already messed up the order of the seat numbers.

I thought I could stagger Pu Ziwen, but found that he was still by my side.

Zhu Bo didn't know what to say.

The first subject was Chinese. Zhu Bo, as an excellent "student", took it for granted that he wrote the ancient poems correctly,

Everything else is written by feeling.

As for composition, scumbags generally don't know how to write composition.

Zhu Bo wrote a beginning meaning.

When he got to the next subject, Zhu Bo obviously felt that the calm examination room just now had become dark and turbulent.

I can't sit still just by smelling a puzi.

And it just so happened that Pu Ziwen and Ding Weisong were sitting on the left and the right of Zhu Bo respectively.

This means that the two of them need to pass Zhu Bo to pass the answer to the test of God.

Before the invigilator came over, Pu Ziwen purposely went to Zhu Bo's side.

"Student Zhu Bo, do me a favor, pass us a note?"

"I won't help." Zhu Bo spoke very bluntly, without being humane at all.

Ding Weisong kept winking at Puziwen, meaning Brother Wen, please say a few more words.

"It's not a loss for you to help us, the answer is shared by the three of us."

"How about 300 yuan a time for the answer to the god test, let's take the top three in the class together?"

Zhu Bo glanced at him and shook his head.

"I don't want to test the answer, I am willing to lie flat in the bottom four."

So heartless.

After the invigilator came in and handed out the sealed math paper, Pu Ziwen had already received the answer from the test god.

It was full of a big article, and Pu Ziwen wrote it directly without even reading the question.

After writing Pu Ziwen, he quickly wrote a paper answer to Ding Weisong.

Zhu Bo felt a light ball of paper hit him, it was the answer written by Pu Ziwen, Zhu Bo didn't really want to talk to him.

But he couldn't do anything about Puzi's mosquito-like voice and kept calling him, so Zhu Bo bent down and picked up the answer and threw it to Ding Weisong.

Ding Weisong's expression was not quite right.

After the exam, it was just lunch break, Pu Ziwen and Ding Weisong were going to the campus supermarket to solve the problem with a box of instant noodles.

Pu Ziwen didn't want to believe it until Ding Weisong said "Brother Wen, I think the answer to the test is wrong".

Nonsense, 300 yuan to buy the answer.

How could it be wrong.

But when Pu Ziwen heard Ding Weisong say that the answer obviously didn't match the question type.

Pu Zi smelled the instant noodles in his hand and suddenly it didn't smell good.

It's over, let it cool down.

The following two people did not use the answer to the test of God.

Pu Ziwen simply threw a ball of paper to get the answer based on his own feelings.

Mysterious and mysterious.

As the leader of the language team, Liu Pingju naturally has to bear the heavy responsibility of grading the papers. Now she is more concerned about the test papers of the top student in her class.

I don't know if there are any parts beyond the difficulty in the argumentative papers published this time.

It should not confuse the arguments.

With such confidence, Liu Pingju began to flip through Pu Ziwen's paper.

Five minutes later, when Liu Pingju saw Pu Ziwen's answer, she immediately felt that her blood pressure was a little high.

What does the child mean by writing the quoted ancient poems? !

Looking further down, the answers to other questions were even more outrageous. There was even a question where Pu Ziwen actually wrote a zero.

The young female teacher sitting on the edge of the seat looked at it and laughed: "This kid in your class regards Chinese as mathematics?"

Liu Pingju's complexion was not very good-looking.

"Pu Ziwen, the head teacher is looking for you."

He Shiyue, the female squad leader, said at the door that Pu Zi was a little puzzled.

When he arrived at the office of the language group, Pu Ziwen regretted coming so obediently.

"Pu Ziwen, explain what happened to your test paper, how did you make such a low-level mistake, did you do it on purpose? I don't understand."

Liu Pingju couldn't figure it out at all, how could a good seedling be like this.

"Teacher, I really didn't mean it."

Pu Ziwen was a little powerless to defend himself, and said to himself that of course you don't understand, and he himself doesn't understand how he somehow became a top student.

The feeling of being a top student is really stressful.

"Did you put some pressure on yourself during the summer vacation, child, if you have any problems, you should report them to the teachers and parents in time."

Liu Pingju believed that Pu Ziwen had an accident during the summer vacation and was hit.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to answer the question in such a random way.

This made Pu Ziwen want to say it directly, but no one believed it.

The gossip spread quickly, and within half an hour, everyone in Class [-] basically knew that there seemed to be something wrong with Pu Ziwen.

Moreover, this question was passed around ten times and twenty times, and the version that Zhu Bo heard later was simply a fantasy.

"Puzi heard that he committed suicide during the summer vacation | he failed to kill himself, and his studies have plummeted. He is almost at the end of his life. I heard that it is a severe depression..."

major depressive disorder.

Just as Puzi heard about the foolishness, he said that the parrot raised by the guard Wang was depressed. Zhu Bodu believed it.

Pu Ziwen, pull it down.

When Pu Ziwen returned to Class [-] from Liu Pingju's office, he found that everyone looked at him very strangely.

There was sympathy, there was doubt, there was shock.

When Pu Ziwen sat down, Ding Weisong immediately leaned forward and stared at him.

"What's wrong with you, you finally got your brother Wen's handsomeness, and you want to throw yourself into my arms again?"

After Pu Ziwen finished speaking, Ding Weisong immediately stretched out his hand to measure the temperature of his forehead.

"You don't have a fever, how can you talk nonsense?" Pu Ziwen asked.

"What nonsense, I didn't talk nonsense about Brother Wen."

Ding Weisong told the "participant" what he had heard from Wu Yibei, and the person himself was shocked.

"When will I go on a hunger strike for love, and still, severe depression!"

It's outrageous!What nonsense!

"Don't listen to their nonsense, Brother Wen is in good health and can still carry the burden of the third lieutenant's school."

"Is that right, Zhu Bo?"

After Pu Ziwen changed his seat, he happened to switch to Zhu Bo's front row, and he especially liked to talk to Zhu Bo when he had nothing to do.

But Zhu Bo basically answered him with the same word very friendly.

"roll."

The results of the monthly exam were sent out very quickly. Within two days, the teachers of each subject speeded up the grades, and finally they were going to release the rankings before school on Friday night.

Exciting time.

Although the students in Class [-] were not doing well in their studies, they still secretly competed with Class [-] who dominated them.

Perhaps this is the legendary, chickens pecking at each other.

In the last night of self-study, some people in the class ate spicy noodles, and being caught by the male monitor was another good meal of ideological education.

"Why don't you let them eat? Sister Ju said we can have snacks."

"It's fine, it's fine, you can't eat anything with a smell, the teacher in charge said that too!"

On both sides, you talk to each other, until the familiar sound of high-heeled shoes walking in the corridor outside the door, the two sides have no intention of stopping.

The flimsy piece of paper Liu Pingju held in her hand was the protagonist of tonight's self-study.

The class list of the [-]th class and the school list of the second grade.

Liu Pingju pushed open the door, her attitude looked very cold, but she was actually full of anger.

"You still have time to play, look at how you are doing in the exam, there are still people who are disobedient and eat spicy sticks, the monitor will report their names to me!"

The boy who ate spicy sticks felt bitter and hit the gun.

The evening self-study bell rang, and Liu Pingju sat down at the desk, said a few unsatisfactory words of criticism, and began to read the list.

"1, He Shiyue, 2, Tong Siqi."

"It's not bad for male and female squad leaders." At least it's okay for Class [-].

"11, Zhang Pengpeng, 12, Gong Yue..."

Liu Pingju began to read down, and the more she read, the worse her attitude became, until the end.

"40, Ding Weisong, 41, Zhu Bo, 42..."

42 Liu Pingju did not read it out.

This bottom one is what makes her angry the most!

"The last one... Pu Ziwen."

The class suddenly exploded, and the college bully their class had high hopes for turned out to be!I got the last one in the exam!

Who will believe this, Xueba!Big news! This is it!

Pu Ziwen didn't think much of it, and whispered to the boy in the front seat.

"Why haven't you seen what the bottom one looks like?"

What greeted Pu Zi was Liu Pingju's violent slap on the table.

"You are not only the bottom one in class [-], but also the bottom one for all the sophomores in high school. Call your parents to the school next Monday!"

Liu Pingju was completely angry.

Lin Nianping was also shocked when she learned about her son's grades. Before next Monday, she made an appointment with Liu Pingju to discuss this issue on Saturday.

We chatted for most of the day, and the dishes were cold and then hot, and hot and cold.

"I really don't know if the child is like this, or if his father and I are too careless to discipline him, he wasn't like this before."

"And this child is less and less communicating with our parents, we are also very anxious."

Liu Pingju helped analyze: "Maybe we have a gap with the child, maybe peers have a common language, do you know who his usual good friends are?"

Lin Nianping said: "A good friend...the only one I know is that kid Xiaobo."

When Liu Pingju learned that this person was Zhu Bo, she decided that she must be responsible to the students as a teacher.

Liu Pingju asked Zhu Bo to go to the office before class on Monday.

"Teacher, what you mean, I didn't understand wrongly."

"You want me to help you intervene and treat Pu Ziwen's psychology?"

"Yes." Liu Pingju nodded, "My good friend is in trouble, I hope you can help him, what do you think, do you think he has this disease, the teacher trusts your judgment."

What does he think? Intervention treatment... the taste is probably no different from tying Pu Ziwen with a rope.

In this case, then.

"Teacher, don't worry, I will cooperate with you to cure Pu Ziwen's illness."

Zhu Bo said bluntly.

The author has something to say: Xiao Pu: Am I sick?Why don't I know, my wife, you are cheating me!

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