lame brain

"Our first class is the physicalization intensive class in the grade. Most of the students in the school were admitted by being the top 30.00% of the good students in the city by their own strength, and you are the 30.00% after screening. 5.00% of %, similarly, the competitiveness here is also unprecedented, maybe you have all felt it in the past year, so there is a sense of gap..."

"Do you think that the college entrance examination is still a long time away, and you still have a lot of time to waste? You are wrong! Teacher Qian is here to tell you clearly that the second year of high school is the most important stage in your life. Once upon a time, I had a student who When I first came in, my grades were in my class. As a result, this kid worked hard. He was studying when others were playing, he was studying when others were eating cold drinks, and he was still studying when others were going to the bathroom together. Study in your seat..."

"What? If he doesn't even go to the bathroom, is the teacher still alive?"

Suddenly a boy interrupted, and the whole class roared with laughter.

Qian Laoban couldn't help laughing too, his chubby and kind face was wrinkled into a round bun, he stopped laughing for a while and said, "Wang Kong, Teacher Yao, you call her Goddess Yao, right? Didn't you teach you how to exaggerate?" Come on, stand up and tell me, do you understand what I mean by the exaggeration I use here?"

"what?"

Sitting in the third row, black and thin, Wang Kong stood up blankly, seeing fifty pairs of eyes of the whole class looking at him, scratched the back of his head, and answered the question of money coming from the podium in a nonchalant manner. Old Ban's question, "Probably... that senior, uh, cultivated a fairy...?"

Seeing the whole class laughing together again, Mr. Qian shouted helplessly, "Okay, okay, stop laughing," turning his head and pointing the finger at Wang Kong in front of him, "Wang Kong, you are poor, why, what do you think?" Do you want to be the pistachio in Class [-], Grade [-]? Huh? Sit down and copy the word learning for me fifty times in your notebook and give it to me tomorrow morning."

"What?! Fifty times?..." Wang Kong, who was shocked by the bad news, wanted to struggle a few times, but was blocked by Qian Laoban's cunning, "Why? It's too little? How about a hundred times?" "No, no, no, just fifty times!" He hurriedly agreed, and he didn't need to ask for a hundred times...

Qian Laoban didn't make things difficult for him any more, let him sit down, and walked to the podium again, put his hands on the podium, still looked a bit like a head teacher, he swept across the podium and sat down The fifty students in the school are very good, no one is talking, they are all looking up at him seriously... except for Jiang Yeqing, who is next to his favorite student, who is still lying there, he sees that he has nothing but He is most energetic during recess and physical education class, but at other times he looks listless and doesn't get enough sleep. I only hope that Fang Weiming can get close to Zhu Zhechi and give him some positive and subtle influence.

Qian Laoban's heart has grown extremely strong in the past year. I just ask the big brother in the school not to make any other troubles and wipe his face for his class. During the class meeting, sleep as long as you want...

So he just passed by without seeing anything, and continued to brainwash the students he brought, bah, instilling positive thoughts that the flowers of the motherland in the socialist garden should have.

Fang Weiming noticed that the teacher's gaze swept past him, thinking that he was going to call the person to stand up, and felt a little anxious.

On the face, he remained calm, and silently tried his best to push the stack of books on the man's desk to his left with his elbow, hoping to help him block it a little.

Fortunately, the teacher in charge quickly looked away and continued talking, as if the pause just now had never happened.

Fang Weiming heaved a sigh of relief.

Who would have thought that the breath was not completely relieved, maybe it was because Jiang Yeqing had piled the books too high, and he couldn't help him push them lightly, and the next moment they all fell down without warning, it's okay Undead fell on the black head lying on the bottom, making a muffled sound.

The eyes of the whole class were attracted by the voice, and they saw their class monitor working hard, his originally expressionless face seemed to be a little anxious about the safety of his deskmate, helping his deskmate to sort out the fallen books Yes, what a scene full of love from classmates.

Jiang Yeqing, who was woken up abruptly by the impact, heard Laoban Qian's lesson, "Jiang Yeqing, did the teacher tell you not to pile all the books on the table when you were in the first year of high school?" , now the retribution is coming! Squad leader, don’t help him tidy up, let him do it by himself..."

Jiang Yeqing: "???"

Fang Weiming still helped him organize the books. Jiang Yeqing looked at the pile of books and almost couldn't recognize that they belonged to him. Thinking about the piles of test papers and books not long ago, Jiang Xuezai Once suffered a critical blow called "No Contrast No Harm".

"These," Fang Xueshen didn't know that his light almost blinded his deskmate again, and he pushed the books he sorted out to him, "Put them on the desk, they won't be needed for the time being .”

After Jiang Yeqing took it, he put the book into the belly of the desk, and then touched his red forehead and began to think about what happened just now.

The book fell over suddenly?

He looked at the extremely neat pile of books that had shrunk by at least half, and wondered in his heart: No, his book pile is the one that claims to be the tallest and most stable in the class, and is called "the sophomore in high school" by his bad friends. The Leaning Tower of Pisa, how could it suddenly collapse at this time?

Jiang Yeqing turned his head suspiciously and looked at the tablemate next to him.

Feeling his gaze, Fang Weiming turned his face away guiltily, and the exposed profile was still upright, not at all like the instigator.

"Do you have a headache?" Fang Weiming adjusted his expression inwardly, then turned to ask him.

Jiang Yeqing let go of his doubts, seeing that he didn't look like he would do bad things, he put his left hand on his cheek, his expression was very loose, "It doesn't hurt, isn't it because I was hit by a book? It's not made of tofu."

After saying the words "made of tofu", his eyes glanced at Fang Weiming's fair and handsome face, and he thought: Don't worry about yourself, you are obviously made of tofu.

During the evening self-study, Jiang Yeqing spotted Fang Weiming's homework, and poked his arm with the capped end of the pen, "Hey deskmate, copy the homework for me."

The voice had just finished speaking, and before he agreed to it, he immediately grabbed it. After all, this kind of thing has never stopped since the two of them became the same table at the beginning of school. Fang Weiming just glanced at him and continued to work on his wrong problem set .

Satisfied, Jiang Yeqing, who had copied homework, hummed while copying, muttering, "China is a good tablemate, let's talk about it, can you not get so many homework right, how can people copy it, it can only be empty, alas ..."

Fang Weiming: "..."

Hearing this, Fang Weiming put down his pen and looked at him seriously, "What do you not know? There is still enough time. Let me explain it to you."

This time it was Jiang Yeqing's turn to make a series of ellipses. He always felt that the student god next to him was trying to undermine his confidence in an all-round way by teaching him the topic, so he said frankly, "You might as well Ask me what to do."

Fang Weiming: "Okay, then what do you know? Have you memorized the formulas and theorems?..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Yeqing pointed to a certain place on the test paper and showed his white teeth, "I only know this."

"It's okay, it's good to only know this..." Fang Weiming, who was just about to comfort him, glanced at the place he was pointing at, and lost his voice.

I saw Jiang Yeqing's finger pointing to the two spaces where the class name was filled in on the test paper.

Fang Weiming: ...

Looking at the monitor's speechless expression, Jiang Yeqing thought of an expression vividly: O__O

I was almost teased to death by my own imagination hahaha.

I feel that when I see his cold and paralyzed face in the future, I can't look directly at him, and I am so cute by my former love rival.

Jiang Yeqing himself was almost overwhelmed by his quick wit, but it's a pity that he couldn't film this scene, what a pity.

Fang Weiming stood up from the cold eyes staring straight at him. He didn't know what he was laughing at while lying on the table. After Jiang Yeqing slowed down, he took the homework among them and prepared to give it to him from the first class. The topic begins.

After laughing, Jiang Yeqing looked at him as if he really wanted to give him a serious lecture. Although he was very unwilling in his heart, he still listened to a few words because he had copied his homework for half a month. .

At first Jiang Yeqing listened with his back straight, but slowly his back was bent, his head was bent, and his eyes were about to close.

Listening to Fang Weiming's clear and bright voice, it also became a perfect lullaby.

He managed to pull himself together and said, "At the same table, I don't understand what you said. I think I may not have learned mathematics well in my freshman year of high school..." So stop talking and let him go!

Fang Weiming was taken aback when he heard the words. Just when Jiang Yeqing thought there was something interesting, he saw him searching in the desk and put a book in front of him. He read it, "Mathematics for the first year of high school"!

Jiang Yeqing: Damn it!There really are!At this time, who still has the book for the first year of high school, he is convinced...

Unrequited in life, he was forced to listen to him start from the textbook in the first year of high school, while annoyed in his heart that he had made the task more difficult for himself.

It just jumped from hard mode to hell mode.

【journal】

(There are a lot of study plans for someone, written densely, with a lot of traces of revisions.)

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I am so lucky to be able to help him with my limited strength.

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Haha Jiang Erbao's nightmare~