C position study, God chooses the way

"I don't like studying."

Ke Han finally responded to Mu Heng's words.

Mu Heng raised his eyebrows slightly: "But don't you really like reading story books? You have to read every class, and read it when you have time. Don't tell me you don't like it. People who don't like reading don't behave like you. .”

A leaf was blown down from the forest by the wind, and it slowly landed on the clean ground in front of the two of them.

Ke Han did not refute, because he was indeed reading stories [-] hours a day at school.

Mu Heng: "If I participated in a language competition or a composition competition, I think you should be a good 'teammate'."

Ke Han: "..."

As a person whose native language is English strictly speaking, he doesn't know where to start complaining about Mu Heng.

It is impossible to learn the mathematics league, but there is no need to frantically transfer to the competition language.

Leave some hair for the language teacher.

"Reading is also a kind of learning."

Mu Heng picked up the dead leaf from the ground and said with a smile: "You like reading, which is actually a kind of learning. Learning is not a narrow and one-sided concept. Learning is free and happy—"

Ke Han: "And the test will be zero?"

Mu Heng's expression froze for a second.

"..."

Who can stand up to this ability to tear down the stage? !

He was silent for a full three seconds before bypassing Ke Han's words, took a deep breath and said, "It's not as extreme as zero points."

Ke Han: "Then why don't you be the last but the first?"

Mu Heng's eyes darkened slightly, and he sighed: "I find it really difficult to talk to you."

"I am not number one because I want to be number one, but because you look at this school, is there anyone who can take number one away from me?"

Ke Han: "For example, Yan Zhao?"

Mu Heng frowned: "Yan Zhao..."

He seemed to be lost in memory, and Ke Han speculated that Mu Heng might have thought of something about this "Millennium Second".

Anyway, it is also the first and second relationship in the whole school.

however--

"The name sounds familiar, who is he?"

Ke Han: "..."

So, co-author, you don't even remember the "second child" in the second class who was suppressed for a thousand years?

The back door of the classroom opened at this moment, and Zhang Yida walked out from inside.

He closed the door, and then explained to Ke Han: "Lao Han, I drank a bottle of milk that Boss Mu gave you."

Ke Han: "Oh."

Since Ke Han doesn't care about these things, Mu Heng doesn't care even more.

What he cares more about is—"Why did you come out?"

Zhang Yida shrugged: "I drank some milk in class."

"Old Fu asked me to come out and supervise you two to study physics well."

So, Ke Han listened to Zhang Yida explain the loose-leaf homework again in a state of relaxation.

I deeply feel that campus life is not easy.

15 minutes before the end of get out of class, the teaching director came.

As expected, Mu Heng was outside as he expected.

Only this time, there seemed to be too many people staying outside the classroom.

Ke Han, Zhang Yida... three missing one here.

They play backgammon by drawing grids with pencils in physics books.

The dean pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and there was a strange light.

"Mu Heng."

Zhang Yida, who was facing away from the stairs, was so frightened that he threw the physics book on the ground.

He waited for a second, then turned around, tried to calm down and said, "Hello, Mr. Qiu."

The dean gave him a meaningful look, but he didn't say a word in the end, he just motioned Mu Heng to come with him.

After Mu Heng left, Zhang Yida breathed a sigh of relief.

Ke Han didn't understand his behavior and asked him, "Why are you so afraid of Teacher Qiu?"

Zhang Yida waved his hand: "You don't understand, he used to be the teaching director of our municipal vocational high school, the kind of ruthless person who fired one class a year. That's fine, when he was still in the vocational high school, there was a student on the playground I don’t know why there was a sudden scuffle, he held the microphone and refused to listen, he rushed down and beat up the students, and then he managed to separate them.”

Ke Han couldn't imagine that the dean who made wolfberry tea in the thermos cup was this kind of person.

"However, these are not the point." Zhang Yida explained, "The point is, I really don't want to be put on the podium by him again, and say 'review' in front of the whole school."

When he said this, he paused: "By the way, didn't I tell you not to mention Yan Zhao this morning?"

Ke Han nodded.

Zhang Yida sighed: "You don't know, Yan Zhao was transferred from our first class. He is a person who just relies on his good grades to do whatever he wants."

"Our class used to have 31 people, but it became 29 because of him."

"Yes, Li, hey, anyway, a classmate you don't know, he fell from the third floor of his house, he didn't die, so he had to take a year off from school."

"Mu Heng felt that things were not that simple, so he went to find that classmate—of course, that classmate was Yan Zhao's old classmate, and his popularity was not very good—he concluded that Yan Zhao's long-term ridicule towards him , Indifference, fooling and other cold and violent behaviors caused that classmate to have mental problems, and he fell from the third floor in a trance."

Ke Han: "A psychiatrist can define this, right?"

Zhang Yida smiled wryly: "Who said it wasn't? But, that classmate's parents refused to agree with Mu Heng to take the doctor to find them, and even kicked him out, threatening that he would be impolite if he came again."

"That's the end of the matter."

……

In the principal's office, a beam of sunlight happened to fall through the window on the beige floor tiles.

The grey-haired principal pushed a contract in front of Mu Heng, and calmly said: "I believe that in this school, there is no more suitable candidate than you."

Mu Heng glanced at the desk of the paper document calmly, and asked word by word: "Mr. Ma, is this your own idea?"

Principal Ma smiled slightly: "I just think that you will want to go, and you are more suitable than them all."

As soon as the words finished, Mu Heng chuckled and replied: "That's really embarrassing, Mr. Ma, I actually prefer the mediocre campus life, and I don't like showing off so much."

Principal Ma's face remained unchanged, and he took back the contract that was pushed in front of Mu Heng.

He said, "That's a pity... If you'd like to go, well."

"Did you refuse because this is not Tiange No. [-] Middle School? Yes, compared with Tiange No. [-] Middle School, our teaching staff is indeed several grades lower. If it wasn't because this is Mr. Mu's alma mater, I'm afraid you wouldn't either." Will come to a school like ours to study."

Mu Heng shook his head: "It doesn't matter where I go to school, what matters is what I want to do."

"Teacher, you also know that I have to go back to inherit the family business in the future. The million prize money in this competition may be a lot for others, but for me, it is really unnecessary."

Principal Ma: "Well then, the school respects your personal wishes. You go back first, we will find another student to compete."

Mu Heng got up and left.

The sun finally shines on the title of the contract: The Strongest Schoolmaster School Invitational Tournament.