C position study, God chooses the way

Coach Cui walked onto the stage, with a piece of white sesame on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Mu Heng and Ke Han took a step back in a tacit understanding and gave up the home court to the head coach of the national training of the math league.

He walked to the center of the podium and looked down at the [-] or [-] different but same childish faces.

It is not easy for anyone to get here.

But among the seventy or eighty young faces, only 12.00% of the students can become real national players.

Among the ten members of the national team, the most normal situation is that only half, that is, only five selected players can show their faces in the final game.

six percent.

Mathematics has always been able to accurately allow people to see the skeleton truth behind everything.

Cui Yingxing's eyes moved slightly.

He had to find the ten most suitable for the math league national team during the "long" six months.

The training camp is a sharpening stone, the final exam is a small test of the blade, and when the real International Mathematical League is played, it will be a real battlefield where the hidden front is unsheathed, the sword is shining, and the sharp blade is running rampant.

Cui Yingxing used to be the sharp knife that broke everything.

But now, he is a whetstone.

"Chu Baiyue."

Chu Baiyue was about to put away the projection equipment, but was stopped by Coach Cui.

Coach Cui took out his mobile phone and shook it in front of her.

He said, "Add a friend?"

The students in the classroom unanimously and slowly typed a "?" on their faces.

Coach Cui immediately explained: "I'll send you something, and you can show it to everyone."

Because the network speed of Jincheng Fourteen's campus is not bad, the whole process of waiting for the transmission only took three seconds.

Chu Baiyue is like a tool person who has no feelings, and released the content that Coach Cui passed to her.

It was an image with blurred edges after it was transformed into 3D projection data.

The one on the screen is the senior Ye Ci from the previous class of Tiange No. [-] Middle School.

He brought a national team member with an unfamiliar face to ask the front desk of a small hotel if there were any spare rooms.

The language is very standard and fluent.

But the front desk shook his head helplessly, and said in a slightly accented language that they only had a few rooms, not as many as ten rooms.

In the next second, what appeared in the video was a few small pieces of broken pictures due to some data problems caused by the automatic switching of the picture.

The teammates wearing the national flag on the chest and the team leader asked about almost all the hotels and hotels near the stadium separately, but all they got was shaking their heads.

Coach Cui looked at these pictures calmly.

He said: "I believe you all know that last year, that is, Ye Ci, Zhao An, Zhou Wenlong, Li Xinze, Yang Jiayu, Meng Ling, Wang Yufu, Zheng Jiayu, Song Tian. These nine national team players who finally played won The result is—nineteen."

"Did they set foot on the field with the dream of winning [-]?"

"of course not."

"Then they really only have the nineteenth level?"

"But they ended up being No.19."

"Because they lost to PAYM, the champion team of the year, because they qualified in the group, they lost the first game to an explosion, and they lost so many points that they couldn't even qualify."

Coach Cui paused for a moment, letting himself breathe a sigh of relief: "But in the end, they are only one point away from qualifying."

"What is the concept of this point, I believe Ke Han can give you a very clear analogy."

Ke Han took half a step forward from behind.

His eyes swept over the peers in the audience.

"That may be a solution when the teacher sends the score."

"I have watched the video of the last game. Except for the first game where they were blown up due to poor form, the rest of the games were almost impeccable."

"And..." Ke Han closed his eyes, feeling his nose a little sour with inexplicable empathy, "I don't think you guys must have watched all the games, because if you did, you would know—"

Shao Qingchen suddenly swung all the paper airplanes on his desk to the ground. The movement was a bit loud and attracted many people's attention.

His expression was unusually irritable.

"If there is no special accident in the national team of a small country that leads to a forced tie, in fact we can qualify!"

Coach Cui: "I don't intend to cry to you about the cunning of the enemy, but I still feel that you who are about to embark on this same path still need a little reminder."

"The road ahead is not harmonious and peaceful."

"We booked enough hotel rooms in advance, but due to some operational mistakes, we didn't do enough preliminary research. This led to us not finding out that the owner behind that small hotel was a strange racist. He temporarily Denied our check-in."

"It was the peak tourist season over there during that time, and we almost had to sleep together on the main road. It was also because we contacted a friend who opened a homestay through several relationships, and he opened several small villas for us at once. Only then did I find a temporary place to stay.”

"At that time, when I checked in, I looked at the round moon and thought: Fuck international friendship, the demeanor of a big country, I just want to win, I want to win the world championship! Have to pretend to be civilized people to congratulate us!"

Coach Cui punched the tabletop of the podium.

The desks in the first few rows were shaking.

He said: "Promise me, leave the vomiting blood to the opponent, not the teammates we fight side by side, okay?"

Ke Han suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a little out of control and pushed Coach Cui aside.

Not much effort.

But Coach Cui was caught off guard and pushed away.

Ke Han propped his hands on the table of the podium, overlooking the seventy or eighty students in front of the podium, his voice was extremely hoarse: "I can tell you this."

"Teacher Cui didn't explain a lot just now, so let me tell you now."

"The results of the first lottery match list came out ten days in advance. During these ten days, if your opponent is PAYM, they will lock down their opponent first. Then, try their best to obtain the opponent's information .”

"They will go to confirm the risk level information of the opponent, and if it is high enough, they will take all measures they can take within the legal limit to cause trouble for any aspect of the opponent."

"Including but not limited to, buying street girls to knock on the door in the middle of the night."

The one under the stage couldn't hold back, and let out a muffled laugh.

Ke Han's expression management inevitably went out of control.

If there is a kind of laughter in this world called anger.

"I not only suspect that the team that coincidentally reached a forced draw was bought, or someone from them was bought." Ke Han's breath was short, "I even suspect that PAYM finally got through the line of the organizing committee, and they are trying to trade The topic of the official competition!"

blank.

The classroom was blank.

A pair of fat plaster round hands stretched out from behind, and those hands encircled Ke Han's abdomen and chest, and a gentle voice whispered in Ke Han's ear: "My hands hurt."

A thrill.

Ke Han immediately controlled himself.

Coach Cui coughed: "Delete everything, delete this paragraph."

Chu Baiyue weakly raised her hand below and replied: "Report to the teacher, I have already intervened in the whole audience."

Coach Cui: "..."

This is the legendary technology department?

He coughed a little unnaturally.

"Don't care about these details, anyway, everyone just needs to learn to be vigilant enough to their opponents."

"The reason why the mathematics competition is called a competition rather than a competition is that it is competitive and competitive."

The last person to get up was Ling Ye.

Ling Ye looked at the students in a large classroom, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

He knew he could get here.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would meet so many people along the way.

He said: "I am Ling Ye from Tiange No. [-] Middle School. Math competition is a road, but this road is not as easy as we imagined."

As Ling Ye said this, he suddenly turned his face away and looked at Teacher Cui Yingxing.

"I remember Mr. Cui, you won the gold medal in your class."

Cui Yingxing looked up at the kid in front of him.

He did win the gold medal in the World Championship Olympiad in his own session, but—the hero doesn't mention his bravery back then.

It seems that it is not easy to mention.

But Coach Cui reached into his trousers pocket, and found out the gold medal that belonged to his young self, which had been worn off to the point where the gold-plated edges were worn away.

The gold medal was thrown on the podium by him, making a clear and dull sound.

"That's what it is."

Coach Cui's expression was very calm.

"At that time, I sent out one in a class, but now I am lucky, and I will send out five in a class."

But Mu Heng silently poked Ke Han's waist from behind, motioning him to agree with the teacher, so that they could leave school early and go to lunch early.

Jincheng [-] is not like Tiange No. [-] Middle School, where the management of students is relaxed enough to allow them to order takeaway.

So on a closed campus, the only option is the cafeteria.

The canteen is also different.

The first floor is a big pot of rice, the second floor is a variety of high-quality food, and the third floor is a variety of small stir-fries.

Overall, it was better than the Anhe No. [-] Middle School in "Shangougou", at least it didn't have to be like a war.

But if you want to eat better and eat more comfortably, you still have to eat early.

After all, although the number of students in Jincheng Fourteen itself is not large, only 210 students in each grade, there are more than 1000 students in the six grades of the whole school. Some of the contestants who were out of class—the sum was close to two thousand.

Two thousand people eat in one cafeteria, and spread out, it is still a relatively crowded thing.

However, Ke Han failed to receive the signal from Mu Heng, everyone saw that Ke Han stopped walking forward unnaturally, and finally raised his head and asked Coach Cui Yingxing: "Then teacher, can we finish class? "

Mu Heng: "..."

Dragon Ball holding the crack of the door: "..."

Even Shao Qingchen, who has always been very rigid, silently pressed the hand of Aksu next to him, and then put all the paper airplanes and materials for folding paper airplanes on the table into the drawer.

Few people will not know.

Coach Cui Yingxing's rebellious psychology is serious. He is almost thirty, but he still has the mentality of a rebellious adolescent.

If a student spoiled him while he was "showing off" his medals, he could be cranky and do something sad.

I saw him tap the table.

Immediately angrily said: "What class is next?!"

Coach Cui pulled out a dozen papers from the drawer of the podium, and slapped them all on the podium, almost knocking down the medals.

With his other hand, he took out a metal sports stopwatch from his butt pocket, and turned on the timer in front of everyone: "Let's do some questions first and calm down, I'll time it! One piece for each person, don't take too much!"

Ke Han: "..."

Does anyone want to get more papers?

Coach Cui curled his lips unhappily: "Anyway, don't even think about it. If you get more, you have to do more."

He casually handed two sheets to Ke Han, and on the other side handed another large stack to the students in the front row, without counting them, and behaved quite chicly.

"Go down and do the questions."

He explained it easily.

But with [-] questions on one paper, if you pair up with the students in front, back, left, and right, you will find that none of these papers is repeated.

Finally, after more than ten minutes of communication, some students raised their hands.

He asked: "Teacher, did you take the wrong paper? Why are our papers different?"

Teacher Cui Yingxing pinched his eyebrows.

sneered.

He is the one who knows the virtues of these students.

Naturally, it is impossible to let everyone copy each other's homework, nor can we let everyone do whatever they want.

So the method he adopted was to simply assign different homework to everyone.

Starting from this session.

"You have to know that I am a person who knows your details very well. You may be coerced by others to lend your questions to others because of your classmates, friends or fellow villagers. What I am doing now is fundamentally Put an end to the possibility of your actions happening."

Coach Cui blinked: "It is said that your competition system will be reformed this year. You may not know it. It's not like there have been more extreme situations before."

"I remember one time when our national team was taken out to participate in a competition. As a result, everyone encountered the most extreme paper in that competition situation. There were no model questions and no big questions. They were all filled in the blanks. There were [-] questions in total. , with a time limit of one hour."

"We were almost dumbfounded that time."

Paused: "But they still entered the top three in the end, and the fourth was so angry that they jumped outside, calling us a bunch of nerds in private, so they only know how to solve problems."

The students in Jiangbei were deeply touched.

While writing the questions, they chatted with Coach Cui: "That's because they don't know how to do it. It's very troublesome to write [-] competition fill-in-the-blank questions in an hour, even if five people work together."

Chu Baiyue was unusually relaxed because she didn't intend to seriously participate in the follow-up competition.

So at this time, she can still put down her pen and chat with her classmates in Jiangbei, facing twenty problems that she can't easily solve.

"It doesn't matter if you do this question right or not, the important thing is to do it quickly."

Jiangbei student didn't know what he thought of, and he was deeply impressed by the words of this female student from Jiangnan.

Coach Cui Yingxing smiled.

He added another sentence: "When you are finished, take it to the podium and line up for me to review one by one. If the correct rate is lower than 60.00%-congratulations, you have won the grand prize of 'one more card'-give I wrote until I got 60.00% correct."

"Depend on?!"

"devil?!"

"Teacher! I confess! I am lenient! I actually came here to participate in the national training instead of my twin brother! Actually, I shouldn't participate in this! Really! Teacher, I am not talking nonsense!"

"Is it too late to retire now?"

Cui Yingxing didn't care much about the wailing of the students in the audience.

Because these children will retire from training sooner or later.

When the camp opened in previous years, there were [-] or [-] people who insisted on taking the whole process until the final exam. Eighty-nine out of ten of them had already left by then.

It is also normal for some schools to let students out to participate in half of the national training.

Because they don't want to completely give up this small piece of cake, nor do they want to give up the college entrance examination, so they just make a compromise.

Those students have completed the basic competition training in the early stage, and the gap with the college entrance examination is not that big.

Going back during the final sprint for the college entrance examination is also a more appropriate treatment.

After they returned to school, they waited until the year before to come back to take the final national training exam. After the exam, the results will be released three days later.

The "peerless genius" of the national team who was lucky enough to get in got the recommended spot, and everyone was happy.

And the students who couldn't get the recommendation places of the national team won the first, second and third national awards, which can be regarded as an explanation for their efforts.

Once you get the certificate of merit, you will be able to participate in the independent enrollment of many colleges and universities in the future.

Cui Yingxing, who looks young but has written draft paper that can circle the world, smiled, but said in a cold tone: "You can withdraw from the training now. If you return from the training at night, you can still return." Catch up with tomorrow's morning self-study."

After all, the classroom fell silent because of Coach Cui's words.

The air pressure is a little low.

The excitement just now faded away.

The dark clouds in the data competition training camp slowly floated over everyone's heads.

Do they want to go back?

Reason tells some students that that is actually a safer solution for them.

But everyone here is actually excellent.

In their living environment, most of the time they are "other people's children".

No one wants to admit that they are inferior to others.

Most of the students who study well have their own little pride.

They will not be willing to take half a step back casually on this difficult and rugged road, let alone show their timidity when there are so many competitors around.

The atmosphere is good.

Shao Qingchen, who was stacking paper airplanes in the last row, took out a pen from Aksu's pencil case and turned it around casually.

He didn't have any idea about whether he stood out from the crowd or not.

The eyes of the audience wandered because of his indifference.

Anyway, everyone's papers are different, so Coach Cui Yingxing doesn't need to come down to catch everyone.

But when his eyes fell on Mu Heng and Ke Han who were separated by a row, he froze for a second——

"Does your hand hurt? You just told me."

Ke Han held Mu Heng's arm carefully, his movements were very gentle.

Mu Heng: "I don't feel so much pain anymore, hugging Ke Ke will help me feel happy and recover from my injury."

Ke Han: "Be more obedient, finish writing the question early, and let's go eat."

Mu Heng: "I want to drink bone soup."

Ke Han: "Okay, I'll buy you bone soup later, write quickly."

Mu Heng: "No hands."

Ke Han: "Oh, yes, I'll scan this paper for you into your tablet, and you can do it with your voice."

Mu Heng: "Okay."

Shao Qingchen: "..."

Obviously, everyone is brushing up questions, only the two disabled and friendly tablemates in the back row seem to be showing affection.

I don't know if they are showing affection or not.

But anyway, after knowing about them, Shao Qingchen now looked at these two big brothers, and there was nothing wrong with them.

However, something so big happened yesterday.

The school of Jincheng Fourteen is also not good at publicizing.

Even with the efforts of these foreign students and the students of our school, everyone turned the result of the whole thing to a better direction.

But neither the words "jumping off a building" nor "falling off a building" are good words for schools and students.

Shao Qingchen thought about what he knew about yesterday's incident while distractedly turning his pen, and he suddenly froze for a moment.

Mu Heng's hand seemed to be broken because of what happened yesterday.

Why did everyone in the training camp tacitly not ask?

……

Take the small Shenlong business group.

[@楚菜姬, classmate Chu, what happened to you yesterday?I see Mushen and Ke Daxie from our boys' side. They didn't come back until nine o'clock in the evening, and they checked in with their luggage. 】

[Chu Caiji: It's nothing serious, Mu Heng just accidentally broke his hands. 】

[I heard it was jumping off a building with bare hands? @一令天下红. 】

[One order makes the world red: I went to see Coach Cui with Shao Qingchen yesterday, but I didn't go with everyone later. 】

[NO.1: It's not jumping off a building, it's a mistake, don't spread the word. 】

[Barbell-like laughter: @带带小神龙, give me a group management. 】

[Bringing Little Dragon: Can I charge?Fall into the eyes of money.JPG]

[Laughing like a barbell: @带带小神龙, yes, but I can also build one myself.Ruthless Tyrant.JPG]

[Bringing the little dragon: I'm afraid, I'm afraid, big local snake, please be respected by my younger brother. 】

[Barbell-like laughter: @all members, [internal processing document coding. DOCX] I know this kind of thing, everyone's curiosity cannot be suppressed, so we didn't intend to completely hide it from everyone.However, because the matter involves many aspects, we still decided not to make the matter public after discussing with all parties. 】

[Laughing like a barbell: I hope that everyone will stop paying attention to these things, and I also hope that everyone will stop believing all kinds of rumors. 】

[Laughing like a barbell: In addition, students Mu Heng and Aksu in our training camp suffered a certain degree of physical damage due to this accident.I hope that everyone will give them some help within the scope of their ability, after all, it is really inconvenient. 】

【Happy Yak: I'm fine. 】

[Laughter like a barbell: @少年臣, tell him what you saw last night. You took over his side later. 】

【Young minister: ...】

[Young minister: I just broke my little finger, and my internal organs are bleeding slightly. 】

[Chu Caiji: The young hero has a good physique. 】

[Happy Yak: Thank you for your compliments. 】

[NO.1: My health is also very good, if you don’t believe me, ask me at the same table. @木木可. 】

【Muke: ...】

【You are so coquettish.JPG】

【The boss is so coquettish.JPG】

【Oops!My titanium dog eyes! 】

[Screenshots have been taken, people are at the scene, feel good, and can still knock for another 500 years. 】

[Jiangnan show, the most beautiful is Mushen. 】

[I suspect you are driving, but I have no evidence, stare~.JPG]

A bunch of emoticons.

Shao Qingchen didn't have the patience to look at the emoji, so he simply turned his head and looked at Aksu next to him.

He is a student of Jincheng Shishishi, so of course he is a member of the student union.

Because he is a member of the student union, he was naturally arranged by Tu Xiuling to take care of Aksu.

Among so many Jincheng Fourteen students, Shao Qingchen is one of the few students who can freely enter and exit the school gate. In addition, he just finished talking with Coach Cui last night, so there is nothing wrong.

That's why Tu Xiuling sent him there.

In fact, these things did not have much impact on his life, except that Ke Han refused his invitation to study difficult problems together because he had to take care of Mu Heng.

"Ugh……"

Shao Qingchen let out a long sigh.

Seeing him sigh, Aksu stared at Shao Qingchen with bright eyes, and asked him, "What's wrong with you? Why are you sighing?"

Shao Qingchen shook his head: "The world of masters is always as lonely as snow."

Aksu: "Who? Who is Gao Shou? Is there such a person in our class? Do you need me to take care of him?"

Shao Qingchen: "..."

We may not speak the same language.

But he is in a good mood now, so he explained to Aksu: "I mean, I am too good. Even if I start writing this paper now, if I give you 10 minutes, you can't get it from me." Take the number one."

Aksu: "But——"

"Snapped."

There was a soft sound of putting a pen down two rows away.

Although the sound is very soft, it is also very clear.

Shao Qingchen lazily turned his gaze away.

As a result, he followed the direction of the voice and saw Ke Han lowering his eyes and helping Mu Heng up, holding two people's papers and carrying an empty schoolbag, and walking to the podium.

Shao Qingchen: "..."

A plant.JPG

I forgot to count these two when I was just talking!

Aksu: "They are so fast, are they the first to hand in the test? Can they get out?"

Shao Qingchen: "..."

more embarrassing.

All the students in the classroom were overtly or secretly looking at the pair of big guys who were the first to hand in their papers.

These students come from all over the country, and they don't necessarily know much about Mu Heng and Ke Han.

In fact, a large part of their understanding of these two comes from various rumors and discussions online and offline.

Coach Cui Yingxing was not surprised by this.

If it was Ke Han, he should indeed have this level.

He's seen a lot of his performance records.

Steady, precise, calm.

Ke Han is like a high-end instrument that has passed the preliminary qualification test, and can complete most of the reasonable tasks that require him to complete.

Coach Cui thought for a while, knocked on the table and asked them: "You guys—is this done?"

Ke Han let out an "um" with an unusually calm expression.

Students throughout the classroom showed surprise.

Because although the titles of their papers are different, the question types of these twenty questions are still the same.

There are five choices, ten fill-in-the-blanks, and the last five big questions.

It's only been a little over 10 minutes, how did they do it? ? ?

Is it not enough to just write two big questions?

A considerable number of students showed expressions of watching the show.

They were not familiar with Mu Heng, let alone Ke Han.

These two names only rarely appeared in front of them because of hot searches or something.

There are even some students who do not have access to the Internet in their extracurricular life, and they naturally show more hostility towards Mu Heng and Ke Han's behavior.

Few people will naturally like to steal all the limelight, and let themselves doubt whether they are IQ disabled people through comparison.

Ke Han: "Yes, it's done."

The expression on Coach Cui's face seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

He seemed to be observing Mu Heng and Ke Han.

The result of Teacher Ge's reaction was that they were not in a relationship, but Coach Cui—why did he feel so unbelievable?

Coach Cui took the two papers and tablet handed over by Ke Han.

One is from Ke Han, and it is really full.

One was Mu Heng's, and it was blank, because his answer was written on his tablet.

Coach Cui read Ke Han's test paper first, and glanced over it. The full page was all correct.

He nodded with satisfaction.

At least, compared with the rest of the students, Ke Han's basic level is indeed higher or more than a little bit.

however--

"White?"

As soon as Ke Han's paper was turned to the back, Coach Cui's eyes were all wrong.

"This paper has two sides, did you miss one—"

Before Cui Yingxing finished speaking, he stopped talking because of Ke Han's calm eyes.

He was thinking: Under normal circumstances, as long as Ke Han's eyes are not blind, then he will not miss most of the following pages.

Is Ke Han blind?

of course not.

At this time, Mu Heng, who was standing next to him with his two small arms, had both of his hands fixed on his chest with bandages to avoid unnecessary displacement.

He smiled and said, "Teacher, Ke Han's score must be sixty, so don't worry."

Cui Yingxing glanced back again.

That's right, it is indeed just the previous page, because it is all correct, it is already [-] points.

He tapped the half-standing paper in his hand.

I couldn't help complaining: "Then have you finished writing the paper?"

Ke Han: "The latter won't."

What he said was too serious and indifferent.

Cui Yingxing: "..."

I suspect that you are targeting me Makabaka! .JPG

Su Kunmeng sitting in the first row: "..."

Why can the boss say that he can't even say it so confidently, as if he is saying that he can pass the exam?

Is this the world of the strong?

Cui Yingxing: "I believe you ghost, your PAYM products are all bad."

Mu Heng's hand is disabled, but he answered the conversation quickly: "We wrote this called 'Out of the mud but not stained', 'Clean up the ripples without being demon'."

Cui Yingxing immediately clapped the paper on his hand.

"You just wait to write to you in this life, brat."

As he said, he turned out the tablet that Mu Heng used to answer the questions, and opened it to see what kind of tricks this guy was playing.

Mu Heng didn't play any tricks.

He actually did a little more on the topic than Ke Han.

Because he uses voice input.

Chu Baiyue made a simple sound receiver for him overnight, so that he can use it anytime and anywhere to input text.

Speech recognition has also been intelligently calibrated to a certain extent. When used to solve problems, the error rate can basically be less than [-]%.

"68."

Coach Cui deserves to be an "old" coach.

He glanced over, and the scores of the questions were calculated in his mind.

Mu Heng also left several questions empty—no, not empty questions.

Because in the answering positions of those empty questions, Mu Heng also used the voice input method to input a few lines.

[Read the question, okay, no, next one. 】

[Write an explanation, lest you be proud.No, next one. 】

[This topic is a bit interesting, but it is still slightly inferior to my deskmate. I choose to give up, next one. 】

Coach Cui Yingxing: "..."

He was choked alive by Mu Heng's operation for several seconds.

When he recovered, he took the paper and asked Mu Heng: "You are so coquettish, does your family know, Mu Heng?"

Mu Heng: "Basic operation, basic operation, as long as you are happy, teacher. It can make you happy, which is the biggest use of this paper."

Cui Yingxing: "...you guys get lost."

……

Mu Heng and Ke Han "rolled" extremely quickly.

Almost as soon as Coach Cui Yingxing opened his mouth, they ran out the door.

Dragon Ball was standing outside the door writing papers, looking extremely pitiful.

As soon as he saw his "master" and "mother" came out of the classroom first, he immediately raised his hand to talk to them.

It's a pity that Mu Heng was held by Ke Han, and Ke Han was the only one in his eyes, completely ignoring the existence of the dragon ball next to him.

He smiled and asked Ke Han: "Are you happy? Is this fun? If it's fun, if you feel happy, we can continue next time, okay?"

Ke Han pursed his lips.

He neither said it was fun nor said it wasn't fun.

Because he knew that Mu Heng was concerned about his mental state and used the least provocative words.

"My medicine is in your hands."

Ke Han's voice was calm.

"This is the last hurdle. As long as I can pass this drug and mental withdrawal period, I will be normal."

Mu Heng gently hugged Ke Han's shoulder with his hands covered in plaster.

He said: "No, you are normal now. You are the best normal person in the world. Don't ask me who said this, because I said it."

Ke Han smiled indistinctly at the corner of his mouth.

But his smile has overflowed from his eyes.

"Did your mouth deceive many girls before?"

Mu Heng: "I have deceived many people before, both men and women, but now I only want to deceive you alone."

Ke Han's ears were a little red.

When his sight touched the Dragon Ball not far away——

"..."

Dragon Ball: "I didn't see anything, I'm just a paper-making machine with no emotions."

While muttering, he put himself back on the wall and wrote the test paper.

"Come on, let's eat."

Ke Han blushed a little, but it faded away quickly.

He smiled and was about to leave with Mu Heng.

However, at this moment, Coach Cui suddenly shouted in the classroom: "The competition system has been reformed, and the number of participating teams has been reduced from ten to five."