C position study, God chooses the way

"Eight hundred?!"

"one thousand?!"

Chen He stared desperately at the monitor and the deputy class and sports committee behind the monitor.

"Why are you staring at me? I'm so weak, helpless and pitiful, do you have the heart to let me run this?"

Squad leader: "Be patient."

Subclass: "The country entrusts you with this arduous and glorious mission."

Sports committee member: "Boss said that one must have a dream, or—"

Chen He: "...Can you change your rhetoric? I was sleeping in the seat before, and I have heard you say this two or three times. Show some sincerity, less routine, and more sincerity."

The squad leader clenched his fists and said with a smile, "Did you see it?"

Chen He: "..."

Monitor: "This is my sincerity."

Chen He: "..."

Monitor: "Is it big enough?"

Chen He: "..."

He stared at the hard-looking fist and was silent for three seconds.

"I'll give the shot put."

Squad leader: "Okay, okay, Qingqing, do you hear me?"

Wen Qingqing replied very cooperatively: "I heard it, I heard it, my voice recorder has already recorded it."

The sports committee member nodded abruptly, expelling air from his nostrils: "Yeah!"

"..."

It's the most troublesome class wrangling season of the year again.

How to ensure the orderly and successful registration of the sports meeting, it is not enough to rely on all kinds of coercion and temptation from the class committee.

At the last moment, I still have to rely on the head teacher.

Boss Xie's cold eyes swept around the class. He looked at each student one by one, holding the sports meeting registration order book in his hand, not knowing what he was planning.

There is no way, it is unreasonable not to hold the sports meeting.

And if the sports meeting is to be held, if there are not enough students to sign up, it will not look good, it will not be lively, and it will be embarrassing.

The only thing that makes the students happy is that during the sports meeting, there is no need to go to class.

Most of the students are simply like curly-haired baboons. Today, if there are two less classes and two more papers, they can happily drink an extra cup of milk tea.

"Mu Heng."

Mu Heng propped his chin, staring out of the window in a daze over Ke Han, who was next to him. He stayed at his grandmother's house for two days, and was driven back by the "housekeeper" last night, and it was already late when he arrived at Ke Han's house.

When he saw the calendar hanging behind the door of Ms. Ke's room, he realized that next week would be Halloween, and the day before Halloween happened to be Ke Han's birthday.

Birthday... Mu Heng thought for a while, and added a new virtual reality simulator to his order.

If Ke Han really wants to join the math league, this gift is probably not bad.

"Mu Heng!"

Boss Xie's voice was so loud that half the teaching building could hear it.

He walked straight down from the podium, and slapped the corner of Mu Heng's desk with his palm, almost knocking Mu Heng and his desk over.

Mu Heng put away his hands, turned his face away, and saw Boss Xie's eyes widening, probably wanting to pick him up and beat him up.

"Hello, teacher." Mu Heng thought for a while and said.

"..." Boss Xie pinched his eyebrows, "It's the first time I've seen a difficult student like you in all these years."

Mu Heng: "Don't be discouraged, once you're raw, and second time you're acquainted, you'll be fine in the future."

Teacher Xie: "..."

A few more times, he was afraid that his life would be shortened until he vomited blood.

The hairline was already on the high side, and if he vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood, he might get cold.

"Mu Heng, the school has disqualified you as a 'charter student', don't you have any idea?"

Mu Heng narrowed his eyes: "Teacher, I'm trying my best to study seriously."

I don't know where this sentence hit Boss Xie's hot spot, and he immediately aimed at Mu Heng's table with another slamming hammer.

"You've been staring at Classmate Ke's face just now! You've been staring at Classmate Ke's face since the bell rang! You obviously haven't stopped!"

As he spoke, Mu Heng felt a little strangely uncomfortable.

He was silent for a few seconds before explaining, "Actually, I was looking at the birds outside."

Boss Xie was still angry, and when he saw Mu Heng's disobedience, he became angry: "What kind of bird are you looking at? There is no bird in the classroom for you to see, right?"

Mu Heng: "..."

"When you watch birds, you know how to watch birds every day. Birds can fly, why can't you fly? Study hard, learning is the right thing you should do now." Boss Xie's earnest words are all in Mu Heng's silence passed.

Today, Mu Heng was uncharacteristically not contradicting the boss, nor did he feel very happy about it.

"Don't say anything, you two are the [-] in our class, Mu Heng and Ke Han, do you hear that?" Boss Xie wrote the names of the two while talking.

Ke Han: "..."

and many more!

What's the matter with him?

Ke Han looked at Mu Heng in astonishment, and Mu Heng rolled his eyes at him.

"Okay, the exam will be coming soon, you all pack up, go to the toilet, go to the toilet, go to the toilet, do what you need to do! Remember your classroom admission ticket number for me! Don't fill in multiple-choice questions. That's it! And..."

Before each exam, Boss Xie is really a mother-in-law and mother-in-law.

However, it is true that every time there are curly-haired baboon-like students who fill in the wrong answer, forget to write the admission ticket number, read the wrong time and do the wrong thing... This is the trivial and ordinary campus life.

Mu Heng's luck was bad, Mr. Qiu was proctoring every door in the examination room.

He couldn't walk, and he couldn't sleep well, so he took a 2B pencil and scribbled on the draft paper.

While drawing, a shadow suddenly floated from the side to the top of his head, Mu Heng didn't notice it, and he didn't react until the draft paper under his hand was taken away by the other party.

The director of teaching said "ha ha da" all over his face.

Mu Heng drew a round sparrow on the draft paper, and the sparrow rubbed its small pointed beak on a person's side face.

……

Ke Han, who was sitting by the flower bed at the entrance of the office building, saw Mu Heng coming out of the dean's office and glanced at him.

The expression on Mu Heng's face was indifferent, and nothing special could be seen.

It's just the appearance of being lectured by the head teacher every day.

He turned on the phone silently, glanced at it, and then said to Ke Han who was waiting for him to go home together: "The final competition of 'The Strongest Scholar' is in January, right? You should also start preparing."

Ke Han: "Yes."

He thought for a while and asked, "Do you still count the question you asked me before?"

Mu Heng blinked his eyes, and he tentatively asked, "League?"

Ke Han nodded.

Mu Heng: "The league should be signed up soon. Next time I have a chance, I'll ask Mr. Xie. Although he's pissed off by me, he will still help us with this kind of thing."

Ke Han pursed his lips, and finally began to guide the topic in the direction he wanted: "By the way, didn't I encounter something on the 'Peak Competition' before... I met 'Leibniz didn't understand' at that time "Function'...uh...the boss, and asked him for some learning materials... Also...you join this group."

Immediately afterwards, Mu Heng saw the study group full of trumpets.

The group name is very shameless: small target, world champion.

Mu Heng joined the group, listening to Ke Han repeatedly emphasizing in his ears how powerful the two bosses are, and asked him to study hard according to the boss's arrangement.

He endured a strong sense of shame and echoed: "Yes, I have heard of the big guys a long time ago, they are really strong..."

If it weren't for the layer of vest, Mu Heng could have transformed into a bunch of idiot little milk cats who only knew how to meow because of being too shameful on the spot, and then found a cardboard box to hide himself tightly, and never come out to see anyone again up.

After a full 10 minutes of normal players praising the boss, Mu Heng finally found an opportunity to bring the topic back from "peak competition" to the right track.

"Do you still remember the sports event that Boss Xie asked us to apply for?"

"Of course I remember." Ke Han looked at Mu Heng, his ears were a little red in the dimness, "What's wrong?"

Mu Heng: "Do you think with your current physical fitness, you can run [-] well?"

Ke Han: "..."

Since he retired from the competition, he basically didn't even bother to go out, not to mention exercising.

Even the skin has changed from white to frighteningly white.

"what do you mean?"

Mu Heng: "From now on, let's run home every day, it's good for our health, don't embarrass Boss Xie."

Although he was a little lazy and didn't want to move, Ke Han knew that Mu Heng's suggestion was good, and he had to control himself to overcome this inertia.

Few people know better than him how serious the test of physical endurance is in the official math league.

None of them noticed that there was a student also wearing a school uniform standing in the shadow of the school gate, looking at them coldly, holding a sharp weapon in his hand.

The cold light was exposed, retracted, exposed and retracted, and finally retracted.

After running back home, Ke Han held onto the door frame panting, walked in, and saw his mother sitting in the living room eating watermelon with her arms in her arms.

This season of watermelon is already the last season, but the price is still cheap, and it is easy to make people feel happy when they eat it.

"I left half of it in the refrigerator for you, how do you want to eat it? Make it yourself."

Ke Han happily ran to the kitchen to get two iron spoons, one for Mu Heng and one for himself, to dig and eat.

Then the two of them sat together, the watermelon was held by Mu Heng, and Ke Han only needed to dig out the meat to eat.

They began to supervise each other and "learn" the homework materials assigned by the boss, striving to become a "master" like the boss as soon as possible.

It's just that when they just opened "Peak Competition", they immediately received a follow-up preparation reminder for the Halloween event.

……

world forum.

[Don't talk about privacy, that master with a nickname, will he bring his little friends to participate in the Halloween dungeon event? (West Eighth District, English, translated)]

[I don't think any master will miss this virtual reality event, right?You don't know about the peak's official activities? 】

[The boss may buy mosaics to participate in the event. 】

[However, even if you buy a mosaic, the boss still has to bear the nickname of the boss, so what's the use of buying a mosaic? 】

[Not much to say, I want to see the real face of the boss, Brother Bingshan and Pippi Shrimp, I can do it again. 】

[Come, come, buy it and leave it, a face-to-face gamble if you don’t know if you don’t love it-if you don’t buy it, you will lose money, if you don’t buy it, you won’t be fooled. 】

[Please call me insider A, I bet [-] cents that the boss account will not be online on Halloween. 】

[...The nickname upstairs...Big A of the Absolute Love Pie? 】

The author has something to say: [Brother Octopus is absolutely in love, all beings are suffering Pai Daxing, um, these are the names of the two writers of this site, when I saw it, I almost died laughing because of my imagination. 】