C position study, God chooses the way

Ke Han didn't know if it was done by humans.

He just sat beside Mu Heng, looking at him as quietly as a chicken.

And Mu Heng was looking at the math answer sheet in his hand, his clearly slender knuckles were faintly white with blood loss from exertion.

He only took one hundred exams, with a perfect score of one hundred and five.

What's more, the only single seedling with a perfect score in mathematics was sitting next to him.

"You..." Ke Han felt that he should say something to comfort Mu Heng.

But before he could speak, Mu Heng stopped him.

"It's okay, I'll try," he said.

In fact, everyone felt that the math paper this time was just an accident.

However, the students of the nineteenth school did not expect that the nightmarish preliminary exam was just an insignificant beginning of their troubled life.

The first monthly exam of this semester - the first and second continued the death fault.

The second monthly exam-the second and the first shortened the score gap.

The third monthly exam - the second barely kept up with the full score of the first, and the two of them dropped the No. 30 street score by one point.

The weather in April is fine.

There are not so many plum rains in the south of the Yangtze River, and the east wind is strong.

Tomorrow is the regional selection exam for the mathematics league. As the representative of the mathematics class, Chen He is very responsible for catching them to make up lessons and write mathematics competition questions.

The subject is not difficult.

But Ke Han seems to have deliberately controlled his own level, not acting too outrageously.

Mu Heng was sitting beside him, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his eyes were clear and bright, and he quietly fell on Ke Han.

Ke Han lowered his head, pretending to be writing the question very hard and seriously.

Sitting in his seat, Chen He looked at the students around him who were forced to write questions under his "power" and felt very relieved.

I hope everyone can have a good result tomorrow.

But when his eyes fell on Mu Heng, he found that Mu Heng was not writing a question.

Not only was he not writing questions, but he was still playing with his mobile phone.

Chen Hezui shouted faster than his brain: "Mu—"

Mu Heng raised his eyes, and the light in them slightly folded.

Chen He: "... Boss, you should write some questions, the exam is coming up tomorrow... Please respect this exam, after all, it's only once or twice..."

Mu Heng: "I'm pretty nervous. I'm so nervous that I'm playing with my phone. Look."

Chen He: "..."

I quietly watched you pretend.

Zhang Yida took his ancestral MP3, sat in his seat, and yawned lazily.

"My biggest respect for the competition is to go to bed before twelve o'clock tonight."

"Brush the question? It doesn't exist."

Chen He had no way to refute his words.

Zhang Yida signed up for tomorrow's physics competition, and he really has the confidence to let go of this "big talk".

He is one of the few leaders in the physics competition area of ​​"I Love Learning". According to the general situation, Zhang Yida will not have too many problems at least before the national selection.

This is also one of the main reasons why the physics teacher is too lazy to beat him.

Zhang Yida's future path may be different from everyone else's.

……

On the weekend, Anhe No. [-] Middle School was very quiet.

Only a few participating students will appear in the teaching building, and the total number of participating candidates will not exceed one classroom, but there are several waves in it.

Zhang Yida sat on the edge of the flower bed downstairs, squinting his eyes slightly, feeling the whispers of the world brought by the wind.

Everyone he knew greeted him as they passed by.

He also happily responded one by one.

In fact, he has been changed a lot by his life in this school and in this class.

Like Mu Heng, he transferred back to high school from a school outside Anhe City. He actually has many stories, but every living person in this world has his own story.

For example, the name Zhang Yida expresses his parents' expectations for his written and expressive ability in Chinese, but in the end he embarked on a path that may be threatened by "premature baldness" all the time in the future.

He raised his head, and seemed to feel the calm gaze cast on him from above his head.

Ke Han stood beside the railing and looked down, only seeing Zhang Yida's thick hair swirling on the top of his head.

This person seems to have a lot of past, just like himself.

Amid such thoughts, Ke Han heard Mu Heng calling him in the classroom.

He turned around and entered the classroom.

"2B...Carbon pen...Eraser..." Chen He murmured brokenly, as if he was being an old mother to everyone, and broke the heart of an old father.

The place of the test is in their classroom.

Two or three students from other classes mixed in, and the rest were just like everyone else.

After all, normal students are too lazy to rush back to school for exams on weekends, so the number of applicants is naturally not many.

Like class one, almost half of the class has signed up, but in fact it is still a minority.

The students in class one were more or less fearless.

It's just an exam, isn't it just a question?

I have been doing questions since kindergarten, okay?

"Cough cough..."

There was a cough from outside the door.

The teacher who came to invigilate the exam has arrived, and there is a stack of sealed test papers on his knees. He has a round head and a round brain, and his eyes are neither too big nor too small, but there is a smile of enlightenment inside.

"Students, it's time to prepare for the exam."

The current regional exams for mathematics competitions are actually not that strict.

Everyone pull the desks and chairs in the classroom a little. As long as there is nothing on the desk and the desks are locked, then there is no problem, and it can be used as an examination room.

Because the math competition questions are reissued every year, there are no standard answers for these questions, whether online or offline.

And after everyone's unified exam time is over, the official website of Shujing will release reference answers.

The invigilator seemed familiar.

Mu Heng thought about taking his stationery for the exam, and found the position of his exam number.

After a while, Mu Heng suddenly realized that the teacher seemed to be looking at Ke Han?

Is it an illusion?

Ke Han was sitting right behind Mu Heng.

very quiet.

He will no longer faint suddenly during the math test like he did a few months ago.

After the whole exam, Mu Heng felt that he performed well.

Although he was not as strong as Ke Han to be able to perfectly analyze any topic, he had tried his best.

After all, he has only been in contact with math competition for less than seven months, a little more than half a year.

And Ke Han... He has studied for more than ten years.

In fact, there should not be too many "last ones" counterattacking "first academic masters" in this world, because you have only worked hard for a few months, but others have worked hard for a few years.

If there are always counterattacks, it seems more affordable and economical not to work hard in the previous years.

That was so chilling.

After the exam of the math competition, the next one is the physical competition.

As arts and sciences combined, they are still the two largest competition subjects, and the math competition at the Anhe No. [-] Middle School test center is already so miserable that the people taking the test can barely make up a class.

Things are even worse.

Only a handful of three people.

Among these three people, Zhang Yida is the physics class representative of Class [-], He Changfeng is the physics class representative of Class [-], and there is another one who seems to be the physics class representative of Class [-]—a young man with gray hair, similar to the gray hair of the monitor of Class [-]. fight.

The warm April wind blows by Ke Han's side.

He followed behind Mu Heng, looked at Zhang Yida who was walking towards them, and couldn't help saying, "Come on."

Zhang Yida smiled, looked at him, and gestured an extremely old-fashioned "victory".

The students in class one spontaneously sat under the flower bed and played with their mobile phones, waiting for Zhang Yida to leave the examination room.

This is probably the characteristic tradition of their class.

I don't know when it started, but most of the people who are free now will wait for their companions under conditions.

The tenderness of the student days always seemed so innocent and natural.

The squad leader is sitting in the crowd. Half of their class is already here, so of course the squad leader must be here too.

Although he would find it troublesome occasionally, the squad leader's little heart, which was so chilled by the little goblin in the exam, would always be warmed up by the idiots in the back row.

pretty good.

At least this kind of class camaraderie really makes people feel very comfortable.

There is no doubt that they are a collective.

"Do you think Zhang Yida is going to write fluid analysis again this time?"

"I bet a pack of spicy strips, he will write [-] characters today!"

"I bet a pack of spicy sticks, he will hand in the test early today!"

Everyone said "gambling" verbally, but in fact no one came to open the game at all.

In the process of fighting and talking, several students left because of something.

Finally, when the exam time officially ended, Zhang Yida came out of the exam room.

His face was covered with the gloom of staying up all night and hurting his body, but his eyes were bright, as if he had finally completed a major event in life.

The squad leader stood in the flower bed below, and even Wen Qingqing, who was always indifferent like a good deskmate with no emotion, stood underneath with a badminton racket on her back and waited for him with everyone.

Zhang Yida's tears came down with a "shua".

He didn't know why he was crying, but he cried anyway.

Wen Qingqing bounced up the stairs, ran up to him, poked him with a finger, and said, "Hey, don't cry."

Without further ado, Zhang Yida stretched out his arms and hugged Wen Qingqing, who was covered in sweat just after playing golf.

He said: "I'll write about ball fluid analysis later! I'm a fucking idiot!"

The squad leader watched helplessly as Wen Qingqing was embraced by Zhang Yida, and everyone booed immediately.

However, at this moment, Director Qiu, who lost his beer belly due to morning jogging, passed by on a small electric donkey——

"Fuck?! What are you doing?! Let go! Let me go!"

……

Ke Han returned home with Mu Heng, but there was no one at home.

The little black cats rushed up wagging their tails with difficulty, as if they were welcoming them.

It seems that there is another one sticking out its tongue?

A particularly large piece of "white paper" was pasted on the refrigerator. When I got closer, I realized that it was an envelope.

【Baby, you've grown up. Mommy can't accompany you anymore. Mommy is going to travel around the world. This is Mommy's dream all along...】

Ke Han almost lost his grip on the pink and tender letter paper in his hand.

The little black cat rubbed back and forth at his feet, making a sound that was completely different from ordinary cats.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Mu Heng came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ke Han's eyes were wet.

"My mom went on a trip around the world," he said.