Do not provoke

Hearing his words, He Miao turned around and said with a mournful face, "Brother Bei, I didn't do my homework during the vacation, so I must have screwed up again this time."

Tang Xingbei casually said, "You've said it all yourself, haven't you made up your mind yet?"

He Miao stared at Yu Zhao, who was on the answer sheet for each subject on the podium, and huddled on the chair nervously: "Ahhhhhhhh——Lao Zhang is really hurt, he only picks the exam after the holiday for public execution!"

Over there, Yu Zhao has already picked up the microphone: "The first subject, Chinese—"

"Fang Lin, 142."

There was some turmoil in the class, and some people turned their heads and looked back in surprise.

Tang Xingbei had never been first in Chinese since he was in school, so he just glanced thoughtfully at Fang Lin who was walking towards the podium.

……

"Tang Xingbei, 137."

Yu Zhao paused, and suppressed a smile: "The Chinese teacher said: "Next time, if your handwriting is so bad, you will lose the hundreds digit in front."

Tang Xingbei: "..."

Ben Li immediately started laughing.

In this kind of collective laughter, no one would worry that Tang Xingbei would stare at him alone, so he was very happy to boo.

Especially the girls, their laughter was extraordinarily crisp, and they looked at him frequently.

Tang Xingbei turned and came down expressionlessly holding the answer sheet.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Fang Lin vaguely saw a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Next is the math."

Yu Zhao flipped through the answer sheet, and was about to speak, when he suddenly uttered a sentence, "Damn it?" !

Standing next to him, Lao Zhang fanned himself, snorted as expected, and took the time to slap him: "Be careful with your words!"

Yu Zhao even forgot to hide. After being beaten, he raised his head in shock, looked towards the last row, and raised the microphone: "...Fang Lin, 150."

Tang Xingbei immediately turned his head and stared at the people beside him.

The class was also shocked and agitated like throwing a bomb//bomb, and turned their heads to look over:

"Hold?!"

"what's the situation!"

"Tang Xingbei was suppressed?!"

……

In the noisy room, Lao Zhang snorted godly: "How dare you be crazy? To tell you the truth, when Fang Lin first entered the class, he was a full three months behind us! But what do you think? I got the first place in the exam!"

He looked around the group of quails with their heads down in satisfaction: "Is it ashamed? Ah? Let me ask you if you are ashamed? You are usually so arrogant that you will be beaten to the face this time, right?"

As the No. [-] in the ranking for two years, Tang Xingbei was just slapping himself in the face when he heard this.

Until Fang Lin came down from the podium indifferently, his eyes still stayed on the other party, with unbelievable anger.

"Tang Xingbei, 149." Yu Zhao coughed.

The one whose name was called remained motionless.

Fang Lin finally couldn't stand being stared at by him, sighed, put his hand on his head and turned around: "Take your answer sheet."

Tang Xingbei felt that he was mocking him.

Next:

"English--"

"Tang Xingbei, 144."

"Fang Lin 142."

……

"Comprehensive—"

"Fang Lin 282."

"Tang Xingbei 278."

……

"Total score, No. 716 in the school list, Fang Lin with 2 points. No.710 Tang Xingbei...3 points." Yu Zhao swallowed, "No.705 Liu Zhijin, [-] points."

Suddenly there was a loud voice from the audience:

"What the hell is going on! Tang Xingbei was really suppressed?!"

"716 is too much, isn't it?!"

"Please give normal people a way to survive..."

He Miao originally wanted to turn his head to express his surprise, but he turned his head half way before he was frozen by the overwhelming air-conditioning behind him, and turned back silently to glance at his deskmate.

The two of them met their gazes, pressed close to the table at the same time, and tried their best to stay away from the ice volcano behind them.

"Shut up, shut up." The uproar in the class never stopped. Lao Zhang knocked on the podium and stared, "What are you yelling about! Originally, the teacher was concerned about your exams at the beginning of school on weekends, and you didn't do too well in the questions. Difficult! There are less than ten people with a score of 700 or more! Do you think it’s embarrassing?!”

The audience slowly calmed down, and replied in a drawn-out voice: "Shame—"

Lao Zhang had nothing to do with these bastards. He walked down the podium with his hands behind his back, his eyes wide open, and he said while inspecting, "Don't think I don't know! Many people always feel that they have finished learning new lessons, and they can do whatever they want for the second round of review." Fooling, just focusing on yourself and working hard without caring about the teacher's progress."

Hearing this, many people in the audience quietly shrunk their necks.

"Let me tell you the truth, the teacher may not be as talented as the top students in the audience, but we have taught the class for so many years. In terms of the logic and system of knowledge, I dare say that none of the dozens of students in the audience can over us."

Lao Zhang was satisfied with the silence in the audience, and continued to pace in the corridor, while looking at their homework on the desktop: "The college entrance examination ended last month, and you are now senior three students. In the last year... ..."

Below is the familiar chatter, the people in the class automatically blocked him, started to look at his answer sheet, and then regretted that he should have done this question correctly.

Tang Xingbei lowered his eyes sleepily, and flipped through the answer sheet in the same irritability.

English language is not mentioned, normal level.

The math questions were indeed not difficult, and that point was also deducted from the condition that the third big question was missed.

The comprehensive theory is also okay, the scoring points are not lost, and the points are deducted for the details of the extended questions.

All in all, it's functioning normally.

However, No.1 is just fucking gone.

Tang Xingbei was about to die of anger.

He held back his anger until after school, refusing to take a look at Fang Lin.

As soon as the bell rang, he picked up his schoolbag and left through the back door.

After the people left, He Miao quietly poked his head over, covered half of his face with his hands, and whispered to Fang Lin, "Don't worry, the peacock disease has occurred."

Fang Lin raised his eyes: "?"

He Miao looked around and saw that others were gathering to discuss the grades and no one noticed this side, so she withdrew her hand, said "bad" familiarly, and leaned against his table with her hands on the back of the chair: "I'm from the north." Brother has been No.1 almost all the way since he was a child, and his mother is too demanding of him..."

He Miao's lips twitched suddenly, and he glanced at Fang Lin guiltily, and saw that he had no special reaction, so he changed the subject stiffly: "Eh... anyway, he's not targeting you, he's just angry that he's not number one. .”

Fang Lin changed his pen and said indifferently, "Why did you tell me this?"

He Miao was stunned, and hesitated: "I don't know... probably because you are the only person who can communicate with him normally for so many years?"

He met Shang Lin's gaze, and began to be silently cowardly again, scratching his head: "Forget it, I'd better slip."

After finishing speaking, he put his schoolbag on his back, flipped over the table and slipped away in a hurry.

Fang Lin lowered his eyes, still unresponsive, and packed his schoolbag unhurriedly.

In the short few minutes from going downstairs to the school gate, he was like a million-level light bulb, attracting the attention of countless people.

Cooperating with the murmur that didn't keep the volume down: "Fuck, he is Fang Lin, right? He looks really good..."

"Have you guys read the school post, too? Damn it, it's so difficult to take the 716 exam, it's really not human!"

"It is said that he and Tang Xingbei are at the same table, and it turns out that the master only plays with the master."

"He overwhelmed Tang Xingbei as soon as he came, that's awesome."

……

Fang Lin was irritated by the noise all the way, so he put on his earphones.

He really couldn't figure out how Tang Xingbei lived in such exaggerated worship so calmly.

Probably this is the legendary young master's disease.

It was already ten o'clock when the evening self-study and school ended, and there were sparsely scattered students on both sides of the street on Banyan Street, and there were also people on bicycles with schoolbags on their backs, walking slowly forward with a bell in one hand.

The street lights were bright, and the figures gathered together to fight and fight.

Fang Lin didn't take off his earphones until he turned into an alley with few people, and stuffed it casually into the side of his schoolbag.

City W is an old city with rich shade of trees, with intricate alleys on both sides of the street, Qingshiban Street is simple and clean.

These alleys extend in all directions and are connected together like a spider web. If you go in and turn a few corners at will, you can find the way you want to go.

So Fang Lin randomly picked someone who wasn't there and turned in. Before he walked ten meters away, he heard an angry shout from the alley, with panic and panic: "...What the hell are you trying to do!"

As if he hadn't heard of it, he was about to pass by indifferently, but suddenly heard a cold smile, and said casually, "It's pretty fast."

This voice is somewhat familiar, clear and rustling, like a glass of mint smoothie in summer.

Fang Lin stopped walking.