Dharma god he doesn't want to go to school

Looking forward to looking forward to, the footsteps of night are approaching.

In the eyes of countless students who are trying to make sense, Kles released the results of the theoretical test paper for the first exam of the new semester.

Student A: "Ah! Why did I get such a point in the test!? I didn't play much this holiday? I read the book and reviewed it when I went back. How could I only get this point?"

Student B: "What do you mean by 'turning over the book' and 'reviewing' mean turning over the book and putting it on the table, and then running out for a while?"

"No! You're talking nonsense! The deductions must be for new knowledge learned after school started, not before the holidays!"

"The test paper will be distributed to everyone in a while, and you will see which questions are deducted immediately. Are you sure you don't change your mind?"

"..." Student A, "Ah, I just remembered that I went to stay at a relative's house for a while during the holidays, and I accidentally forgot to bring my textbooks. Hey, it must be that I didn't work hard enough long enough and was pulled down by other students."

This time it's student B's turn: "..."

Student A acted nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter if I didn't do well in the theory test today. There is a practical test tomorrow! I will try my best to improve my score in the practical test!"

Keres pretended that for the psychological consideration of the students, there was no exam for the start of the term, but looking at the time when the first exam was before the start of the term, what is the difference between this and the exam for the start of the term?

Learn a little more knowledge and need to take more exams?The longer the time span of the content learned, the more difficult it is for students to assess the level of mastery?

If it is possible, the students will tell those other school students who envy Kles with their faces full of blood: What slogans such as "Down with the entrance examination" are shouted, don't be in the blessing and don't know the blessing.

For this reason, in the hearts of students, the first exam of each semester is second only to the final exam in terms of sadness.They are also more keen to communicate with each other about the content, grades, and rankings of this exam.

"Where do you rank? This year's ranking does not include those who went to the special class. Has everyone's ranking increased by three? Haha."

"Where is such a cheap thing? The law department only got two promotions on average, and the physics department has to analyze it based on the previous results."

"Huh? Oh, look at my brain, how can I forget those two newcomers."

"How about those two grades?"

"The contents of the special class and the senior college exam don't seem to be exactly the same? Are the scores also ranked separately? How do they compare?"

Such arguments can be seen everywhere.

As soon as they entered the school, they became members of the special class. Al Schilling and Ernest received a lot of attention, and now they appeared in every corner of the school with super high frequency.

Richard Gray - Griman's follower - said casually when discussing the grades with his classmates: "If the grades of the special class are also arranged separately by department, is it true that one class in the special class can get two grades? There are only three people in each ranking?"

His classmate laughed: "Yes."

Not far away, Griman's classmate asked suspiciously: "You don't know the correct answer to this question?... Go ask the teacher... Hey, have you asked the teaching assistant?"

Griman smiled and said, "Maybe I went at the wrong time. Assistant coach Ernest was in a bad mood and didn't call me back."

The classmate thought for a while, but spread his hands helplessly: "There is no way, the assistant has that temper."

Griman: "Yes."

The classmate thought: "By the way, does anyone know how many points the teaching assistant scored this time? Even if the questions are different, we can also see from here how much the theoretical reserve gap between us and the teaching assistant is."

At a private gathering of members of the Legal Studies Association.

"President, do you know the grades of the freshman in the special class?" a member asked, "That Al Schilling can enter the special class, the grades must be very good?"

Another member pouted: "I can't see it, even if he has good grades, he can outperform the president? How dare the president put on airs when he personally invited him to join before the opening ceremony?"

Willie Weller frowned slightly: "Be careful."

The member who spoke behind pursed his lips, and muttered softly: "I think the selection of the special class must also refer to the grade, otherwise, the president, you have such good grades, how could it be..."

Under Wheeler's gaze, the member's voice became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

Weiler said lightly: "The teacher has the teacher's considerations, so don't talk nonsense if you don't know."

A member hurried in: "President! I heard..."

in the school.

"No way? Did you make a mistake?"

"The two freshmen in the special class who didn't go to school with us before took the test so little?"

"Why do they get into the special class? What does the teacher value about them?"

All kinds of news spread like wildfire.Kles tonight is extraordinarily boiling.

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Of the 6 students in special classes, the extremely irregular four are in the same dormitory, and the other two are in two dormitories, but at the moment they all gather in one dormitory with a particularly tacit understanding.

Two of them from the physics department who didn't live here at first held the exam papers that had just been handed out in the morning, and the ranking list with only three people, and stared at Ernest strangely.

Ansair: ? ? ?

When the grades came out tonight, he and Ernest were chatting away in the tea room, killing time, watching the test papers grow their own legs—it was true, the envelope was magically attached, and it contained the test papers and report cards, designated The location doesn’t need to be sent by the teacher or the class committee specially——Running to the door of the dormitory, he opened the door with Ernest and went out to get their test papers and report cards, and helped Samuel and Hayden take them together .

He really didn't want to see how many exams his roommates had taken, he just wanted to help them get them.

... Anyway, his ranking is fixed there, there is nothing to struggle with.

As a result, the envelope hadn't been given to the roommate, and Gerald and Vanessa had arrived before the people had left the living room.He didn't say anything when he came, but he kept staring at his friend.

He felt very strange.

He should be the only one whose grades don't meet the expected standard of their class, so what's the matter with friends?

Even if some students don't like him joining the special class with such grades, it's against him, not against his friend.

He was ready for the aggressive classmates to come to the dormitory door to question him at night. Why did Vanessa and Gerald come here?He saw that the attitude of these two people towards them was quite good.

Gerrard purposely stood in front of the stairs, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Ansair's steps to go upstairs.

He knew that if Ansair went upstairs, Ernest would never bother to talk to them.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Vanessa asked bluntly, "How could you be worse than me in the exam?"

After a few days of getting along, if she believed Ernest's true level in this score, she would unscrew her wings and eat them!

Ansair looked shocked.

No way?My friend said that it was his first time to take the test in Keres, and the possibility of acclimatization appeared?

Ernest first winked helplessly at Ansair, and then said solemnly and seriously to Vanessa: "I haven't seen how many points I got in the test, but." He looked into Vanessa's eyes , "Being selected to enter the special class has fully demonstrated your strength, so don't belittle yourself."

The bottomless gray-blue eyes, in Vanessa's eyes, seemed like a cold pool exuding a cold meaning, warning her not to do what she shouldn't do, and don't say what she shouldn't say.

Vanessa's back was covered with hairs.

Seeing this, Gerald hissed lightly, choosing to decisively divert... Xilin's attention.

"Here's the envelope from Hayden and Samuel?" he said. "Give it to me, and I'll give it to them."

Ansair froze for a moment, then handed it to Gerald.

Ernest looked away and looked at Ansair.

"..."

Ans Elson saw a sentence from his friend's sight:

Since we don't need to deliver envelopes to roommates, let's go back to the tea room!

Ansair originally wanted to deliver the envelope and go back to his room to face his dismal report card alone, but now it's different, and his friend seems to have failed the exam. With his score (should be) at the bottom, the friend's mood will be better?

It is not necessary in this life, and he has never encountered such a situation in his previous life. Ansair can only figure out whether he is right or not.

"Is there anything else?" He looked at Vanessa, with a faint puzzlement under his polite expression.

This girl usually looks quite normal, why did she come here to poke her friend's wound on purpose?

Vanessa shook her head silently.

That's all, what else do you not understand?Isn't it because you are worried that your sweetheart will be criticized because of your grades, and deliberately fail the exam?Heh, a man in secret (clear) love is unreasonable.

However, what is even more incredible is that the secret (overt) love object is not yet enlightened.

Thinking of this, Vanessa calmed down for a moment, thinking that it was all right for her to be warned by Ernest, and she even looked at Ernest much more pleasingly.

"I have something to do with Hayden."

Vanessa found an excuse casually, and entered Hayden's room with Gerald with a smile.

Back in the tea room, Ansair tore open the envelope to read the grades, and sighed long.

"The full score is 100, and I only got 81 points in the test." He glanced at Hayden and Samuel, who were ranked above him, "They all got full marks, and some of them made up."

Ernest took a casual look: "I just passed 80." He smiled and said, "Work hard together."

"You have to work hard." Ansair stared at the report card for a while, then stared at the test paper, and asked suddenly, "I answered everything I could, how about you?"

Ernest thought for a while and answered: "I've written everything I know, but I'm not very used to the school's style of writing questions. I didn't understand some of the questions, otherwise I can get a little more points."

A little doubt in his heart was wiped away, and Ansair's eyebrows were frowned: "The theory test is not very good, so I can only spend more time in tomorrow's practical test to get more points."

In this regard, he is confident, and he has even more confidence in his friends.

Ernest: "Well, the class average can no longer be dragged."

Ansair thought that he had dragged the average score of nearly 7 points for the law students in the special class, and felt sorry for him: "Yes."

Under the banner of preparing for tomorrow's exam, Ansair quickly told Ernest that he would see you tomorrow.Ernest seemed to casually mention that drinking some sleep-promoting tea before going to bed would make him feel better tomorrow.

Ansair was deeply convinced, and then sat quietly in the dormitory hall, waiting for random conflicts to come to his door, so that he could resolve them as soon as possible, and strive not to disturb the study and rest of other roommates.

With the manner of Keles, some classmates will come over soon, right?he thinks.

However, after conscientiously waiting for most of the night, from the living room to the room, Ansair didn't wait for anyone other than Gerald and Vanessa to come.

Ansair: ?

what happened?After the results were announced, no one came to trouble him?He only has 80 points. With such a low score, no one will make trouble with him?

Looking at the dark night outside the window, Ansair pondered for a while: All right, as long as he doesn't find him, he can pretend he doesn't know about any comments or questions.

Just don't stop looking for him tonight, and block him in the cafeteria tomorrow morning, he doesn't want to fight with someone hungry.

Ansair slipped off to sleep after drinking tea.downstairs.

Ernest stared at the test paper in a daze, an action he had maintained for a long time.

With his calm gaze refocused, Ernest slowly scanned the blank space on the test paper, raised his finger, and nodded between his eyebrows.

wow.

A corner of the brain that had been imprisoned was finally liberated, and countless information streams flowed into the logical chain like thousands of streams rushing to the sea.

The long eyelashes trembled for a moment, and when Ernest looked at the test paper again, he had a complete understanding of the answers that should be filled in every blank and the corrections after every "×".

Ernest was unwilling to lie to Al, he sealed part of his memory before the exam started, and at that time he would only test the current grade.

A tiny smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared.

He was very happy to achieve the goal, but he was a little puzzled: where did the method used to seal part of the memory come from?Why... can't remember clearly?

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Thank you Lei from mifug~