The whole world thinks I'm a scumbag

The kids still took the bus to the city.Although Qingmo is in the wilderness, there are two-lane buses that operate until the early hours of the morning.

There are also a group of students wearing dark red Takashi school uniforms by the station.The children in the airborne class don't need to go to self-study in the morning and evening. Obviously, they will find a chance to come out after class and plan to go for a walk nearby.

The sky was getting darker, and the light of dusk shrouded the entire station. They were a group of green and black children wearing black windbreaker school uniforms, and eagle talents in red. A group of people occupied one side of the station sign.

Huang Feijian took a look, then came back and told them: "It's from Airborne Class 24."

Yi Qingyang looked at the students coming in and out of the school gate, most of them were walking leisurely in groups of three or five, all wearing crimson school uniforms, this kind of unique sign of "coming from the sunshine class from other schools" and "students from Yingcai Middle School" , itself has become a kind of privilege for them to walk proudly in the green ink seven.

Lu Xingyin also looked up.

Gu Fangwei did not follow.Even day students are not allowed to leave school at a certain time.

Under the sun at dusk, many small vendors set up stalls to sell snacks to teachers and passers-by residents. The Yingcai Middle School students from class 26 who were airborne were slightly behind, and there was a person in the distance who looked like a little mouse, bargaining in front of the rice ball booth.

"Hi! Are you going downtown!"

Just turning around, Cheng Minjun's eyes met Lu Xingyin's.He seemed a little surprised, and then waved to the stall owner, as if he wanted to come over.

The 24th Airborne Regiment under the stop sign also shouted: "Yes—"

The horn of the car sounded, the bus was speeding up, and the car was slammed to a stop.

The students lined up to enter, Lu Xingyin looked out the window, the students in the square on the left started to run, Cheng Minjun stared at him with a smile on his lips.

He looked away, found a place to sit down, and Yi Qingyang sat beside him.

Qingmo students took the second half of the car, while Yingcai students took the first half.They discussed with the driver: "Wait a minute, master? Our classmates are outside."

The driver looked back while smoking a cigarette: "Isn't it all full, wait for the next one."

Step on the accelerator, and the scenery and people are left far behind.

Yi Qingyang noticed his gaze just now, leaned over to look back, and asked in doubt: "——that Yingcai student who was looking at you outside just now, do you know him?"

"I know." Lu Xingyin said lightly, "I knew each other in the competition before."

After hearing these words, an eagle student in the front row turned around and looked at him curiously.

"So it's you? Have you also studied competition?"

"Unexpectedly, this kind of school also has contestants..."

The airborne students in class 24 recognized him.These few students were brought to the class by Lu Xingyin.

"I remember, you know Cheng Minjun?" The boy who spoke just now seemed to realize his abruptness, and turned around to chat with him, "Hello."

"I'm not a competition student." Lu Xingyin said, "I only participated in junior high school competitions."

"Oh..." The boy turned around with an expression of "that's how it is", or "as expected", and then discussed with the people in his own class, and the topic naturally fell on the competition.

Yi Qingyang became interested: "Brother, does your school have a competition class?"

As far as he knows, there is no high school in the entire S province that offers formal competition classes.

He is different from others, he is not so hostile towards Yingcai students, and he doesn't care much about being crushed in math class, he just thinks about how to chase them.

He has also done a lot of homework for the competition. Facing the temptation of being directly recommended for the second prize in the preliminary competition, it is difficult not to be swayed. However, after weighing various aspects, he decided to keep the college entrance examination for the time being, and stop at the stage of understanding the competition. .

The boy turned around again, obviously happy to share his "high-end competition knowledge" with these "students": "Well, our school doesn't have it yet, but it's coming soon. We finished all the courses in the first year of high school, and the teacher asked us to try it out." Try, for this try, try to get a provincial third prize... After this year's winter vacation, our school will set up a regular competition class, and we will sign up for the next competition, maybe we can even compete for the provincial team."

"This year, there are only ten first prizes in province S." A talented girl next to her flipped through the files on her phone, her voice full of pride, "Six are seniors from our school, three are from No. [-] Middle School, and one is from a small county town. It came out, dark horse, this is..."

"Eagle is awesome!"

The students laughed and laughed together.

Yi Qingyang whispered to Lu Xingyin: "It's really different if the school is good. They are so strong—it's very difficult to win prizes in competitions, isn't it?"

Lu Xingyin said softly: "For now, it's not that difficult."

Dongtong City, where he originally lived, was not part of Province S, but a strong province among strong provinces. Fanxing Middle School, one of the four famous schools, is located in their provincial capital. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a place where members of the national training team are directed. , also known as "the cradle of national gold medals".

Every year in the National Preliminary Competition (Provincial Competition), there are 85 places for the first prize allocated to Province Q where Dongtong City is located. However, in terms of training volume, number of competitors, and competition intensity, it is correspondingly far above other provinces and cities .Even if the test papers of the provincial competition (national preliminary competition) are the same, more often than not, the last score in a strong province can crush the first place in a weak province.

And every year, the country selects 40 people from various provincial teams to enter the national training team. Province S has never had a name.

In other words, the gold content of the competition in province S is actually not high, which is why there are only 10 first prizes allocated by the state to province S.

The quality of students, the atmosphere of competition and training, the achievements of the national team in previous years, and the strength of teachers, these three are interlinked, and all of them are prosperous.A strong province is a virtuous circle, and a weak province is a vicious circle.

Lu Xingyin's voice was not loud, but a clear sentence fell into the ears of the students in the front row.

The boy smiled: "My buddy is right. Province S is indeed a weak province—but you are speaking loudly. After all, there are only ten people in the province. How much did you pass in the junior high school competition? This is not a coincidence Well, I haven't participated in the national and regional chemistry competition, but my classmate—Cheng Minjun, who you know, also participated, and I heard him mention it. Is this test paper unified across the country?"

Another girl in the front row said: "I also participated in junior high school, but I participated in physics, and I have heard of chemistry. Our chemistry gold medal line is 120, I remember."

Lu Xingyin paused, and said softly: "I used to be from Province Q, the No. 15 regional chemistry competition. The total score was 197. The gold medal line is 195."

Their junior high school competition is divided into two exams, the experimental operation and the theoretical operation, and the full score is 200 points.

As soon as he said this, the audience fell silent.

The full score is 200 points, and the gap between the gold medal line of 120 and 195 is the difference between a weak province and a strong province.

"You got so high in the exam, why did you come to Qingmo in the end?" The boy continued to doubt, and immediately took out his mobile phone to call Cheng Minjun, "You lied to us, right? Cheng Minjun is also from the Q province, he is the result there Come to our middle school, if you can pass the exam so high, why do you need to come to this dilapidated school?"

Shen Ke glared, and said in a very blunt tone: "Please explain clearly, what happened to our school?"

Yi Qingyang held her back: "Wait a minute."

The phone was connected, and the boy turned on the speakerphone.

Cheng Minjun's voice came out: "Hello?"

"Oh, gentleman, I want to ask you something. The boy from Qingmo who took us to class 24 the day you met, he said that he passed 197 in the exam. Do you have any impression?" the boy asked.

Lu Xingyin looked at the phone quietly.

"Yo... this is, are you still talking?" The voice came through the phone with a little rustle, "He... what, Lu Xingyin, are you listening over there?"

Lu Xingyin said: "I am here."

Being close, Cheng Minjun heard his voice from the other side, thinking that the boy gave him the phone, but didn't realize that the hands-free was on here.

Before Cheng Minjun had time to speak, Lu Xingyin interrupted him: "The thing about the summer vacation last year, legally speaking, the monitoring of the examination site is permanently preserved, and the effective period of prosecution is two years."

- It's only been a year now.

Cheng Minjun stopped talking.

After a long while, he sneered: "What's so great about you being the first in the province? The double first place in the theoretical experiment of the provincial chemistry competition in Q province. No matter how you look at it, you should go to Fanxing Middle School? What's the matter, isn't it here now?" Qingmo No. 650 Middle School, Qingmo, ten years ago, a century-old prestigious school, how many points can you take now? Six hundred? Six hundred and two? I think you are the first in your grade, and your score is only [-]."

"Score 650, to be honest, our school should be ranked outside the 690th place. The school of TOP, no matter how you say it, has a score of [-] to go up—are you willing to go up? Oh no, I forgot, you now have a Shu Nian is very strange."

"Keep your mouth clean!" Huang Feijian slapped his chair and shouted into the phone, "Eagle is amazing? I, Huang Feijian, Class [-], Qingmo No. [-] Middle School, in our territory, be careful, once you meet me, I will take you Beat it to death!!"

Cheng Minjun probably didn't realize that it was an external broadcast, and hung up the phone after a while.

The guy on the phone was also a little embarrassed.

They didn't understand what Lu Xingyin and Cheng Minjun said about the "appeal", but they only understood one thing: Lu Xingyin was the [-]th regional chemistry competition, and the Q provincial competition area was double first.

197 points.

Yi Qingyang secretly asked: "Why didn't you mention it to us, you are so strong in Province Q?"

Huang Feijian said: "No wonder Mathematics 143..." He is the representative of his class's mathematics class, and he has been worrying about the last month's exam.

The boy from Yingcai was a bit offended, and muttered: "It's just a junior high school competition, strong is strong, and Qingmo No. 650 Middle School is trash. We looked at your leaderboard, and it is indeed the highest score. Only a little over [-] points."

This is the result of the last monthly exam, and the difficulty has increased.

Shen Ke's voice was clear: "You need to score 690 to [-] to get into Qingbei? Did you eat the college entrance examination paper the year before last?"

The boy froze for a moment.

The rest of the Yingcai students are also trying to remember.

"Don't remember? If I don't remember, I'll just reminisce with you. The year before last, our province's math papers and comprehensive science papers were extremely difficult. The total score of science subjects was 641, and the undergraduate line was only 490. Why don't you look at the difficulty of the test papers before talking about the statistics?" Shen Ke folded her arms and leaned in front of the seat, "Last year's top scorer in science was 701 points, the TOP2 score line was 687, 685, and..."

A group of people were taken aback by what she said.

Yi Qingyang shrugged at Lu Xingyin, and told him in a low voice: "She's good at data analysis."

Lu Xingyin smiled.