The slag is very busy

All the test papers have been changed.

In the first class in the morning, when the female class teacher came in with the report card, Yu Yi probably understood why the papers were corrected so quickly.

Almost half of the people on the report card are like him, with zero points in three or more subjects.

The speed of correcting a test paper is about five seconds, which reduces the burden on the teacher who corrects the test paper.

In the fourth class in the morning, the teacher handed out all the test papers for each subject. Yu Yi looked at the Chinese test paper that he had scored 120, and felt a little subtle.

With his grades in this subject alone, he overthrew more than 30 students from the tenth class and entered the middle and upper reaches of the class.

What a wonderful thing fate is.

At noon, all the information about the class division was announced. Yu Yi took a look at it when there were few people, and it turned out that it was still Class Ten.

It seems that he has a bad relationship with this class, and he can't get rid of it.

I also blame myself for my extraordinary performance in the subject of Chinese, and it is difficult for others to score [-] points in the three subjects combined.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw a group of people in front of the composition display board over there, chattering and discussing a test paper posted on it.

Yu Yi was born without curiosity, he had just stepped out when he suddenly heard someone saying Zhao Jiu's name.

"Zhao Jiu? The one from Class [-]?"

"Damn, are you the image ambassador of the No. [-] Middle School?"

"Isn't it too little to give 30 points for this composition? I think it's pretty good."

"Brother, tell me seriously, do you really see what he wrote?"

"There is such a wild feeling in it, but the words can still be read clearly."

"Are you wearing a microscope? Why can't I see a word?"

"Excuse me, I only understand his name."

Yu Yi paused for [-] seconds, then put it back, and looked back for a while.

At that glance, I was right.

This classmate Zhao Jiu's composition was copied and pasted on the first place in the composition display column. The handwriting is not so much crooked as it is more vivid. At a glance, the words in each frame are vivid Climb out.

It seems that the time I saw him playing Fruit Ninja with a pen in the examination room was a real thing.

On the top of the composition paper, there is the word Zhao Jiu, which is completely different from the handwriting at the bottom. There is a sway in the wind, and a small red flower is drawn on the stroke of the word Zhao.

It fits his style quite well.

Yu Yi didn't look any further, and went back to the dormitory with her head down.

All the books that had been placed in the classroom before were cleared out, and for the afternoon class, Yu Yi simply brought a few test papers, not even a pen.

The moment she entered the classroom, Yu Yi truly experienced the feeling of changing a class.

It turned out that those people who could be recognized by me at a glance were all gone. Everyone chatted in twos and seemed to know each other.

Yu Yi walked in through the back door, sat in the last row next to the wall as usual, stuffed the test papers into the table, and took out the phone.

Xiong Chumo sent him a message a minute ago.

— Dad!Mother!Why are you still in Class Ten? ? ?The promised wind and rain, Class [-] is waiting for you! ! !

Yu Yi typed patiently.

—Didn't I tell you that I took the Chinese test seriously?

-……said.

Just as Yu Yi exited the chat interface with Xiong Chumo, the classroom suddenly fell silent, and the students who were still chatting in pairs immediately returned to their seats.

He raised his eyes and saw several people coming in from the front door of the classroom.

Zhao Jiu came in behind the head teacher, and was talking to him with a smile.There were two boys following behind them, Yu Yi recognized that they were the two of them who were performing prowess in his dormitory yesterday.

The class teacher changed, and Yu Yi could tell at a glance that it was the person who trained Zhao Jiu in the office that day.

The head teacher walked up to the podium, Zhao Jiu still had a faint smile on his face, glanced at everyone present, and then stopped at the corner where Yu Yi was.

I don't know if it's because Yu Yi's evil spirit is relatively strong, but no one dares to sit around the place where he sits.

Zhao Jiu grabbed his black schoolbag with one hand, dangling it with the other, and walked straight towards him.

Yue Yu and Zheng Ren who were following behind also looked at this side, they whispered a few words, Zheng Ren pushed Yue Yu forward: "You sit with Brother Nine."

"I don't." Seeing that Zhao Jiu had already sat down beside Yu Yi, Yue Yu quickly turned a corner and sat down in front of Yu Yi.

"No conscience." Zheng Ren rolled his eyes, and had no choice but to risk his life to accompany the gentleman.

He was about to sit next to Zhao Jiu when he received Zhao Jiu's gaze.

"You sit in front." There is no doubt.

"..." Zheng Ren obediently sat next to Yue Yu, and slapped Yue Yu who was holding back his laughter.

Yu Yi propped his head in one hand and was playing with his mobile phone. Suddenly there was a person sitting next to him. He raised his eyes, took a look, and then lowered his head again.

There were rustling discussions around, Yu Yi put away her phone, and was about to sit upright when suddenly the person next to her moved slightly closer and whispered to him, "Let me sit inside."

Yu Yi turned to look at him, and the two looked at each other, each seeing his own reflection in the other's eyes.

After looking at each other for two seconds, Yu Yi first looked away and ignored him.

However, Zhao Jiu hadn't given up yet.

"Cannibalism is short, do you know?"

Yu Yi suddenly turned her head and saw the serious look on the other person's face, and then believed that this person was not joking.

"Didn't eat." Yu Yi randomly grabbed a paper from the table and put it on the table, "Throw it away."

"..."

Yue Yu in front turned his head, looked at Zhao Jiu, then at Yu Yi, turned his head back without saying a word.

Zhao Jiu opened his schoolbag and piled a few books on the table casually.

There is an extra word "Xu" on the blackboard.

"My surname is Xu," the teacher in charge tapped on the blackboard with one finger, "I'm not a bone, and I'm not an egg, so don't call me Laogu or Laodan, just call me Xiaoxu."

Yu Yi looked up at Xiao Xu who was nearly forty, then looked down at his phone, his mother sent him a message.

—Son, mom is coming tomorrow. Aren’t you on National Day holiday tomorrow? Let’s have a meal together when you come back.

"I teach Chinese. This afternoon is all my class. Don't worry, it's only like this once a year."

Yu Yi put one hand on the table with one hand curled up, holding the phone with the other hand, typing with her thumb.

—Go back this afternoon.

—Okay, okay, I'll see you tomorrow.Is your dad home?

"Let's take a roll call now. I just got the report card of your class, and I counted according to the ranking. The first one, Yu Yi."

Just as Yu Yi was about to reply without a word, his name was suddenly called. He raised his head and called out "here" amidst the eyes of everyone looking for the target.

It's quite new, and it's the first time he's been in the book for so many years about the roll call.Still the first to be clicked.

He was a little surprised that a person who scored less than 150 points in Chinese and English was ranked first in the class.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the back door, Yu Yi was used to being watched by others, put the mobile phone in his hand on the table, and took it out.

It was Zhao Jiu, who had a book spread out in his hand, with a cell phone in it, his feet crossed on the unoccupied stool in front of him, and his body leaning back on the back of the chair, a wooden chair worth 20 yuan. It felt like he was sitting out of the high-end sofa.

Xiao Xu glanced at him, seemed to recognize him, and smiled at him: "You are the number one in Chinese school?"

Yu Yi let out an "ah", not knowing how to communicate with him.

Zhao Jiu looked at him unexpectedly, and saw the Chinese test paper on his desk with the composition facing up.

Xiao Xu continued to roll the roll, Yu Yi leaned on the window frame with one hand, staring at the camphor tree outside the window whose branches had reached the second floor.

"The last one, Zhao Jiu."

"Hello." Zhao Jiu was very polite.

"What a fart!" Xiao Xu glared at him, "Don't know about the six exams?"

"I know." Zhao Jiu still maintained that posture without moving, and put one hand behind his head, "I know nothing but Chinese."

"...Take out all the Chinese papers, let's talk about the papers." Teacher Xu was so angry that he had nothing to say, and put away the report card.

Just as Yu Yi was about to turn over the paper, a voice came from beside him: "Student, lend me to read it together."

Yu Yi paused for a second, impatiently pushed the paper towards him.

"You have a big temper." Zhao Jiu placed the test paper between the two of them, and said to himself, "You're even crazier than when I was young."

Yu Yi didn't understand the meaning of his words, and didn't want to talk to him at all.

Zheng Ren in the front thought that Zhao Jiu's paper was long gone, and was about to give him his own paper, but when he turned around and saw that the two shared the same paper, he was stunned.

"Night blindness!" He pushed Yue Yu beside him, his voice was very low, "Look behind the fuck, am I blind?"

Yue Yu glanced back very slightly, and then looked puzzled: "What?"

"..." Zheng Ren nodded, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have tried to speak human words to you."

After the first class in the afternoon, Yu Yi just wanted to lie down and sleep for a while, when the back door immediately became lively.

"Ninth brother! Your test paper!" Zhang Kaiguang opened the back door and handed over a paper that had been crumpled into toilet paper. "I've been running eight fucking classes! I'm finally coming back!"

"Luoyang paper is expensive, do you understand! Luoyang paper is expensive!" Zheng Ren shouted from behind Zhang Kaiguang, and he went looking for it with him.

"What kind of paper is Luoyang paper?" Yue Yu, who had just walked to the back door, didn't understand, "Recycled bleached toilet paper?"

"Get out!" Zhang Kaiguang stretched out his arm and slapped him on the head, stretched out a hand shaking like Parkinson's, to appease the non-existent audience in front of him, "The stupid son at home is stupid in reading, everyone, don't mind, haha, It’s fate to come, so please join me!”

"..." Zhao Jiu looked back at them three times, "You guys can't be cured, go back and wait for death."

Yu Yi glanced back annoyed by the quarrel, and it really worked.

The three of them were laughing and joking at first, but when Yu Yi turned around, they all fell silent immediately.

Zheng Ren, who was standing at the front, showed his strength and his smile gradually froze. He looked at Yu Yi, and then looked back at Zhao Jiu.

"Fuck!" Zhang Kaiguang recognized Yu Yi, but he didn't scold him for being blind like last night. His eyes were wide open, and he asked Zheng Ren next to him in a low voice, "Did I see it wrong?"

"You read that right." Zheng Ren said seriously, "Our ninth brother's new tablemate."

"Get out." Zhao Jiu stretched out his leg and hooked it, and he closed the back door.

Just as Yu Yi lay down, a human face suddenly appeared by the window, so frightened that he almost stretched out his hand to go up.

"I'm fucking him!"

Zhao Jiu watched Zhang Kaiguang disappear by the window with a face full of panic, and there was nothing he could do except call him an idiot.

Yu Yi felt that there was something wrong with the attitude of these people.

Obviously, when I saw him yesterday, I was still filled with righteous indignation, as if I had misunderstood Brother Ninth's name as if I had a blood feud with him, but today, seeing him one by one was like seeing a ghost.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Jiu.

Zhao Jiuzheng had one foot hooked to the desk leg, and one foot in the air, lifting the front two feet of the chair and swinging back and forth. When he saw it, the two front stools landed on the ground with a loud snap.

"I heard that you were fighting with your classmates?" The voice rose slightly, with doubts.

No wonder.

It turned out that I knew this.

Yu Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at him, Zhao Jiu also looked at him with doubts.

"Yes." Yu Yi said.

Two minutes later, Teacher Xiao Xu who received the notice took three steps and one step, and the speed of going up the stairs was so fast that he was about to take off.

As soon as the back door of Class [-] was pushed open, a group of people gathered around the place where the trash cans were discharged, and inside the circle, two students huddled together on the ground.

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hug haha

Why do you want to block my feet - hand in these two words... what kind of posture is this