Nemesis clings to me after amnesia

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All the students in the class looked at him with colorful eyes.

Qian Taboo realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly covered his mouth and slammed his face on the table.

I'm sorry, he couldn't control his voice for a while, he's guilty!

Yu Wei was shocked, and immediately put down his hands and raised his head to look at the opposite side. Wen Bieyan happened to look at him too, his eyes were so pale that there was no extra emotion in them, he only stayed for a moment and then quickly turned away, completely ignoring him .

Just fucking upset.

Why does this poor kid keep throwing faces at him anytime and anywhere?

And he was just curious, the smell is so weak that he can't tell what it is, okay?

Grinding his teeth, he kicked this big-mouthed Qian Bao on his calf, and it was all his fault for this cheating bastard!

The atmosphere was a little delicate, Du Sisi shrank her neck, looked at Yu Wei, and then at Wen Bieyan, her eyes were flickering quietly, hesitating whether to say something, and Wen Bieyan asked in a cold voice Her: "Are there any other questions?"

Du Sisi was taken aback for a moment, and silently glanced at the blue veins on the back of the hand holding the pen that suddenly became obvious. She quickly tried to press down the corners of her lips, shook her head knowingly, quickly retracted the exercise book and turned to sit upright.

Silence is golden, silence is golden.

Wen Bieyan made up his mind to ignore Yu Wei, no matter what he said, he would just treat him as farting.

He bowed his head and continued to flip through the wrong question collection to copy the latest wrong question types. Just as he picked up the pen, Yu Wei suddenly cleared his throat and said confidently: "Fart, who said I was smelling, my nose hairs are knotted, Can't you make it right?"

Wen Bieyan pressed a pen on the notebook hard, feeling her temples twitch uncontrollably.

Qian Yin, the chief culprit, was dumbfounded. After holding it in for a long time, he still couldn't help it: "No, you need to sniff to smooth your nose hair?"

"itch!"

"Then why use the little finger?"

"...My nostrils are small?!"

"Yu Wei! Qian Yin!" With Lao Wang's bang, a rag full of chalk dust was thrown over forcefully: "You two think I'm a tumbler, right? Get out together!"

"No posing, no chatting, no watching football! Otherwise, after school in the afternoon, I will go to the office to do Golden Rooster Independent for two hours!"

He was expelled twice in one class, and there was no one left.

Yu Wei dodged the rag with agility, pulled the money bag and dragged his collar outside with a cry of "De Ling", and when he slipped out, he didn't forget to lift his paws for the old friend next door:

Brother, I'm back!

This time I brought a companion, which is awesome!

***

A morning of war and chaos made Yu Wei's impression of not being rich in Wen Bieyan's mind even worse.

But he has no time to think about it now, because compared to this, he has a bigger "enemy" to face.

Huaiqing No. [-] Middle School has a habit of taking a preliminary test on Thursday and Friday of the second week after the start of each new semester.

In fact, this basic test also has two aliases that are more widely spread. The teachers kindly call it the start-of-term test, while the students hate it and call it the start-of-term test.

Of course, this "people" does not include Wen Bieyan, the god of learning who has never fallen out of the top three in the grade, but specifically refers to the group of poor crane tails in the middle and lower reaches of each class, and the group headed by Yu Wei who is seriously biased. All the "lame" classmates.

For them, sitting in the examination room for two hours, facing a test paper that is impossible to write, after one subject, is tortured both physically and mentally, and half their lives are almost lost.

In particular, Yu Wei's partiality is still very special.

Apart from mathematics, passing the passing mark in other subjects is all about luck, especially Chinese. The average composition score has never exceeded [-] points. It is more difficult to hold back a sentence than to swallow a catty of carrots mixed with coriander.

In short, the number of times Yu Wei got full marks in mathematics is directly proportional to the number of times he got subsistence allowances for composition.

Fortunately, Old Chen has a good temper. If he was half as angry as Old Wang, he would probably have had a heart attack [-] times earlier.

Speaking of this, Yu Wei was actually quite ashamed and embarrassed, so every time he entered the examination room, he secretly made up his mind that he would do well in the examination this time, at least pass the exam, making it too embarrassing for the general manager to separate.

It's a pity that he can't decide whether to pass the exam or not. There are too many external objective and uncontrollable factors that can affect his performance.

Such as falling asleep and forgetting ancient poems, such as raining during the exam and getting sleepy, such as the brain circuit of the teacher who gave the question conflicted with him, such as...

For example, the test number of the annoying ghost is just in front of him!

Yes, he and Wen Bieyan have a constant relationship, and they can bump into each other even in different examination rooms.

It was only after Wen Bieyan arrived that he discovered that the seats in the examination room were arranged according to the initials of the surnames. He and Yu Wei became the front and rear tables again, just like in the classroom, he was in front and Yu Wei was behind.

Almost everyone in the classroom is present, and there are still more than ten minutes before the start of the exam. Many people are chatting with familiar people.

They were the only two students in class three in this examination room, and they happened to sit together, but they turned out to be strangers than strangers.

It’s okay for Wen Bieyan, after all, he is introverted and doesn’t like to talk. What’s rare is that Yu Wei, a monkey who can’t sit still, would rather lie on the table and memorize the string of fourteen-digit examination numbers than Talk to him at the front desk.

The posture of never getting in touch with each other is very clever.

Fortunately, the boring time did not last too long. The exam bell rang, and when the teacher walked into the classroom with a sealed bag, the students also put the review materials on the podium one after another, and returned to their seats to prepare for the exam.

Wen Bieyan had never been in the same exam room as Yu Wei, so he thought that according to his temperament, nothing good would happen, but he didn't expect that more than half of the two days passed, and after several subjects were tested, the process went smoothly unexpectedly.

Yu Wei is much more peaceful than he imagined.

Aside from playing the pen cap, Ai straightened her long legs and kicking his chair, Ai laying on the table and talking to herself, these small movements that are common in the classroom, there is no other demonic behavior.

Wen Bieyan felt a little sorry for speculating on his behavior with the worst malice, and his impression of Yu Wei was better, a little bit.

It's a pity that this change didn't last long. Not long after the last Chinese test started, it collapsed.

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Five minutes into the exam, Yu Wei scrupulously kneaded the small ball of paper and began drawing answers.

It's very annoying, and I have to persistently recite the ridiculously naive card drawing formulas word for word while drawing.

Wen Bieyan, who was trying to concentrate, finally finished the last multiple-choice question when he read the fifth time "After ordering soldiers and generals riding horses to fight".

I thought this outrageous part of relying on God to choose the answer had come to an end, but who knew that this guy would go back to the first question and start throwing again, in the name of two wins out of three to increase the accuracy rate.

The rigor of the unnecessary move is admirable.

Wen Bieyan took a deep breath, focused on doing her own thing, and tried not to let herself be influenced by him.

Half an hour after the exam started, Wen Bieyan went all the way to write ancient poems silently, unexpectedly, the dice thrower behind him also caught up.

Yu Wei has a bad habit that can't be changed. He especially likes to mutter when he's thinking or when he's having a headache.

Wen Farewell, who was his front desk, was once again deeply poisoned.

After a lot of effort, he filled in the correct answer from "Red Crisp Hands, Yellow Vine Wine, Two Orioles and Green Willows", rubbed his aching temples, and was about to look at the next one——

"Ten years of life and death... cure kidney deficiency, no sugar? Hiss, no, what's going on?"

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"Saint Warrior, Monkey King?...It's not right, it's not as good as Pleasant Goat Big Big Wolf..."

"......"

Wen Bieyan gritted his molars, and suddenly had the urge to twist the draft paper and stuff it into his mouth.

This man is not out of his mind, he has no brains at all!

Time ran forward non-stop, and finally halfway through the start of the exam, the mumbling beep behind him quieted down, and his ears were quiet.

Wen Bieyan heaved a sigh of relief.

Just when he thought he could finally concentrate on doing the questions without being disturbed for the next time, something suddenly hit the stool.

Wen Bieyan subconsciously moved his foot back a little, accidentally stepped on something, and before he could take a closer look, he heard a rapid gasp from under the back table.

The thing he was stepping on pulled back violently before he raised his foot, and made a crisp sound when it hit the table, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet classroom.

The invigilator's attention was attracted.

His eyes swept over the empty seat behind Wen Faye Banquet, and his face sank: "What's the matter with that seat? Where's the person?"

Candidates in a classroom all turned their heads to look, and saw a hand stretched out from under the table and shook it vigorously, indicating that he was still there, then grasped the table with five fingers, and then another...

When Yu Wei popped out and sat down properly, the invigilator's face turned black.

From the corner of Wen Bieyan's eyes, he caught sight of him rubbing the back of his hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

...what the hell, why did his hands get under his desk?

"What's the matter with you?!" the invigilator said sharply.

Yu Wei raised his pen innocently: "I lost 2b."

"If you drop it and pick it up, why are you howling?"

Yu Wei didn't even type the draft, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "It fell too far and couldn't reach it, so I just wanted to ask it to come over so I can pick it up."

"...puff!"

In the quiet examination room, someone couldn't help laughing out loud, but stopped it immediately, buried his head in the test paper and pretended that it wasn't him who just made the sound.

"I think you are like a 2b!" The teacher knocked on the desk and glared at him: "Hurry up and do the questions for me, don't make any more noise! ​​And you, all seriously do your own thing, what are you watching?!"

This teacher was notoriously strict in the grade, and the other candidates were afraid of hurting Chi Yu, so they shrank their necks and turned back quickly.

Before Wen Bieyan turned back, he received a particularly "friendly" smile from Yu Wei grinning at him. He raised his eyelids and looked back indifferently.

Ignoring is the best way to deal with late ADHD.

As the bell rang, the exam ended quickly. All candidates put down their pens and stopped answering, and sat in their original positions to wait for the teacher to finish and collect the test papers.

The invigilator finished collecting the first row, and was about to take it backwards from the second row, but when he stood diagonally behind Wen Bieyan, there was suddenly no movement.

Most of the students didn't hand in their papers, and they were idly chasing after the teacher's figure, and saw him staring at the test paper in his hand with complicated expressions for a long time, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably, and his expression was extremely indescribable.

The owner of the test paper is lying on the table with his arms bent, sleeping soundly, with a strand of hair that he scratched up on the back of his head, and the school uniform jacket is loosely worn on his body. The skin is whiter.