The scumbags of the professor's house

The third middle school’s monthly exam hit the provincial government for inspection, and the exam specification was immediately standardized. The seats were ranked from the first row to the back row, and the last 2 students had to go upstairs to the second ([-]) class of senior high school for the exam.Luston reluctantly moved forward with his schoolbag in his arms, but Su Cheng wanted to get out of the class and go upstairs with his things in his arms.

Seeing his deskmate take a long time to sit down in the first seat in the first row, Su Xiaoba suddenly felt that the seat under Luston's buttocks was shining brightly.

Oh, probably he was treated like this when he was in elementary school.

Cao Yu was also rolling with him. The English of the small radio was ridiculously poor last time. Yiqi Juechen dropped to 35. Now he hit Brother Cheng on the shoulder and let go of his bold ambitions, "Wait, the two of us Come back next time."

The return of the small radio is just around the corner.

Su Cheng? !

Those who have a good relationship are worried that after the exam, they will never see him again as a brother.

Su Cheng frowns and packs his desk pocket.

With four eyes with glasses as thick as beer bottles, he spoke earnestly at the table, and this time he did not call him Brother Lu, "Brother Cheng, draw more-or less, write as much as you can, buy-buy mention you Just writing a name will give you some points!"

"That's right! How confused are the multiple-choice questions in mathematics, physics and chemistry!" Lei Zi walked over to the eleventh seat and asked a few words, "Brother Cheng listens to the four-eyed man, and writes as soon as he can. If he can't choose all the multiple-choice questions, choose c!"

Small broadcast: "Can you choose all c to stay?"

"That's better than not writing at all." Class monitor Fan Kuankuan turned his head in the seat in front of Murray, "Brother Cheng, don't worry about taking the exam, just do your best. I've discussed it with a few girls. If it's really not possible, let's learn from the same class and form a joint name." Write a letter, don’t care about any method, just keep the person.”

Shi Tian and An Xin nodded like rattles.

"I've asked. Most of the students are willing to sign the joint name. Brother Cheng played so hard in the badminton game, and the teachers also have eyes. The third middle school emphasizes quality education all day long, so you can't just talk and do nothing." Mr. Fan, the squad leader, spoke with momentum .

"Brother Cheng! Come on!"

"come on!"

"Come on!"

The students in the class began to move their seats to prepare for the exam, but everyone who passed by Su Cheng patted the school bully on the shoulder to encourage him.To be honest, he is a transfer student, and he has only worked for a few days, so it is quite amazing to be able to get this popularity.Most of the people here, Su Cheng, were just familiar, and couldn't name them. The school bully didn't speak, just sat like that, and didn't refuse the students' shoulder-to-shoulder encouragement.

Touched is very moved, this kind of silly classmates that are unique to teenagers.

At the same time, Su Cheng also fully realized how solid his status as a scumbag was.

Once the vest is dropped, the lethality may be a bit strong.

"Listen! Brother Cheng, don't be stubborn! If you don't write a word, it's a matter of attitude!" Seeing that he was still in a daze at the moment, the fourth eye smashed his desk with the tip of a ballpoint pen , began to educate him.

"Cheng... An Xin lowered her head and didn't press his shoulders, probably because of a guilty conscience. The little girl blushed, but before she could say what she was holding back, the small broadcaster had already picked up Brother Cheng from his seat, "No problem, everyone. Brothers and sisters, don't worry, I will supervise Su Cheng, if you don't write the paper, I promise to slap him! "The little broadcaster held his head high.

who?

Su Cheng suspects that the vest of his scumbag has not been removed, and the vest of the first school bully will be picked off first? !

The human setting completely collapsed.

It's useless to say more, Su Cheng was holding his things and was about to leave. When he looked up, Luston waved to him from the first row, and shouted hypocritically: "Come on!"

The young master finally spoke?

Add your size.

Su Cheng was full of blood, and he led Cao Yu out of the gate of the second class with arrogance.

As soon as the few of them left in a row, the students in the class resumed their posture of preparing for the exam. The class was terribly quiet, except for a small group of people who were still watching Su Cheng's bustle.

"Tsk tsk, you are walking with a certain posture, I don't know if you will come back." The one who made the sound was Luo Jiasheng, who was laughing with a few brothers. Their master Huang Zhe was in the last 30. He went upstairs for the exam. Individuals are more unscrupulous.

"How do I get back 0 points?"

"Where did our class get the position of 0 points!"

There was no way to settle the badminton match. When Luston looked at them, he inadvertently squeezed his joints. As a result, he didn't know whether it was because he was too hard or the classroom was too quiet, and there were several loud noises of "bang bang bang" one after another. , causing the students to look at Luston.

Luo Jiasheng and the others were no exception. Coincidentally, Lu Xueba seldom paid them a few glances. They looked at each other, and they subconsciously broke out in a cold sweat.

Lu Xueba was in the number one position, looking at them coldly, with indescribable ferocity in his eyes. At this moment, the number one in the whole grade was faintly connected with the shadow of Xiaoba Su, fierce.

Very fierce.

Several people fell silent for a moment.

Luston didn't reward them with a single word, and turned around to wait for the exam papers.

The classrooms of Class [-] and Class [-] were frozen.

Su Cheng and the little broadcaster climbed upstairs, while Cao Yu was still babbling, "Brother Cheng, you should write a little... If you leave, our classmates will be sad... Especially An Xin!"

Su Cheng stretched out his hand to slap him.

"No, no, no! Brother Lu! Brother Lu must be the saddest!"

He's sad ass.

"Think about it, you two usually live and sit together, if you suddenly separate, brother Lu will be sad." The little broadcaster laughed.

Su Xiaoba used his eyes to warn a certain little trumpet that would bloom at any time.

The little trumpet ran away.

Su Xiaoba was so easy to be quiet, and just laying down on the last row of chairs in the class, the invigilator followed him in, "This classmate, the exam is over." The teacher couldn't help but remind him with disgust on his face while holding the paper.

Su Cheng raised his head. It was a male teacher he didn't know.

Anyone who knows him is not a dick, let alone someone who doesn't know him.

"Sit down." The male teacher reminded again, but Su Cheng was still unmoved. The male teacher turned his head and asked the students next to him, "Are you from Class 2, Grade [-]?"

"Yes." The boy answered correctly.

The male teacher couldn't help shaking his head and frowning, with the words on his face: There are still such students in the rocket class?If it weren't for the fear of delaying the invigilation, he obviously wanted to educate this classmate who seemed to have no bones when he went out.

The first exam was mathematics. The teachers of No. [-] Middle School were not human beings, and the questions they came up with were beyond the outline. There were not many questions in the entire paper.The small radio was racing against time, and when the last question was finished, it happened to close the paper, and it was full of thoughts that this was the end of it. The third middle school has always set the tone for the first exam. If it is easy, it is easy, and if it is difficult, it is difficult. What can he do?

Is it going to be nailed to the chair of the last thirty?

After thinking about it, fuck, the question is so difficult, what can Brother Cheng do? !

Looking back at the person he was worried about sleeping in the last row of corners, Cao Yu slapped his forehead, fuck!Everyone's painstaking efforts just now can be regarded as feeding the dog.

This master didn't write it again!

It's a pity that he didn't have time to get up and call someone, and the extra math papers were placed on his head again. Cao Yu could only fight hard first, saving himself first and then others.

The question is really fucking difficult, Song Ting is not a human being, he is an old fox.

No wonder she smiled like a spring breeze in the morning, waiting for them here together.

Cao Yu didn't finish the additional questions, and the last question of the last question was left blank. After a 10-minute intermission, he finally had a chance to shake Brother Cheng up.

When Su Cheng got up, his face was full of impatience.

The little broadcaster couldn't help sighing, "My brother, how did you fall asleep for the two difficult papers just now?"

"Is it difficult?" Su Cheng tried to hold up his eyelids.

Well, I didn't do it as expected, and I didn't even know the difficulty. The little broadcaster who was tortured to death felt a trace of envy in his heart.

"What's the next test?"

Gan!Do you still know about this? !

"English."

"Oh." Su Cheng lay down directly, feeling that as long as it wasn't for Chinese, he could still sleep for half a class.

The little broadcaster wanted to call someone, but gave up after hesitation. There is already a 0 point in this subject, so how can I chase after it?Let's count on Squad Leader Fan's joint name to keep people.

Director Jin personally invigilated the English test. The old director put his hands behind his back and held a thermos. Anyone who stopped in front of him would tremble. Fortunately, the English test was the same as Lu Ge said, and it was not too difficult. Finally, he returned from IELTS and TOEFL At the high school level, the little radio took a breath. As long as his English is stable, he will be stable in the top [-].

With plenty of time, he even checked it from the beginning to make sure he didn't have to change the classroom for the exam next time.

Thinking of this, Cao Yu suddenly felt a little heartache. If he didn't come down by himself, who would accompany Brother Cheng?

Director Jin collected the paper and received it from Cao Yu. He smiled and said to him, "Choose b for the eighteenth question? How many times have I taught this attributive clause in class? How dare you be wrong! Just wait for the class to tell it a hundred times."

Cao Yu's embarrassing elder said, "Mr. Jin, you should speak earlier."

Several guys around laughed.

"I thought the questions were easy, but wait, you'll cry when the results come out." The old director went out holding the paper with his head up and his chest up.

The little broadcaster howled when he got down on the ground, "Careless! How could old man Jin let us go?"

"He won't." The friends followed Quail and bowed their heads.

Huang Zhe, the school committee member, smiled not far from him, "There are quite a few small traps, so we need to be very careful."

The school committee is good at English, he said so, the little radio couldn't help but look up and scream, underestimating the enemy?Do you want to finish the calf?

Looking back, Su Cheng was still fucking sleeping.

Cao Yu wept bitterly: Did this guy become a thief last night?

After the English test is physics, Mie Mie's test style is slightly different from other teachers'. Her basic paper and competition paper are issued together, and the test takes a total of one and a half hours.

Brief summary: Concentration allows you to experience the pleasure of being unworthy of being a human being.

After all, Cao Yu belonged to the physics competition team. The first paper was done quickly, and the competition paper was quite difficult. There were three questions in total. Cao Yu glanced at them and found that they were not easy. It would take some time, but at his level , Xiaobroadcast is very confident that he can carry out dimensionality reduction strikes in this examination room.

Finishing early and handing in papers early, the cafeteria was crowded at noon, so he had to wake up Brother Cheng and fight his way out together.

Thinking of this, the little broadcaster clenched his pen cap tightly and struggled with the competition questions.

There was a rustle in the audience.

Suddenly, someone stood up and handed in the paper, breaking the tranquility.

Cao Yu looked up at his watch, 45 minutes, just halfway through the exam.

So he and all his comrades gave the same look: Fuck, hand in the paper? !Awesome!who!

The sun at noon was very hot. It passed through the glass windows of the classroom and shone on every student. The only one who handed in the papers had a plaster cast on his left hand and two papers in his right hand, blocking the bright sun above his head. It was very uncomfortable. Look patient.

Oh.

Su Cheng.

That's not awesome.

Hand in a blank paper.

The author has something to say: Su Cheng: Wait, you guys are so awesome, call Dad together!

Luston frowned: My name is also

The little curly hair smiled: I... called...