Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

The days just go forward day by day.

The sun was shining outside.

In this scorching sun, they really became the oldest students of Nansong.

Chen Putao was lying on the table, sleeping lightly with his eyes closed, the sun was shining on his side face, the light was shining through, and the light fluff reflected a layer of gold.

Since returning from the police station, Chen Putao has not mentioned Zhang Donghai once.

Like throwing a stone into a lake, one's heart trembled violently at the moment of knowing that the other party was in prison, but soon, calmness was restored again, and not even the slowest ripple was left.

Zhang Donghai finally got his retribution, and what he should do is to move on.

High school (7) class.

The bell rang for the end of self-study in middle school.

"get out of class has ended?"

Chen Putao was a little sleepy, and when he looked up, his eyes were confused. He rubbed his eyes, and there were faint red marks on the side of his face.

"Ah."

On the contrary, Ji Yichuan seemed to be more energetic. He took out a bottle of water from the drawer, unscrewed it naturally, and handed it to Chen Putao, "Drink first and wake up. The first class in the afternoon is mathematics."

Chen Putao was stunned for several seconds, then took the water slowly, took a sip of cold water, and he finally woke up.

He casually pushed the "May Three" that he was pressing down while sleeping to Ji Yichuan.

Now, Ji Yichuan is used to Chen Putao's sudden behavior of pushing homework. He skillfully took out a red pen without raising his head, and opened it, "How many pages?"

"On the latest two pages, and the two questions about numbers, can you help me see my writing process?"

Obviously Wusan's answer was pressed at the bottom of the table by myself, but I always asked Ji Yichuan to help, and as the number of times increased, Chen Putao would occasionally feel a sense of guilt for being too troublesome.

But this kind of idea was quickly noticed, and was killed in the infancy by Ji Yichuan's initiative to ask for Ying.

Chen Putao glanced at Ji Yichuan. When Ji Yichuan watched his homework, he would show a look that rarely appeared on weekdays. His eyes were drooping, and he looked casual from a distance, but in fact he was frowning, full of seriousness.

Chen Putao couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, he turned his head quietly, a little sweetness oozing from his heart.

"Ji Yichuan! Chen Putao!"

There was a sudden shout from the door, Ji Yichuan frowned and looked at it, Wang Zhong seemed to have got some great happy event, and strode towards the two with a blushing face.

Before opening his mouth to ask, Wang Zhong opened his mouth excitedly.

"Ji Yichuan, Chen Putao, you two have got your grades!"

His voice was not low, and it exploded in the lifeless class like a thunderbolt on the ground.

"The results are finally out? I don't know how Ji Yichuan and Chen Putao did in the exam?"

"I don't even need to think about it? Didn't you see the happy face of the teacher in charge? Ji Shen must be the first prize, it's safe. I just don't know how Chen Putao did in the exam?"

Chen Putao looked up at Wang Zhong, her heart suddenly raised, and then she swallowed slowly.

"Mr. Wang, how did we do in the exam?"

Wang Zhong laughed briefly twice, the laughter passed through Chen Putao's ears and landed on his heart, itching.

"Ji Yichuan played steadily and won the first prize," Wang Zhong said slowly, "and the whole school of the Rising Star Cup only gave out one first prize. Guess who this person is?"

Wang Zhong also deliberately left a suspense.

But after saying this, Chen Putao knew it in his heart.

He wanted to stand up, but Ji Yichuan grabbed his wrist and pulled it down again. Ji Yichuan sat on the side, raised his head, and there was a certainty hidden in his slow expression: "It's Chen Putao."

Chen Putao subconsciously looked at Ji Yichuan, but he was looking at a pair of smiling eyes.

"That's right," Wang Zhong was so excited that he raised his mustache, "Both of you are first prizes!"

"Nan Song finally won the first prize of the Rising Star Cup! I never thought that I would be able to teach the first prize of the Rising Star Cup before I retire!"

Nansong has always placed more emphasis on science than literature. Wang Zhong has been teaching here for more than 20 years, and has also brought the Rising Star Cup for nearly ten years. He finally won the first prize when he was about to retire.

At this time, Wang Zhong looked at Chen Putao with satisfaction and pride in his eyes. He took a step forward and put his palm on Chen Putao's shoulder, but he couldn't utter any more words.

The fact that Nansong had two first prizes this time quickly spread throughout the school.

In the small store by the school gate, Chen Putao was bending over to get two bottles of soft drinks under the cabinet, but someone pushed his knee lightly behind him, he staggered two steps, turned his head and saw Gao Shang with a smirk on his face.

"What is this for?"

Chen Putao was not angry either, and casually threw the bottle of watermelon-flavored soda over, "Here."

"Thank you bro, I'll bring a bottle for Cheng Zan along the way." Gao Shang got a bottle of soda for nothing, and his words were a little sweet.

"What's the last multiple-choice question in math this morning? Is it D?"

Chen Putao took two bottles of soda again, stood up, "I have done similar problems, choose C."

Gao Shang clicked his tongue without being upset, and put his arm on Chen Putao's shoulder naturally, "I heard that Brother Ji won the first prize in mathematics, and this half of his foot can be regarded as stepping into Qingbei."

Chen Putao's expression did not change. He paid for four bottles of soda and walked out of the small shop. The temperature has risen in recent days, and the sun is warm, which makes people feel warm physically and mentally.

"Didn't I also win the first prize? If you want to go to Qingbei, you only need to pass one line."

"I'm envious, I'm jealous, I still remember your stinky grades when you first entered the sophomore year of high school. I didn't expect you to be completely reborn after more than a year."

Gao Shang said it casually at the beginning, but at the end he also faintly admired it.

"Brother, you will definitely be able to go to Qingbei." Gao Shang's eyes flickered and he said firmly.

"That's not of course."

"By the way, where's your guy? Have you been inseparable? Why didn't you see him today?"

"He was called to the office by Teacher Wang. I heard that he was arranged by the school to speak under the national flag next Monday."

Gao Shang pouted, inexplicably looking a little funny, "It must be about sharing experience again, it's not very interesting."

Chen Putao nodded, expressing that she agreed with his statement.

In the class, it was the break, and Ji Yichuan hadn't come back yet, and the 132-day countdown to the college entrance examination written in red chalk in front of him was naked/nakedly occupying the top of the blackboard.

From the stack of books in front of him, he took out the math test paper that he just took yesterday, on which were densely written the steps of the process written by Ji Yichuan.

Nowadays, the recognized idler in class 7 of senior high school is Ji Yichuan, because he won the first prize in the national mathematics competition, Qingbei is naturally a certainty, and the whole person is more casual than the previous laziness.

But Yong Gaoshang thinks that the person who said something is purely blind, because his family members have to take the college entrance examination, Ji Ge is obviously more diligent than before.

"Chen Putao, show me the chemical equation that Brother Ji helped you sort out last week. Tonight, the chemistry teacher said to write it silently!"

"Look at me, don't forget to give me a look too." Cheng Zan, who was drinking soda with his head upside down, followed up.

Under the oppression of Ji Yichuan during this period of time, the two of them gradually understood Ji Yichuan's painstaking efforts, and gradually, they were able to taste a bit of sweetness from the depressing study.

But Cheng Zan and Gao Shang did not dare to tell the truth, they only thought that they were hallucinating because they were too tired from studying.

"When I finish the college entrance examination, I must throw these test papers downstairs with the table."

Class 7 ([-]) of senior high school was on the first floor, and the others just thought Gao Shang said something nonsense and didn't want to talk to him.

Just as Gao Shang was impassionedly describing his wonderful life half a year later, Ji Yichuan came back from Wang Zhong's office.

"What do you plan to talk about under the national flag next week? The study schedule for contemporary outstanding high school students? Or how to comfortably spend the last 132 days of the third year of high school?"

Chen Putao looked at her 165 math test paper and was in a good mood, teasing Ji Yichuan was also a set.

"You have a good idea. As an excellent student of Nansong, I am obliged to share my happy life in the last few months, so that students who live in dire straits can feel so relieved from me."

"The last 132 days, describe my wonderful life."