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In the afternoon of July, math class.

The air was stuffy, the teacher's chattering voice was hypnotic, and Jiang He was drowsy with his cheeks on his hands.

Since she was half asleep and half awake, there had been a strange rustling sound in her ears.

Jiang He barely raised his eyelids to look, and asked his deskmate: "Yan Xia, what did you write?"

Yan Xia was holding a pencil, with a piece of draft paper under her elbow.She replied without raising her head, "Nothing."

Jiang He narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "You seem weird today."

Yan Xia's pen tip paused: "You think too much."

She looked no different than usual, her thin and pale body was wrapped in a red and white school uniform, thick bangs covered her eyebrows, and a pair of rustic black-rimmed glasses hung on her slender nose, making her look dull and weak .

Jiang He took a closer look, and caught off guard, reached out and pressed her draft paper: "Let me take a look."

Yan Xia's reaction was faster than hers, and her elbow fell suddenly, precisely pressing on the back of Jiang He's hand.

Jiang He suddenly took a deep breath, and his drowsiness completely dissipated.

Yan Xia stared at her blankly.

The back of the hand was crushed to death by the elbow, and the pain spread sharply.Jiang He twitched a few times but failed to draw it out. He hissed and gritted his teeth: "Take your hand away!"

Yan Xia seemed to have just reacted when she heard the words, her lips pursed, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I'm sorry, you scared me just now." She quickly let go of her elbows and lowered her head uneasily.

Jiang He withdrew his hand and looked, the back of his hand was red and sore.

Her face suddenly sank.

When did Yan Xia's strength become so strong?Just now I pulled my hand out forcefully, but I was suppressed and remained motionless.

Obviously a weak Omega...

Jiang He was unwilling, and his tone became aggressive: "Why won't you let me see it?"

Yan Xia raised his head, his bright black eyes looked clean through the glass lens: "Because it's not something important."

Jiang He stared at her: "It's not important? Then what are you doing without telling me?"

No matter what she asked Yan Xia for before, she never resisted.

She didn't want to lose face, so she restrained her irritability, lowered her voice as usual, and said in a bewitching tone, "Xiao Xia, aren't we friends?"

Yan Xia looked at her, pursed her lips and remained silent.

Seeing that her expression was slightly relaxed, Jiang He felt complacent, and suddenly a sharp voice fell from the top of the two of them: "Jiang He, what are you talking about secretly? Why don't you come up and explain it to me?"

Everyone looked at him, Jiang He's face turned pale, and he stood up reflexively.

On the podium, Teacher Zhang was looking at her coldly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, their eyes pierced like sharp knives, lingering on her nerves.Jiang He was suddenly shy, and the back of his hands felt numb, as if reminding her of what she had just suffered.

Jiang He's mind was blank, and he subconsciously said: "I didn't mean it, it was Yan Xia who wanted to talk to me just now."

As soon as the voice fell, several whistles came from around.

A few people in the front row turned their heads and mouthed towards the rear with mocking expressions: It's a good show!

Class F of the second year of senior high school is notoriously the last class of the crane. According to other classes, this class contains some "wrong melons and cracked dates" with unhealthy minds. The rich second generation stuffed in to dawdle... There are all kinds of things, all kinds of strange things.Therefore, the learning atmosphere in the class is extremely poor, and the exam rankings are hovering in the lower reaches all the year round.

The teacher who teaches mathematics is Zhang Ying. He graduated from a normal school in recent years. He is young and has low qualifications, but he likes to show off. He always wears colored glasses and is very partial to students with better grades.

Jiang He usually performs well and has a good attitude towards learning.But Yan Xia was different. Her grades in each subject were lowest every ten thousand years. No matter how she took the test, she always had a place in the bottom five of her grade.

If it were someone else, Zhang Ying might be skeptical, but Yan Xia's situation is too special, few teachers would have a good face when they see her.

Anyway, in Zhang Ying's eyes, students with poor grades always have little human rights.

Sure enough, Teacher Zhang looked at Yan Xia, and scolded Yan Xia, "What are you talking about pulling Jiang He? You don't want to learn, and don't disturb other students in class!"

Amid snickering, Yan Xia slowly stood up.

Perhaps because she was not used to being noticed by everyone, her cheeks flushed quickly, her slender fingertips clenched her sleeves tightly, and her knuckles turned white.

Under Zhang Ying's glaring gaze, Yan Xia took a deep breath, and replied softly but firmly: "Yes, it was Jiang He who told me first."

Jiang He's fingers clenched into fists.

She glared at Yan Xia threateningly, Yan Xia trembled, without turning her head, her thin figure stood upright as much as possible.

She has seen a lot of reasons that the poor students gave herself. Zhang Ying sneered, too lazy to talk nonsense: "Okay, I don't care if you said it or not."

"Since you have such a strong desire to express yourself, then come up and solve this problem." She deliberately paused for a moment, "If you can't do it, get out of the classroom!"

Seeing this, the drowsy students in the audience woke up a little bit, each with a mentality of gloating and hurting others, and dozens of pairs of eyes fell on Yan Xia.

There are mixed flavors, gloating, pity, indifference, everything that one expects to find.

Under the eyes of everyone, Yan Xia didn't make any further excuses. She lowered her head and put the draft paper in her notebook, picked up the notebook and walked up to the podium with small steps.

She stopped in front of the blackboard, her back was very thin, and her complexion became pale when she was not in good health. Standing there was like a piece of white paper that could be toppled by the wind, extremely weak.Coupled with the usual poor posture, I always like to shrink my body and hunched my back. When I look at it, I feel a cowardly feeling of shrinking, which is annoying.

Yan Xia raised his head and looked carefully at the topics on the blackboard.She is short, and the writing is too high, so she is a little tired when looking at the high part of the blackboard from a close distance.

Zhang Ying with her hips akimbo stood aside with a sullen face.

This function question is not easy, and she knows that it is impossible to solve it with Yan Xia's performance.The reason why Yan Xia came up was to enliven the atmosphere in the class, to clear the students of sleepiness, and to make an example to others.

Waiting quietly for a few seconds, Yan Xia was still reading the questions, and the audience couldn't wait to see him get embarrassed, someone shouted: "If you don't know how to do it, come down, don't waste everyone's time in class!"

Immediately, there was a roar of laughter.

Most people don't like Yan Xia.

Unremarkable, poor grades, cowardly personality, low sense of existence... still an Omega.

That leaves the advantage of having money at home.

Jiang He raised the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, and smiled sarcastically.

Zhang Ying didn't stop her, and said impatiently to Yan Xia: "If you don't know how to do it, do it..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xia reached out and picked out a piece of chalk from the groove.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the audience was shrouded in a weird silence, except for the sound of chalk scraping the blackboard when writing.

In less than a minute, Xiujuan's chalk characters were neatly arranged under the title.

Looking at the neat lines of writing on the blackboard, Zhang Ying's expression changed again and again.

Yan Xia pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of her nose, and said timidly, "Teacher, is there something wrong with what I did?"

Zhang Ying looked ugly, and read it carefully several times, but couldn't find any mistakes.

She coughed lightly in embarrassment, and waved her hand: "... well done, you can go back."

Yan Xia nodded, wiped off the chalk dust from his hands, and returned to his seat.

what happened? !

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, all of them could see the astonishment in each other's eyes, several eyes finally fell on Yan Xia at the same time, looking at her probingly.

Yan Xia seemed unaccustomed to attracting attention, shrinking her body like a frightened hedgehog, her eyes dodging.

At the same time, a crisp mechanical voice came from her ear: "Ding dong! Positive points +20."

Yan Xia twisted her sore neck, picked up the automatic pencil on the table, her fingers danced, and unconsciously twirled a beautiful pen.

"Only +20? Is it too little?" Sweeping Cai's timidity away, she asked lazily in her mind, "System, didn't you say that there is a double welfare week for newcomers? That's it? No Will it?"

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