After I was reborn, I went to Tsinghua University

"Damn it!" It's still the toilet, it's still Zhou Ye, it's still him in the cubicle, while Gao Ming and Huang Bo are outside.

Gao Ming cursed and cursed, Huang Bo's tone implied that he was watching a joke, but he pretended to be concerned: "It's nothing to worry about, this is not a final exam, don't panic."

Gao Ming said anxiously: "It's so annoying. I will be yelled at by my mother again when I go back."

"It's only the first week, and the final exam will be coming soon when I go back next time, so I don't have to care about your grades this time." Huang Bo cheered him on.

When Gao Ming thought about it, it seemed to be the same reason.

Zhou Ye came out of the compartment, and the two had already left.

He hasn't seen Gao Ming's exam results this time.

After getting out of the toilet, I deliberately took a detour to look for the red list. Gao Ming's test score this time was the top [-] in the school.

Compared with the previous life, it is really a world of difference.

In his previous life, Gao Ming has been in the advanced class since he entered the advanced class for the first monthly exam. Although he did not rank in the top ten in the exam, he did not fall out of the top fifteen.

This time it is probably the butterfly effect.

Environment can really affect a person.

Those who can emerge from adversity are also talents.

It was not the first time that Zhou Ye lamented the cruelty of the No. [-] Middle School system.

"Hey, Meimei, I heard that there are drug addicts in our school." Fang Jiujiu is a bit like Wen Li's former tablemate, and he is always on the front line of eating melons.

As soon as Zhou Ye returned to the classroom and sat down, he saw her moving her chair and sitting next to Liu Meimei, gossiping with her.

Zhou Ye paused for a while when he mentioned drug use.

"Where did you hear that?"

"I just went to the toilet, and I heard those from the painting class talking."

Every high school and high school has a walking art test and a physical test, and No. [-] Middle School is no exception.

It's just that there are fewer people.

"No matter, go back and read quickly!" Liu Meimei put her arms around Fang Jiujiu's waist: "You've been playing so well recently, you've gained weight!"

Fang Jiujiu glared angrily: "Nonsense!" Then he stretched his hand over his waist, a little unbelievable: "It seems a little thicker than before?"

"Yes." Liu Meimei let go of her, very calm.

Fang Jiujiu gave her an aggrieved look, moved the chair back, and began to study.

Zhou Ye can see that Fang Jiujiu is also a talented player in studies, and she is the favorite in the advanced class. I heard that she is still writing novels, which are published on the Internet. Zhou Ye doesn't understand much, but it is said that The grades are not bad.

There is really no comparison between people, just focus on yourself and work hard to improve yourself.

After the morning exercises the next day, the principal left behind all the teachers and students in the school, and invited the chief of the county public security bureau to give a lecture on the dangers of drugs.

Although it is not clear whether there are people taking drugs in the school, students with more active minds can think about it.

Just like Fang Jiujiu, when he listened to this lecture, his eyes could not stop wandering around Zhou Ye, Wen Li and Wu Jie.

Although it has been a long time, but now think about it, these three are good students, what are they doing to fight.

Gao Ming's eyes kept falling on Sun Lin.

Fortunately, everyone doesn't gossip, as long as you don't involve yourself, there is nothing more important than learning.

The principal was right, the final exam was coming soon, and Zhou Ye had to make sure that he was among the top [-] in the county.

Normally, the county's ranking is not ranked in the exam, and Zhou Ye doesn't know how much his own score can rank.

But I think it will not be lower than the ranking of the high school entrance examination results.

But that doesn't make him relax.

Although No. [-] Middle School often competes with No. [-] Middle School, there are other middle schools in the county, not to mention No. [-] Middle School, which has poor teachers and students, but there are also Sankou Middle School in the township, Xingfeng Middle School, and private aristocrats that people ridicule School - close to high school.

The students of these schools are not as good as the No. [-] Middle School, but they are similar to the No. [-] Middle School. It’s just that in the eyes of the common people, the No. [-], No. [-] Middle School in the county is more formal, and the No. [-] Middle School has a little bit of the “No. [-] Middle School”. Like Sankou Middle School and Xingfeng Middle School, the scale is not as large as Yizhong Middle School, but the annual admission rate is also frighteningly high.

As for proxies, there are mixed reviews.Because it is private, the first thing private schools face is high tuition fees.

In this small county, the optical fee for one semester is only [-] yuan, not counting living expenses.

But the service and teachers of other schools are really good.

English teachers are all foreign teachers. Starting from their current year, the teaching mode of the whole school has been reformed, using multimedia to teach, which is different from their teachers who use powerpoint to lecture. There are two long tables in each classroom, and a tablet is placed on each seat. The computer, the teacher is in class, and the students directly look at the tablet.

For some mathematical logic problems, interaction will also be designed, allowing students to draw on the tablet by themselves to observe the mathematical graphical model.

It plays a very important role in guiding students' interest.

All subjects adopt this form. If the teacher is more strict, as long as the students' interest is raised, it is very easy for the school to issue grades.

Zhou Ye remembered that there were a lot of people in the first line of their class in Jinshun Middle School.

So there were many dark horses chasing after him, Zhou Ye really didn't dare to take it lightly.

When eating that night, Wen Li went back to eat, and hadn't had dinner with them for several days.

When the class bell rang in the evening, Wen Li hadn't come yet.

Zhou Ye glanced over his seat, a little worried.

One minute later, the English teacher came in, stood on the podium with a thin body, glanced around, and asked, "Where's Wen Li?"

"I don't know." The group of people below shook their heads.

The English teacher frowned slightly, raised his chin to signal Zhou Ye: "You don't know either?"

Zhou Ye shook his head.

The English teacher took out his mobile phone and called Teacher Jiang: "You read the book first, I will ask."

"it is good."

After a while, the English teacher came back: "Okay, students, turn the book to UNIT7, and learn the words by yourself first."

Zhou Ye glanced at the teacher, then glanced at Wen Li's seat again, no one cared where Wen Li went.

But he didn't come back until the evening self-study began.

When the evening self-study was over, Wen Li was still not there.

Zhou Ye was a little flustered, and grabbed Jiang Shi who was about to evacuate after class: "Mr Jiang, where is Wen Li?"

"Oh, he asked for leave. There is something at home today."

"Oh." Zhou Ye was blocked in his heart.

Early the next morning when morning exercises were held, Master Jiang came over suddenly and called him out: "Do you want to go to the hospital? Wen Li is hospitalized."

"Um?!!!"

Wen Li was hospitalized, at 3-7 on the third floor of the inpatient department of the People's Hospital.

Just like their dormitory number.

Zhou Ye followed Master Jiang out of school and took a car all the way to the People's Hospital.

On the way, Master Jiang went to buy some breakfast, which was quite a lot, but Zhou Ye didn't pay attention.

When he got to the hospital, he found that there were already three people standing in the ward, his father, his mother, and an aunt he didn't know.

His mother came over to hold his hand, and carefully led him to Wen Li's bedside: "He's not awake yet."

Tears flowed down, and Zhou Ye choked up: "What's wrong with him?"

"It's okay." The aunt she didn't know spoke Mandarin: "Master is asleep." Seeing Zhou Ye's Wen Li's dying appearance, she hurriedly comforted her.

Zhou Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Jiang said: "He was hit by a motorbike on his way back to school yesterday. It was Wang Sheng's parents."

Zhou Ye's mind was still a little confused, and he thought for a while before he remembered who Wang Sheng was.

That's it, drug addicts.