My Star [Campus]

On Friday night, Lao Wang took Yan Feicheng to the experimental middle school math competition class.

Lao Wang rode his little e-Donkey and chatted with Yan Feicheng who was sitting in the back seat, "You just learned from the experiment, right? Why do you want to transfer schools all of a sudden?"

Also transferred to Sixth Middle School.

Lao Wang naturally knew the level of No. [-] Middle School, so it seemed to him that Yan Feicheng's transfer was a bit baffling.

In fact, the entire No. [-] Middle School leadership was ignorant of Yan Feicheng's request to transfer to Class No. [-].

Yan Feicheng was sitting in the back seat eating the hamburger Lao Wang bought for him for dinner, and said with a smile, "Teacher, guess."

Old Wang laughed, "Is your girlfriend here?"

Yan Feicheng's smile deepened, "Look where I got my girlfriend, I'm so obedient, I can't extricate myself from studying every day."

Old Wang snorted, "Let me tell you, don't put your mind on dating when you are young. It's not too late to talk after you graduate from high school. You can also go on a happy summer vacation with a good university entrance exam."

Yan Feicheng touched his nose guiltily, not in the mood to answer.

He still really wanted to have a puppy love with Li Xingyu.

Talking all the way, Lao Wang's battery car stopped at the gate of the Experimental Middle School with a screeching sound.

Yan Feicheng followed Lao Wang to meet the teacher Lin who was said to be in charge of the math competition class waiting in the guard room.

Unfortunately, he is still an acquaintance.

Teacher Lin looked at him and sneered, "Yo, Yan Feicheng, long time no see."

Yan Feicheng showed a smile with eight big white teeth, "Yes, it's been a long time, Teacher Lin."

Old Wang was curious, "You two know each other?"

Teacher Lin's face was very stinky, "I taught his mathematics in the first year of high school, and I talked to him several times and asked him to participate in the mathematics competition."

The result is naturally obvious, and Yan Feicheng firmly expressed his refusal to participate after persuading him several times.

When Yan Feicheng transferred, Mr. Lin was still reflecting on himself, whether it was annoying to find someone too frequently, so he transferred directly willfully.

Fortunately, he still felt a little guilty, but it turned out!

Yan Feicheng, this bastard, has only been in the sixth middle school for a month, and he has come to the math competition class obediently!

Yan Feicheng also knew he was wrong, so he could only laugh.

Hearing what Mr. Lin said, Lao Wang stroked his round belly and said with a smile, "Oh, Mr. Lin, you can't blame the students. You can only say that you didn't use the right method. You see, other students transferred to us. Didn't the sixth middle school be moved by the harmonious and friendly atmosphere of the sixth middle school, and under my earnest teaching, asked to participate in the math competition."

Teacher Lin's face turned dark.

Yan Feicheng suddenly understood why some people were beaten for their mouths.

If it weren't for Lao Wang being a middle-aged and overweight old teacher, Teacher Lin would probably be able to beat him up.

Hearing what this said, the hatred value was fully filled in an instant.

only……

Lao Wang, if you say a few more words, I'm afraid that I will be put on small shoes by him in the competition class!

Fortunately, Teacher Lin is still a very responsible teacher, so he sent Lao Wang to sit in his office, and took Yan Feicheng to the lecture theater.

"Mr. Lin, what time does the competition class last?" Yan Feicheng asked.

Teacher Lin sneered, "Why, you want to go back just now?"

Although his tone was bad, he still said responsibly, "There will be two classes in the evening, one for the test and one for the explanation, and you can ask questions by yourself during the break. At least it will last until 09:30, and it is not ruled out that the teacher will delay the class. "

Yan Feicheng scratched his hair, "Then if I wait until ten o'clock, the door to the dormitory will be closed when I go back."

Teacher Lin said, "Aren't you very good at climbing over walls? It's too late, you sleep here, your classmate, Ji Mingrui, is also in the math competition class, you just need to squeeze with him."

Squeeze with that perfectionist with severe cleanliness obsessive-compulsive disorder, and if Ji Mingrui can agree with him, he jumps off the roof.

Besides, if he slept with Ji Mingrui, Cheng Tong could chop him up the next day.

Yan Feicheng thought endlessly, and the auditorium has also arrived.

There are already about twenty students sitting inside.

Teacher Lin led Yan Feicheng in, and the students who were studying by themselves looked up one after another.

When they saw the whole picture of the person behind Mr. Lin, many people's eyes widened in shock.

Especially Ji Mingrui, who was sitting in the first row, had always looked indifferent. He was said to be able to keep his face in front of the landslide, and he rarely showed an expression of disbelief.

Yan Feicheng is still very famous in the experimental middle school. He is handsome and fierce. He is handsome when he plays basketball, and he is scary when he hits the teacher. At least two-thirds of the students know him, and the rest don't know him. One-third was also reminded by friends around him, and hurriedly lowered his head for fear that the boss would beat him up if he was in a bad mood.

It's just that they are in the competition class of the third year of high school. It's fine that there is a high school sophomore Ji Mingrui who is very good at studying. Why did Yan Feicheng, who didn't know why he transferred out and had poor grades, come in?

Does he understand?

Teacher Lin pointed, "Sit next to Ji Mingrui."

Although the students who came to the competition class were seniors, most of them also knew that Ji Mingrui, the first sophomore in high school, was an extremely clean freak, so there were no two seats next to him.

Yan Feicheng nodded obediently, walked over and sat down.

"Why are you here?" Ji Mingrui looked at him.

"Come to class." Yan Feicheng said vaguely.

On the podium, Teacher Lin knocked on the blackboard to indicate that the class was about to start, so Ji Mingrui had no choice but to shut up, and gave Yan Feicheng a look that he would talk after class.

Yan Feicheng stared at the blackboard without squinting, pretending he couldn't see it.

"The mathematics competition was held at the beginning of October this year, so you don't have much time left... We have communicated and negotiated with our class teacher for the third-year students. During this period, you should temporarily put down your homework and concentrate on studying mathematics... As for You two high school sophomores, I don't suggest you to give up your homework, but if you are determined to take the exam this year, then you will respect your own opinions..."

Teacher Lin handed out the printed test papers after a few words, and gave the students an hour to do it, while she walked around the lecture theater with her hands behind her back.

Yan Feicheng opened the cap of the pen and buried himself in writing.

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Li Xingyu and Jian Xin Zhou Yuan really wanted to go back to the classroom to read the Chinese composition after eating.

Really.

But he couldn't stop a bunch of idiots from coming up to give the head away.

Li Xingyu looked indifferently at the boy with a cannon fodder look and mischievous eyebrows who claimed to be the senior boss of No. [-] Middle School, and listened to the boy talking nonsense and asking him to be called the boss.

He raised his hand slowly, crossed his fingers, turned his wrist, and raised his eyes with a rare smile on his usually indifferent face.

Ridiculous and indifferent.

"Let's go together, I have to go back and read the essay."

The author has something to say:

Teacher Lin: [Grievance Baba.jpg]

Star: [Super Fierce.jpg]

The stars and people are really set up to do nothing if they disagree with each other [laugh and cry]

The fluffy Xingxing who was teased by Cheng Cheng is still very fierce when facing idiots [rubbing hands]