High school science students save the world

This time the school suffered a great loss because of the muffled voice of the weather forecast.

Then the menopausal old men became furious and sent three text messages in a row, urging the students like twelve gold medals, telling the students to go back to class tomorrow and make up for the day they let go on Saturday.

The school has a life, and students dare not disobey.

So this group of hard-working children rolled back without even enjoying the aftertaste of the summer vacation, and started to go to class.

It's been like this for two weeks.

The little king of Mauritius—it doesn’t matter whether there is a king in Mauritius, what is important is that he once sighed: “Aren’t you in pain? Huh? Whether you study or not, you arrive at 09 o’clock every day and leave at 30:[-]. People can still live by studying, you will not be sad if you sleep for nine classes?"

Although the math teacher said that he wanted them to listen to the class well, but the reason is this. For the scumbags, life in school is very painful.The back table counts the National Day holiday with fingers every day.

"What's the date today?" Yang Yan asked him.

The back desk pressed his face on the table and rolled it into a thin sheet of egg-filled pancake. He raised his head and looked at him in bewilderment: "Oh...today is the 18th, and there are still twelve days left."

After finishing speaking, he continued to lie down on the table, folded his elbows, and used it as a temporary pillow.

Yang Yan looked at the end of get off work, at least two-thirds of the self-study get out of class was over in the first quarter, and they fell on the table in a daze, sluggish.

He borrowed a small makeup mirror from the girl next door who was busy writing and doing homework, stared at it for a while, and found that his dark circles seemed to have faded a lot, so he changed the angle and took another photo with a good feeling about himself. , I feel more and more handsome and refined.

Qin Zheng came back from pouring hot water from the next class, and there was a strong smell of coffee in the thermos.

They have already moved the dormitory, Yang Yan took a look at the idea of ​​caring for his roommate and said: "Didn't sleep well at night, are you sleepy?"

Tan Zheng's expression showed no signs of exhaustion, he shook his head and smiled and said, "No, I'm used to drinking milk for another drink."

Yang Yan glanced at him, and responded indifferently.

The exam is coming soon, and there is a lot of homework. The English Shaking S Queen tyrannically occupied a class, and even arranged a 4k paper, and it was a sentence-making paper.

The font is dense, and you can get cross-eyed when you stare at it.

Yang Yan thought that his short-sightedness was mostly their fault.

When the bell rang for the second self-study class, the English class representative said in his flat chest-like voice, "English is accepted after the second class."

Forget about an experiment or research that proves that dogs and their owners will become more and more similar.

Yang Yan thought unkindly, the English class representative and the English teacher are becoming more and more alike.

As a science dog, of course you should do science first.

The King of Mauritius said again: "I only do mathematics in the last class, and I want to pass the [-]th exam? There are no courses!"

Yang Yan didn't do mathematics, so he went to do physics.

Doing physics is like kneeling in front of a priest to accept a new student.

Yang Yan stumbled and went through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties and finished the previous choices and filling in the blanks. He was dumbfounded when he saw the last calculation problem.

There are eight or nine lines in the title alone. The orbits inside have all shapes, and the electric field is still oblique-these can all be tolerated. What can't be tolerated is the last sentence of the title: After 0.1s, the direction of the electric field is deflected by [-] degrees to the right.

Damn it.

Can it be better!

But Yang Yan has a characteristic, which is shared by all boys who claim to be smart. They don't bother to do simple questions, but insist on struggling with difficult ones.

This deadlock lasted for half an hour.

The time could not be pinched more accurately, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"English accepted."

"Nani?!" Yang Yan's eyelids twitched, and he took Qin Zheng's English test paper in a flurry but very skillfully and began to copy it. The handwriting was correct and the accuracy rate was high. This is the best homework template!

Yang Yan lowered his head and was copying, when the fluorescent lamp above his head suddenly burst into flames, his eyes soured, the light flickered, and there was a soft "poof", and the fluorescent lamp went out.

Yang Yan was taken aback for a moment, and looked out of the window, only to find that the teaching building next door was also covered in darkness.

He was stunned, and then realized that nothing could stop him from copying his homework, so he took out his mobile phone, turned on the light, and wrote quickly with the faint light.

Although the light is dim, the wrist moves very quickly, as if it has been tried many times in difficult environments.

Yang Yan copied it, but Qin Zheng suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his hand holding the phone.

Yang Yan immediately stopped writing, and quickly stacked the two flat papers together, then turned around carefully and looked out the window.

Madame Curie was wearing those round-bottomed glasses, her eyes were deep and far away, which reminded him of "A Brief Introduction to This Question", "Reciting the Full Text" and...Nurse Rong hiding behind the pillar.

Madame Curie is the nickname of English teacher.

The malice of the new world is overwhelming.

Madame Curie nodded her chin at him, Yang Yan immediately lowered her neck and lowered her eyes, stood up and looked at Tan Zheng sadly.

Qin Zheng just stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers.

Yang Yan reluctantly parted from him, turned his head three times a step, the back table was covered with goosebumps, and shouted intoxicatedly towards Yang Yan's back: "Romeo, Romeo, why are you Romeo?"

Yang Yan turned his head and gave him a middle finger, and then lowered his head peacefully like a little daughter-in-law under Madame Curie's substantive gaze.

Marie Curie's office is on the ground floor.

Yang Yan followed behind her in fear. At this time, the circuit returned to normal and the lights turned on again.

He didn't let out a sigh of relief until she sat down in the office.

Mrs. Curie unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of water, her eyes flicked on his face, forcing Yang Yan to hang his head even lower, almost buried in his collar.

Mrs. Curie looked at him for a while before she said the first sentence: "What do you think you should do?"

Yang Yan didn't speak.

Mrs. Curie said again: "Do you know that we will take the exam this semester? Now that the exam is linked to the college entrance examination, the difficulty has also increased. What do you think should you do? You can score [-] to [-] in mathematics and science. Is it? No way, since it doesn’t work, just do English honestly, English is different from Chinese, and English can greatly increase the score..."

Yang Yan heard her slobbering and babbling, and his thoughts wandered involuntarily.

That day he ran back from the back table house, and when he returned to his own house, he was thinking: What are those things?

He thinks about these things all the time, but those so-called clues are now a mess.

He was hit by a smeared object, and then passed to another space like a medium.

But whether this is a space has yet to be confirmed.

After all, it is too weak to be able to drag back space with a phone call.

This is more like a kind of... deception of thinking.

But on the day when he had breakfast at the back table's house, Yang Yan verified that Qin Zheng could not change his memory. On the contrary, he was even afraid that he had that memory, which proved the truth of that incredible memory from the side.

Yang Yan thinks that he has an excellent memory since he was a child. If he didn't find the content of politics really disgusting, he might have become the only one in the liberal arts class, sitting in the harem and dominating the first middle school.

Tan Zheng later revealed "inadvertently" that he could erase his memory.

When he asked the back table, he did not remember being inexplicably sucked in, but whether it was pretended or not is still unknown. Yang Yan felt that his memory was very coherent-who could he trust at this time? I can trust myself.

Now the question is how to escape from it.

Hit a snake to hit seven inches, you have to study and understand what it is made of.

Then we have to talk about that phone call.

To break that space—let's call it space, what is it that breaks it.

It is a communication phone or a ringtone.

A bell, perhaps a musical note touched the structure of the space.

But Yang Yan remembered that he started spinning back the moment he heard the ringtone, which is a bit untenable.

It seems that the communication phone is more reliable.

Electromagnetic radiation in communication telephones.

The mobile phone has radiation all the time, and his phone is always on standby in his pocket. If it's electromagnetic radiation, it's only when the amount reaches a certain value that it breaks the space...

But these are all groundless assumptions. Not to mention, he did not find any profound revolutionary friendship between electromagnetic radiation and thinking, not to mention the roommate who used to eat people, a monster the size of Ultraman Tiga...

Yang Yan's painfully tangled eyebrows were all tangled together, and his brows were tied in seventeen or eight knots.

When Mrs. Curie saw him like that, she let out a long sigh: "Aren't you tired of listening? Ah? Just like you, you still want to take one exam. Do you want to take 211 and 918?"

Yang Yan reflexively replied: "I want to."

Then his eyes slowly focused, falling on Madame Curie's face, she lowered her head as if she didn't dare to look directly at the holy face.

The queen chuckled: "If you still want to take the 918 exam, forget it." Yang Yan looked down at his toes, casually waiting for the teacher to attack him personally, but he heard the menopausal woman say leisurely, "Take a second-rate university and be a first-rate student."

Yang Yan didn't dare to ask why, but couldn't hold back his curiosity, and half-raised his eyes to look at her.

Mrs. Curie seemed to know his doubts. She raised her eyebrows, and the thick lenses could not block her sharp gaze. She said, "The suicide rate in elite schools is high."

Not waiting for Yang Yan to move her, she said: "But you have to take the exam anyway, let me tell you for your head teacher, no matter where you are, you have to study hard. You have to study when people have a party-but look at you like that. , must be the first one to follow other people's buttocks to play, and those gameplays are probably your bad ideas."

After finishing speaking, she shook her head again and said, "The dog-headed military division."

Yang Yan was speechless and choked, he didn't quite understand why he was given such a name, he thought about it, and he had to protest, so he said dumbly: "Oh."

Mrs. Curie took another sip of the bitter-looking strong tea, and found a blank paper on the messy desk: "Hand in your mobile phone, and this one, the one you copied just now." The one on the paper, you copy it from beginning to end, including Chinese."

Yang Yan gritted his teeth: "..."

What about the warmth card?

Holding the densely packed test paper in both hands, he felt dry mouthed and dizzy, he licked his lips, and when he was about to say something to beg for forgiveness, "pop", the light went out again.

When the night falls, ghosts and monsters emerge.

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