why are you forcing me to study

Almost every class follows this pattern: hand out answer sheets - project someone's answer sheet - comment on individual questions - print and circulate someone's answer sheet.

At the end of the day, He Qinghui felt physically and mentally exhausted, and just wanted to quickly escape to a planet without Shan Yunche.

Only then did he truly understand the level of his deskmate.

And he is really one day and one place.

Not only the eighth class, but almost every class's teacher made a copy of Shan Yunche's answer sheet.

In this way, the whole grade has seen how terrifying this person is.

With Shan Yunche's answer sheets, the teachers of each subject saved a lot of work, and because they had to catch up with the course schedule, they didn't plan to spend more time on the evaluation of the test papers.

In the evening self-study, everyone corrected the test papers according to the requirements of the teachers of each subject, and sorted out the wrong questions by category. Only the latter two people had nothing to do.

He Qing put a lot of test papers and answer sheets on the table, and leaned on the seat, playing match [-] puzzles as if nothing had happened.

Shan Yunche pushed his glasses, turned his head and asked, "What do you plan to do with these papers?"

He Qing didn't even raise his eyelids, "Waste paper."

"Does that mean you don't want it anymore?"

"Yes, it's useless for me to keep it, and I don't know how to read it anyway."

"That's all for me."

He Qing stopped Xiaoxiaole's hand, raised his head to meet those unfocused eyes, "Are you serious?"

He just nodded slightly.

"You... don't you want to use it as a draft paper?"

"No."

That would be unbelievable.

A godlike academic bully asked him for the test paper of this scumbag, but he couldn't think of anything else to do except scratch paper.

Could it be used to... decompress?

"If you want... just take it."

After obtaining his consent, Shan Yunche took the pile of papers on his desk, arranged them one by one, and read the scores on each paper.

Language 90

Math 38

English 40

Science 100

Put it in the belly of the table.

As soon as the bell rang at the end of the first class of evening self-study, Sun Yina yelled: "I have the class and grade ranking charts in my hand, please take a look by yourself during the break."

Since this test is not so formal, the teachers of each class did not intend to make a summary after the rankings, but just wanted to give them an idea of ​​the current learning situation.

Let's gather around and watch-

The information in the first column of the table is extremely eye-catching:

Shan Yunche's total score is 730 Class ranking 1st grade Ranking 1

The results in the last column are also very eye-catching:

He Qinghui with a total score of 268 Class ranking 58th grade ranking 986

What's even more eye-catching is that Shan Yunche scored No. 260 points.

He Qinghui was pulled by 2 points by No.60 from the bottom.

Everyone looked at those two people at the same time, and no one of them gave a great admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

"These two sit at the same table, a perfect match."

"It's so fucking bad."

Mathematics Office.

Chen Juan stood beside Pan Zhongsheng, holding the report card of Class [-] in her hand. "Teacher Pan, I think it's more appropriate to remove the beginning and the end when taking the average score of your class."

Pan Zhongsheng couldn't laugh or cry: "Director Chen, what you said is really reasonable."

"This Shan Yunche is 1 points higher than No.2 in Class 40 and No. [-] in grade. Up to now, their Ban Zhong teacher is still asking me if I can transfer him to Class [-]. But he made it clear on the first day he transferred. I want to enter the eighth class, I heard that my parents won't listen to my advice."

Pan Zhongsheng also felt strange, "There may be other reasons for this child. You must know that Boying's conditions are much better than our Olympic class."

Chen Juan glanced down, and subconsciously covered her chest when she saw He Qinghui's grades. "This brat, I've been sitting at the same table with him for almost half a month, why is he still looking like this. Doesn't that motivate him at all?"

"Director Chen, actually, I feel that He Qing is pretty good at returning to this kid. If he can study hard, he shouldn't be bad."

"Not bad? Teacher Pan, do you trust him so much? He has been under my nose for a year, and he knows how to cause trouble and even fight. I didn't see that he has such potential. "

Pan Zhongsheng paused, "As far as I know, he fought because a boy from No. [-] Middle School was being bullied, and he didn't like it, so he hit him."

It's true when you think about it.

Chen Juan had nothing to say.

"So, this kid is not bad."

It has been several days since the preliminary examination, but the aftertaste still exists.

After being blocked by He Qinghui, Feng Rui couldn't contact him for a long time. He finally caught him eating in the cafeteria one day, so he ran over and put his arms around his neck.

"Fuck! Which grandson..."

"Go back to grandpa, the little one is here."

"madman?"

"I said, you're too stingy, didn't you just praise your tablemate last time and block me!"

Which pot does not open which pot.

He Qinghui dug a big mouthful of rice and stuffed it in his mouth, don't turn his head away and don't speak.

Feng Rui was worried that he was still not calm, so he walked around behind him and rubbed his back and shoulders, "Okay, Mr. Hui, I was wrong. I was joking with you last time, Mr. Hui is the most handsome man in my heart! What kind of order Let Yun Che go to hell!"

Beating his back while eating is because he is afraid that he will have a good meal, right?

He Qinghui frowned and waved his hands, "Okay, okay, let's go to cool off, I'm bored."

Feng Rui pulled out the chair beside him and sat down, "Hey, Brother Hui, how did you do in the final test last time? Let me tell you that I fell behind by 100 places at the end of the first semester of high school. Fuck!"

He Qinghui sneered, "Hehe, I still maintain my level, so awesome."

"Hey, how do you usually learn at the same table, you sit and live with him, you must know?"

He gave Feng Rui a blank look.

Hmph, this is his ultimate goal.

But I don't pay much attention to it... maybe he is good at studying because... he was born with it? "Who knows, I don't care. Anyway, he has never read a book after going back to the dormitory next night."

Feng Rui, who has to go home every day until after twelve o'clock: "..."

Well, the structure of the human brain is too different.

Suddenly thought of something, Feng Rui quietly took out his mobile phone, "Brother Hui, have you looked at the confession wall of the Fourth Middle School? The photo of you and the great god was pinned to the top, and the popularity is too high. Look, that's all, you two are holding hands .”

Feng Rui clicked on it and zoomed in.

He Qing almost spat out the food in his mouth.

[Pucheng No. [-] Middle School Xiangyang Confession Wall]: Contributed by @宇晨晨.

Damn, why is this girl cheating him?

Feng Rui then scrolled down the comments, "Look, you both have CP names."

He Qing didn't want to watch it.

These people are just so boring.

Holding his hand that day was just in the heat of the moment, and I made a fuss about them, which is really funny.

Saying that he didn't want to watch it, He Qinghui still unconsciously remembered what happened that night.

Shan Yunche put his hands in his pockets until after school, went out to buy him a hot water bottle, closed the window and covered him with a quilt...

A young master like him can also take care of others?

Counting it up...the number of favors owed to the boy seems to be too many to count.

He took Feng Rui's cell phone, and turned to talk about what was said before the white wall.

[Wall Wall, confess to Shan Yunche, the master of the eighth class!I saw real people on the road today!I'm so handsome! ]

[Yan Zuqiang, the god of confession, has already treasured his answer sheet, the font is so beautiful, I must learn it! ]

[Confesses to Shan Yunche from Class [-], I took a look at the gate of Class [-] from a distance that day, Shun Mao felt so good~]

He Qinghui: Be good.

[I want to ask if anyone has Shan Yunche’s WeChat account, the child just wants to ask questions... Our class’s math teacher doesn’t even know how to do it, and I can’t find the answer online... Help the child]

[wall!The child wants to have the guts to ask Shan Dashen if he has a girlfriend!Anonymous! ]

girlfriend?

Speaking of Shan Yunche... there should be many girls chasing him, right?

Even someone like him has received a lot of love letters since he was a child because of his good looks, let alone Shan Yunche who is good looking and good at studying.

It is said that he found a very serious thing.

Why are there more than a dozen confessions to Shan Yunche? !

Not even a confession? !

Feng Rui took the phone back and threw it into his trouser pocket, and moved closer to He Qinghui, "Well, my sisters, let me ask you something, she wants to know Shan Dashen's ideal type, you see you are far away from him Recently, do me a favor!"

"The one who co-authored the confession wall just now is your sisters?"

"Oh, brother Hui, I promised her everything. I told her that He Qinghui was responsive to every request, and even praised you."

"... I can really thank you."

"It's okay, just ask casually, if he doesn't want to talk, just pull him down."

"..."

Speaking of which, Feng Rui stood up and prepared to leave, "Then let's make an agreement, he wants to tell you, hurry up and let me know on WeChat, my sisters are waiting for me. Love you back brother! Goodbye!"

He Qing replied: "..."

Who told you.

Shan Yunche's ideal type.

Not to mention, He Qinghui was really curious.

That night, He Qinghui was surprised to find that Shan Yunche had brought books and a bunch of test papers back to the dormitory.

Shan Yunche sat in front of the desk with the desk lamp turned on, flipping through the book while marking the test paper.

He Qing has already washed and lay on the bed, and he is still writing.

Yo, why did the college bully know to work overtime tonight?

Do you think 730 is too low?

Ha ha.

Before eleven o'clock, He Qinghui was lying on the bed unable to fall asleep, so he leaned on one arm and turned his head to look at him.

This angle is just enough to see his face clearly under the desk lamp.

The long eyelashes are full of faint lights, the tear mole at the end of the eye is very obvious, and the color of the thin lips is from light to dark.

Look a little fascinated.

"Hello, the surname is Shan."

Hearing He Qing calling him back, Shan Yunche immediately stopped writing and raised his head, "What?"

"Aren't you angry if I interrupt your study?"

"not angry."

Shan Yunche thought to himself that he couldn't get what he wanted, so how could he be angry, "I'll get what I need."

He Qinghui was taken aback by him, "No, I don't need anything, I just... want to ask you something."

Even if he needed something, he didn't have no hands, so how could he bother him?

"ask."

I didn't want to pay attention to Feng Rui at first, but it was because he was curious himself, so he briefly brewed it and said, "What type do you... like?"

Shan Yunche was silent for a while, a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

As soon as this question came out, He Qinghui inexplicably felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Wait, let me guess... the petite and cute type? Or... the domineering sister-in-law type?"

"Don't guess."

Indeed, this kind of question is more personal, so it's really not good to make random guesses like this, Feng Rui's sisters may be disappointed.

"Cut, don't talk about pulling it, cheapskate." He Qing turned over and faced the wall.

"Stupid." Shan Yunche said to He Qinghui's back in a low voice: "I like silly ones."

He Qinghui felt amused, and turned around again, "What? No way, hahaha I laughed so hard..."

Listen, let those girls listen carefully, this is the criteria for choosing a spouse for your single god.

"Better," he lowered his voice, "as stupid as you are."