not brilliant

I don't know how long Zhou Zhe held back this sentence in his heart.

In fact, Jing Can had some doubts before, and the students in the class gradually knew that he was good at mathematics. Although he was not very active, occasionally someone would take the initiative to ask him questions.But Zhou Zhe, who should have the best relationship with him, never asked him.

Jing Can recalled it for a while, but she didn't seem to see that Zhou Zhe had asked other people, including the teacher.

"Yes." Jing Can quickly wrote a reply, accompanied by a big smiley face.

He hadn't paid attention to Zhou Zhe's grades before, because of the little paper ball, during the big break that day, after everyone in the class went downstairs to do exercises, Jing Can went to the podium and looked at the papers posted on the wall. transcript.Looking down from No.1, in the position of about a dozen, his eyes skipped his name.And he continued to go down until finally, he saw Zhou Zhe's name.Look at the scores in the math column, only 43 points.

The students in the experimental class naturally have good grades. What does it mean to get 43 points in the math test?Chinese, comprehensive literature, and English must score at least sixty points more than others, so that it is possible to get a ranking that is barely readable.The experimental class of No. [-] Middle School adopts the rule of only getting in and not getting out. The top [-] people who passed the senior high school entrance examination were divided into six classes. Those in the experimental class must enter the rank within the experimental class three times in a row before they can be promoted to the experimental class.Such rules do not seem to be very friendly to the students in the ordinary class, but they are not so good to the students in the experimental class. The progress of the teacher's lecture will not be based on them. They will always be what the teacher said when he gave the wrong question. "Individual Classmates".

Jing Can sighed in her heart, and planned to help Zhou Zhe.

The neighbor next door, Class [-] was a bit late, and the rankings were released before the evening self-study.Wang Xiaowei immediately ran to the front to check his and He Pingyi's results, and when he came back to report to He Pingyi, He Pingyi didn't even lift his eyelids.

"I'm talking to you," Wang Xiaowei poked He Pingyi with his elbow, causing He Pingyi to draw a long line on the paper.

"hiss……"

He Pingyi squinted at Wang Xiaowei.

"Hey, it wasn't intentional, it wasn't intentional." Wang Xiaowei covered his face and leaned closer to He Pingyi, "What are you drawing? Cars? It's pretty nice, and you know how to draw? Have you learned it before?"

After listening to his words, He Pingyi asked him seriously: "Which one do you want me to answer first? Can you break a sentence?"

Wang Xiaowei smiled: "Forget it, forget it, you don't need to answer, and I don't really care."

He had been busy drawing just now and didn't look up, it was only after he spoke that He Pingyi noticed his posture.He raised his chin and asked, "What's wrong with your face? Was it beaten by your sister?"

"Fart." Wang Xiaowei denied it flatly, "My wisdom tooth hurts, it's inflamed, I'm so mad, I'm so unlucky."

"Oh, pull it out." Seeing that there was nothing serious about him, He Pingyi turned his attention back to his painting.

"Have you had your wisdom teeth pulled?"

"Pull it out." He held the paper and looked at it for a while, and initially estimated the degree of penetration of the ink. He Pingyi felt that the painting could still be saved.He took out a small knife from the pencil case, took out the blade, pinched it with his fingers, and scraped off the pen mark with the small tip of the knife - the teacher used to not allow tape to correct typos, so He Pingyi They all have a Practiced this unique skill.

"Does it hurt?" Facing the pain, Wang Xiaowei recognized it very clearly. After all, as long as he could not pull out his teeth, a man would kneel when he kneels, "My mother also said that I will have it pulled out during the holiday this month. , I rely on me to think about it, it's too scary, have you pulled out your wisdom teeth and been hospitalized?"

"Why do you need to be hospitalized?" He Pingyi turned his head, "What misunderstanding do you have about wisdom teeth extraction?"

"A friend of mine's sister had her wisdom teeth pulled out and was hospitalized. She seemed to have passed out or something."

"It's a special case." He Pingyi was thinking about the car on his paper, and wanted to quickly talk about this topic with Wang Xiaowei, "I pulled out two pieces at a time, and the first time it didn't hurt at all, and the second time It hurts for two days after the anesthetic. Are your wisdom teeth straight? If they are straight, there is a high probability that it won’t hurt much, but if they are impacted, they will probably hurt.”

"I feel right."

"That should be fine."

After soothing, He Pingyi went on to scrape the paper foam.

Wang Xiaowei on the side tried his best to reach the innermost tooth with the tip of his tongue, but finally his tongue cramped, and he cried out in pain, but he still couldn't touch the unlucky wisdom tooth.

He thought for a while, and asked He Pingyi: "Can I feel that it's right?"

He Pingyi didn't look up, and answered fluently.

"I can't."

……

"What the hell..." Wang Xiaowei became angry, "Then you're supposed to be fine."

"Isn't this comforting you?" He Pingyi drew a long voice as the remedial work was about to end, encouraging his tablemate, "Oh, you just go and lie down there, it's not that you won't be given anesthesia, what are you talking about?" ?”

"No," Wang Xiaowei said, "I'm afraid of pain."

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

After hearing this, Wang Xiaowei stared at He Pingyi's side face, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay, then you follow me to pull it out, I need someone to follow, otherwise I dare not go in, and you kick me in."

"I can't go," He Pingyi refused, "Let your sister accompany you."

"What the hell, after I asked my sister to accompany me, she has to step on my head and let me call her sister." This kind of embarrassing thing, only one person knows, especially Wang Xiaoyi can't know, Wang Xiaowei He hugged He Pingyi's arm, pressed his voice and begged He Pingyi, and said softly, "He Pingyi, Pingyi, brother Pingyi."

"Get rolling." He Pingyi's scalp felt numb when he heard it, and he quickly pulled his arm out from Wang Xiaowei's hands, and pushed him aside.

"Come with me."

He Pingyi shook the goosebumps all over his body, stared at Wang Xiaowei and warned: "Speak as you speak, don't bring 'well'."

"Then you go with me," Wang Xiaowei brought his shamelessness to the extreme, "you go with me, and I won't be disgusted with you."

"I really can't go, I have an appointment with someone else during the holidays." After saying this, He Pingyi remembered that he hadn't confirmed the time with Jing Can yet.

"Who?" Wang Xiaowei became excited when he heard this, "Where are you going?"

"Jing Can," it's not that Wang Xiaowei doesn't know Jing Can, and He Pingyi has no need to lie, "Let's go go kart."

"Karts are good! Take me one, take me one."

"No, pull out your wisdom teeth."

"Oh, you can follow me to pull out your wisdom teeth after driving the kart, it's perfect." Wang Xiaowei gave his arrangement a thumbs up, "That's it."

He Pingyi didn't bother to talk to him, but Wang Xiaowei kept torturing him for the whole self-study class, and in the end He Pingyi could only say: "Okay, okay, let's talk."

Whether to bring it or not, he doesn't care, he has to ask Jing Can, according to his observation, Jing Can doesn't particularly like playing with people other than him.

Using the recess to explain a few questions to Zhou Zhe, Jing Can has roughly guessed the reason why Zhou Zhe is unwilling to ask others.He explained it to Zhou Zhe in a relatively normal way of thinking, and even subdivided the steps into more detailed explanations, but Zhou Zhe still couldn't understand.Jing Can thought silently, thinking about how to explain it from another angle, but Zhou Zhe seemed to have misunderstood something, and said with some embarrassment: "Forget it, I'm stupid. I didn't understand what the teacher told me before. Let's see."

Seeing that Zhou Zhe was about to take the notebook back, Jing Can quickly suppressed it.

"No," Jing Can pursed her lower lips lightly, and then explained, "I'm just thinking about how to explain it more clearly. Stop me and tell me."

"That...it's too much trouble for you." The time in the third year of high school is very precious, and everyone wishes to do one more question than others, and Zhou Zhe knows this very well.

"It's okay." Jing Can smiled, then picked up a pen and wrote a formula on the paper.

Before the formula was finished, a paper airplane suddenly stuck to her arm. Jing Can was startled, and immediately raised her head to look around.He didn't find the person who threw the plane in class, but he saw He Pingyi at the window.

Before Jing Can got up, He Pingyi outside the window raised his hands to his chest and pressed down.Jing Can understood, it was to keep him from going out.He Pingyi pointed to the paper airplane on the table again, motioning for him to open it.

Jing Can nodded to him, and He Pingyi waved his hands and walked away cheerfully.

"He's from class 21?"

Zhou Zhe asked a question suddenly, Jing Can glanced at him, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and nodded his head.

He picked up the paper airplane and put it on the corner of the table, hoping to read it by himself after explaining the questions to Zhou Zhe.Unexpectedly, this question was about the ringing of the class bell. After the bell rang, the history teacher came in with the book again, and he was not given a chance to disassemble the paper airplane at ease.The history teacher turned this self-study session into an intensive lecture on key topics. While listening to the teacher's voice, Jing Can looked at the paper airplane, feeling like being tickled by a kitten.

After 10 minutes passed, he couldn't bear it anymore, secretly transferred the paper airplane to his lap, and started to dismantle it with lowered eyes.Unfortunately, the history teacher happened to be asking the students to think, and the classroom was so quiet that there was not even the sound of turning the pages of the book. Jing Can pulled one of the wings away, never expecting that the paper can make such a loud sound when it is stretched.He didn't dare to move for a moment, his hands were stiff, and he glanced at the teacher again.

And one more wing...

Jing Can was muttering in his heart why the history teacher didn't speak, when he heard the sound of flipping a book beside him. He turned his head, saw Zhou Zhe's movements, and comprehended to "swipe" the paper twice to flatten it.

The first thing that caught Jing Can's eyes was the big two words, "War Letter".The font is deliberately thick and written in bold.

There is a car drawn under these two words, and Jing Can can tell what kind of car it is at a glance.He was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately dug out the picture he drew today from his notebook.

Although the angles of the two cars are different, it is obvious that he and He Pingyi drew the same car. The difference is that Jing Can's car has the full Japanese name of Fujiwara Tofu shop written on it, while He Pingyi's painting is the same. Not very good, just wrote the word "Fujiwara".

Jing Can put away her notebook, held He Pingyi's paper, and read the following line back and forth, feeling that the joy in her heart was about to be overwhelmed.

"At eight o'clock in the morning on November 11st, Qiu Mingshan is waiting for you."

The signing made Jing Can very dissatisfied, because He Pingyi wrote - AE86.

Jing Can restored the paper airplane to its original shape, folded the wings down, and pressed it into the notebook.Then hold a pen in both hands and look at the blackboard.The pen poked twice on his thigh, and with a thought, he turned out his own drawing and wrote some words on it.After finishing writing, he tore off the page bit by bit, pressed it on the table, and folded it into the shape of an airplane.

Panning left and right, it was finally time for get out of class to end, Jing Can was the first to rush out of the classroom holding the paper airplane.

The back of the classroom in Class 21 was already bustling, Jing Can hid her hands behind her back and pretended to look into the door casually.He Pingyi was sitting at the back door, and the difficulty of flying the plane to his desk could be said to be zero, but Jing Can shook her head in her heart, feeling that such a short distance was not cool at all.

He was thinking about how to make his plane appear cooler, when he suddenly noticed that He Pingyi's head was turning around. Time was running out and there was no time to think, so the fighter had to make a decisive decision.So, under high pressure, Jing Can made a move that stunned the boys around him - he leaned in and stuffed the paper airplane into He Pingyi's collar directly along the back of He Pingyi's neck.

"Fuck!" He Pingyi hadn't been attacked like this in more than 800 years, and he cursed unconsciously with a chill on the back of his neck.

This sound gave Jing Can a jump, not to mention that He Pingyi stood up abruptly and brought the chair down.

Jing Can blinked twice, and after meeting He Pingyi's gaze, she turned her head and ran away.

He Pingyi didn't expect it to be Jing Can, his hand was still in the back of his collar, and the person in front of him suddenly ran away.It was Jing Can's run that made He Pingyi react, and immediately grabbed the thing lying on the back of his neck into his hands, stepped over the chair and chased him out.

"You stop for me!"

Only fools stop.

Jing Can in front had almost reached the door of the class. Panting heavily, he slammed on the door frame and slammed into the class before He Pingyi's hand could touch his clothes. so fast.

After all, He Ping didn't want to break in due to the shift, so he took a paper airplane, stood in front of the window, and hooked his finger at Jing Can who was still in shock on the seat.

Jing Can mouthed him from a distance, simple and easy to interpret: "No."

He Pingyi also immediately mouthed back: "Hurry up, come out."

Jing Can held back her smile, and still gave him that word.

He Pingyi tilted his body, with one hand on his hip, and looked at the few girls who were silently watching him, and the only way left was to speak harshly.He took the nose of the paper airplane and nodded in Jing Can's direction: "Wait after school."

I can't even speak harsh words, and I can't even express an exclamation point.

He Pingyi, who was defeated in the first battle, carried the plane back to the classroom, Wang Xiaowei had already helped him up the chair, seeing him coming, he was full of interest.After all, there are not many opportunities to watch He Pingyi suffer, and Wang Xiaowei certainly won't miss it.

"What happened?"

He Pingyi glanced at him: "Did you not chase after him just now or something?"

"Hey," Wang Xiaowei smiled, "I don't want to know the cause and effect, and the future development. Let's say it first, Jing Can doesn't seem to be able to beat you, so don't bully the weak."

He looked at the paper airplane that had kissed the back of He Pingyi's neck, and urged He Pingyi to open it while laughing.

"Go aside." He Pingyi left him, turned around and dismantled the plane by himself.

Looking at it this way, He Pingyi directly lost another victory.He leaned back in the chair and thought, it's over, painting is no match.

Leaning his head on the back of the chair, He Pingyi held the paper with both hands, raised it up, and let the light shine from the back of the paper.

This was the first time he saw Jing Can's handwriting, the handwriting was just like his own, delicate and delicate, yet full of stubbornness.

The upper part of the paper is also a few large bold characters, "challenge letter".

There is a line of words under the racing car, which is not ashamed.

"I'm Qiu Mingshan Riding God."

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Fujiwara Tofu Shop and AE86 are from "Initial D". Fujiwara Tofu Shop is the shop of Fujiwara Takumi's family, and the name is written on the car body. AE86 is the model of the car that Fujiwara Takumi drove.