Eight sets of math papers cheated by online dating

The love rumors about Xiang Kongshan were finally denied by the parties, but the people who came to eat melons still did not stop. After all, the way to suppress a gossip is to create a bigger gossip. The school gate so swears that he has someone he likes, and it seems that this person is the only one in his eyes. Of course, it makes people curious: who is this girl who can win the iceberg of Experimental High School?

When Ke Wenyao and Xiang Kongshan were talking about this, the latter was leaning on the podium and scratching his English paper, and didn't react much, but he himself was so happy that he almost laughed.With one hand still on Xiang Kongshan's shoulder, he looked quite prophetic and proud: "Who would have thought that you, a flower of Gaoling, would eventually fall into Yu Yehao's hands!"

When the words fell to the ground, Xiang Kongshan paused, then suddenly raised his eyelids, and said angrily, "I won't plant it anymore, I'm going to transplant myself to another soil."

Ke Wenyao didn't react: "?"

"Didn't you say that persuading people to become gay behind bars, straight men will be impotent? I think you are right. I will not be planted. I am going to let myself wither alone."

"..."

Ke Wenyao was stunned, and the first thing he thought was that Xiang Kongshan is really a young genius in Chinese, and he can even rhyme his words, and then he felt wronged and shouted: "Where did I say that! I didn't Said so!"

"It's pretty much the same anyway."

Xiang Kongshan found the paper that he forgot to write his name on from the podium, and touched the chalk dust in his hand. He was not in a good mood, and he was about to go out to wash his hands with a tigerish face, but he bumped into the head teacher, who was about to enter the class, and laughed when he saw him He said, "Kongshan, you have passed the preliminary round, congratulations."

"Is the score already paid?" Xiang Kongshan was briefly distracted by these words, his mind changed sharply, he glanced at the head teacher who was in a good mood, and asked tentatively, "Then we have to continue with the make-up class?"

"Of course, but the form may change a little bit. Stay for a while after school, and I will tell you when the time comes."

Ke Wenyao was next to him, and exchanged glances with Xiang Kongshan. The two of them had a clear mind, thinking that He Jingle's father is really a little bit smart, and this change in form may have something to do with the joint training camp.

Sure enough, when school was over, several people from the arts and sciences were left behind, and even the headmaster showed up, with a big belly on his face, looking amiable, but he talked a little too much, and he was in a routine: "Student Ladies and gentlemen! The weather is clear and cloudless! Today, we met in this small classroom, what does this mean! Students! Pull up! Look at me, what does this mean!"

There were less than ten people in total, everyone was busy with their own work, and no one paid attention to him.

headmaster:"……"

His smile was a little stiff, but he continued tenaciously: "It means that you are all the best children in the whole experiment. You have completed the challenge and won honor for our experimental high school! You are all heroes of the experiment!"

Still no one paid any attention to him, and the old liberal arts student next door even yawned.

The principal couldn't hold on anymore, he coughed twice, and winked at the teacher standing next to him, but the latter was too sensitive, before he passed his eyes, he lowered his head and pretended to study the lesson plan, blatantly leading Playing blind under the eyelids.

headmaster:"……"

Damn you think I'm blind!The lesson plans are all upside down, are you reading a bible!

This poor middle-aged fat old man finally stopped pretending. He glanced at the classroom with a sullen face, and said quickly, "Okay, I know you want to leave school and work, so let me make a long story short. The math competition is over." Those who have passed the preliminary round must gather together for make-up lessons, which means that there will be more than a few of you in the next make-up lessons, do you understand?"

Everyone: "..."

Damn, I said it too fast, I really didn't catch it!

But your principal is still your principal. In 10 minutes, he spent 8 minutes talking nonsense, and the remaining 2 minutes made a high-level summary of the key points, and then left after speaking, very decisively away from this person. No one listens to him. The speech was sad; after he left, the whole classroom paused for more than two minutes before a buddy asked in a trance: "What did the principal just say?"

Xiang Kongshan decided to remind him kindly: "He said that those who entered the preliminary round should study together, literally."

"That's right," the teacher who just pretended to read the lesson plan—that is, Xiang Kongshan's class teacher, didn't read the lesson plan now, and added dumbfoundingly: "But most of them are students from the school next door, and they are usually close to each other. , you should all know each other too, right?"

"Familiar fart!" Immediately someone said, "Not familiar, not familiar at all! I'm allergic to No. [-] Middle School, I can't learn from them when I see them!"

There were voices of unwilling protests in the classroom one after another. Amidst the frowning faces, only Xiang Kongshan secretly lowered his head and grinned foolishly.

Like a fool.

He clenched his fists to his lips, barely suppressed his smile, and then said to the person next to him who had strong objections: "Pure passers-by, to be fair, the learning atmosphere in No. [-] Middle School is actually pretty good. Studying is also good."

That brother was so smothered by Xiang Kongshan's thick skin, he clutched his chest and improvised to Duan Guocui: "Hey! You traitor! How dare you end up in a passer-by!"

There was a lot of noise in the classroom, but it’s done. Besides, the rules were set this year. It’s useless to say more. No matter what your relationship is, you have to participate in the training camp honestly and win glory for Liancheng; Apart from the fierceness, no one raised any opinions. When it was time to leave, someone remembered and asked, "Teacher, where will the training camp be held?"

"It hasn't been decided yet. There is a high probability that it is our school or the next door. The result should be out tomorrow. Get ready and start tutoring tomorrow."

Everyone sighed in unison, and finally dispersed in twos and threes.

Because of Xiang Kongshan's traitorous behavior, no one was with him, and he was happy to be quiet, and he slowly fell to the end; he walked the short distance from the class gate to the school for about 10 minutes, and only when he went out did he see Yu Yehao on his back. The schoolbag was standing outside, the tip of the nose was red, the ears were also red, and the two bluish-white hands were clutching the belt of the schoolbag, which seemed to be still trembling slightly.

Brother Xiaoshan immediately couldn't afford to play anymore, he strode over the few people in front, and ran to Yu Yehao amidst the malicious laughter of those people; the warm breaths of the two intertwined and turned into a drifting white mist , Even the figures are blended, which makes people easily think of dramas about youth and romance, and a heavy snow that should fall.

But Liancheng almost never snows.Therefore, romance should also be an illusion created by him alone.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and those who spoke fell silent at some point, but Xiang Kongshan still frowned tightly, and said softly, "Is it cold?"

Yu Yehao shook his head: "It's not cold."

But clumsy lies couldn't fool Xiang Kongshan, he just remained silent for a second, then raised his hand, as if he wanted to stuff Yu Yehao's hand into his pocket.

This should be a normal thing, even Yu Yehao thought so. He said it was not cold, but his fingers were already hooked up, forming a subconscious gesture of greeting; seeing the two people's hands were about to shake hands, Xiang Kongshan suddenly He stopped, he made a futile movement and retracted, and finally his palm fell on Yu Yehao's coat, gently and slowly——

Just give him a cap when you come up, hey!Three-pointer!

Yu Yehao: "..."

Half of his face was covered by the hat, and he was about to curse when he opened his mouth, but Xiang Kongshan put his hand on his head through his clothes, rubbed it as if teasing a child, and then said very relaxedly: "Is there anything you need to do?" Looking for me?"

So he was stunned again, thinking in surprise: Can't I find you if I have nothing to do?

He thought that this would be their tacit "see you tomorrow".

Xiang Kongshan didn't wait for an answer for a long time, so he bent slightly, trying to lift Yu Yehao's covered face, but the latter suddenly pressed his hand, and the skin touched, Yu Yehao said: "Xiang Kongshan, you Yes or no--"

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling light came from the street, illuminating the two people in the narrow Qinggang Street, and Xiang Kongshan subconsciously moved Yu Yehao behind him to cover him a little. Light, I want to wait for the short-sighted driver to hurry over.

As a result, the car stopped.

The window on the driver's seat was slowly lowered, and the driver turned his head and said to the people behind: "Master, we are here!"

Xiang Kongshan and Yu Yehao: "..."

Damn, this damn sense of déjà vu!

The car door was pushed open with a bang, and He Jingle ran towards the two of them like a runaway husky. Yu Yehao's eyes were still blindfolded, and he felt that Xiang Kongshan was silent for a while, and then said: "He Jingle, what do you wear? What are the glasses for?"

He Jingle was so moved that he wanted to cry: "Glasses! Do you know that these are a pair of myopia glasses!"

"..."

"Glasses, the wound of a top student! The redemption of a scumbag!"

On the quiet street, Young Master He was ecstatic, as if what he was holding was not glasses, but his bright future when he was admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University: "Hahahaha! I'm short-sighted! Hahahaha! I'm short-sighted!"

His voice echoed in the street. After a long time, a child in the opposite building cried.

I just heard the child crying and shouting: "Mom, I'd better be that crazy person who can sing!"

The author has something to say:

Ha ha ha ha!Sorry for the long hair!Ha ha ha ha!Sorry for the long hair! (

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