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"Hey, Menger," Yang Kangyu touched Meng Wenjun with his elbow, "Social practice, are you going?"

The words under the pen were damaged, and it slipped out in a big stroke.

Meng Wenjun sighed and said in a low voice, "Why do you always like to touch me like this?"

Yang Kangyu glanced nonchalantly at the page Meng Wenjun was practicing: "It's just one page. Paper is important to me?"

"Paper." Meng Wenjun replied without hesitation.

"Cut," Yang Kangyu snorted coldly, and then asked, "Will you go?"

"Don't go." Meng Wenjun went on to write the space behind the broken box and wrote it again.

He estimated in his heart that Zhang Ailin would definitely not want to go to such a group activity.Since she wasn't going, there was no need for her to participate.

"Oh." Yang Kangyu responded lightly.

Originally, he planned to get in touch with Ji Shui more, but he didn't know why he didn't go. Yang Kangyu himself didn't understand why he suddenly felt so lost.

"Speechless." He cursed inwardly, forcing himself to turn his attention to Mo Chang.

Teacher Mo Chang stood on the podium, as serious as ever.

"This final exam is the first large-scale exam since we were divided into classes, and it has certain reference significance for our future study arrangements.

However, in the final analysis, it was just a small check and fill in the vacancies of our classmates' self-test.I hope that students can find their own learning problems and make up for them in time. "

As he said that, Mo Chang's tone suddenly slowed down: "This final exam, I hope the students will take it seriously. If anyone wants to play tricks on this exam, once they find out..."

"There must be severe punishment." Yang Kangyu continued his words in a low voice.

After listening and listening, there are still a few words.

Since he was a child, he almost never took the exam seriously, so he never took the exam as a serious matter.

Yang Kangyu subconsciously elbowed Meng Wenjun again, but he dodged by raising his head.

"Oh, there are defensive measures, it's not a good thing."

Meng Wenjun ignored him.

Instead, he leaned over and almost put his face on Meng Wenjun, with a flattering expression: "Meng'er, your grades are pretty good."

No need to think, he already knew what Yang Kangyu was thinking.

"I want to help, but I can't."

"Why can't you help?"

Meng Wenjun raised his head and looked at him with a half-smile: "It's not an examination room."

"Fuck. Forget."

Examination room by grade.One sits in the first-to-last room, and the other sits in the last-to-last room.

It wasn't just Yang Kangyu who was anxious, there was someone more anxious than him.

One of his teammates, nicknamed Little Wolf.

Yang Kangyu doesn't care whether he pays or writes, but Xiaolang can't.

If you fail the exam, you will be beaten when you go home.

Although he didn't understand what kind of tutoring this was, Yang Kangyu had no choice but to watch his brother come back with a bruised nose and a swollen face.He is the one who helps Little Wolf take the exam almost every time.

Teammates jokingly called them the Belt and Road Initiative.

The team members sat together, and Yang Kangyu sat on the first table, frowning and asked: "Oh, no, it was agreed before, how can we not help this time?"

The little wolf sighed, and said, "Everyone said we should hold on tight this time. Otherwise, forget it."

Yang Kangyu reached out and slapped him on the back of the head, scolding: "Then can I still see you after you go home?"

Xiaolang smiled wryly and shrugged his shoulders: "If you are destined, see you in Jianghu. After 18 years, you will still be a good man."

"There must be a way." Yang Kangyu said.

The wry smile on Xiaolang's face became stronger: "What can I do? According to the test room, those few are unwilling to send us text messages. In our test room, there are only a few people. Except for our team, they are from the track and field team. Which else can there be?"

"There is also Zhang Ailin." Someone next to him interjected.

Hearing this name, Yang Kangyu raised his head quickly.

The man went on to say: "Brother Ayu, you and Xiaolang have been training outside the school, and there are few exams in school, so it's normal not to know.

There is a girl named Zhang Ailin in our school. Her grades are up and down. Sometimes she is in the same exam room as us, and sometimes she can be in the front exam room. "

"Then there is no hope." The little wolf's eyes lit up again.

"Uh, it's just that she's not a good person. Some time ago, she beat someone up and sent her to the hospital. It was quite serious. Later, she was suspended from school. I don't know what happened, but she came back recently."

The little wolf looked at Yang Kangyu with a questioning look in his eyes.

It happened that Yang Kangyu raised his head, met his gaze, pointed at himself, and said in astonishment, "Let me go?"

Except for the little wolf, everyone around nodded.

Yang Kangyu jumped off the table abruptly, walked out the door with his bag in his hand, and murmured, "Just kill me."

Everyone watched his figure disappear.

"Ayu brother, what does this mean?"

The little wolf smiled and said, "It almost means agreeing."

……

Yang Kangyu was walking home, thinking about the final exam.It is absolutely impossible for him to ask Zhang Ailin for help in person.

"It's really sick." He recalled her face again, overlapping with his impression of himself when he was a child.

Following Zhang Ailin, he thought of Meng Wenjun again.

He sneaked home from the foster home, but was forcefully sent away by Zhang Yeqiu.When pulling him into the car, Yang Kangyu remembered crying very hard.

Not far away is Ji Shui, reaching out to caress Zhang Ailin.

A little boy stood behind Zhang Ailin, looking at him.Biting their lips together, tears welling in their eyes.

"It depends on Meng'er." Yang Kangyu said to himself.

The next day, Yang Kangyu woke up early, ran around the streets and alleys, specially prepared a full banquet for Meng Wenjun, filled Meng Wenjun's table respectfully, blinked his eyes, looking forward to Meng Wenjun is here.

Before entering the door, Yang Kangyu saw Meng Wenjun from the window next to the corridor of the classroom, ran up quickly, stood at the door, and when Meng Wenjun appeared at the door, he shouted: "Welcome to come!"

Meng Wenjun was startled.

He smiled and patted Yang Kangyu's chest: "What are you doing so early in the morning?" He said, walking into the classroom.

Yang Kangyu hurriedly followed behind him.

Meng Wenjun walked to his seat, looked at the lunch boxes on the table dumbfounded, and asked, "Are you...?"

Without further ado, Yang Kangyu pressed Meng Wenjun's shoulder and asked him to sit down: "Eat quickly, I have been in line for a long time, if you don't eat, it will be cold."

"What's the matter with you?" Meng Wenjun looked at Yang Kangyu.

Yang Kangyu smiled embarrassedly, and sat next to Meng Wenjun: "If you say yes, you don't, if you say no, you don't."

"It's about the final exam." Meng Wenjun took out the books from his bag and stuffed them neatly into the desk, ignoring the breakfast on the table.

Yang Kangyu nodded: "Meng'er, please, just once."

Meng Wenjun smiled and said, "Didn't you say it, it's not an examination room."

Yang Kangyu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, waved it in front of him, and said, "It's the 21st century, with advanced technology."

Meng Wenjun caught a glimpse of the mobile phone and snorted coldly in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he evaded and said, "This time the investigation will really be strict. If you want to improve your grades, I can help you with tutoring."

"The exam will be in three days. If I have time, I will definitely find my Meng'er." Yang Kangyu threw forward and was about to hug his arm.

Pushed lightly by Meng Wenjun, he pushed back: "Then come to me earlier next time to make up lessons. I always have plenty of time."

Meng Wenjun didn't even take the time to think about such a thankless matter.

Gains and losses are uneven.

After hearing the refusal, Yang Kangyu seemed a little discouraged: "Then you can eat something, it won't be good if it gets cold."

"No, I've eaten, thank you."

After taking care of Xiaoman and cooking for Meng Fan, there was no time.I hurriedly packed my schoolbag and went out without even stuffing a mouthful of food.As soon as he refused, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

"I bought it for you, don't eat it and waste it, that steamed dumpling is delicious."

As he spoke, Yang Kangyu broke open a pair of wooden chopsticks, opened the lid for Meng Wenjun, pushed them in front of him, and handed him the chopsticks.

It was really hard to shirk, so Meng Wenjun reluctantly accepted the chopsticks and thanked him.

"You're welcome."

Meng Wenjun picked up a dumpling. The skin was thin and filled with a lot of stuffing. The outside was stained with oil and water droplets. The white inside of the dumpling was tender and tender, and the meat stuffing inside could be seen faintly.

He took a bite, but he didn't expect that there was still juice in the dumplings that were so full.

The juice flows into the mouth along the opening, and the gravy and the delicious taste of dried shrimp are intertwined.It is indeed delicious.

"Why, do you ask for your usual grades now?" Meng Wenjun asked.

"That's not it."

"Then why are you in such a hurry?"

"Help a friend. Their family is powerful, if they fail in the exam, they will be beaten."

Hearing this, Meng Wenjun was stunned with his hand pinching the chopsticks.

Immediately, the chopsticks in his hand stretched out again and picked up another one: "How do you say it?"

Yang Kangyu shrugged: "What else can I say, with a bruised nose and swollen face, who vomited blood and was hospitalized. You who were raised by good people definitely don't understand."

"Have you ever been beaten?"

"It's not. I've seen it."

"I've seen it too." As he spoke, Meng Wenjun pushed the meat dumpling into his mouth.

Yang Kangyu glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "Is it possible?"

Meng Wenjun smiled, changed the subject, and said, "This dumpling is really good."

"If you like it, I'll take it for you every day, just along my way."

Meng Wenjun thought he was talking about the end of the semester, so he didn't give up.So he laughed and said, "No matter how delicious it is, the final exam is impossible."

Yang Kangyu leaned back, put his elbows on the table behind him, turned his head, and looked at Meng Wenjun: "It has nothing to do with the end of the semester. Even if there is no end of the semester, I will help you."

The word "why" wanted to blurt out subconsciously, but Meng Wenjun swallowed it down and swallowed it in his stomach.

He weighed the gains and losses and the pros and cons told him that the person in front of him said such words and hadn't given up yet.

He thought about what Yang Kangyu should say next, what kind of behavior he would have, and how he should reject him skillfully.

"No need, eating too much will make you tired."