Be at the same table with the rumored boss

After finishing this topic, Su Mianyang didn't say anything else. At the dinner table, he didn't play with his mobile phone and didn't like to talk.

Boys in high school are in their teenage years, always feeling like they've grown up and can't wait to prove it.

Zhang Haichao took the lead in ordering a beer, imitating the attitude of adults to clink glasses with the two brothers, "Come on, go back to the dormitory to sleep tonight, I'm not afraid that I won't get up tomorrow."

"I'll go back first if I have something to do." When the beer bottle was opened with a bang, Xiao Lang put on his strangely aesthetic big mask again, revealing only a pair of eyes, unable to see clearly.

Some people made a joke and wanted to stop people from drinking, Su Mianyang said at the right time, "Slow down on the road."

Xiao Lang took a look at him, and the black lotus said in a cold tone, "Drink less, or it will be another review if you get caught by Mr. Liu tomorrow."

Su Mianyang shook her hand and almost threw the cup away.

In fact, Su Mianyang doesn't like drinking. He was coaxed by Mr. Su to drink a sip of liquor when he was a child, and he has been black all his life.

It's just that the people on the table are all old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time. Although there are a few people who share the same dormitory with him in name, they can't meet them in normal commuting. Today is a rare day off. Later, he refused the refill on the grounds of alcohol allergy, and sat with the big guys until the last part of the dinner.

When he took out his mobile phone to check the time, Su Mianyang found a red envelope message from "Answer" on Penguin. He thought it was a little funny, so he ignored it as if he didn't see it.

It is difficult for young people to think carefully about things, so when Su Mianyang woke up the next day, he found that after he had a hangover and slept through most of the mathematics class, the first thought in his mind was that he was finished.

After waking up the roommates in the next dormitory who were still meeting Duke Zhou, several of them ran towards the classroom in a hurry. Before entering the door, they saw Lao Liu standing on the podium with a bad face and speaking the monthly exam papers. They happened to collide with the guns .

"Report." Su Mianyang walked into the classroom first.

"Get out!" Old Liu was so angry that he pointed at the door and yelled at him.

"Oh." Su Mianyang exited the classroom and closed the door, staring at the others.

"Brother Yang, what are we going to do with Lao Liu's class?" Zhang Haichao rubbed his forehead worriedly.

Skipping class was not a big deal, and Su Mianyang was never afraid of being punished to write a self-criticism, but being caught by Lao Liu was different, after all, it was the woman who was honored as Miejue Shitai.

Lao Liu would punish them to run on the playground, memorize mathematical theorems while running, and finally write a 1000-word article praising mathematics, which can be called insane, horrific and terrifying.

"You guys think about the reason why you have to be absent from work. Anyway, I was going to say that I was sick and caught a cold, and I happened to have a stuffy nose after drinking." Su Mianyang responded nonchalantly. It's easy.

Before we could make an agreement here, Lao Liu came out of the classroom, "You guys, what's going on?"

"Mr. Liu, I'm sick! I have a cold... I went to get some medicine." Zhang Haichao answered first.

"Ms. Liu! I also caught a cold just in the morning." The fat man followed closely.

"I...me too..."

Su Mianyang, who was robbed of his words by several people, suddenly had nothing to say.

Such an unchanging lie is too easy to expose, and Lao Liu finally looked at Su Mianyang with a more mocking expression, "You have a cold too?"

"No, student, I remember what you said, Teacher Liu, to be a human being should help each other, respect the old and love the young."

Su Mianyang looked at the others without blushing and said, "I woke up this morning and found that they all had a cold. As the head of the dormitory, I sent them to the hospital."

The scene was once very strange.

Liu Juan was about to be laughed out of anger, "Look at you guys, let's not talk about skipping classes, even the reasons for skipping classes are made up the same, and the whole dormitory catches a cold together? You have made me blind to my talent in learning , do you even have such a lack of imagination? There is no end to this, let me tell you..."

"Report," Xiao Lang's cold voice appeared in time, interrupting what Liu Juan was about to say, "Teacher Liu."

Liu Juan was very surprised by Xiao Lang's sudden appearance. She quickly adjusted her mood, so that she would not look so groggy in front of this transfer student, "What's wrong?"

"I can prove that what student Su Mianyang said is not false. On the way to school, these students are not feeling well and need to go to the hospital. I asked one more question, but student Su said that he didn't want to delay my school time, so he let me go back to the classroom first. .”

When Xiao Lang talked to Liu Juan, he didn't show any extra emotions, his expression was as usual and his tone was steady as if he was stating the facts. If it wasn't for Su Mianyang's conviction that he was still lying in bed 10 minutes ago, he would have believed it.

No one would doubt a serious-looking academic bully. After hearing Xiao Lang's words, Liu Juan was a little surprised, and her original unwavering attitude changed. "It's not realistic for the whole dormitory to catch a cold, right?"

"The weather is cold now, and the common cold is very serious. You can catch it even by sneezing." Xiao Lang looked at Liu Juan seriously. "The dormitory is a closed space, which is quite normal."

"That can't just be like this overnight?" Liu Juan still had doubts.

"Second year of high school is stressful, and it's the period of preparing for the entrance exam. It's normal to study too hard and cause a sharp decline in physical strength." Xiao Lang frowned slightly and looked at the group of people behind Liu Juan, who immediately coughed in coordination.

"..." Liu Juan was at a loss for words. Xiao Lang's expression did not seem to be fake, and she looked at the students beside her who "studied too hard and their physical strength dropped sharply".

Although intellectually he didn't believe that they would be such students, Xiao Lang had absolutely no reason to lie to her. After a short thought, Liu Juan didn't bother to investigate further, and waved her hand to signal that this was the end, and let them all go back to the classroom.

After returning to his seat, Zhang Haichao gave Xiao Lang a thumbs up, "Awesome brother Xiao, based on today's incident, I unilaterally declare that we are half-brothers. By the way, how do you know that we are the same as you?" Did Lao Liu say that the whole dormitory caught a cold?"

"It's calculated by probability." In fact, they stood by the window and confronted Liu Juan. Su Mianyang and Zhang Haichao were both at the same table. As long as Xiao Lang moved his seat two places inward, he could hear Liu Juan's voice. He made no secret of his angry voice.

"Can the probability even be calculated?" Zhang Haichao expressed disbelief, expressing that he had been hit.

Seeing Zhang Haichao's stunned look, Su Mianyang couldn't help but curled his lips. He leaned back against the wall calmly, looking forward casually.

From this angle, Xiao Lang's eyes are right in the center of his line of sight. The amber pupils shine brightly under the natural light, reminding him of the bright eyes described in the book.

He doesn't believe a single word of this statement.

After several times of contact, Su Mianyang has become familiar with the behavior and handling of this city's first high school legend. Sao is really sao, and his ability to choke people and lie is as beautiful as his grades.

However, he did have something he wanted to ask Xiao Lang. Seeing that Lao Liu had already entered the classroom, it was obviously inappropriate to make a blatant conversation at this time. He thought about it, wrote a note, and slid it from his desk to Zhang Haichao and passed it on. Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang opened the note, and there was only one sentence in it: "You and Lao Liu are just too tough, and she will believe your words?"

"If Mr. Liu goes to the guard to ask for verification, I will write a review with you." Xiao Lang passed the note back to Su Mianyang in the same way, "This time for dinner, it's even."

"You are really outstanding." Su Mianyang replied.

Zhang Haichao, who sat in the middle and watched the two pass notes back and forth, couldn't hold back anymore. He patted Su Mianyang on the shoulder and said, "Why don't we switch seats after class? You two sit together and have a good chat?"

Su Mianyang smiled, "Since you have said so, then I will not be polite."

Zhang Haichao was furious: "Come here, kill me to cheer them up."

Hearing this, Liu Xiaodao turned his head and pushed him on the table, "That's it."

"My day..."

For high school, the days when time goes by quickly must be during the test preparation period. If there is a time that comes faster than the test time, it is the day when the results are released.

This is also one of the most active times for the whole class. The grades of Class [-] are erratic, and it is uncertain who will take the crown. Whenever the grades are due, there will always be a group of people guessing who will be the first.

As the first student in Class [-] to get access to the grades, monitor Jiang Yu rushed back to the class after learning the grades from the office. He stood on the podium and cleared his throat, causing most of the eyes of the class to focus on him body.

"Students! The grades are out! Guess what is the highest score in our class this time? Guess higher, it's too low."

Jiang Yu has a good personality and outstanding ability in grades and affairs. Basically everyone in the class admires him. He also knows that he is a high-achieving student. He has seen all kinds of storms and waves. As soon as these words came out, the whole class erupted.

"600 can't be higher, our school has never given a high score." Chen Dong, the black skin in the front row, pushed his glasses.

"Be bold and guess 750 if you want."

"I'm guessing 760, maybe it's the same as the one written in the novel, and the full score for handing in the paper in advance adds [-] points?" Zhu Yanyan, the sports committee, interjected.

"..."

Even though everyone gave one answer after another, and the highest score from the initial prediction slowly climbed up, Jiang Yu shook his head one after another after listening to it, denying all the answers.

"Squad leader, don't be foolish, let's talk quickly." Zhang Haichao, a study committee member, can't learn anything, and the only enthusiasm he shows in learning is the detection of the highest score.

"Then I'll just say it straight. Don't be intimidated." Jiang Yu cleared his throat again, and uttered a sentence under the burning eyes, "Zhou Wenhao's 610."

When hearing the score, the whole class fell into a weird silence, and screams filled the small classroom two seconds later.

"Damn it! 610? Zhou Wenhao's score is too high. He is indeed the representative of the class taught by Lao Liu. If I can get this score, my mother will probably pull a banner for me in the community."

"If you practice this score again, you will definitely have it in any school you want to go to next year."

Zhang Haichao expressed his shock as a 24K pure scumbag. He stared at Zhou Wenhao.

On weekdays, Zhou Wenhao spent a lot of time studying, but he was indeed not a talented player. Liu Juan had repeatedly pointed out the ups and downs of his grades as a negative teaching material, so when he heard the news, Zhang Haichao was full of disbelief ,"seriously?"

"Chao, don't rush to envy, your grades are similar to Zhou Wenhao's," Jiang Yu smiled, and said the second half of the sentence under Zhang Haichao's expectant eyes, "Your English is 61, which is a zero less than others. "

"I fucking..."

Zhou Wenhao has become the most eye-catching presence in the class. As a school with ordinary teachers, No. 600 Middle School can boast for a long time with a score of 10, not to mention an extra score of [-] points. Ben respects and fears.

Zhou Wenhao was an unstable type of student, his grades fluctuated from high to low, and his teachers gave different praises and criticisms, but no matter how he said it, his grades this time were really good, setting a new record high in this class.

Probably because of this, Zhou Wenhao, who has always been taciturn, seldom smiled, and his back was straighter than usual, allowing a few people with good relationships to grab him for European air.