After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

(Osamu)

No.40 who wants to divorce for six days.

On Sunday night, the guests were summoned by the program group to gather in the meeting room.

The director stood at the end of the long table with a deep furrow between his brows.

"It's still a week..." The director said solemnly, "How is everyone's review going..."

"Others are fine, Latin is really too difficult." Shen Weizhou said.

For the first time, Du Yueling also agreed with her friend's words: "This grammar is simply not learned by humans."

"On the day of the exam, we will use the form of live broadcast, and the whole process will be broadcast live on domestic and BBD TV stations in our country. Therefore, everyone cheers up, success or failure depends on it."

The guests looked at each other.

Suddenly tense up.

"By the way, the flag-raising ceremony will be held tomorrow morning, everyone must not be late." The director said.

"Flag-raising ceremony? British flag?" Shen Yi frowned, "Can I not participate?"

"No, it's from our country. The British don't have a flag-raising ceremony, but for the sake of learning, Adran also specially prepared a flag-raising ceremony on Monday. We will raise our own, and don't care about others."

After the director finished the task, the guests returned to the dormitory.

An Rao took out his Latin textbook and turned on the desk lamp.

Chu Guannan came out of the shower, wiped his hair, and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"For a while, I haven't reviewed it after playing for two days, so I didn't study well."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the gentle voice of the housekeeper's wife came: "It's time to turn off the lights, children, go to bed early, and be careful to enter the small dark room late."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "pop", and the world fell into darkness.

Power went off again.

An Rao groped in the dark to find the flashlight from the drawer, and got into bed with the book in his arms.

It was stuffy and hot in the bed, and he got out from time to time to change the air, and then covered the quilt to continue studying.

The small words twisted like earthworms were densely coiled in front of his eyes, and a feeling of nausea flooded his cerebral cortex.

An Rao covered his eyes and arched into the pillow.

……

When he woke up, he was pillowed on a book, with Latin ink on his face.

"Wake up, kids, a beautiful day has begun." The housekeeper pushed the door open and walked in. He opened the closet and helped the students take out their uniforms and hung them on the bedside.

An Rao got up in a daze, dazed for a few seconds, then suddenly took a deep breath, and his whole body was filled with fresh blood.

After washing up quickly, he put on his shirt, smoothed out the wrinkles, skillfully tied his tie and put on his vest. Finally, he wrapped his upper body with a neat uniform, capable and delicate.

According to the guidance of the program group, the guests came to the large playground in front of the teaching building.

Many students from our school have already come here. They are looking at the flag-raising platform in front of them curiously, frowning and smiling, whispering to each other, shaking their heads and shrugging their shoulders, as if they don't know what to do next.

The principal also changed into a brand new suit, walked up to the students with his head held high, and raised the microphone:

"Students, in China, they hold a flag-raising ceremony every Monday morning since elementary school. This is an activity that can greatly enhance national pride and patriotism. It is very educational, so I call everyone here. It is also to imitate them and hold a flag-raising ceremony."

After all, the principal raised his hand, and the students consciously stood in a few rows.

The program team and the BBD cameraman trotted all the way to the side of the eight guests, and the camera was aimed at everyone's face.

Holding the neatly folded national flag, the director and producer strode to the flag-raising stand to hang the national flag.

Their faces were full of solemnity and solemnity.

Immediately, the staff nodded towards the control room behind.

The music sounded slowly.

The guests have listened to this song countless times since they were young, and even the security guards in the community will play this song to strengthen their courage when they patrol at night, so that they don’t feel much after listening to it too much.

But today, standing on the territory of Great Britain, this familiar song sounded. In an instant, the mood soared into the sky, and the eyes of the guests were moistened by the strong emotion that broke out.

The director raised his hand, and the red national flag flew into the sky in an instant. With the pull of the rope, it slowly rose to the rhythm of the song.

An Rao raised his hand to cover his left chest.

Blocking the Yardland School logo on the school uniform.

"Oh...that's so stupid." The student next to Adlan couldn't help laughing secretly.

"What is this doing? It's really funny."

The principal frowned, raised his hand and made a "shut up" gesture to these students.

The music gradually subsided, and suddenly, there was warm applause.

The seven guests raised their hands and applauded together.

Lin Jingxi was stunned for a moment, and quickly raised his hands to follow suit.

"Raising the national flag is a very solemn activity, and I hope my students will take it seriously." The principal said, raising his hand.

The music sounded again, and the white Mizi flag had been hung under the flagpole long ago. There were no flag raisers and flag guards, and the national flag slowly rose with the electric flagpole.

Among the students in Adran, only a handful of students looked at the national flag seriously.

For the rest, some looked into the distance, some scratched their heads and ears, and some chewed gum.

"Pfft—" a big bubble was blown.

An Rao suddenly remembered the scene he saw on the streets of London yesterday.

A little boy who looked only four or five years old followed his mother on a scooter. There was a white Mizi flag planted by the side of the road. The little boy kicked his legs and followed the scooter for a long distance, then suddenly fell back.

He pulled out the national flag and threw it on the ground, and then rode away on a scooter. The wheels of the scooter ran over the national flag, leaving a dirty string of patterns.

And his mother, a fashionable woman in a work T-shirt, just waited for him silently, without saying a word.

When the music ended, only the headmaster burst into tears, and the students began to whisper impatiently.

The headmaster looked back at them, tightened his fingers, and said sharply after a while, "You guys have let me down so much!"

A week flies by as the calendar is torn out one by one.

The night before the exam, An Rao lay on the bed and baked big cakes.

From the opposite side came Chu Guannan's steady and rhythmic breathing.

He has such a big heart that he can fall asleep.

An Rao sat up slowly, looking at the bright moon outside the window.

He gently lifted the quilt, got out of bed with bare feet, picked up the shoes from the door, pressed the doorknob, and opened the dormitory door slowly and carefully.

He poked his head out and glanced.

The hallway was pitch black.

It's three o'clock in the morning, and the housekeeper's wife should have gone to bed.

An Rao put on his shoes, tiptoed to the door of the dormitory next door, and knocked lightly on the door.

After a long time, a low voice came from inside the door asking, "Who is it?"

An Rao said in a breathy voice, "It's me."

The next moment, the door slammed open.

Isidor was wearing pajamas, his hair was slightly messy, his sword eyebrows were raised, and his face was full of disbelief: "Why are you here?"

Isidore's roommate asked in a hoarse voice, "Who, don't sleep..."

He gently closed the door and looked at An Rao: "What do you need from me?"

An Rao nodded: "I'm sorry to bother you, but can I borrow your car keys, any one is fine."

Isidor tilted his head in doubt: "Why did you suddenly borrow the key?"

An Rao scratched his cheek and smiled embarrassedly: "Yes, there is something."

Isidor glanced over him, and suddenly realized: "Understood, I will accompany you there."

"No, you have a good rest, you have an exam tomorrow."

Isidor couldn't help saying, went into the dormitory and took a few keys out, and put on a cardigan jacket casually: "It happens that I can't sleep either, so go out and relax."

An Rao didn't dare.

The school rules clearly stipulate that one cannot go out after the lights are turned off. It is a minor matter for him to be caught. If Isidor is imprisoned and locked up in a small dark room, his conscience will feel bad.

Seeing An Rao's melancholy expression, Isidore leaned over to get in front of him, and twirled the car key around his index finger: "If you don't leave, I won't be responsible if the housekeeper finds out."

An Rao is helpless.

The two bent over like thieves and moved to the door of the dormitory.

The dormitory manager's room was still lit with a small desk lamp, and there was a loud snoring sound from inside.

Along the corner, the two came to the door and gently pressed the doorknob——

"It's so exciting, it's the first time I've done this kind of thing."

On the moonlit path, Isidor patted his chest and said.

"Sorry for disturbing your sleep." An Rao said guiltily.

Isidore lit up the flashlight in his hand, and followed the beam of light to look into the distance: "It's okay, if I can help you, it will also make me feel better."

"One size fits one size." An Rao smiled.

When the two came to the bottom of the building, Isidor randomly pressed the door lock of a car, opened the door, and handed the key to An Rao.

"Let's practice." Holding the flashlight, he walked to the side of the high-walled flower bed, sat on the stone wall of the flower bed, and shone the flashlight on An Rao.

An Rao put on his gloves, took out the toolbox, and recalled the method Isidor taught him to open the hood.

Tomorrow is the exam, and elective courses will also be included in the assessment results. Everything else is easy to say, but this is the only one that cannot be memorized by rote memorization without practice.

He carefully observed the interior structure of the car, tried to remove the screws with a wrench, and wrote and drew on the paper while removing them.

Suddenly, the light turned and shone elsewhere.

An Rao turned his head and saw Isidor leaning against the wall with his arms folded, his golden head slightly lowered and his eyes closed.

The flashlight rolled around on the ground and into the grass.

The child must be tired after a day of class. I knew that no matter what he said, he should not be taken out.

An Rao walked over gently, took off his coat and covered Isidor, picked up the flashlight from the ground, picked up two stones and put them on the stone wall of the flower bed, and fixed the flashlight.

"Crack!" The flashlight rolled into the grass again.

An Rao was startled, and looked at Isidor.

A slight snore came from his nose.

It's okay, it didn't wake him up.

An Rao squatted down, stretched his arms to pick up the flashlight, and checked where it should be placed.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and took the flashlight.

-

Don't act in horror movies at night, okay?

He sucked in a breath of cold air, and slowly turned his head in fear.

A face as indifferent as frost, with a hint of tiredness in his eyes.

"Old, husband?" An Rao blinked and moved closer.

Why is Chu Guannan here?How did he find it here?He wouldn't want to report him for violating school rules.

"I don't see you when I open my eyes." Chu Guannan slowly sat down beside Isiduo.

The unmanaged hair hangs down limply, and the thin bangs cover half of the eyes.

An Rao showed a few white teeth, and his eyes were crescent-shaped: "I'm worried that I won't pass the exam, so I'll practice again. You're here, so take Isidor back, he's easy to choke when he sleeps like this."

Chu Guannan lowered his eyes, and played with the flashlight with his slender fingers: "You go to practice, I will accompany you here."

"No need to accompany you, go back to sleep."

Chu Guannan raised his eyes sharply, "Go and practice."

"You mean me?" An Rao looked at him in disbelief.

Chu Guannan closed his eyes and sighed slowly: "Go to practice, I want to accompany you."

An Rao immediately smiled on his face: "Okay, then you have to hold up the flashlight."

During the disassembly process, An Rao casually glanced to the side.

Isidor had already fallen asleep completely, with his head resting on Chu Guannan's shoulder, snoring loudly.

Chu Guannan half-closed his eyes and turned his head to one side.

Dislike radiated through the eyes.

"Chirp chirp chirp!" came the cheerful cry of the bird.

There was a fish belly white in the sky.

An Rao glanced at his watch, it was already five o'clock.

Isidor took a sharp breath, then opened his eyes sleepily.

He raised his eyes and saw Chu Guannan's handsome profile.

? ?

He slowly straightened up and looked around in confusion.

Why would he sleep on top of this guy?

gross.

When he raised his eyes, he saw An Rao closing the hood with a bang.

Isidore walked quickly to An Rao, his eyes flicked over Chu Guannan from time to time: "I'm sorry I fell asleep, why is he here? Did you call him here?"

An Rao took off his gloves and smiled sweetly like a berry just picked from a tree: "No, no matter where I go, my husband will find me."

Isidor wiped the corners of his mouth and lowered his head.

The three of them hurried back to the dormitory under the gray sky in the early morning.

An Rao is already very sleepy at the moment, and will have to get up after sleeping for at most two hours.

As soon as they reached the door of the dormitory, the three of them stopped.

The drowsiness dissipated in an instant, and fear and uneasiness flooded my heart.

The originally gentle and kind Mrs. Dorm was standing in front of the dormitory with her hands behind her back, her face seemed to have a layer of frost.

"You..." She narrowed her eyes and looked at the three of them who were still in their pajamas.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I want to practice elective courses again, so I dragged them to accompany me. It has nothing to do with them. If you want to punish me, please punish me." An Rao bowed and quickly admitted his mistake.

Mrs. Sherman's sharp eyes flicked across him, and her eyes stopped on the mottled engine oil stains on his neckline.

"No, we went there on our own initiative, and we also want to take this opportunity to practice and prepare for the exam." Isidore and Chu Guannan said almost in unison.

Mrs. Sherman folded her arms and nodded her arms with her fingers.

After a while, she turned around and said, "Go in, you can still sleep for two hours."

An Rao froze for a moment, craned his neck to see her expression clearly.

"Aren't we going to be punished?"

Mrs. Sheguan put her hands behind her back and said casually, "Go in quickly, I don't see anything."

The three of them looked at each other, and immediately walked around her and entered the dormitory, saying thank you a few times.

"No teacher would physically punish a student who sacrificed sleep time for studying." The housekeeper said quietly, "Come on."

"Wake up kids, today is also a good day!"

Mrs. Housekeeper's enthusiastic voice filled the corridor.

An Rao opened his eyes in a daze, the white of the ceiling made his eyes sore.

He sat up in a daze, put on his clothes and tie with his eyes closed.

"Did you wake up?" Chu Guannan put on his clothes and walked to him, looking down into his eyes.

There was a faint cyan in the fundus of the eyes, and his face was also ugly, as pale as snow.

An Rao nodded, patted his face to try to wake himself up.

Chu Guannan squatted down, pressed his temples with both hands and massaged gently: "Baby, cheer up."

An Rao: ...

-

Baby? !

He opened his eyes suddenly.

How did this person say the word "baby" with such an indifferent face!

I was a little nauseated when I didn't wake up, but now I can jump three meters high overnight.

I'm refreshed, I'm really refreshed now, and it's no problem to run five kilometers on the playground.

An Rao quickly put on his clothes, got out of Chu Guannan's hand and went straight to the bathroom.

Early in the morning, BBD TV station appeared at the gate of Adland, and the staff ran to fly with the camera on their shoulders.

The teachers also put on their formal attire, walking towards the teaching building like an army.

The "You Are My Answer" program group and the BBD program group started the official online live broadcast, and put this education battle between the East and the West on the homepage of Twitter, Facebook, Weibo and other platforms.

The number of online viewers in the two live broadcast rooms is about the same, and both are rising at a terrifying speed.

Some good people even put up a bet on Twitter.

Blue represents Western education and red represents Eastern education.

The blue value bar is more than twice as long as the red value bar. At this time, the odds are as high as 1:50, and most people are betting on the UK to win.

At the beginning of the live broadcast, the teachers are first asked to talk about their views on education in the two countries.

After the camera was set up, the blond female teacher in a professional skirt walked into the interview room gracefully. She sat there with an imposing manner, with a proud and confident face on her face:

"I can be 100% sure that Adland's century-old elite education has always been at the top of the world, and no one has been able to compete with it for so many years. It has the most perfect teaching system, fully explores the shining points of each student and uses it to This is the basis for high-level training, so we have cultivated many outstanding talents, for example, the current prime minister is from our school."

She raised her hand and gestured twice above her head.

The barrage in the BBD live broadcast room was instantaneous:

[The century-old education system has been optimized from generation to generation, and it is not comparable to those small countries. 】

[Adlan will win!Western education will win!Teach them to be human!Overreaching. 】

[Don't talk about Adran, any school in the UK will beat them. 】

[I heard that they have classes until ten o'clock in the evening, my God, I can't imagine it. 】

The barrage in the "Answer" live broadcast room is not to be outdone:

[Their junior high school is still learning our primary school mathematics course, how can they compare with us. 】

[They train the elite, we train the people of the whole country! 】

[Oriental education will win!Five three must win! 】

The female teacher went out, and another gray-haired male teacher came in.

Moderator: "Please talk about your views on Eastern education."

The male teacher smiled, with a trace of disdain floating on the corner of his mouth: "Oriental education uses constant repetition and memorization to input knowledge. This is a very old education method. It ignores the characteristics of each student's own existence. It is commonly known as driving ducks to shelves. So I don't agree with that approach."

BBD Live Room:

【It’s too inhumane. Students don’t have any freedom. I heard that their laws still have the death penalty. Shouldn’t those who make mistakes be given a chance to correct themselves? 】

[What is the difference between learning ten points and the death penalty. 】

[There is an Asian in my class. He said that the suicide rate of high school students in Asia is the highest in the world. This is a lot of pressure. Fortunately, I was born in the UK, thank you Jesus. 】

Because it is a live broadcast, both parties can see the barrage on the opposite side.

Audiences with better English immediately became popular.

[Don't tell me that the death penalty is inhumane. Is it humane for those victims who were murdered to the point of ruining their families to see the murderer continue to get away with it? 】

[Yes, we do have a high suicide rate, but we are also the country that produces the most noble children from poor families. It is truly humane to select talents through fair competition! 】

[There is nothing to brag about the serious stratification of British education. Think about the social problems that have been caused by this educational mechanism. 】

Eight guests stood outside the examination room, and standing next to them were the elites among the eight elites carefully selected by Adran.

Today, they are going to fight the super elites.

Isidore was among them.

He looked at An Rao and asked softly, "Are you ready?"

An Rao took a deep breath and nodded.

"Come on." Isidore smiled lightly.

When the camera was aimed at the sixteen students who took the test, the bullet chatter boiled over:

[Forgive me!You have to work hard!Win mom to buy you a plane ticket to Nepal! 】

【Great God Chu is so pretty!This uniform is so pretty! 】

[Xi Bao is very pregnant!Can't lose must not lose! 】

【Xiaoci, you are the best! 】

The 16 people were divided into two teams and entered the examination room.

The examination room is full of cameramen, distributed in every corner.

After the students found their own tables and sat down, the invigilator glanced at his watch.

"The first test is a math test. The test time is 10 and [-] minutes, and the bell is used to answer the questions."

As soon as the words fell, Adlan's students took out... calculators from their file bags.

Some students input 12×12 into the calculator, their fingers are flying fast, and they are doing the final exercise.

As the bell rang, the invigilator passed by and distributed test papers to each student.

An Rao took the test paper and glanced at it.

He majored in fine arts in college and didn't need to take math exams, and he forgot all his knowledge. At first glance, he was a little confused.

The bell rang again, and the student from Adland next door had already picked up the pen, and his fingers were swipe across the calculator at a speed like a ruthless typing machine.

An Rao calmed down and looked at the first question.

[Please choose the correct answer below: 1/4+2/8=? 】

……

The second question: "Please calculate the circumference of a circle with a radius of 12cm."

……

Is this serious?

If any of the guests on their side can't, just grab the soup and forget it.

He raised his head and looked at Chu Guannan in the front seat.

Chu Guannan only took a few seconds to read the questions and think for a few seconds each time, and chose the answer to a question in only half a minute.

The camera flicked across everyone's test papers, and the barrage suddenly filled:

[This is too simple, I remember how to do the questions in elementary school and junior high school four or five years after I graduated from university. 】

【hhhh So far, Brother Nan is right. 】

[Shen Weizhou goes back to check the fourth question! ! 】

【We are all right now. 】

BBD barrage:

[They don't use calculators? 】

[The other side is so arrogant, look what they are talking about, junior high school questions? 】

[I have to say, they did the questions very quickly, and they have already written the big questions. 】

[I can fool me casually. 】

The last big question is to stack several triangles together. The title: "Change AB=BC in ABC to AB≠BC, and other conditions remain the same. When finding the degree of α, one or two conclusions in the figure are fully established."

This kind of question was mentioned by the teacher in junior high school. He even listed three methods of proof and wrote it on the blackboard for students to memorize.

Carrying on the back, suddenly it is more familiar than memorizing my name.

The students in Adran next door also slowly wrote the big questions. They straightened up and folded their arms, closed their eyes and meditated, some of them frowned, and their fingers were pointing helplessly on the calculator.

An Rao shook his head, and the tip of the pen quickly slid across the test paper.

[I still need to think about it?I have memorized it all. 】

[It turns out that memorizing it by rote is useful. 】

The last period fell, and the end of the exam bell rang impressively.

After the paper was collected, An Rao poked Chu Guannan: "What's your answer to the last question?"

"25 degrees."

An Rao: ...

Isn't it 35 degrees?

"How much do you write?" Chu Guannan asked.

"I wrote 35..."

"Well, that's right." Chu Guannan put away the test equipment and stood up.

An Rao grabbed his hand immediately: "Don't you say 25, how can you be sure that I'm right."

"Because 25 degrees is my nonsense."

……

"You, you will bully me." An Rao grabbed Chu Guannan's sleeve and tugged hard twice.

He thought that he really made a mistake, and almost asked the teacher to return the paper and rewrite it.

Chu Guannan gently touched his head with the file bag: "Calm down, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, there are three games left."

The barrage is full of joy:

[Hahaha Brother Nan is teasing his wife again, he died of necrosis. 】

[Wuwuwu, my wife is scared, my wife is not afraid, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, just do your best. 】

【Didn't you realize that this is the first time Brother Nan... teased others. 】

【Found! KSL!Isn't such a funny way afraid that his wife won't let him in tonight? 】

【Where to go (funny)】

[That little hole hahaha, can that be said? 】

The student from Yadlan next door lowered his head. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the relaxed faces of the eight guests next to him. They gathered together to discuss in a low voice, with gloom all over their faces.

"What should I do, I feel that this time the question is difficult, but they seem to be very happy..."

"Don't worry, maths is our weakness, but they can't laugh at other subjects."

The tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and An Rao slowly put his head on the table.

A little sleepy.

The eyes are sore and sore.

The next one is British Classics.

As soon as the test paper was handed out, An Rao fell headfirst on the table when he saw the earthworm-like letters on the whole paper.

No matter how many times I watch it, I feel dizzy.

The math test took a lot of energy just now, and I only slept for two hours, but now I can't wait to catch up with the table directly.

The student next to him let out a confident laugh.

So easy!

An Rao looked at the test paper, his head became more and more confused, and his sleepiness became stronger and stronger.

[In 1640, the British bourgeois revolution was also called: ? 】

what is it then……

My head hurts.

go to bed?

No no no, the answer isn't sleep, it's that he needs sleep...

An Rao slowly lay down on the table, and the fountain pen in his hand fell to the table with a clatter.

There is this question in the book, I have memorized it before, but...

Really sleepy, everything in front of me gradually became blurred.

Hearing the movement, the invigilator's gaze shot over like an X-ray.

An Rao took several deep breaths and straightened his back, but it didn't seem to help.

Shooting, staying up late, and studying made him suffer from internal friction, and he couldn't even feel sleepy or tired.

After thinking for a long time, he slowly raised his hand.

For a moment, all eyes in the examination room looked at him in unison.

The invigilator hurried over and asked in surprise, "What's the problem?"

An Rao shook his head: "No problem, but can you allow me to answer the question standing up?"

The examiner was even more surprised. Where he stood, wouldn't everything written by others be seen clearly?

"Sorry teacher, I didn't have a good rest last night, and my mind is not clear now. If you are worried, you can let me stand in front of you and write." An Rao probably saw the teacher's hesitation, and explained.

The two invigilators looked at each other and discussed something quietly together.

They feel that even if they pull people to the playground to write about the level, it is not enough to compete with the students of Adland.

"OK, you are allowed to answer while standing." The examiner spread his hands and pointed to the podium, "Please."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, An Rao stood on the podium holding the paper.

When he looked up, the students below all stared at him curiously.

No time to worry too much, just write.

The barrage flew across:

[An SJ is grandstanding here again?It really hurts not to show him the camera, right? 】

[How about showing off a good student character, who doesn't know the art he took back then. 】

[Everyone, don't expect too much from this kind of Jiu Leyu. After studying well, he can study art, isn't it just a shortcut to college entrance examination. 】

[So this is Eastern education?Go to the podium to do questions?Haha, I've seen you for a long time. 】

【Haha I find it a little cute for no reason. 】

"Tick tock, tick tock" the second hand jumps rapidly.

The hour hand went from ten to eleven.

Sure enough, as I thought, the teacher of classical history has nothing but bragging, and he has never explained any of the questions on the test paper. Apart from relying on racing against time during meals and speeding up review, at the cost of two hours in a dark room, is there any other way? .

The questions of classical history are not difficult, they are all based on rote knowledge, and the questions are not set up with various choices traps like domestic teachers.

I wasted some time just now because of poor spirits, and there are still 10 minutes left, but I haven't written the last few big discussion topics.

An Rao closed his eyes again, and took a minute to regain his energy.

【He won't go to sleep again, Jiu Leu Yu is Jiu Leu Yu. 】

【Can you shut up now?I didn't sleep well last night, closed my eyes and rested my mind, what happened. 】

[Hehehe, look at the time, the paper will be closed in 9 minutes. 】

When I opened my eyes again, the nib of the pen quickly slid across the paper and almost wiped out sparks. This exam not only tests the mastery of British history, but also tests the mastery of English.

A few guests with poor English simply gave up and wrote the sentence "Today, iamverysad."

"Jingle Bell--"

As the rewinding bell rang, An Rao marked the last period on the test paper.

The teacher asked all to stop writing, and began to collect papers from the special examinee on the podium.

The paper was collected, but An Rao was still sitting there.

Splitting headache.

Lin Jingxi sighed heavily when passing by, walked to An Rao and said in a low voice, "You really know how to make a fool of yourself, and you really tried everything to show your hard work."

An Rao glanced at him.

This person doesn't even bother to pretend now, does he?

A student from Adrian passed by, walked back a few steps and then backed away.

He smiled and patted An Rao's shoulder: "Thank you for providing us with a relaxing performance."

relax show...

Isidore rubbed his nose, and casually pushed the student away from An Rao.

Looking at his cloudy face, Isidor committed himself to put on a smiling face: "Don't think too much, eat a good lunch and take a good rest, there are two games in the afternoon, come on."

……

An Rao sat on the playground, the breeze blowing away his fine hair.

With his head down, the shadow at his feet stretched obliquely.

Suddenly, his cheeks became hot.

Turning around, a hand holding a can of hot milk stopped aside.

Looking along, Chu Guannan's indifferent face was hidden in the backlight, and it was unclear.

An Rao lowered his head and didn't move.

Chu Guannan sat down beside him, pulled off the ring and handed it to him, and looked at the students who were playing hockey on the playground.

"Aren't you going to sleep? There is an exam in the afternoon." He said in a low voice.

An Rao shook his head, he was very sleepy at the time, but once he passed that point, his mind was fully mobilized, and he lost sleepiness for no reason.

"I see, you think the desk in the examination room is more comfortable to sleep on." Chu Guannan smiled slightly.

An Rao glared at him, his eyes slightly red.

Chu Guannan froze for a moment, and slowly put down the coffee that had just been brought to his mouth.

He stroked the coffee can, and secretly glanced at An Rao from the corner of his eye.

After a while, he took out chocolates from his pocket and handed them over: "I didn't eat lunch, are you hungry?"

"I do not want to eat."

"Care about this exam?"

An Rao only felt a sore nose.

He raised his head, his vision blurred.

"Drowsy in the exam room." An Rao lowered his head and covered his eyes with his fingers, "I'm afraid it will cause bad influence."

Chu Guannan stared quietly into the distance for a long time, then said softly: "You have tried your best to remedy it, and this is enough."

An Rao sniffed and lowered his head even lower.

"It's normal for everyone to feel tired. Those who criticize you may not be as good as you."

An Rao clenched his fingers, and after a long time he got up and fell into Chu Guannan's arms, wrapping his arms around his waist: "Husband..."

Chu Guannan tore open the chocolate package and brought it to An Rao's mouth: "Eat something and have a good sleep."

An Rao nodded and took a bite of chocolate.

Bitterness melts on the tip of the tongue.

"There's no time, it's too far to go back to the dormitory."

Chu Guannan stroked his hair, slipped his fingertips to his neck, and pinched it twice: "Then sleep here."

An Rao hugged the chocolate and slowly closed his eyes.

Chu Guannan's arms are so wide, his chest is bulging like a memory pillow, more comfortable than a bed.

The first test in the afternoon is the Latin test, which is divided into two parts: listening and writing.

An Rao straightened his hair in front of the full-length mirror at the entrance of the examination room, fastened his tie, and smoothed out the wrinkles.

Lin Jingxi's face flashed behind him.

"An Rao, I beg you to cheer up this afternoon, don't embarrass the people of the country?"

An Rao glanced at him, ignoring him.

After entering the examination room, the invigilator gave everyone a pair of headphones.

Looking at the test paper in his hand, An Rao had a deep question in his heart:

Is Latin really difficult?

The whole world shakes their heads in pain when they mention it.

But compared with Chinese, it is too simple.

There are no definite articles, and there are only five types of grammar. Everyone defines it as "difficult" because there are too few documents, it is privatized by the Catholic Church, and its verb conjugation was once hailed as an "insurmountable gap."

When studying cultural classes in China, the teacher will repeatedly emphasize a word:

basis.

The foundation is like a foundation, and how many floors you want to build depends on how well the foundation is laid.

Listening begins.

The unintelligible words came from the earphones, and almost everyone frowned for a moment.

What is this? It's like some kind of spell, chattering.

An Rao listened quietly.

Can't understand.

But you can probably understand what you are asking through the words on the test paper.

If you don't understand, the only way is to extract keywords and rely on the answer based on the question.

An Adlan student next to him collapsed suddenly, shook his head and said, "OMG..."

Shen Weizhou, Du Yueling and the others simply stopped listening, and chose "C" in the listening selection part.

What is that formula?

Four short and one long choose the longest, and vice versa, choose C if the four have the same length.

Gu Muci also started counting soldiers and generals, whoever counts.

Qi Yan took ABCD turns.

Only An Rao, after listening to the pronunciation, began to extract keywords. If he could not even extract keywords, he would analyze possible answers based on the questions asked.

After listening, we finally came to the insurmountable gap - grammar writing.

Not only the candidates, but also the audience withered:

[Oh my god, I'm so dizzy, what is this? 】

[It's not fair, after all, Adlan's students have been studying for a long time, and the guests have only been there for two weeks.