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In the face of the big exam, No. 36 High School will not change its true character as a scumbag school.

Other classes should play ball, fight, pick up girls, and flirt.There are only five classes, who take turns reciting books in English, mathematics, English politics and history.

The school leaders were shocked. This kind of scene was unique in the history of No. 36 Middle School. Even on the way to the toilet, these children were chanting words. To find the displacement, use the speed formula..." The senior was so frightened that his face paled. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Class [-] is probably stuck on something dirty!

The teaching director privately found a feng shui master who set up a stall in the night market to go around twice. The master touched his chin and stood under the big red banner of socialist core values. His index finger and middle finger pointed towards the air, with an unfathomable expression on his face. Said: "This is the Wenqu star descending to earth!"

The director turned his mind, clapped his hands together, and suddenly realized, isn't the number one scholar Su Xing the same as Wenquxing? !

He turned around and reported the matter to the principal, and spared no effort to praise the principal for being wise and decisive, and the most primitive monetary reward really played a big role!

The headmaster was praised to the sky, his mouth was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, his golden teeth were gleaming, he patted his chest and said with emotion that he did not expect this Wenqu star to be picked by them in the 36th.

No one knows whether Su Xing is Wenquxing or not, anyway, He Chi's plan to win stars had to be shelved temporarily.

After memorizing books for more than a week in the dark, Li Lang and the others finally started to do the questions.

Although Zhou Jinyan is not very good at science, he is very good at subjects related to reciting. With a straight face, he checks the dictation word by word, and taps the palm of his hand with a ruler if he makes a mistake in punctuation.

A [-]-character five-character quatrain, including the poet's name, Li Lang made seven mistakes in total. Zhou Jinyan mercilessly hit him seven times with a small ruler.

In fact, it was just a small plastic ruler, and it was like playing around when you hit it on your hand, but Li Lang deliberately made an expression that was so painful that he wanted to poke his head away.

Zhou Jinyan was frightened, so he quickly tapped his hand with a small ruler, and said to himself in a daze, "Does it hurt?"

He glanced at Su Xing as if asking for help, Su Xing took out a steel ruler from his pen bag without any haste, and said, "I'll do it."

He tapped the edge of the coffee table twice with a steel ruler, making a crisp sound.

Behind Li Lang was Lu Mao, who swallowed his saliva looking at the steel ruler, turned his head and grabbed Zhou Jinyan's wrist, and issued a sincere invitation: "Xiao Zhou hit me! Hit me!"

Su Xing is mainly in charge of mathematics, physics and chemistry. He is much more relaxed than Zhou Jinyan. He will first explain a simple problem, and then write a few similar problems for them to do by themselves.

He Chi complained that if Su Xing really became a teacher in the future, he would definitely be the kind of teacher who is most loved by students and doesn't care about anything; if Su Xing was a sheep herder, he would lead the sheep out in the morning, and they would all run away in the afternoon .

Considering the learning level of Li Lang and the others, the questions given by Su Xing are very simple. The questions are basically just one sentence, and can be solved by using a formula. At this level, this group of guys still do it crookedly, and a question is difficult to solve. Fingers tangled for a long time.

However, memorizing the books for so long has somewhat helped.Ke Lele brought liberal arts thinking to the extreme, and wrote down all the formulas he could think of on the manuscript paper for the questions he couldn't do, and then looked at the questions, and used whichever conditions he could meet.

After finishing the ten physics questions, Su Xing can tell how they are doing at a glance. Generally speaking, there are more mistakes and fewer right ones, but it is much better than before making up lessons. At least there are no blank papers. A formula is there.

The last answer sheet was He Chi's. Su Xing glanced at it, a little surprised.

He Chi's scroll was very clean, unlike Li Lang and the others who had scribbled and altered it in a mess. He wrote a formula for each question, and then threw a number, which happened to be the correct answer.

Except for the last question which was a little more complicated, Su Xing added one more condition, one more step to get the final answer, and He Chi got all the other questions correct.

"How did you figure it out?" Su Xing asked.

"Let's set the formula," He Chi said, "Aren't these questions all set and accurate?"

"You make this one, and mark the parts you don't understand."

Su Xing found a set of physics test booklets from his schoolbag, and tore the acceleration one for him.

"What? Give me a small stove?"

He Chi leaned over with a smile.

Su Xing picked up Zhou Jinyan's small plastic ruler and tapped it on his forehead, saying coldly, "Do it quickly."

He Chi covered his head, with a happy face after being beaten, and sat down obediently: "Good teacher!"

Su Xing discovered that He Chi had a high sensitivity to numbers.

His Chinese and English are really bad. An article on reading comprehension asked "What kind of mood does the author express by describing the birch tree?" , I can’t remember it no matter how I recite it. Fortunately, English is mostly multiple-choice questions. He relied on Baidu’s set of “three long and one short, choose short, three short and one long, choose long. Two long and two short, choose B. There are no differences. Qi C is invincible. Mainly Mongolian, supplemented by copying; combination of Mongolian and copying, you must pass" the formula can also be mixed up.

But he is really keen on numbers, especially physics, and he can understand it without talking a little bit. As long as you explain all the questions to him thoroughly, he can draw inferences about similar topics and draw inferences by analogy.

Helplessly, He Chi's foundation is really poor, he has no clue about many basic knowledge that should be mastered in junior high school.

"What have you been doing for the past three years?"

Once He Chi could even write the chemical formula of water wrong, Su Xing couldn't bear it, and asked with a cold face.

"Waiting for you." He Chi blinked, his face calm.

Su Xing hadn't gotten used to He Chi's recent verbal harassment, his hand holding the pen froze for a moment, he put down the pen, and said expressionlessly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

He Chi looked at his back and snickered.

Three days before the mid-term exam, the dry and cold air from the north came to the ground first.

This winter is extremely cold, Ke Lele's group of beauty-loving girls reluctantly gave up the fashionable matching of small skirts and high stockings, and put on fleece thick jeans and bulky cotton boots.

Su Xing moved out of the closet a cotton-padded jacket he bought the year before last. After trying it on on his upper body, he found that it didn't fit anymore. He was at the age where he would grow up like crazy even if he didn't eat in the past two years. You can save money in other places. Clothes are cheap. no.

He stood in front of the window and looked at it with the glass as a mirror. The padded jacket was obviously too small, and he couldn't even straighten his hands. Once he straightened his wrists, his wrists were exposed miserably outside.

Su Xing tugged on his sleeves, but found that he couldn't cover his wrists anyway. He looked at himself reflected in the glass window, expressionless, took off his cotton-padded jacket in silence, folded it and put it in the closet, and put on the autumn knitted cardigan again.

All the way to the classroom, Su Xing's nose and earlobes turned red from being blown by the cold wind in the early morning for half an hour.

He took out the boiled egg he bought on the road from his pocket and held it in his palm to warm it for a while. As soon as he finished peeling the eggshell, he wrapped his hands around from behind and took the egg away.

He Chi took a bite of the egg, squinted his eyes, and said contentedly, "It's warm! I'm freezing to death on the way!"

Su Xing watched He Chi swallow his breakfast in a few sips with cold eyes, and took a quick sip of his soy milk without hesitation, and finally patted his stomach: "I almost choked, how much sugar did you put in this soy milk, sweet Fat."

"Did you enjoy eating?" Su Xing raised his eyebrows.

"Look at how stingy you are!" He Chi smiled, and took out a paper bag from his schoolbag, "Should I change careers with you?"

There were a few round, steaming steamed buns in the bag, looking soft and steaming.

"Two red bean paste and two char siu, put them in the bag so they won't be blown by the wind, eat them while they're hot."

Su Xing looked at the fat white buns in the bag and curled his fingers.

"Why are you staring blankly? Do you want me to feed you?" He Chi put one hand on the back of the chair and teased him, "You're the only one who has a lot to do!"

Su Xing took the paper bag, took a bean paste bun, took a bite slowly, and said, "Next time I want a custard bun."

He chewed things very slowly, like a hamster hoarding food, and his side face was puffed up. He Chi inexplicably felt that he was a little cute, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I got it, young master, it's sold out today." Yes, I will bring you custard tomorrow."

Su Xing added unhurriedly: "Also, I don't like barbecued pork."

He Chi stared, pretending to be vicious and bluffing him: "You must eat! How can you gain weight if you don't eat meat in winter!"

During the break between classes, He Chi noticed something was wrong with Su Xing.

The little Zhuangyuan had a red nose, and his voice was muffled. After class, he lay down on the table, looking listless.

He Chi frowned, and poked Su Xing's side face with the back of his hand, it was cold.

"what?"

When Su Xing was touched by him, he turned his head vigilantly and asked him.

"Why are you wearing so little?" He Chi said, "It's been a few months now, and it's not too hot to wear long sleeves on a hot day. Now that it's winter, it's good to wear such a little bit."

"It's not cold." Su Xing buried his head in his arms again.

"Are you still stubborn? The nasal sound is coming out." Kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and He Chi rubbed the back of his head angrily.

Su Xing was about to fall asleep, and He Chi said to leave him alone, but he couldn't stop muttering in his heart, he wouldn't catch a cold if he fell asleep like this?What if I really catch a cold?

While He Chi disliked his old mother mentality, he took off the jacket he was wearing and put it on Su Xing with a shake.

Su Xing vaguely felt something on his shoulders, and raised his head from his arms to see that it was He Chi's black coat.

He took off his coat, frowned and handed it back to He Chi: "No need."

"No need, just freeze yourself into a stick and be happy, right?"

He Chi himself only had a white lapel shirt left on his body, and he insisted on putting on Su Xing's coat. The two pushed and pulled back and forth endlessly.

In the end, He Chi got impatient, so he simply put the jacket over his head, hooked Su Xing's neck, and pulled him under the jacket: "Let's cover it together, this time, okay?"

The black coat put the two of them into a small and dark space, so close that even the sound of each other's breathing could be clearly heard, Su Xing felt uncomfortable and wanted to poke his head out.

He Chi refused to let Su Xing succeed, he put his hand around his neck, and said with a smirk, "The little guy still wants to escape, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped abruptly.

Su Xing was pulled by him, and quickly leaned towards him. The tip of their noses was against the tip of their noses. The temperature of their breathing was frighteningly high, and they were sticky and intertwined.

Su Xing's overly beautiful face is close at hand, his eyes are narrow and long, with the tails of the eyes slightly raised, forming a provocative arc; his slender eyelashes tremble slightly like a butterfly with wet wings; his warm and soft The breath brushing against his lips, and the sweet smell of peppermint on him...

People in the classroom were fighting and noisy, with chaotic footsteps, and no one noticed what was happening in the back row.

The fire in He Chi's heart became more and more intense, and he clearly felt his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Su Xing's whole body was stiff, and for a moment his mind was blank, his ears seemed to be deaf, and there were buzzing noises in his ears.

It was as if a fire had been lit in the small and ambiguous space. Su Xing was hot all over, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He Chi's warm palm was tightly pressed against the back of his neck, which is the most vulnerable place of an Omega.Su Xing felt like a certain switch was being turned on little by little in his body. He Chi forcefully poured his own heat into this switch, and it was so hot that he almost couldn't control it.

Gradually, He Chi's breathing became heavier, Su Xing sniffled, and smelled a very faint burnt bitterness, mixed with a special aroma, before he could react to this. What is the taste, all the senses are taken away by the touch on the tip of the nose.

He Chi tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his nose touched Su Xing's, drawing a small arc.

Then, He Chi's hand on the back of Su Xing's neck was slowly clenched, and then his face moved a little closer, and the peak of his lips almost touched Su Xing's.

He Chi's fingertips pressed against his soft skin with an irresistible force, and in an instant, a shivering feeling like an electric shock spread throughout his body.

There are his glands!

The gland was pressed, causing the Omega's instinctive fear. Su Xing was shocked and woke up suddenly. He pushed He Chi's chest hard with both hands, opened his coat, and fled.

The chair rubbed against the concrete floor with a sharp sound, and the green hairs who were playing on the podium glanced back. He Chi leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head, and put his arm on the black coat he wore in the morning. ups and downs.

"What's the matter, boss?" Green-haired asked.

"Who knows?" Li Lang shrugged, "The addiction to cigarettes has come back."

What He Chi was not addicted to was smoking, he had another addiction.

He took a few deep breaths and thought, he couldn't bear it any longer.

He looked at the snow-white ceiling, feeling dizzy in his head.

He couldn't help it.