serious about love

Yan Hao underestimated how much the people in his class cared about his rushing into the middle and upper class, and they still had something to talk about after a summer vacation.

"It's so annoying!" Xia Shui complained, "Can't the bottom one not pass the exam?"

In turn, Yanhao advised her: "It's not that those who are at the bottom of the list cannot pass the exam, but those who are at the bottom and bought with money. This is very abrupt and unusual among the top-ranked cities in the country."

"Think about it, they worked hard to get in and got good resources. We just spent our family's money to enjoy it. They would be very upset and subjectively look at us with colored glasses."

Xia Shui bit the beef jerky angrily, how can we only spend money, we also passed the self-financing line of No. [-] Middle School.

"The teachers in our school are very qualified. Not to mention the other classes, just the three key science classes including Class 1. The enrollment rate of each class is amazing."

Yan Hao hugged the thermos cup, with his chin resting on the lid of the cup: "Those who didn't buy in the three classes last year were all selected with real guns and live ammunition. Excluding those who went abroad, 15.00% of them were recommended for competition, [-] % of them went to the top ten schools in the country, and the repayment rate is [-]%."

Xia Shui knew this data, otherwise her father would not have spent money to send her to the No. 1 Middle School, and used his relationship to keep her in the key Class No. [-], just to let her infect the learning atmosphere.

But the reality is far from ideal, she only experienced the cuddling together.

Although she can gossip and joke with the few girls in the class, none of them are close friends, and sometimes she feels obviously isolated.

Common topics are limited to things that are not nutritious, and those that involve learning cannot be discussed.

"My ranking and grades at the end of the semester, to everyone, is equivalent to a small soldier who has dropped out of the team. Suddenly one day he carried a knife and entered the battlefield of the Gods of War. The Gods of War stopped fighting and unanimously pointed their swords at the soldier."

Yan Hao shrugged: "They are not threatened, it is a kind of discrimination and contempt, they think it is their battlefield, and standing there is an insult to them, and they must be driven away."

"Fuck, don't talk about it, I'm about to cry." Xia Shui grabbed Yan Hao's hand and shook it solemnly, "Xiao Hao, don't worry about others, Onion and I will definitely stand behind you Yes, we support you to the end!"

Yan Hao was helpless: "Sister, the jerky foam in your mouth is spraying out."

"Oh, don't worry about such small details." Xia Shui's face was full of sternness, "We have a total of 30 classes this year, five in essays, twelve in theory, and the total number of people who bought in with money is 25." Many, all at the tail of the trailer, you are the first to be admitted to the top [-] of the class, the first case, this is a spectacular miracle, a counterattack that rewrites history, and a brilliant milestone on the milestone.”

"Brother, you are the one who ignited hope and fighting spirit in our car tail clan. You are not fighting alone. The car tail clan supports you. Now that the dream has set sail, please be sure to move forward with our pride."

Banquet: "..."

"There is something I want to ask you."

Xia Shui put on a serious posture: "But it doesn't matter."

Yan Hao: "How do you maintain a high score in your Chinese composition?"

Xia Shui: "I'm boosting your morale, what composition are you suggesting to me, my Comrade Yan?"

Yanhao: "So how did you keep it?"

Xia Shui: "Talent."

Banquet: "..."

-

Xia Shui unpacked another bag of beef jerky and handed it to Yan Hao: "If you get in the top ten in the monthly exam, they will be pissed off!"

Yan Hao took a piece to eat: "Sister, don't talk big."

"Why are you talking so big?" Xia Shui put his hands over his mouth and said in a low voice, "Three o'clock water is king, as long as he gives you snacks during your extra lessons, you can be in the top five."

Yan Yan looked more and more outrageous as she said more, so he flicked on her forehead: "Be sober."

"I'm sober, I haven't been so sober in 18 years."

Xia Shui rubbed his forehead: "The top five in our class 1, except for the three-point water that won the throne, the other four have never been in the top fifteen in their grades. Do you know what this means? Your class 21 is very important. Xiao Hao, the future is not a dream, my sister is optimistic about you."

As he said that, he signaled to Yan Yan to look at Song Ran, who was the ten thousand year old fifth in the class.

The most attractive part of the banquet was Jiang Muxing who was next to him. Seeing what he was talking to the deputy squad leader, he had neat hair and a clean and slender neck.

I came to school together in the morning, but now I want to stick to it again.

Xia Shui suddenly said: "Xiao Hao, your thermos is the same brand and style as the three-point water bottle."

Yanhao scratched his eyebrows, Xia Shui and Yang Cong would both go to his place to play, and he couldn't hide it, so he simply confessed: "I bought them together when I went to the supermarket yesterday."

Xia Shui was dumbfounded.

Yanhao threw a bombshell: "He lives with me."

The first reaction in Xia Shui's mind was that if you are close to the water, you get the moon first.

It's a pity that Xiao Hao is a boy.

Yanhao talked about Jiang Muxing moving to his place in a few words, Xia Shui shook his head and smacked his lips.

"You are no longer called shit luck, it is called fate."

Yan really likes this statement.

The last time Xia Shui listened to the banquet, he said that Jiang Muxing would give him extra lessons, but he couldn't believe it. This time, he was more emotional.

"Then from now on, will you go to and from school together?"

Before Yan could say anything, Xia Shui jokingly said, "It doesn't matter if we're together, you're not a girl, you won't be tricked by a villain."

Yan Hao lowered his eyes and turned his pen.

"Xiao Hao, this is the chance God gave you to come back. You must establish a good relationship with Sandianshui and establish a revolutionary friendship."

Xia Shui's excited eyes glowed: "As long as you successfully replace Song Ran and become his best friend, do you still worry about him not caring about making up lessons for you? Don't worry at all."

"The time and place are right, the only difference is harmony, come on, let him take you to fly."

Yan looked at the spittle stars on the table: "Beauty, can you take a rest?"

"I want to take a break too, but it's because the information you gave is too exciting."

Xia Shui glanced at the front door of the classroom and said yo.

Yan Hao turned his head and looked, Yang Cong came back from smoking in the toilet, and called Song Ran out with a hook, and the two were talking and laughing together in the corridor.

-

Xia Shui sighed: "Our bottom group is really full of drama."

"First you flew solo, and the three-person team disbanded. Now you, Onion, and Song Ran, the three of you formed a new team. I am Xiaobaicaidilihuang."

Banquet: "..."

"I stopped playing games in my third year of high school. If you want to play, you can use my account."

Xia Shui don't let go of the hair that grew a little during the summer vacation, gathered it into a ponytail and let it go: "You are violent, I can't play."

"There is also a long-range, male account, full level, and very good equipment."

Yanhao wrote down the account password on a piece of paper: "That's it, you can play."

Xia Shui's heart was itchy, but he was a little hesitant: "Then will they take me to play? Do you think I'm operating a vegetable chicken?"

"It's okay," said Yanhao, "they all came from Vegetable Chicken. "

"Besides, they are more than enough to take you."

Xia Guoguo immediately went out to find Yang Cong and Song Ran.

Yanhao glanced at Jiang Muxing several times, and couldn't help texting him under the desk.

-Squad leader, why don't you go back to eat at noon?

After a while, the phone that Yan Hao held between his fingers vibrated.

-Back, wait for me after school.

Yan Hao looked at those words and felt that the wind blowing in from the window was not so stuffy.

-

During the self-study class, the head teacher chatted sincerely about the last year of high school for two, three, ten minutes, then walked off the podium to explain a few words to Jiang Muxing, and shouted abruptly: "Have a good banquet, come out for a while."

The atmosphere in the class suddenly became delicate.

Yan Hao put the unsharpened pencil and knife on the table, moved the chair and went out.

Yang Cong tugged at his arm: "Bring your phone, call me if you need something."

Yan Hao returned a look, I am not going to fight.

Yang Cong glared at those who were watching the excitement, and said, "Just a word, you can't suffer from anything you eat."

Xia Shui twisted his neck back: "One more thing, you can't bear your anger if you bear anything."

"..."

Yan Hao walked into the classroom calmly and went downstairs with the teacher in charge.

There was a commotion in the class.

Yang Cong was about to kick the table to get angry, when suddenly there was a cold shout from the front door: "Quiet."

These two words have their own majesty, and the commotion stopped in an instant.

-

Jiang Muxing continued to work on the questions, without writing for a long time.

Song Ran didn't notice Jiang Muxing's abnormality, so he took out the spicy strips and ate them: "Our class has a serious gap in grades, and the old class has been doing middle-level work, trying to find a way to recruit some, this time we should pay attention Feast the little black horse."

"The premise is to find out how he got that result in the test. He rushed too hard. The psychology of the old class is contradictory, happy and cautious."

Jiang Muxing threw the pen on the exercise book, supported his head with both hands, and pressed his temples.

"I have a hunch that Yan Hao's last semester finale won't be the only extraordinary performance. This semester he will fall below everyone's glasses one after another."

Song Ran lowered his voice and said with a smile: "Yan Hao said that he has found someone to make up the class. The other party must be a great talent. I am optimistic about him."

Jiang Muxing leaned back a little and leaned against the back of the chair, tapping on the table with his fingers.

"I don't know if he will cry or not," Song Ran recalled the past, "My grades in the first grade of junior high school were mediocre, but one time I did very well in the exam. Everyone said I copied it, and my good friends thought so too."

The spicy sticks in his mouth were so hot that he gasped: "I was called by the old class to talk, and I cried on the spot. It was not for any other reason, but because I was wronged, and I felt that no one believed me."

Jiang Muxing rubbed his fingertips.

Song Ran swallowed the spicy strips in his mouth, sniffed, and sighed all over his face.

"At that time, I felt that I was wronged, and I couldn't get any recognition. Even my parents stood with Lao Ban, believing him or not, so I wanted to prove myself by suicide, so that those who slandered me People regret it, it's funny to think about it now, who cares, I still have to go my own way, let..."

Before Song Ran could finish his sentence, Jiang Muxing got up suddenly, his movements were so large that the tables and chairs scraped the floor in shock.

The squad leader all looked over in unison, not understanding what happened to the calm and reserved squad leader.

Jiang Muxing strode out of the classroom, his steps were big, his back was silent and fast, and he didn't let the deputy monitor maintain order in the classroom.

The people around asked Song Ran, and he closed his wide mouth and pushed his glasses: "The squad leader is in a hurry to urinate."

It's amazing that Lao Jiang attaches so much importance to banquets.

Song Ran felt that it was weird, the double spicy taste of the spicy strips dragged him away from his thoughts.

-

in the office

Yan Hao shunned the bangs on his forehead and stood with his hands down.

The head teacher found his one among a pile of math papers: "Come here."

Yan Hao slowly approached the desk.

The class teacher spread the papers on the table, and pointed to the last big question to show him: "This question, the top of the grade has different levels of answers, with high and low scores, but only two people got full marks, that is to say, Every step is right."

Yan Hao's eyelids twitched convulsively, he really didn't know about this, never thought about it.

No wonder the old class is still looking for him after school starts.

Yan Hao squeezed his fingers, Jiang Muxing gave him some questions during the review period before the exam, and one of them was of the same type as the old class pointed out.

When he was doing it, he applied the formula and ideas that Jiang Muxing told him, got stuck for a few steps, and then slowly solved it.

Yanhao relied on Jiang Muxing, and was not very clear about the difficulty of that question.

During the summer vacation, he blocked the class group and didn't visit the post bar much. I don't know if everyone discussed it.

"Of the two full marks, one is you," said the head teacher, "the other is Jiang Muxing."

There is nothing unusual about the banquet: "Oh."

"Oh?" The class teacher's eyes were full of scrutiny, "Do you want to say something?"

"say what?"

Yan had a good laugh: "Old class, at the end of the semester, I am not in the same examination room as the monitor, and my seat is in the first row."

The head teacher said with a straight face: "I know this."

The head teacher sighed at the next moment, and his attitude slowed down a bit: "You were only good at English before, and you passed every subject at the end of the term, and there were no partial subjects."

"Especially in mathematics, from failing to 115."

The head teacher pointed out the illogical part of the paper: "Look for yourself, you lost the basic points of the multiple-choice questions, but you solved the big questions surprisingly well, and you didn't even make mistakes in the tricky questions."

Ye Hao pursed his lips.

Seeing that he was silent, the class teacher walked around the desk with his hands behind his back.

"Your paper was approved by class 3. The math teacher in their class asked me. I won't say what the specific content is. You must be able to guess one or two."

"Our class has always been the head of the key class. The tree is big and attracts the wind. There are many eyes staring at it. I can't do it well."

After a pause for a few seconds, the head teacher sighed again: "I have communicated with the teachers of other classes, and I will not reveal the fact that you wrote the last question correctly, so as not to increase the burden on you in study."

"I also greeted the teachers of other subjects. They won't look for you alone, as long as you give me an explanation."

The corners of Yan Hao's mouth were still pursed together.

The head teacher took a sip of tea from the teacup, and changed his way to communicate with the students: "Good banquet, you have to understand that no matter who in the class has improved, I, the head teacher, will be happier than your client..."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

The teacher in charge was interrupted, and said angrily, "Come in."

There was a sound of pushing the door, followed by a series of footsteps, getting closer and closer to Yan Hao, he smelled a faint smell of soap, and his eyes covered by eyelashes opened wide.

Yan Hao turned to look at Jiang Muxing with a dazed expression.

Jiang Muxing and Yanhao met eyes for a moment.

One is calm and stable as always, and the other is unconscious dependence and anxiety.

Yan Hao's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to speak but couldn't. He turned his head back with great difficulty, without looking further.

Jiang Mu walked to Yan Hao's side, passed him without stopping, stopped two steps in front of him, and blocked him behind.

The head teacher put the teacup back on the table, and said calmly, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Muxing said: "There is no problem with good grades at the banquet."

The homeroom teacher looked at his favorite student in surprise. Although he was the head of the class and could handle conflicts and matters between classmates, he should not have come forward in today's matter. There has never been such an example before.

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Yan Hao's heart was pounding, he was quite calm at first, but when Jiang Muxing came, he was at a loss and felt uncomfortable, his eyes were sore, and he felt wronged.

Just like a child who has been bullied, he is very stubborn when his parents are not around, and when he sees his parents, he is vulnerable and wants to be hugged.

-

Voices in the corridor disturbed the strange atmosphere in the office.

The head teacher came out from the desk, stood in front of the proud student, and looked at him brightly.

Jiang Muxing put both hands in the pockets of his school uniform pants, eyes half closed, facing the class teacher's inquiry, his eyes did not fluctuate, his face was indifferent, and his mind was hard to figure out.

The homeroom teacher expected that there would be no harvest, and he did this every time he had a heart-to-heart talk. He pondered for a moment: "You said that good grades are no problem, what is the basis?"

Jiang Muxing said lightly: "The basis is that I made up lessons for him."