MVP in the next examination room

Tang Ran knew that Yuan Che had something to hide from him.

This feeling is not unique today, it should be traced back to the first semester of the first year of high school - the night the two spent together in the equipment room.At that time, he asked Yuan Che why he slept with the flashlight on his mobile phone, but Yuan Che didn't answer him directly.

At that time, the two were not in a relationship, and Tang Ran didn't want to know the details. Since Yuan Che didn't want to say it, he didn't have to ask.

But now it's different.

In fact, apart from today, this feeling of something wrong appeared in the small alley without cameras that night.

Tang Ran always felt that Yuan Che's movements, tone and demeanor when handing over to the yellow hair were too skilled.

He asked Yuan Che once, and Yuan Che's answer at that time was "It's just acting, you can fuck yourself".

Although Tang Ran didn't think that two people in a relationship had to have no reservations about each other, but... Yuan Che's guarded attitude just now did make him very uncomfortable.

As for the double standard, it is even more excessive.

Yuan Che stopped at the door of 417, raised his hand, and knocked on the door twice with his fingers.

There was no sound coming from inside, Yuan Che paused for a few seconds, opened the door and went in.

When Ren Yu was really away, Tang Ran sat at the end of the bed, glanced up at him, and said nonchalantly, "No need to knock on the door, I don't have so many rules."

"..." Yuan Che originally had doubts about the reason for his temper, but this sentence directly pointed out the reason for him.

"Shang Xiao called me before he came and asked which dormitory I was in." Yuan Che took a few steps forward and stopped by the closet at the end of the bed, "I know he is coming."

So I didn't say "Can I knock on the door first when I come in next time" to Shang Xiao.

Yuan Che handed him the lunch box in his hand.

Tang Ran glanced at her but didn't answer.

Yuan Che: "?"

Tang Ran raised his eyes: "Is this the end?"

Yuan Che laughed angrily: "Then what do you want?"

Tang Ran shook her head lightly like a sigh: "You don't know how to coax people."

"..." Yuan Che really wanted to say, I have given you a lot of face, I hope you will cherish it.

"I'll teach you how to coax you." Tang Ran suddenly took the lunch box in Yuan Che's hand, threw it on the table, then stood up abruptly, closed the cabinet door with both arms, and imprisoned Yuan Che between the wardrobe and his body unexpectedly. between.

He lowered his head and bit Yuan Che's lips fiercely, then raised his eyes, and said in an unexpected tone: "Next time I will coax you like this, have you learned?"

Yuan Che felt the bloody smell gradually spreading in his mouth: "...Tang Ran, are you a dog?"

Tang Ran remained in the circle of people without moving, her gaze was tight: "What are you afraid I'll see?"

The atmosphere between the two was delicate, and Tang Ran's cell phone rang untimely.

"..."

Yuan Che: "What are you afraid of seeing? I thought it was the housekeeper. Answer the phone."

Tang Ran withdrew his arm a little unhappily, and turned to get the cell phone thrown at the corner of the table.

The caller ID was an unfamiliar number, Tang Ran swiped the answer button.

"—I saw you on the news." Tang Minghua's voice came from the phone.

He thought for a moment at noon, and first transferred 3000 to Tang Ran from WeChat as a test, but Tang Ran didn't get it.

Tang Ran didn't have much money left to sell the car, and he was about to make it through. If the Public Security Bureau hadn't given him a bonus for his bravery, he wouldn't have survived the next month.

In fact, it was within Tang Minghua's expectation that he would not receive the money.After all, no matter how short of money he is, he cannot lack integrity. Tang Minghua even secretly admired his refusal.

But what he didn't know was that the main reason why Tang Ran didn't receive the money was not his backbone, but... not checking WeChat.

Tang Ran recognized the voice on the other end of the phone, and had the urge to hang up immediately.

But Tang Minghua's opening was a bit out of the ordinary. Tang Ran was still immersed in the rivalry with Yuan Che, and couldn't react for a while, so he sneered and said, "News? What news am I on?"

Before Tang Minghua could speak, Tang Ran said again: "See that I have been listed as a first-class state-protected waste?"

Tang Minghua: "..."

Tang Minghua thought that he passed the steps first when he called, and Tang Ran should be more sensible, so he went down, but he didn't know his attitude.

Tang Minghua took a deep breath and said commandingly, "Go home tonight."

The bedroom door opened, Ren Yuzhen walked in, saw Yuan Che was there, and greeted him.

Yuan Che nodded: "I'm going back."

Tang Ran caught a glimpse of Yuan Che leaving from the corner of his eye, and said impatiently to the other end of the phone, "I won't go if I say no, my home is at school, why go there?"

Ren Yu really didn't know what happened, anyway, it was the first time Tang Ran called with such a tone, and she sat back in front of her seat softly, not daring to speak out again.

Tang Minghua scolded "I don't know what's good" and then hung up the phone.

Tang Ran put away the phone calmly, went to the table and opened the lunch box, and greeted Ren Yuzhen as if nothing had happened: "Tietou, come and eat the green ball."

Ren Yuzhen looked embarrassed, walked to the table, and held up a green ball very cautiously, and didn't dare to ask more questions. He admired Tang Ran's ability to change emotions from the bottom of his heart.

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Before the final exam of the first year of high school, the most important thing is to fill in the volunteers for the subjects of arts and sciences.

Class 12 is the secondary focus of the science teacher as the head teacher. The second year of high school will become a science class. Students who choose science will basically stay in the original class, and those who choose liberal arts will be assigned to other classes.

Regarding the choice of arts and sciences in the second year of high school and whether to take the route of art students, the head teachers of each class will hold a special class meeting to answer students' questions and put forward their own opinions.

The mathematics taught by Feng Zhizhong has always been science mathematics. In the first semester of senior high school, he often instilled in his class the idea that "the second year of senior high school must choose science". Learn well—not to mention that the score of liberal arts is not easy to grasp, and the employment opportunities are too narrow, you must choose the reason.”

Teacher Ren didn't say so much. As a science student, he didn't emphasize what students must choose: "Choose what you are good at and suitable for."

Yuan Che had nothing to worry about, so he directly filled in "reason" on the form.

Tang Ran turned the black fountain pen a few times in his hand, looking thoughtful.

Although Tang Ran focused on the theory during this period of assault, Yuan Che felt that with his strong memory, it was not impossible to select texts.

"Some students are more interested in liberal arts, but through the first year of senior high school, the results of liberal arts have not been ideal, while science has an advantage. In this case, you need to evaluate yourself. What is the reason for the unsatisfactory liberal arts? Work hard, or work hard, but get the wrong points." Teacher Ren said standing on the podium, "In this choice, being good at is more important than liking."

Yuan Che turned his face to look at Tang Ran, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Wen?"

The fountain pen twirled unhurriedly between Tang Ran's fingers.Tang Ran smiled: "Why?"

Yuan Che: "It feels suitable for you."

Mathematics and comprehensive science are somewhat basic, but Tang Ran's foundation is too far behind.

The mathematics of liberal arts is also relatively simple.

It's not that he doesn't want to stay in the same class with Tang Ran, it's just that some choices are more important than temporary company.

Tang Ran raised her eyebrows, pulled off the pen cap, and scribbled down a "reason" on the form.

"Brother is good at everything."