MVP in the next examination room

"Brother Ran, it's not easy for Yuan Che to come to our examination room once, don't you think so?" The boy who ranked third from the bottom turned his face, his voice was very low, but his eyebrows were about to fly out of his face with excitement, and he desperately hinted at Tang with his eyes. Ran, "But we are not familiar with him, only you are in the same class as him, so please take care of him, okay?"

Tang Ran glanced behind him, Yuan Che's eyelids drooped slightly, and he was looking sideways out of the window.

"Well," Tang Ran said lightly, "I know."

The boy sitting in the front is from Class 2. He was also suspended from class for violating discipline and did not take the last monthly exam.

"That's great, that's great!" The penultimate third was overjoyed, and confirmed again with a trembling voice, "Brother Ran, you understand what I mean, right?"

Tang Ran: "Yes, I understand."

The third from the bottom was very happy, thanked Tang Ran repeatedly, and turned to share the joy with the students in front and side.

This good news was like wings, and it spread to most of the examination room in a short while.

This English test lasts for two hours.

Unlike the first examination room, since the examination began, the noise from the candidates' subordinates has not subsided.

The biggest proportion was the sound of flipping papers—more than 20 candidates began to look around for questions they could do as soon as they got the test papers and wrote their names and student numbers.

Scan this side, pass.

Scan over there, pass.

The last side... Forget it, let's go back and have a look.

Three or ten minutes later, there were repeated sounds of throwing pens in the examination room.

More than 20 examinees sitting in the same examination room expressed the same aspiration-I will not do this! ! !

The clock ticked lightly, and one hour, twenty and ten minutes later, Yuan Che solved all the problems and checked them by the way.

The boy sitting in front of Tang Ran finally couldn't hold back anymore. Taking advantage of the invigilator's unpreparedness, he turned his head and called softly, "Brother Ran."

Tang Ran raised his head, and the third from last quickly winked at Yuan Che.

Dao San is a fastidious person, and then quickly glanced at the podium, took out two candies from his pocket, and placed them on the edge of Tang Ran's table.

Tang Ran understands.

Half a minute later, the corner of Yuan Che's table slammed lightly, and immediately after, he saw a ball of paper handed up by Tang Ran from behind.

Yuan Che frowned, and didn't really want to pick it up.

But Tang Ran was very persistent, and kept this posture still, which meant that if he didn't answer it, he would keep it until the paper was closed.

Yuan Che pulled back with an unkind expression.

... He never expected that when he opened the ball of paper, what rolled out of it was... a candy.

There was indeed a line on the note - "Are you hungry?"

Yuan Che: "..."

Dao Sanku sat for a long time, but couldn't wait for the answer from Tang Ran, and finally couldn't help it, turned his face quietly, and looked at Tang Ran eagerly.

Tang Ran was writing a composition, felt the fiery gaze on her body, and raised her face.

At this moment, the noise in the classroom was much weaker, and the third one dared not speak out, so he could only point to a candy left on Tang Ran's table with his chin, then pointed to Yuan Che with his eyes, and said with his mouth: "Give it to him?"

Tang Ran nodded and mouthed back: "Thank you."

He only moved his lips slightly, and quickly lowered his head to write the composition.

The third one was left in a slight confusion: What did he just say?

wrote?

Why haven't I sent it after I wrote it?

If you don't pass it on, you won't be able to copy it, bro...

After pondering for a long time, he slapped his thigh, and finally figured out what the problem was - Xueba must have never done this thing of passing notes. It was the first time he did it, and it was normal to be afraid.

Since Yuan Che didn't dare hand over the note blatantly, he had to shoulder the responsibility of helping to cover up.

There will be three sessions on this question.

After thinking for a while, he quickly picked up a bottle of soda that hadn't been opened at the corner of his desk, and put it on the corner of Tang Ran's desk with his backhand.

Tang Ran: "?"

He turned his face three times, pointed at the bottle of soda with his thumb, then turned in a different direction, and gestured towards Yuan Che with his thumb.

After thinking for a while, he stretched out his index finger and poked the opaque logo paper wrapped around the body of the soda bottle.

- Loosen up the logo paper a bit and stuff the strips in, perfect.

Dao San silently praised his cleverness.

Tang Ran understands.

Half a minute later, Yuan Che received another note.

This time, there was no sugar wrapped in it, only Tang Ran's elegant handwriting: "Thirsty? I gave you a bottle of Coca-Cola in front of me. It's a fucking thing."

Yuan Che: "..."

He couldn't bear it any longer, so he picked up a pen and replied to Tang Ran: "No, don't play tricks on me."

Then stuff it back into Tang Ran's waiting hand.

Tang Ran withdrew her hand, felt aggrieved after reading it, and replied, "What detour did I make?"

Yuan Che: "You think I'm here for a picnic?"

Tang Ran was helpless: "The environment here is not as good as the first examination room. It's the first time you come, I'm afraid you won't get used to it."

Tang Ran: "Everyone cares about you."

Yuan Che: "...I thank you all."

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Watching the time go by every minute and every second, Dao San finally couldn't sit still.At the time of life and death, he looked back again, and was shocked to find that the Coke bottle was still intact!

The third one felt bad, tore off a corner of the draft paper, and quickly threw a ball of paper over to Tang Ran: "Brother Ran, what's the situation with Yuan Che?"

Tang Ran's composition was finished, and he was in a good mood, so he threw it back after a while.

Dao San opened the paper ball with trembling hands, and saw that it read:

"He's not thirsty, thank you."

"........."

Pour three heard the sound of his own heart breaking.

But he knew that he still shouldered the hope of most of the examination room, so he had to wipe his face stubbornly, took a deep breath, turned his head again, winked at the paper on Tang Ran's desk, and said in a low voice : "Brother Ran, don't tease me, please do me a favor, I really can't finish the paper..."

"It's easy to say." Tang Ran readily agreed and pushed his paper forward.

Down three: "..."

He wanted to find a place to die.

Pour San said with difficulty: "No, it's not..."

not like this!

What he wants is Yuan Che's! !

"It's not this side?" Tang Ran flipped to the other side with a good "wow".

Down three: "No..."

"Composition?" Tang Ran used the method of elimination to determine the parts he wanted to refer to, and whispered happily, "My writing is very good, I will read it for you."

"..." Dao San refused in his heart, his facial features were almost twisted together.

Behind him, Tang Ran was already speaking fluent plastic English: "DearMike..."

……

The invigilator on the podium finally noticed their side and yelled: "Hey, those two over there! What are you doing while turning your head around! If you don't want to do it, just hand in the paper!"

Dao San hurriedly straightened his head, feeling infinitely sad in his heart.

Under the curious or urging eyes of more than 20 teammates, he slowly bent down and buried his face in his arms.

cold.

Cool.

It couldn't be colder.

Dao San couldn't help feeling sad, and let out a sob full of pain in the crook of his arms.

……

Half a minute later, he felt his back being patted.

Three times a shock, reflexively put his left hand behind his back.

Tang Ran stuffed a note into his hand.

Down three: "!!!"

saved!

Brother Dye is enlightened!

God opened his eyes!

The sockets of Dao San's eyes were slightly red, and he opened the note with trembling hands, and the swirling tears temporarily blurred his vision.

The note was very full, and through the blurred eyes of tears, he couldn't see the specific content clearly, but his heart seemed to be filled with this full note.

Pour San wiped away his tears vigorously, and leaned closer to read the contents of the note.

——What was written on the note was obviously a joke.

Tang Ran wrote a postscript below: "Men don't cry easily. Brother, be happy!"

……

The difficulty of the final exam questions has been greatly improved compared with the previous ones.

It is probably to give the students who are about to enter the second year of high school a disarm, reminding them not to just think about crazy fun during the summer vacation, but to seize the time to check for gaps and make up for the omissions, so as to meet the challenges of the second year of high school.

"I feel like I'm going to be cold." Li Hong returned to the Class 12 classroom after the first day of the exam and shook his head and sighed. "Who came up with this question? We are born as human beings, why can't we be kinder?"

"Brother Hong, don't panic," the representative of the Chinese class said calmly, "It's difficult for you, but it's difficult for everyone. Didn't you hear that there was a test room today where all the students cried."

Li Hong was dubious: "Really?"

Tang Ran came in just in time to hear their conversation, and fully affirmed: "Really."

"Ah?" Li Hong looked at Yuan Che beside him, "Why have you all heard about it? No exaggeration, did you really cry?"

"Yeah," Yuan Che glanced at Tang Ran, and the scene of the third sitting in the seat crying suddenly before the English test was about to end appeared in his mind, "In our test room, sit in front of Tang Ran."