MVP in the next examination room

Tang Ran was instantly relieved.

He felt a thrill of excitement.

Fifty days, fifty days!

Thinking of him, Tang Ran, who has been "living in isolation" and "independent" for so long, finally someone wants to "break out of the encirclement" with him!

Although this person was not familiar with him at all, and he hadn't even said a word in the first month of school, but at this moment, the distance between his hearts seemed to be drawn closer.

This moving friendship.

Tang Ran strolled to the last row without showing any emotion, and kicked Qin Shuo's stool leg, wanting to share the happiness with his buddies in time: "Shuo Zi."

Qin Shuo was burying his head in tinkering with something, and was so frightened by his kick that he almost flew into the sky: "Fuck me!!"

"What are you doing nonsense, pay attention to quality." Tang Ran frowned and looked over, "Oh my god! Where are you embroidering? You can't even finish copying homework all morning?"

Qin Shuo was pinching the pen with one hand, and pressed Tang Ran's excellent work with the other hand on the belly of the table, hesitatingly said, "Brother Ran, your question...doesn't seem to be a good choice, right?"

——Question from the penultimate of the whole school.

Tang Ran was furious at the time: "How can there be so much shit by borrowing other people's homework, if you don't believe me, return it to me! Choose whoever you love."

Qin Shuo looked at his self-confidence and didn't know what to say. He was silent for a while and said, "I don't know who the hell I should choose, but I definitely don't choose D... There is no D in this question."

"..."

Yuan Che's position was just across the aisle from Qin Shuo. Tang Ran sat down on Yuan Che's stool and waved his hand indifferently: "Then add a cross and change it to B."

Qin Shuo took it seriously and followed his advice.

"You said, this comrade in Zhizhong is quite interesting." Tang Ran turned towards the aisle, with one arm resting lazily on the edge of the table, "If I'm afraid I'll be lonely and sleepy, bring me a companion."

"...Brother, are you serious?" Qin Shuo said, "Isn't your companion the podium and the air? What is he? Time to smash the podium to wake you up?"

It is impossible to smash the podium, as long as I can not fall asleep, it is not bad.As an insider who has been looking at Yuan Che across the road for more than a month, Qin Shuo has already found out Yuan Che's "unruly" and finds him extremely displeasing: "I am annoyed by this kind of comparison, which ranks pretty well." What's so awesome about the goods, don't you just want to show that your brain is smarter than others, and you may not know how to work hard when you go back. You get [-] to [-] every day, as if everyone owes him money. This time the monthly exam may be refunded How much, look at Zhizhong's face, it's all green."

Shengjing is a key high school in the city, and Yuan Che's entrance score ranked sixth. He was supposed to be assigned to Shengjing's "Rocket Class", which is the focus of sprinting to Qingbei, but Feng Zhizhong had a hard time with the director, and he was dragged into it. His "secondary focus" comes.The quality of the teachers is not bad, but the atmosphere is not as crazy as that of the rocket class, which can't meet people if you can't pass the Qingbei exam.

Yuan Che had no objection, he felt more at ease in the sub-key class because he didn't have extra classes throughout the year; Director Feng was delighted to be a "student master", and immediately felt that class 12 had light, hope, and a leader Year-end award; the director looked at the deputy director Feng who was crying with joy and smiled dotingly: "It's just as long as you are happy."

...In short, Yuan Che entered the sub-key of class 12, and everyone was happy. Class leader Feng even acquiesced in his arrogant behavior of stepping on the spot every day, until the moment he saw the report card of the monthly exam.

Two big ear scrapers were drawn loudly to his face.

Yuan Che: 630.

(total score: 1050)

The bottom six in the class.

This is simply a flying leap, the kind that is played backwards.

Old Feng was so angry that he didn't finish a bowl of soy milk, so he put on his helmet and rode to the school to ask the teacher, looking for his extinguished light, broken hope, lost leader and year-end award.

Tang Ran sat on Yuan Che's stool and thought for a while, and soon came up with a new idea: "The green face may be because of my anger, maybe he did very well in the exam, and he sat in the front just to set an example for you to learn from." Woolen cloth."

Qin Shuo disagreed: "Brother, why are you sitting in the front...?"

Tang Ran rolled up his sleeves, picked up Yuan Che's desk and stool, and before leaving, he put down his opinion about the reason why he sat on the podium on the left and the door on the right: "Me? The face of our class."

"The teacher was in a good mood at first sight when he entered the door."