MVP in the next examination room

The next day, Tang Ran brought a portable photo printer to the classroom, not knowing what to do again.

It may be that the morning before, he and Lao Feng looked at each other unexpectedly through the small window of the back door, which made him feel terrified, and he had to do something to calm down his frightened mood.

"Come on, everyone bow their heads and study." After the first class, Tang Ran leaned on the small window of the back door and asked all the students to cooperate with him in the performance. "Be natural—Qin Shuo, you lied to a ghost? What the hell are you doing?" Is it time to sit so straight?"

Qin Shuo immediately adjusted his sitting posture, turned his body sideways and tilted his head, holding the pen crookedly as if writing.

The rest of the students also cooperated very well, pretending to sit in their seats and bury their heads in reading.

Tang Ran held up the phone and kept adjusting the angle. The camera was at the height where Feng Zhizhong's eyes often appeared. Finally, he chose the most suitable position and pressed the shutter.

After connecting to the printer, the photo paper slides out, and many students gathered around to look at it, and found that the effect was unexpectedly good, high-definition and realistic.

Tang Ran satisfactorily pasted the photo inside the small window of the back door.

A group of people ran out to see the results, laughing and shouting against the back door of the classroom, it was very lively.

"Attention the students in the first few rows, ready to shoot! Brother Ran, you should be in your seat soon." Qin Shuo took Tang Ran's mobile phone and lay down on the small square glass of the front door, ready to create something unique for the front door The "protection board".

Yuan Che felt that these two people must have had enough to eat—the photo was pasted after the "lookout mouth", even if there was nothing wrong with it at first glance, could Feng Zhizhong not be able to find the problem after standing at the door for a long time?How long do the two photos want to fool, who do you look down on.

However, many people in the class bought into him. Maybe it was his first time as a group performer, and they thought it was novel and fun; or maybe it was because the opportunity to make a low-cost egg and not need to be responsible for it was really rare, anyway, I was excited. The feelings are beyond words.

"...Brother Ran, you are still talking about me, can you be more natural?" Qin Shuo held up his mobile phone, looked at the most eye-catching Tang Ran on the screen, and couldn't press the shutter button for a long time, "Are you taking a pictorial?"

Tang Ran wore a dark gray hooded sweater today, and when he returned to his seat, he put on the hat, covering most of his side face, only showing the straight lines of his nose, and the smooth curves of his lips and chin.

His right knuckles were at the end of his eyes, and his body was slightly tilted to the left. Those who didn't know probably thought he was going to shoot some magazine cover.

"You know what, I'm so close to the door, don't you have to block your eyes?" Tang Ran urged him to hurry up, maintaining this posture where he couldn't see his eyes.

Yuan Che was lying on his desk, his eyes slightly squinted by the sun.

He may be the only one in the class who doesn't need to cooperate with the performance, after all, he can't see Lao Feng even after eating instant noodles in this position.

The students who sat in the back and looked at the blind spot from the "observation port" at the front door ran to Qin Shuo to watch, discussing in one go:

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's not surprising that Brother Ran uses any posture to study on Lao Feng."

"Wow, Mr. Tang's position is so dangerous. You can see it clearly from here."

"I think Brother Yuan's seat is not bad. The front door and the back door are all blind spots. You can do whatever you want."

"I advise you to think about the feeling of being next to the teacher in class before speaking."

"No, haven't you heard the phrase 'dark under the lights'? The most dangerous place is actually the safest."

……

Yuan Che was resting on his left arm, facing right, fiddling with the phone in the warm light.Shang Xiao asked him to go to his house for dinner at noon, saying that there was an important decision to be made, and he had to ask Yuan Che to be there to listen.

The group of people at the door chattered for a while, and Yuan Che heard Ren Yu, who had regained his vitality after handing in the penalty copy, and shouted at him: "Brother Yuan, you should straighten up, although you can't see your desktop from here, you The arc of lying on the ground is easy to arouse the curiosity of the squad leader."

Ren Yuzhen is a study committee member of class 12. Apart from his decent academic performance, he really doesn't see any other aspects of being a school committee member. Since the start of school two months ago, he has never played a leading role in learning enthusiasm. He is indispensable for boys to do things.

Yuan Che originally wanted to say that it's none of my business, but when the school committee said this, there was such an overwhelming response, and the other students also booed: "Brother Yuan, sit up straighter, let's have another one."

... Yuan Che abruptly swallowed the four words that had rushed to his lips.

From childhood to adulthood, the word "collective" is no different from "family" to Yuan Che. He understands and understands it, and knows that it exists, but he just doesn't feel it.

He has long been used to being a lively bystander to others, but now that he is involved in the yelling at first, he doesn't know how to react.

The big idiot on the right side of the podium maintained the posture of "cover shooting", followed by heckling: "Sit up, Brother Yuan, work harder, sit up."

Yuan Che: "..."

He felt that dozens of people headed by "Tang Qiao" cast kind and encouraging eyes on him.

Yuan Che sat on pins and needles under the expectant gaze of the whole class, cursed inwardly, and finally sat up slowly.

A dozen or so people outside the door immediately said: "Okay, perfect!"

The two photos were posted at the "lookout" for a whole morning, and Comrade Feng passed by four or five times.

Probably because he was in a more relaxed mood on Sunday. He only stood still at the small window every time, and saw that the students were keeping their heads down and studying with their heads down—including the one that caused the most headache. Although the sitting posture was not correct, it was still low Head down to read a book—feeling so relieved, I left without going in.

One morning passed, and the two photos were safe and sound with the team leader. Those who passed notes, played backgammon, and peeked at magazine novels all had unprecedented perfect experiences.

At 12:30 noon, Yuan Che sat down at Shang Xiao's dining table.

Since Shang Xiao had just passed a monthly exam, Yuan Che guessed that he was so serious because of the problems reflected in the monthly exam results, and finally decided on the choice of arts and sciences——

Comrade Shang Xiao is a rare player who is well-balanced in all aspects. His performance in language and mathematics is as good as in sports. After three years of junior high school, he didn't realize whether he was more suitable for liberal arts or science.

But Lao Shang and Aunt Han are not in a hurry, and their attitude towards their son's grades is as moderate as their attitude towards their own small shop.

They have done everything they can do at hand, let Shang Xiao have enough food and clothing, live a happy life, keep their small shop clean, and make meals meticulously. How the business of the store is doing is not their particular concern.

Shang Xiao sloppily finished a bowl of lean meat porridge, then put his chopsticks to the side of the bowl, and announced impassionedly: "During my monthly exam, I lay down there writing a composition, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration and made a great decision. !"