MVP in the next examination room

Ding Yifan heard a roar of grief and indignation from the depths of his heart.

We are united as one and collectively skip class, but you are secretly learning! ?

"Don't talk about Lao Ding," Tang Ran kept his eyes on the test paper, and the pen between his fingers was spinning quickly, "I invite you to dinner another day."

Ding Yifan squatted on the spot, holding the phone that had been hung up, unable to recover for a long while.

"What's the matter, Brother Fan?" Li Hong came over and asked.

Ding Yifan stood up unsteadily, wanting to confirm if it was a hallucination: "Brother Hong, Mr. Tang said just now...he is studying hard."

Li Hongmo was silent for a moment, then said dryly: "Ah, is that so... How, what is the method of working hard?"

Ding Yifan replied truthfully: "Blindly work hard."

Li Hong: "..."

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Yuan Che found that Tang Ran's foundation in various subjects was really poor, which was beyond his imagination.

To sum it up in one sentence, those who should know can't.

"What the hell is this?" Tang Ran turned over the English lecture notes in his hand, "Past future perfect tense? Present perfect continuous?? There is a past future perfect continuous???"

Yuan Che was silent for a while: "Just say what you can order."

Tang Ran said: "Chinese, I am good at composition."

Yuan Che has long seen what his so-called "thief is good at" is. It is indeed smooth thinking, writing a thousand words, and completing them in one go.

If you don't read the content, you probably have to believe it.

"Of course, it is also necessary for me to try to challenge those who are not so good at it." Tang Ran threw the English lecture notes aside and grabbed a set of math simulations. "Start with this."

……

Ding Yifan thought about it and felt something was wrong, and was thinking about whether to call Yuan Che to ask, when the classmate who was reading by the railing suddenly put away the book and ran towards this direction desperately: "It's not good, it's not good! Here, the director is here! Hurry up, hurry up!"

On the basketball court, the few boys who were chased by the physical education teacher with the ball failed to detect the "enemy situation" in time, and were still persistently arguing with the physical education teacher: "Teacher, let's play for a while."

"Fuck you guys," the physical education teacher couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, "Is this a physical education class in your class? Come down and play! Go back to class for me!"

"Teacher, don't be like this," a boy said to him with a playful smile, "We miss you, we haven't seen you for a few days."

"Miss me?" the physical education teacher snorted, "I almost can't remember it, right? You met me at the school gate and you didn't see me saying hello?"

Boy: "Hey, when did it happen? How is this possible! Hey teacher, did I not wear glasses that day? I am highly myopic. If I don't wear glasses, let alone you, even if my own father stood in front of me, I would recognize him. not coming out..."

Just as he was talking, the physical education teacher suddenly stood up straighter and nodded towards the boy's back: "Director Li."

The boy said "Hi" and said disapprovingly: "Teacher, don't fool me, I'm not scared, who will believe it."

Director Li put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't make trouble," the boy thought it was an "accomplice", raised his hand that was not holding the ball, and tried to brush it off, "You grandson, just don't help talk, what the hell..."

Halfway through the speech, it stopped abruptly.

Director Li looked at him with a fake smile: "Say it again?"

"I, I said..." The classmate from Class 12 suddenly stammered and said, "I want to go to Xiamen University."

"Still going to Xiamen University?" The director snorted coldly, "I think you can just play basketball in the future, what kind of university do you still want to go to?"

"Where's your class monitor?" Director Li glanced around, "I'm so courageous, the whole class skipped class together? What's the matter, don't you think the law doesn't blame everyone?"

Teacher Ren also heard the news not long after. After hearing the news, he rushed to the playground and took Ding Yifan aside alone: ​​"What do you want to do?"

Ding Yifan said, "Protest."

"..." Teacher Ren couldn't help but laugh, "Who thought of it?"

No one seems to have explicitly proposed this idea.Ding Yifan thought for a while, and had no choice but to answer him this way: "We... have a good understanding."

Teacher Ren: "..."

Director Li, with his hands behind his back, circled Class 12 back and forth in the usual running formation, training while turning: "What's wrong with not writing enough in the collective inspection last time? Do you want to write again?"

The 12 students in class 57 were silent. Director Ren Li's 3D surround sound reprimanded him for a while, and finally someone couldn't help saying: "Director, we want to change the math teacher."

There was a thunder on the ground, and Director Li's pace of circling at a constant speed immediately stopped: "What?"

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"Everyone go back to the classroom." After Director Li left, Teacher Ren looked at the group of stubborn students who stood still, and said helplessly, "If you want to change teachers, do you have to use this method?"

The boy who was caught by the director while holding the ball said, "This is how we let the school know our attitude. We must change."

"Is it so fast to change the teacher? I skipped class today to protest, and I can transfer you a new teacher tomorrow?" Teacher Ren gave the boy who spoke angrily and amusedly, "Are you planning to keep the math class in the future?" No, why are you waiting for a teacher change on the playground?"

Someone in the team said: "Then I won't listen to his class either."

"...Are you stupid?" Teacher Ren glanced at the student, and then turned his attention to the whole class, "Is this going to make things difficult for the teacher, or for myself."

"I'm not good at saying something," Teacher Ren lowered his voice a little, just enough for the children around him to hear clearly, "Teacher comes to work at school today, whether you are listening to lectures in the classroom or playing around on the playground Well, the salary is not bad—it’s easier if you don’t stay in the classroom. If you don’t like this teacher, you won’t take his class. Who is it that hurts? Can’t you figure it out?!”

This time no one in the team answered.

Teacher Ren breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone calmed down: "Go back to the classroom, don't make an example."

The 57 students returned to the classroom, and there was not much class time left, so Xiao Liu naturally would not wait for them on the podium.

Everyone went back to their seats and sat down, with mixed emotions, and couldn't tell what it was like.

The last session in the morning was self-study. Li Hong had no intention of studying, so he took out his mobile phone under the table, casually clicked on Moments and swiped twice.

There are not many updates in the circle, except for the routine sharing of chicken soup by parents, it is the text-only circle of friends of a few boys in the class who do not speak clearly.

Ding Yifan: [I still feel that I have to post something to remember this day. ]

Qin Shuo: [x day x month x year x, a day recorded in the annals of history. ]

Boy playing ball: [Just do it without saying anything!Fuck him! ]

……

Li Hong swiped down again, and a long paragraph of text appeared on the screen, accompanied by a picture of several sets of test papers spread out on a table:

Tang Ran; [Three sets of mathematics simulation papers have been completed, with more than 140 points.In fact, it is really not difficult, they are all basic questions, students who say it is difficult must not have a solid foundation, and should work hard to solidify their foundation in the coming days. ]

"..."

Li Hong's mobile phone fell out of his hand, fell straight down, and hit the belly of the table with a "dang" sound.

His deskmate was writing the test paper carefully, and was startled by the sound, and the pen in his hand almost scratched the paper.

"...Li Hong, what do you want to do!?"

Li Hong first turned his head and looked around the front door and the back door, but he didn't find a face on the glass window, so he picked up the phone with trembling hands, and handed the friend circle to his deskmate.

"..." The pen in the hand of the deskmate slipped from his fingers with a "click" and fell to the table.

The boys at the front desk turned around curiously and asked them what happened.

Not long after, there were sounds of dropping things one after another in the class.

Ren Yuzhen commented to Tang Ran with trembling fingers: [Brother Ran, are you okay, Brother Ran? ]

Could it be something wrong with being frightened by myself this morning...

Tang Ran quickly replied: [Actually, I also have some shortcomings.The downside is that the three sets add up to less than 150.It is suggested that the Mathematics Group of Senior One should publish three sets of papers as soon as possible, so that I can get a score of 150 or more. ]

"........."

In the library, Yuan Che on the side couldn't bear it anymore: "...Delete it for me."