My brother became a love brain

I have lived for 18 years, and I have always been studying hard, but I have never worked so hard.

Except for the necessary eating and sleeping, my life is completely filled with studies.

I memorized all the physics knowledge points in high school, and even got college physics textbooks from the physics teacher for further reading.Because I was too busy, I didn't have any concept of time, as if in the blink of an eye, it was the day before the final.

We stayed in a five-star hotel, but the accommodation fee for the finals was borne by the competition official, and a single room was thoughtfully arranged for each candidate.

I went down to have a buffet dinner with my room card, and I happened to meet Song Dongyang and Ma Feifei, who had half booked the restaurant and were having a candlelight dinner.

Ma Feifei also came to the stage to talk about a piano, which won the applause of many guests.

I thought about going back to my room to do a few more sets of exercises, and I wanted to go back after dinner, but I was not lucky enough to meet Song Dongyang again.

I didn't stop, and I assumed that he would say something to make me give up the exam, but what he said was: "Take the exam well."

I glanced at him in surprise, and replied, "Thank you."

On the second day of the exam, when I got the paper and looked at the paper roughly, I had already made a judgment for myself in my heart-"stable".

I held the pen and wrote down on the paper, with almost no pause or hesitation. All the knowledge points were reorganized in my brain and converged into the correct thinking for solving the problem.I am not in a hurry, to collect more points for myself, and to prevent any mistakes.

When I finished all the questions, there were still 5 minutes left. I corrected a small mistake and added an intermediate step for a big question. When the bell rang, I calmly handed in the paper.

The results of the final will be announced in three days. I have done everything I can, but I am still very concerned about the results. After all, I boasted so much that day. If I fail Ma Feifei, I will be a little embarrassed. It will also be a little frustrating.

The announcement of the final results is divided into two channels. One channel is that each candidate will receive a kraft paper bag, which contains his own test scores and a certificate of final ranking. The other channel is the award ceremony held by the organizer. The first, second and third prizes of the competition will be announced at the ceremony, and the admissions teacher of University A will present the awards in person.

The students who won the first prize will be sent to University A, the students who won the second prize will get 30 extra points for the college entrance examination, and the third prize will get 15 extra points.

On the night of the award presentation, because I was in the same school as Song Dongyang and Ma Feifei, the organizer arranged me in the middle of their seats, with Song Dongyang on my left and Ma Feifei on my right, which made me think that I was breaking them up illusion.

Song Dongyang greeted me in a low voice, and Ma Feifei, uncharacteristically, smiled and said, "Sit down, college bully."

I looked at Ma Feifei without emotion, sat down, took out the exercise book from my schoolbag, unscrewed the pen cap, and did a few questions before the awards ceremony.

"Pretentious~"

Ma Feifei's voice is just enough for me to hear, so I have the right to pretend that I didn't hear it.

Soon came the awards ceremony, the host announced the third prize and the second prize, and Ma Feifei and I were not among them.

There is only one person for the first prize, between me and Ma Feifei, one person is No.1, and the other person has no ranking.

I am not panicked at all, I believe that I will not fail to get the ranking, then there is a high probability that I will be No.1.

But when the host opened the envelope, Ma Feifei suddenly laughed, while Song Dongyang coughed lightly in embarrassment.

At this time, I also heard the host's voice.

He said: "The student who won the first prize in the No.13 Spring Breeze Cup National Physics Competition is Ma Feifei."

My brain froze for a moment.

I don't feel ashamed, sad, embarrassed, I just instinctively think I'm dreaming.

I refuse to believe that I lost, not even ranked.

What went wrong?Is the answer sheet painted wrong?Did I forget to fill in the admission number?Still, I am really inferior to others.

The music sounded, and Ma Feifei walked onto the podium in a fiery red dress, with a confident smile on her face, and everyone around her was applauding for her, but I couldn't do it.

I grabbed my schoolbag and left the venue like a clown.

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I walked alone on the unfamiliar street for a long, long time. The autumn evening wind was very cool. I put my hands together, took a breath of heat for myself, and walked slowly towards the hotel.

If you lose, you lose, and you can't afford to lose, right?

If you can't do competitions, you can still do college entrance examinations.

I comforted myself, but couldn't help but my nose was sour, my eyes were red, and tears flowed.

I am so unwilling, those desperate days and months.

It's so disappointing to lose to Ma Feifei.

But I can only accept the reality.

I wiped away my tears, went back to the hotel, and found a brown paper bag with my name on it in the hotel room.

I know it's supposed to contain my final grades and rankings, just wondering why it's in my room.

According to the teacher leading the team, shouldn't they be collected tomorrow with their own admission ticket?

I took a hot bath, worked up my courage, and opened the kraft paper bag that belonged to me. There was only a thin piece of paper inside.

I pulled out the paper, turned it over, and looked down at my paper grades.

The next moment, I was completely outraged.

In the column of the score on the roll, 150 points are written in black and white, and looking down, the final ranking is No.1.

My hands were trembling slightly, and I looked at my name, my grades and my ranking on the paper again and again.

I reached out and touched the organizer's official seal on the paper, and then thought of Song Dongyang's sigh and Ma Feifei's laughter at the moment when the first prize was presented.

Either the ceremony got it wrong, or the paper got it wrong.

I stabilized my mind, carefully put away the paper, grabbed the phone, and dialed the mobile phone number of the instructor.

Breathing heavily, I said, "Teacher, I want to apply for a review of my own test scores."