The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

Zhang Feng first told Zhou Qi about Xu Wenwen's punishment for cheating in the exam.

Make a demerit, report it to the school, go home and reflect on it for a month.

The school rules clearly state that "If there is any cheating in the exam, those who are serious will be expelled from the school." But the school rules are often not implemented, just like the school rules also say "Those who do not wear school uniforms will be suspended from class and returned to the dormitory to change their clothes. Classes cannot be resumed until the requirements are met.” But Zhou Qi does not wear a school uniform every day, and he has survived until now.

Senior high school demerits can be canceled at the discretion of the situation. Going home and reflecting on it for a month is nothing but a little mung bean who can no longer come to him every week to refresh the dungeon. The most severe punishment among the three is the school notification.

The school's announcement means that Xu Wenwen's cheating on many exams was widely publicized at the flag-raising ceremony.

These students who have been stable in the top grades are well-known in the grade department. Xu Wenwen is quite active. Although he doesn't study much, he usually actively participates in school activities. From senior one to senior three, there are three grade departments A lot of classmates who knew Xu Wenwen.

The way the school notified Xu Wenwen of cheating was thieves. Not to mention the aging of the school's information system and improper program protection, it only criticized and informed Xu Wenwen of wrong intentions, and repeatedly used improper means to cheat in exams.

After the flag was raised on Monday, Zhou Qi could hear his classmates talking about the glorious deeds of "good high-tech students" from the big break to the cafeteria.

Xu Wenwen cheated, which is equivalent to beating all the students in the grade in the back-to-back exam from the first year of high school to the present.

Except first grade.

Zhou Qi very consciously changed his grade ranking from 84 to 954 on the grade sheet when he scored 953 in the last monthly exam.

There is no class yet, during the break, the results of the mock exam and the mid-term exam have not yet come down, the bulletin board is empty, and only a monthly exam report card from more than half a month ago is pasted.

Zhou Qi had just painted 4 into 3, and before he could put on the cap of the pen, Yan Yi walked in from the front door of the classroom next to him.

Yan Yi held two sheets of A4 paper with some form printed on them. He looked at Zhou Qi and handed one over: "The transcripts of the mock exam and the midterm exam have been pasted with double-sided tape. Please help me to paste them together." Go to the bulletin board?"

Zhou Qi took it and glanced at it. What he had in his hand was the mock test report card: "Is the result down now?"

Yan Yi said closely, "Yeah. It's down." He glanced at Zhou Qi, as if he didn't understand, "It's a pity that Fu Mingzhi didn't take the midterm exam, and the first grade in the midterm exam is not in our class."

Yan Yi neatly posted the report card, and Zhou Qi saw that No.1 on the report card was replaced by Yan Yi, 710, tenth in grade.

Yan Yi looked at the report card and said: "If Fu Mingzhi took the city general examination, he should be able to pass 730 or above, and he would have no problem getting district one. Fu Mingzhi's city general examination is basically district one every year, and if he does well in the city examination, he will be city one. "

Zhou Qi also posted the mock test report card, and Fu Mingzhi was still the first in the grade in the mock test.

He looked at the report card twice, "tsk", and lazily said: "I won't let Xiao Ming skip the exam because of other people's business in the future."

The students in the classroom saw two blank papers that looked like report cards pasted on the bulletin board, and rushed over screaming.

Yan Yi took two steps back outside the door consciously, and looked at Zhou Qi from a distance: "Is the other person you're talking about yourself?"

Zhou Qi also went out, leaned against the door, and smiled: "How do you know?"

"Who else could it be except you?" Yan Yi adjusted his glasses and glanced at him, "Didn't you count yourself?"

"Fuck, Zhou Qi, do you want a salted fish stab?" Zhou Qi didn't say anything, and then he put an arm over and pushed him away, "When we were in the last row together, I was the last one. , you are second to last, it's only been a few months, you don't want me?"

The buddy on his shoulders was tall and burly, a head taller than Zhou Qi.

It is Jiang Zifang, the only sports student in the class, who used to sit with Zhou Qi in the exclusive user seat of single seat and single row.

"I don't want you anymore?" Zhou Qi looked at him with a smile, "Do I want you?"

Jiang Zifang hooked him, and his eyes were glued to the report card. He was tall and could see the report card without crowding people to the front: "Brother, did you script the exam? I'm still the last one, why did you end up in the class?" Top ten? I am 340, you are 640?"

"640?"

"Zhou Qi 640?"

"Where is Zhou Qi?"

Zhou Qi hadn't had time to look up his grades, nor had he seen how many points he had scored in the midterm exam, but Jiang Zifang's shout attracted the attention of many students who were looking at the grades in front of him. Looking back at Zhou Qi.

"!! Really, tenth, 640, 6666!"

"Damn it, how did he pass the exam? What the hell is this progress?"

"Is this the grade that an e-sports art student should take?"

"It's so inspiring, my God..."

Zhou Qi looked at Jiang Zifang, and lowered his voice as if telling a big secret: "Don't love me, it won't work."

"..." Jiang Zifang had nothing to say to Zhou Qi at first, but suddenly noticed the first row, and made a fuss about Zhou Qi, "Wait, Fu Mingzhi seems to be looking at you all the time."

Zhou Qi: "Huh?"

Jiang Zifang immediately distanced himself from Zhou Qi: "Brother Fu is just looking at you, stay away from me, let's avoid suspicion, I'm not interested in men."

Zhou Qi: "?"

"You make it sound like Xiao Ming is interested in men." A primary school student like Zhou Qi is very concerned about the sense of ritual of addressing, "Why do you call him Brother Fu Mingzhi? Why don't you call him Brother Fu?"

"Brother Fu... Zhou Qi, are you disgusting? You want to call yourself." Jiang Zifang got goosebumps, and took a sneak peek at Fu Mingzhi. After the area broke down, the classmates in the class called Fu Mingzhi Brother Fu in private. He is the first in grade, what's wrong with calling Brother Sheng?"

"?" Zhou Qi pressed his palate, "You call someone else's brother, why is it still my fault?"

Jiang Zifang hesitated for a while. He didn't like to talk about others behind his back, but he was telling the truth: "Brother Fu was not very gregarious in the past, but now he is more gregarious than before. We have a good relationship, so everyone calls him Brother Fu."

Jiang Zifang scratched his head: "I feel that Brother Fu got along with you after he was at the same table with you. Does it have nothing to do with you?"

Zhou Qi thought that he didn't have that kind of ability, and besides, he didn't feel that the number one in the grade had changed——

Always careful, easy to coax... especially kind to people.

Zhou Qi licked his lips, and suddenly smiled: "Brother, how is my relationship with you?"

Jiang Zifang became vigilant: "Very good, what's the matter?"

Zhou Qi clapped his hands towards him, like beckoning a puppy: "Come, call me brother."

Jiang Zifang: "..."

Zhou Qi still wanted to say to Jiang Zifang, "Call me, brother." But just after saying "Call me," someone suddenly said nonchalantly: "Brother, it's time for class. Are you still standing at the door chatting with people?"

"Xiao Ming?" Zhou Qi got goosebumps when Fu Mingzhi called him "brother". He turned his head to look at his watch, "There is no class yet, and the first time is only 2 minutes away..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Qi's hand was pulled up, and he was pulled towards the seat.

"You have held my hand." Zhou Qi waved the hand held by Fu Mingzhi shamelessly, followed him and leaned into his ear and asked, "Holding hands in the classroom, Xiao Ming, are you not ashamed?"

"Jingle Bell--"

The bell rang for the first class.

Fu Mingzhi's ears turned red as if he was allergic, but instead he clenched Zhou Qi's restless hands: "Shut up, go back and sit down."

From the first time he waltzed with Fu Mingzhi, Zhou Qi noticed that Fu Mingzhi's palms tended to get cold and sweat easily.

Sitting back in his seat, Zhou Qi rubbed his thumb against the thin sweat on the palm of the first grader: "Xiao Ming, your hands are sweating."

Fu Mingzhi pulled out his hand, and took out the Chinese textbook test paper with a blank expression: "Lesson is over."

Zhou Qi knocked on his table with a pen, and said seriously: "Aren't you really suffering from kidney deficiency?"

As he said that, Zhou Qi took out his mobile phone from the hole in the table, opened the browser, entered and searched for the entry "reason for sweating", and patiently analyzed it for the first grader: "Look, it is said on the Internet that most sweating is due to kidney deficiency. Or less exercise, judging from your physical performance, the reason can't be lack of exercise, isn't it..."

"To shut up."

"The Chinese teacher hasn't come yet, what are you doing?" Zhou Qi touched Fu Mingzhi's back waist. At first he was talking nonsense here, but after talking a few words, the more he talked, the more he felt that he made sense, "I also searched for kidney deficiency. One is congenital deficiency, the other is acquired excess. But I live with you every day and I haven’t seen you acquired excess, then you can only be congenitally deficient.”

"..."

Zhou Qimao suddenly opened up, and didn't even care about the Chinese teacher coming in: "I have slept with you for several days, and I have never seen you react in the morning... Damn, Xiao Ming, aren't you?"

Zhou Qi's voice was very low, so only Fu Mingzhi could hear it.

Fu Mingzhi endured his red ears and hot face, and was too ashamed to say anything else: "Shut up."

Not only because of what Zhou Qi said, but also because of some things that came to mind.

Sleeping with Zhou Qi, Fu Mingzhi would get dressed and wash up before Zhou Qi woke up, of course he wouldn't let Zhou Qi see anything...he didn't want Zhou Qi to see.

Zhou Qi made a "tsk" sound, looked down, and recalled while looking——

It seems that it has never happened before.

Fu Mingzhi knew exactly where Zhou Qi was looking. In the classroom, during class, Zhou Qi was watching him.

The first grader curled up his fingers in shame, as if begging for help: "Zhou Qi, stop making trouble...don't look."

Just look at it...

After careful consideration, Zhou Qi said: "I don't want to watch it, can I touch it?"

The Chinese teacher of Class 21 is a 30-year-old female teacher. She works vigorously and wears glasses. On the podium, she analyzes the results of the Chinese mid-term exam for the students:

"Okay, let's go to class. Everyone, take out the papers of the midterm exam, and let's analyze the results first." The Chinese teacher turned around and wrote down the range of the test results and the number of people in the range carefully on the blackboard, "First of all, The highest score in our class is Wang Feng, the representative of the class, with 138 points, the average score..."

The Chinese teacher wrote down all the grades before turning around and putting away the chalk tip: "The difficulty of the Chinese test paper for this midterm exam is very low. I don't know if your other subject teachers have said that this time the questions are Chinese and mathematics. It is the easiest, and the three subjects of science and comprehensiveness are relatively difficult. Because the Chinese papers are simple, judging from the scores of the midterm exam, everyone did well in the exam."

"But I still want to give special praise to one classmate. This classmate has improved very fast. The last monthly exam was still 84 points, but this time he has already scored more than 20 points in the exam, an improvement of more than [-] points." The Chinese teacher said. Just look at the first row, "This classmate is from the class..."

The Chinese teacher paused abruptly for two seconds, then: "Zhou Qi?! What are you doing?"

"..." Zhou Qi was shocked.

"Stand up and talk!" The Chinese teacher blushed with anger, "What are you doing when you put your hand on someone's lap in class?!"

Zhou Qi stood up and remained silent for a few seconds, sighed, with a look of concern for the country and the people: "Teacher, I'm checking his pulse." Zhou Qi had already given up the treatment, and looked at Fu Mingzhi who was staring at him expressionlessly. Said, "It's the joy pulse."