69novels Chapter 25 Topic
Chapter 25 Topic
After New Year’s Day, the students are confronted with wave after wave of test questions. After a day, the six sets of papers in all subjects are basic exercises. On weekends, it is even more exciting. Weekly exams are added to practice papers of various subjects throughout the day, and a pen refill is burst after one day is a common occurrence.
It is precisely because of the practice of weekly exams that Monday is usually used to write papers. For students like Su Mianyang, it is undoubtedly the best time to take a break. He fell asleep in the first Chinese class, and when he opened his eyes again, it was the first time Class two is over.
Su Mianyang pushed aside the dozen or so papers that covered him, and turned to look at Zhang Haichao, "No... I don't write papers, so you can just pass them on. It's like killing me."
"What if you received the edification of knowledge in your dream? Take a step back and say, don't they keep warm, how comfortable to cover."
Having been at the same table with Su Mianyang for so long, Zhang Haichao always insisted on leaving a copy of the paper for Su Mianyang.
Not for anything else, he has his own ideas. After all, the teacher sends out a lot of papers, and the interval between explanations is long, so it is inevitable that some will be lost. At this time, he can take out the one he wants from Su Mianyang's desk pocket.
Su Mianyang said in his heart, if I want to be influenced by knowledge, I shouldn't torture each other at the same table with you. Is Xiao Langyi's title of high school bully not good for him?
Thinking of Xiao Lang, Su Mianyang noticed that today is Monday, and the next semester will be Liu Juan's math class. He snapped his fingers at Zhang Haichao, "God, change your position, let me accept the influence of Xueba."
Zhang Haichao sneered, "You only hear newcomers laughing."
"If you can also help me make up a short composition in English, I will only hear you laughing in the future?" Su Mianyang glanced at him.
"That's all right." Zhang Haichao stood up.Just kidding, if he had the ability to write small English essays, he wouldn't have to wait for the examination room every time.
As soon as Zhang Haichao said this, Zhang Haichao understood it. It is likely that the English version of the thought notes that Lao Liu asked Su Mianyang to transcribe hadn't been finished yet. The two of them probably had to discuss serious matters. Su Mianyang changed positions.
High school study life is tense. Although it is the end of get out of class time, apart from reading books in the class, there are students who are hurrying to catch up on sleep.
The whole classroom was similar to the situation in the self-study class, the atmosphere was gloomy, as if dark clouds were pressing down on the place, and even the sound of changing seats was so abrupt, it caused a few people to look this way a few more times.
Xiao Lang noticed it almost as soon as Su Mianyang stood up. At first, he thought that the person was going out or simply changing seats, but he didn't want Su Mianyang to just support his head with one hand, slump his upper body on the table and look at him without saying a word. Said, just moaning mouthful after mouthful.
Xiao Lang ignored him, and continued to write the formula in his hand. After a while, Su Mianyang still kept sighing, showing no intention of speaking.
Xiao Lang, who was interrupted one after another to solve the problem, had no choice but to stop writing, and spoke first, "What's the matter?"
"Did you forget something?" Su Mianyang coughed, his eyes wandering slightly, "Just that... Quan Ying's thoughts."
Xiao Lang raised his eyebrows, lightly pressed the knuckles that were stuck with the pen, and the pen between his fingers twirled in a circle, "Didn't the class teacher ask you to copy it?"
"You don't write a single word... No, you didn't write a single letter. Do you want me to make up one too?" Su Mianyang lowered his voice.
Xiao Lang was surprised by this answer, and he never thought that Su Mianyang would really think of a way by himself, so he found a quiet place to write a supplementary article when he went out on weekends.
However, Su Mianyang's annoyed expression was really interesting, Xiao Lang deliberately tensed his expression, and returned his gaze to the paper, "Come on, my tablemate, I am optimistic about you."
"Fuck, so ruthless?" Seeing Xiao Lang's indifferent expression, it seems that he really has no intention of helping him, Su Mianyang directly held Xiao Lang's hands, "I will die with you, you don't want to write another one with me here Character."
This action came too suddenly, Xiao Lang failed to hold the fountain pen, and the body of the pen fell to the table with a "click" sound.
The palm of Su Mianyang's tightly pressing him was hot, and the scorching heat slowly seeped down from the back of his pressed hand, gradually allowing his fingertips that were numb from the cold to regain consciousness.
Xiao Lang tried to move his wrist but failed, and lost the courage to withdraw his hand the next moment.
Although the classroom doors are closed tightly and the seats are arranged even more closely on weekdays, everyone is a stove that radiates heat, but City Z is located in the north, so the temperature is not much warmer.
No. [-] Middle School is an old-fashioned school that is not as high as No. [-] Middle School, which came from behind. The heating equipment is not perfect. On windy days, the cold air smashes against the glass with all its strength.
The cold came in through the cracks in the windows, and it hurt like needles into the bones of people. The blow made Xiao Lang, who is already afraid of the cold, doubt life even more. This is not the first time he has imagined wearing a military coat to school feasibility.
This palm temperature is really good for keeping warm.
"I've written it, you can leave it to the class teacher when you find time." Xiao Lang was so troubled that he couldn't help it, he twitched his knuckles, "Let go."
Su Mianyang was stunned, and it took him a while to realize what Xiao Lang said. The stone in his heart fell to the ground suddenly, "You are awesome, little classmate, I will only follow you in the future, and I will never cheat you."
It was also at the same time that Liu Juan just opened the door and walked into the classroom, seeing their "close and friendly" scene.
"What are you two doing?"
"This..." Su Mianyang received Xiao Lang's faint gaze just after he uttered the first word.
You can't cheat each other.
This is what he promised Xiao Lang just a minute ago, and now Su Mianyang can only open his eyes and talk nonsense, "I don't know one question, and I want to perceive the intention of the person who made the question through the hands of the top students at the same table. "
Liu Juan thought this statement was quite interesting, and subconsciously asked, "Oh? What is the intention of the questioner?"
Su Mianyang said: "He wants me to die."
Liu Juan found that after a long time, she can adapt to everything. Now she actually feels that there is no wave in her heart, and she doesn't even have the idea of letting Su Mianyang get out.
"I don't feel well in my throat today and I don't want to scold you. Since you said so, I'll give you a chance. Let the students listen to the rest of the multiple-choice questions you perceive."
Su Mianyang frowned, realizing that things were not that simple, "Is that why you want me to give a lecture?"
Liu Juan let out a "huh".
"Hey, I was ordered to be in danger." Su Mianyang stood up and prepared to go to the podium.
Liu Juan glanced at him, "Today I'm going to talk about the weekly exam papers."
Su Mianyang followed and nodded.
"Yesterday's weekly exam paper." Liu Juan added.
Su Mianyang nodded solemnly.
Xiao Lang couldn't stand it anymore, and handed his pen and paper to Su Mianyang.
It was only then that Su Mianyang realized Liu Juan's hint. It turned out that she thought she was empty-handed and defiled the sacred podium.
"Teacher, then I will speak according to your daily style." After getting on the podium with the paper in his hands, Su Mianyang gave Liu Juan a sideways glance.
Liu Juan really wanted to know what kind of moth he could make, she nodded and didn't say much.
Su Mianyang held the test paper, cleared his throat, "I won't talk about the first three questions, I'll give you sub-questions, if you make a mistake, reflect on yourself, which ones don't you know about the remaining multiple-choice questions?"
No one dared to believe the level of a poor student on weekdays. There was a sudden silence, and no one raised their hands to ask questions.
Zhang Haichao was the first to raise his hand with the idea of applauding the boss, and asked a question that seemed not difficult: "Mr. Su, how do you write the fourth question?"
Su Mianyang glanced at the fourth question. Xiao Lang simply marked a formula next to the question. He copied the formula on the blackboard and looked at Zhang Haichao with a deep expression.
"This question is very simple. I'll put the formula here, and the rest is up to you to figure it out. If it doesn't work, I suggest you copy the formula thirty or forty times."
Zhang Haichao was speechless.
At this time, the classroom was very quiet for a while, and after Zhang Haichao’s lessons learned, no one asked any more questions. Until the commotion sounded from somewhere, Zhou Wenhao, who was sitting in the front row, raised his hand, lowered his head and said in a low voice. "Question No. 12."
The weekly exam papers are formatted strictly in accordance with the college entrance examination format. Question No.12 is the main axis of multiple-choice questions. It is relatively comprehensive.
Usually it takes half a class for Lao Liu to speak, but few people understand it, and the benefits are not big, so students are generally advised to give up directly, do it if they have time, and just do it if they don’t have time.
Witnessing the reason why Su Mianyang came to the stage to give a lecture, everyone understood his level and took this class purely for entertainment and relaxation.
No one thought to really ask this poor student a difficult question, so when Zhou Wenhao said this, the whole class entered a new round of strange silence.
Xiao Lang also didn't understand Zhou Wenhao's intentions, and it was obviously embarrassing to ask Su Mianyang with question No.12.
He frowned, looked up at the podium, wondering how Su Mianyang would end up.
And the next moment when the two of them looked into each other's eyes, Xiao Lang knew that Su Mianyang was going to break his promise.
"That's a good question—" Su Mianyang deliberately prolonged the ending to delay, and quickly searched for solutions to the problem in his mind.
The moment Su Mianyang met Xiao Lang's eyes, he found a savior, and naturally threw the promise he had made into the sky.
"Student Xiao Lang, here is a chance for you to come and tell everyone about your approach to solving the problem."
Xiao Lang felt that he couldn't get used to Su Mianyang, lest he encourage the other party to drag him into the water, so he stood up expressionlessly, and said coldly, "No."
Su Mianyang nodded deeply after hearing this, "The question that even Xiao Lang can't understand is definitely beyond the outline, so delete this question and don't do it."
Xiao Lang: "?"
No one in the class spoke.
"It seems that everyone has no problem," Su Mianyang looked at Liu Juan, "Teacher, the lecture is over."
This is definitely the fastest time since the explanation of the multiple-choice questions in the sixth class of mathematics.
Liu Juan had a complicated expression, and waved her hand to signal Su Mianyang to return to her seat. She looked at the students in the class, cleared her uncomfortable throat, "Choose C for question No. 12, and this question is indeed super-class. You don't need to look at it."
The moment he returned to his seat and handed the paper to Xiao Lang, Su Mianyang glanced at the position of question No. 12 on the paper, where a C was neatly written, and he touched Xiao Lang with his elbow, "This is Did you figure it out yourself?"
Xiao Lang said frankly, "Yes, it is calculated using probability."
Su Mianyang couldn't help laughing.
With palms up, Xiao Lang stretched out his hand in front of Su Mianyang.
Su Mianyang was stunned for a moment, then he frowned, and after hesitating again and again, he carefully put his hand on Xiao Lang's palm.
Xiao Lang: "...I want you to give me back the pen."