69novels Chapter 27 History Lesson
Chapter 27 History Lesson
"Excellent." Zhang Haichao looked at Su Mianyang with admiration, clasped his palms together to hold his paper, "God, if you can't let me have the grades of Lang Dae, can you let me have the luck of Brother Yang?"
Su Mianyang picked up the pen that Xiao Lang gave him and tried to turn it a few times, but after all, he didn't have the habit of turning the pen, and the fountain pen barely turned half a turn between his fingers before it fell off. He raised his eyebrows and said to Zhang Haichao : "God says ugly rejects."
Zhang Haichao: "?"
Zhou Qingyang didn't speak when she entered the class. She stood on the podium with a blank face, called the name of the class representative, took her weekly exam paper and looked at it for a while, and handed it back dissatisfied.
Seeing Zhou Qingyang standing on the podium, the classroom that was bustling with people a minute ago was as silent as a extinguished flame heart. Most of the students directly lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly into Zhou Qingyang's eyes, firmly believing that as long as they did so, they would not be pointed To the name.
Everyone has different ways to avoid eye contact with the teacher. For example, Zhang Haichao has been insisting on pretending to bend down to pick up a pen whenever Zhou Qingyang asks a question for almost a semester.
As soon as the class bell rang, his pen dropped again.
But this time Zhou Qingyang didn't ask questions by name at the beginning, she read the paper for a while without saying a word, which made the atmosphere of the whole class tense.
Finally, she put down the paper, looked straight at Xiao Lang, and called his name, "Student Xiao Lang, explain why you still chose the wrong question for the sixth question?"
Xiao Lang stood up and said two simple words, "No."
Su Mianyang looked at Xiao Lang in surprise. Even if he really couldn't, this question was the original question that Zhou Qingyang had just mentioned before the exam. Such a low-level mistake really shouldn't have happened to Xiao Lang.
This rhetoric obviously couldn't convince Zhou Qingyang either. She rolled up the paper in her hand and tapped on the desk, "I just talked about the multiple-choice question before the exam. Why are you still wrong? Why are you not listening to the class?"
"I'll go..." Zhang Haichao, who was sitting next to him, secretly pulled Su Mianyang's arm, and muttered in a low voice, "I was wrong about this question too, the history teacher was not so fierce before."
Su Mianyang can understand Zhou Qingyang's mood. The young teacher gave 12 points of enthusiasm to his work, but he didn't get the free marks he talked about. What's more, the person who made such a low-level mistake is Xiao Lang, who loves deeply and takes responsibility .
"Listen." Xiao Lang looked straight at Zhou Qingyang very calmly, and said the reason he didn't intend to say in Zhou Qingyang's probing gaze, "But I don't agree with the answer analysis, so I still painted the original options during the exam. "
"You copy the outline of the unit involved to me."
Zhou Qingyang's face was not very good-looking, but she didn't say anything else. She turned to look at the others, "Did anyone choose the wrong question? If they made a mistake, copy the unit outline again."
The whole class fell silent, no one in her line of sight dared to raise their heads to speak, for fear of disaster befalling them.
Until one hand was raised, which attracted the attention of the whole class.Zhou Qingyang frowned, Su Mianyang stood up under everyone's gaze, "I, I also chose the wrong one."
Zhang Haichao almost suffered a cardiac arrest. He watched helplessly as his left side was called, and his right side chose to blew himself up. He was the only one left among the three seated and sat still.
Su Mianyang leaned against the wall on the right, with a somewhat casual tone, "For the same reason, I don't think my answer is wrong."
Zhou Qingyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "A hopeless student like you is just on the passing line. If you don't want to attend the class, don't stay in the classroom, go out and stand."
However, before Zhang Haichao could calm down, what Su Mianyang said next made his heart tighten even more.
"Teacher, I don't agree with what you said." Su Mianyang said loudly, "I went out because I thought differently from your standard answer, not because I was a hopeless student lying on the history passing line. I hope Don't confuse concepts."
Zhou Qingyang was so choked that she couldn't even breathe smoothly. She glared at Su Mianyang, "I don't know what you have learned? With your attitude, you can pass the exam?"
"Then what if I can pass the exam?" Facing Zhou Qingyang's pressing questions, Su Mianyang didn't feel any pressure at all, and he even asked the other party back with interest.
"It's impossible for a student like you to learn well," Zhou Qingyang said, "Get out, right now."
Su Mianyang didn't care about the result. He patted Zhang Haichao on the back to signal him to move forward, and walked out from behind Zhang Haichao. When he walked behind Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang still didn't react. He didn't move. He had no choice but to pat Xiao Lang on the shoulder.The next moment Xiao Lang made a move, left his seat and walked towards the door before him.
Su Mianyang's hand stopped in mid-air.
The classmates in the class looked at this scene in amazement, unable to understand Xiao Lang's self-inflicted behavior, Zhou Qingyang also frowned.
That sentence was just because Su Mianyang happened to hit her on the muzzle of the gun to divert his anger. To be honest, she didn't want to do anything to this student bully who had just transferred here not long ago.
Su Mianyang hurriedly followed Xiao Lang out of the classroom.
January is the cold winter season. City Z has a high latitude and low temperature, and there are often strong winds in winter. You can be slapped back with a big mouth as soon as you go out.
Like a knife, it cuts on the exposed skin of a person, and it is useless to cover it tightly. The wind can penetrate into the bones through the gaps in the clothes, and has both physical and magical attacks. It is nicknamed the demon wind by the locals.
The sixth class is in the westernmost corner of the second floor, facing the office of the liberal arts class, and next to it is the corridor entrance, forming a simple narrow pipe effect.
The wind was clamoring from the east side of the corridor, and it was blowing steadily all the way. Even Su Mianyang, who was used to the winter in City Z, couldn't help but rub his hands together in such weather. Fortunately, Xiao Lang was standing on his east side at the moment, It just blocked some strong winds for him.
Su Mianyang quietly snuggled up to Xiao Lang, trying to gain more warmth.
"Are you cold or not, why don't we switch places?" The Yaofeng in Z City is notoriously cold, and no one can stand it if you stand in the wind for a few minutes. Xiao Lang's cold constitution will only make it worse.
Xiao Lang rolled his eyelids, "No need, it's not cold."
Su Mianyang really didn't believe it, he moved to Xiao Lang's east side without saying a word, reached out and grabbed Xiao Lang's cold left hand that was tucked into his sleeve.
"Damn it." Su Mianyang couldn't help cursing.
Although he had prepared in advance, he really didn't expect Xiao Lang's hand to be so cold. He held Xiao Lang's left hand and rubbed it together, "Children who can cry have milk, you know, little classmate?"
Xiao Lang didn't say anything, just let him rub for a while, and then suddenly withdrew his hand. Su Mianyang didn't react, and looked at Xiao Lang suspiciously after a while.
"Your answer is correct, I heard it." After a moment of silence, Xiao Lang said so.
"Ah..." Su Mianyang came back to his senses, and smiled indifferently, "I just don't want to go to class."
"No need," Xiao Lang's eyelashes drooped slightly, "Stop doing such meaningless things."
Xiao Lang knew Su Mianyang's intention to defend himself just by looking at it.
I can't tell what kind of psychology it is, but whenever Xiao Lang faces kindness, the first thing he thinks of is to avoid it.
He has been taught many things since he was a child, he knows how to give, he knows what is good and what is bad, but he has not learned how to accept a person's kindness.
No one will accompany him through the journey of life. He doesn't know who will get off at any stop.
Xiao Lang can only think that everything is fair, if he accepts one person's kindness, he will inevitably give back more, and the two will continue to owe more and more until he can no longer share the things of both parties. Clearly.When it comes time to part, he will feel guilty for the debt he cannot repay.
If the end is doomed to failure, he would rather not start, and everyone is like this.
"Xiao Lang." This was the first time Su Mianyang called out his full name in such a solemn tone since we knew each other for so long, so Xiao Lang frowned slightly when he raised his eyes.
"Aren't all of you academic masters so duplicity?" Su Mianyang looked at Xiao Lang, and said in a casual tone, "Whether there is meaning depends not only on the value of the material itself, but also relative to the subject. I think there is Meaning means meaning."
The abundance of emotion moved him, but it was a pity that a gust of cold wind blew over when he said this touching words.
Su Mianyang originally wanted to say something to finish handsomely, but in the end he couldn't hold back the itching of his nasal cavity and sneezed loudly.
Okay.
Su Mianyang touched his nose.
Although it is not handsome enough, it can be regarded as a resounding ending anyway.
"... Whatever you want." Xiao Lang looked away.
Su Mianyang wished he could cheer when get out of class was over.
In fact, for him, if it wasn't for Xiao Lang standing outside with him, he would have run away long ago, but after all, people go outside the classroom because of him, and it would be too inhuman for him to leave Xiao Lang alone.
Zhou Qingyang was the first to come out of the classroom. She didn't linger on Su Mianyang too much, she just glanced at Xiao Lang with a complicated expression, and asked someone to follow her to the office.
The teacher in charge of the class would never embarrass a good student, Su Mianyang said goodbye to the teacher with confidence, and walked into the classroom swaggeringly.
Back in the warm classroom, Su Mianyang came back to life. He patted Zhang Haichao's desk, "Dog, did you miss me in class?"
After hearing this, Zhang Haichao sneered, "Did you two think about how I felt when you two left me to stay and fly together? Do you know how helpless I am when I have empty seats on both sides?"
Su Mianyang stretched comfortably when he sat in his seat, "If you're envious, you came out together at that time. The wind outside is blowing like a motorcycle. It's so cool."
"Take a look, are you talking in human language? If I also go out, we will have three outlines. Isn't it better for four people to write two outlines now?"
Zhang Haichao put together several drafts on the table, handed half to Su Mianyang, and put the other half on Xiao Lang's desk, "Old rules, this is the first half of the outline I wrote with Knife last class, and the second half was written by Lang Dad, you two are here by yourself."
"Dog, that's enough loyalty," Su Mianyang snapped his fingers, "Tomorrow night, he will study at Xishan by himself. He always chatters at night. Let's go over the wall and I'll take you to rub it with a knife."
Zhang Haichao was naturally 1 willing, but he still asked one more question, "Don't you want to bring your father?"
Su Mianyang sighed, and looked at Zhang Haichao with the eyes of a silly son, "Think about why you are called Xiao Langlang's father."
Zhang Haichao thought about it seriously, "Because Father Lang's grades are very good."
"That's enough," Su Mianyang's tone was full of hatred, "You expect the first grader to skip class with us? I don't think he can even climb over the wall."