don't stick with me

Chapter 60 Another one

The news that an airborne soldier came to the first class spread throughout the school almost in a day. Someone inquired about his grades, not to mention the first airborne class, and the eighth airborne class had to be hanged for two rounds.

Everyone in the school was talking about Liu Dayan going crazy, and it was unbelievable that he would hold back a class of heavy duty at such a juncture. Some people joked on the forum that unless this "airborne soldier" was really an airborne soldier, it would be Liu The big eyes were taken away.

There was a lot of news outside, but class one was extraordinarily quiet, because Ding Xiang was a very poor student.

According to Dora, the class monitor, Lao Qiao received the order from Liu Dayan, and the students should help each other, and no gossip is allowed, and those caught will be dealt with as violations of discipline.

Many people sneered at this. There are a sea of ​​impoverished students in the No. 670 middle school and branch schools. No one has the privilege because of this. Guo Ba in the first class is also an extremely impoverished student, but Guo Ba’s grades are usually stable at [-]. The top five scores are not at the same level at all.

The reason is obviously bullshit.

But doubts are doubts, teenagers of this age are very face-saving, especially those who are often praised as "excellent in character and learning". , there are too many things to distract everyone, Ding thinks it's just an insignificant episode.

In the physics class, Lao Qiao brought the freshly released monthly exam report card, and read the top ten rankings and total scores. There was not much change. The top ten academic gods in a class were almost fixed, and the only thing worth paying attention to was Only Jiang Peizhi's total score was two points higher than the last midterm. The last time it was 739, this time it was 741. The second runner-up, Wen Kuo, only scored 701 this time. The total scores of Lin Duo and others also dropped. , so it has nothing to do with the difficulty of the problem.

But the animal has improved again.

Wen Kuo, who was dumped by forty points: "..."

After Lao Qiao finished reading, he asked the ten students who had passed the monthly exam to go to his office after class, and encouraged them a few words before starting the lecture.

Wen Kuo poked the paper resentfully, and just poked a few black dots when he was knocked off his hand.

Jiang Peizhi handed him a notebook: "The key question types summarized in the previous set of questions, take time to read them, don't bully the paper."

Wen Kuo shrugged off his paws, opened the notebook, and saw the neat handwriting on it. At a glance, he could see that the second question was the original question of this monthly exam. Only the numbers were changed, and nothing else changed.

Old Joe mentioned this in his lecture above.

"The question type is very new, and there are some difficulties. What does it mean in this crucial monthly exam? It means that everyone should pay attention. It may be the wind vane of the college entrance examination. It doesn't matter if you stumble on this question this time. The important thing is you. You have to figure it out, and make sure that you can make it [-]% next time you encounter it, even if the steamed buns are twisted into flower rolls, you will get full marks."

The students below saw that Old Qiao released the correct answer on the projection, and screamed one after another.

"Let me tell you where I lost my physics score this time. I spent a long time on this question, and I lost two conditions."

"This question is too scary, difficult and deceitful. It would be nice to have a basic idea in the examination room."

"Is it just me who feels that this question is a bit out of scope..."

"Me too. When I saw it, I was thinking that no one could solve this question. Even if it was all empty, it wouldn't be able to close the gap."

Listening to their discussions, Wen Kuo thought that not only was someone able to do it, but he also got full marks.

Old Qiao: "Only one person in the whole grade got full marks for this question. Not only this question got full marks, but physics also got full marks. Do you know why?"

Wen Kuo tilted his face to the side, and flipped through the pages of notes.

Because this animal can pass three rounds of a new material a week.

With such a perverted amount of questions, it’s hard to get a good score. Some question types on the market can master 90.00% of five or more, and it’s just a matter of doing the questions with the brains of the question group.

Compared to this perverted learning god, Wen Kuo is much lazy. He is a less practical gifted type, and he is used to taking shortcuts in his studies. Even if there is no shortcut, he can find a way to create a shortcut. Over time, The problems at the minutiae are fully exposed, and the gap between them becomes more obvious as they go to the back.

Jiang Peizhi's current level is estimated to be stable at around 730, and Wen Kuo's entrance into 710 depends entirely on his mood. Not enterprising.

In Old Joe's words, he needs stimulation.

The excitement came right away, being dumped for a full forty points, unprecedented in the history of No. [-] Middle School, and the results like a cliff directly stimulated the young master to retreat.

I don’t know if I’m retreating and thinking ahead, but it seems quite autistic anyway.

After school at noon, Jiang Peizhi collected the papers and asked him to eat, Wen Kuo said, "I won't eat, I'll go to the bookstore later."

Jiang Peizhi raised his eyebrows.

Wen Kuo: "You go, leave me alone."

It sounds like he still has a little temper.

Not long after Jiang Peizhi had left, Wen Kuo also stood up, intending to go to the bookstore outside to pick up two materials. He zipped up his jacket while going downstairs, and when he went down to the last step, he was suddenly bumped lightly by someone. .

"Is Class [-] of Senior Three over here?"

She is a tall and beautiful girl with light makeup on her face and slightly curly hair. She looks very out of place with No. [-] Middle School. She should be a student from the art class.

Wen Kuo: "Li Yi is on the second floor, Wen Yi is on the third floor."

"Thank you." The girl's voice was very light, and the moment she walked upstairs sideways, her little gray skirt drew a beautiful arc.

Beautiful is really beautiful, to the extent that it can make Old Antique Liu Dayan go bald on the spot.

He has long heard that the art class is tough and unruly. Since the first year of high school, there have been various rumors, such as which student in the art class fell in love with someone who directly blocked him in the hotel, which student Tired of studying, he skipped class and flew to the UK to travel. A student drove a Maybach to a small restaurant nearby to play mahjong. All kinds of outrageous things happened one after another.

In fact, No. [-] Middle School's original intention was to learn the "sapling" reform of the attached middle school. The attached high school is the benchmark in this regard. The art class also produced a popular Golden Elephant actor. They looked at the beautiful appearance next door and envied the candidates, so they learned it. The four are not the same, almost creating a gray area that cannot be disciplined.

Wen Kuo didn't pay much attention to these things, but he heard the discussion on the forum, which probably means that as long as there are art students coming to the cultural class, there must be a third person who will be in trouble.I don't know which school of unique knowledge is so accurate, it's quite mysterious anyway, Wen Kuo remembered that when the girl went upstairs, there was a pink envelope in her pocket, and she probably came to send a love letter to someone.

The monks on their side basically don't interact with the students in the art class, probably in the first class of liberal arts. He remembers that there is a handsome Alpha on Wenyi's side, and his calligraphy is very beautiful. Last year's New Year's Day, he had a lineup with the art class. programme.

However, Wen Yi didn't have much communication with them, and their relationship was average, Wen Kuo thought, even if he was unlucky, it wouldn't be his fault.

While thinking wildly, Wen Kuo left the school, and the small bookstore in Qilipo was bustling with people, and there were quite a few people who came out to buy materials at this point.He carefully selected three sets of questions and was going to check out. When he passed by a small shelf, he glanced at it from the corner of his eye and saw a new batch of copybooks.

Wen Kuo paused, and suddenly remembered that Sister Hua said to him before, if it weren't for the ugly teacher's eye pain, it is estimated that the score of each paper could be increased by two or three points, at least the Chinese composition is no problem.

Two or three points for each of the six subjects, adding up to more than ten points, I used to dismiss it, but now I feel that anyone who can't make it up with the score is an idiot.

Wen Kuo snatched up two copies.

When we went back, there were already many people in the classroom. Wen Kuo sat down with the materials, and found that Jiang Peizhi was not doing the quizzes. He plugged in his headphones and was working on a matt book that he didn’t know where he came from. Write something.

Wen Kuo: "Where is your Renaissance, where did you get matt?"

Jiang Peizhi ignored him, Wen Kuo leaned over to look at it by himself, and found a vertical row of Chinese character strokes written on it, and he was actually practicing calligraphy.

Wen Kuo: "Your handwriting is so beautiful and you have practiced it. Can you give us low-level people a little way to survive?"

"Well, so it's not for me."

Wen Kuo was puzzled, and Jiang Peizhi handed over the book: "Practise your strokes well, write one stroke a day, practice it horizontally and vertically, and you will be able to read the characters."

Wen Kuo: "..."

"Thank you, I bought it myself." He pointed at the two brand new copybooks.

Jiang Peizhi didn't give him any face: "If you write ten more books with this sloppy practice method, you won't make any progress."

Wen Kuo asked why you are so good at talking.

"Start horizontally, spend half an hour every day, and show me when you finish writing."

"Sister Hua sent you here?"

Jiang Peizhi: "It is."

Wen Kuo didn't bother to ask him whether this "is considered" or not, he put away his notebook and said earnestly: "Thank you, when you succeed, you will definitely be rewarded."

"You reward?"

Wen Kuo: "...all the teachers in the class will be rewarded."

After chatting for a while and seeing that it was getting late, Wen Kuo put all the temporarily unused things on the table into the small box at his feet, and when he bent down, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a box in Jiang Peizhi's stomach.

As soon as Wen Kuo's eyes stopped, he unconsciously took a serious look.

It is a packaging box for a limited edition watch of winng.

The watch he was wearing before was from Winng, but the dial was cracked during the physical test of the long jump, and he threw it home a long time ago, and he hasn't had time to buy a new watch.

He put the book away and sat up, pretending to ask casually, "Do you have anything else for me?"

"Huh?" Jiang Peizhi was about to reach out for the paper.

Wen Kuo looked at him and blinked: "I said, do you have something else to give me?"

Jiang Peizhi paused for a moment when he touched the belly of the table.

Wen Kuo followed him with his eyes, and then saw that Jiang Peizhi took out a pink envelope.

Somewhat familiar.

Wen Kuo: "..." Grass.

Maybe it was because his expression was too split, Jiang Peizhi looked over and said, "Did you send it?"

"... I am sick to write you a love letter?"

Zhao Jiaxu, who has a keen ear for gossip, said, "What love letter? What love letter? Why is there another love letter?"

Wen Kuo buried his head and started writing questions, pretending that he was deaf.

Zhao Jiaxu hesitated for a moment: "So, Ruan Wenchao wrote a love letter to Master Jiang again?"

Wen Kuo wanted to light a candle for Zhao Jiaxu's IQ, but he wanted to light a candle for himself even more.

He died.

The young master was even more autistic, and he didn't even have the face to pay attention to Jiang Peizhi's handling of the love letter and gift. He didn't say a word during the two classes.

However, he only shut himself up for two classes. Just 2 minutes after the big break, that "Ruan Wenchao" rushed to the first class of science. The beautiful little gray skirt was very conspicuous at the door.

With a clear and sweet voice, she stood at the door and waved.

"Jiang Peizhi! I have also transferred to No. [-] Middle School!"

The author has something to say:

It was past nine o'clock last night, and it was too inefficient to go back and write for a while, and I didn't finish writing until after twelve o'clock (crying)

感谢在2022-05-2419:39:29~2022-05-2617:12:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: anonymous, heih1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!