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After the mid-term exams at the end of April and half a month of marking the papers, the rankings were finally delivered to the class teachers of each school on May 6th. Some were happy and some were sad.

The principal of F Middle School was in high spirits. After all, the examination paper this time was prepared by Yan Da University themselves, and the difficulty of the examination was almost the same as that of the previous high school exams. And the first place was actually his!

Just think about how he was able to get up late at night. After he found out, he boasted about it to his friends for three whole days!

The test papers for the English class were distributed during Monday morning self-study. Teacher Cui stood on the podium and looked at the students below. The inexplicable pressure made everyone lower their heads.

"Next, I'll call out your name and you can come and get your test paper."

Everyone in Class 1 knows what kind of person English Cui is. He always puts the worst students in front of his favorite ones. Today, when I heard English Cui's tone seemed good, I felt relieved.

"Wang Lele, thirty-five,"

"Zhao Hua, forty."

Zhao Hua has gotten used to being the second to last for thousands of years.

"Doorbell, seventy-five."

"Sun Xiao, seventy-six."

"Qian Cai, eighty."

Those whose names were called were sad, while those whose names were not called were full of anticipation. At the very least, they passed, right? ? ?

Among the more than sixty students, less than one-tenth passed. If they hadn’t known in advance that the test paper was difficult, they would not have done so well.

"Lin Jiamo, ninety-two."

"Fang Hui, one hundred and sixteen."

"Chen Xun, one hundred and nineteen."

"Qiao Ran, one hundred and twenty-five."

"Next, I want to praise someone, Shen Jiuli, one hundred and forty-nine." If you didn't know the result of this paper, you would have thought she was lying next to the test setter to look at the answers. She ranked first in the whole city!

"No, how did she do in the exam? Didn't they say that the questions this time were particularly difficult?" He looked at Jiuli who was sitting there in disbelief.

"You can borrow it from her privately. Okay, now let's start explaining the questions," he knocked on the blackboard and motioned for everyone to look over.

When the get out of class was over, Hou Li came to the classroom, handed the geography test paper to Chen Xun, and asked Chen Xun to help distribute it. She also brought the report card, and she walked with the wind under her feet.

"She's first! First in the whole city!" Doorbell stared at the final ranking in disbelief. Is it the innate holy body exam?

There was a ranking list posted downstairs in the teaching building, with the top ten marked in bold red letters. The second place, who was originally quite good, performed exceptionally well but was still ranked over a hundred places by Jiuli.

You have to know that a one-point difference can make a world of difference in the ranking.

"You are amazing. This test paper is the most difficult one ever." Fang Huixing looked at Jiuli with eyes wide open.

"It's okay, not that difficult." Jiuli supported her forehead with one hand and wrote and drew on the paper, not caring at all.

"What do you want to eat after school? I'll treat you." Qiao Ran pulled Jiuli's sleeve, his eyes full of pride. The person he liked was so outstanding. "You did so well in the exam, so I have to reward you."

"A treat?" Zhao Hua, who was feeling depressed, sat up from the table after hearing the invitation, "Do you have to take me with you?"

"Let's go to a gourmet restaurant?" Chen Xun chimed in.

"Okay," Jiuli nodded, then held hands with Qiao Ran.

"Jiuli, how did you study? With this grade, I think you can get into any university you want after graduating from high school," Fang Hui said enviously.

"It's very simple," Jiuli said disapprovingly. Isn't it very simple for her? "It's not particularly difficult."

Zhao Hua secretly clicked his tongue. Is this in Versailles?

The three words "Shen Jiuli" became a thorn in the eyes of the top students in other schools except vocational high schools and technical schools. Why did you do so well in the exam? It made their teachers keep a closer eye on you.

The shadow of the midterm exam has not yet passed, and a bigger shadow has arrived, igniting everyone's anger and passion.

Official residences abroad were attacked by other countries using thermal weapons. The residences were severely damaged, three people died on the spot, ten people were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured. A well-known domestic newspaper also recorded the death.

It was only a week before the final exams, and the only sound that could be heard throughout the playground was the principal's hoarse voice, solemn and dignified, and the sound of the national anthem spoke of the unyielding spirit.

After the meeting, Qiao Ran held Jiuli's hand tightly, feeling worried and angry. He was worried about his parents and angry about what other countries had done, while Zhao Hua never stopped talking the whole time.

"It'll be fine, you don't have to worry too much," Jiuli just frowned and held Qiao Ran's hand with her backhand.

"I know, don't worry." Qiao Ran's eyes were gentle, but there was still worry hidden deep in his eyes, which he concealed very well.

"Damn it, it's wrong so it's wrong. What's the point of saying a few words? Why didn't you take it to their house?" Zhao Hua was concerned about the three girls following him. Although he also kept swearing, he only cursed their ancestors in his heart.

"Then we can't go back. Are we just going to swallow this anger?" Lin Jiamo lowered her head and squeezed the eraser hard.

"I heard from my seniors that their university is going to the official housing area for a demonstration and has made a lot of slogans. Shall we go and take a look?" Qiao Ran said it after a slight hesitation.

Except for comforting Qiao Ran at the beginning, Jiuli kept her head down throughout the whole process and continued to talk to Ling Ling, while a stack of drawings and calculation projects quietly appeared in the mailbox of the research institute.

Everything is broken down in detail so that even someone who knows nothing about it can understand it, not to mention the talented students in scientific research institutes.

"What are you thinking about? Are you scared?" After the discussion, Qiao Ran turned his head to look at Jiuli who was obviously absent-minded.

"No, I might be too tired recently." Jiuli quickly found an excuse, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"That's good. You must take good care of yourself and don't let me worry." He reached out and rubbed Jiuli's head. "Fang Hui is writing slogans. We will go together when the time comes. You follow me closely."

"Okay," Jiuli nodded, "I will definitely follow closely."

The roads in the official residence area have been put under official martial law. Logically, there should be no one on the road, but the number of people has not decreased at all. Instead, it has increased. School uniforms of various colors are arranged in neat squares. Looking closely, it can be seen that many universities in Beijing are gathered there.

Countless banners intersected, and the flags of the university departments and schools shone brightly, reflecting the passionate faces of these young people. They slowly moved forward along the unified route arranged by the authorities.

Zhao Hua was the tallest, and the red words on the white background he held up were particularly obvious. He became excited as he joined the crowd.

"Follow me closely, there are more and more people." Qiao Ran looked back and stretched out his hand to Jiuli, "I heard them say that the official residence area is ahead. We can stay for three minutes and shout slogans."

"Follow me closely?" Chen Xun reached out and grabbed Fang Hui's hand.

After a brief exchange with a college student, Zhao Hua had an extra bottle of ink in his hand. When the name of the official residence appeared in front of them, the crowd was suddenly excited and various slogans emerged one after another.

Everyone's voices were shouting at the top of their lungs, gathering into an ocean. The beautiful red building in the distance seemed to be shaking with shock, and the people inside were unsteady and panic-stricken.

"Lower the flag, let them lower the flag," Chen Xun was the first to speak, and the bustling crowd behind him shouted in unison.

The college students who arrived later all shouted "lower the flag" at the same time, and Zhao Hua found a suitable angle to throw the ink bottle.

"Hit." They had already stayed there for three minutes. With the announcement, the six people left the residence along the route.