You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

In the next few days, Ling Yifeng never mentioned the words "depending on your performance" again, and he graduated with excellent grades by default.

In this way, Ling Yifeng felt a lot more relaxed, and he didn't need to deliberately distance Qi Zhongshan from himself, which saved him a lot of thought in many aspects.

However, speculation about the two of them has inexplicably increased in post bars and forums. I don't know if it is Xie Haofang's poison.

In fact, Ling Yifeng finds it very strange. If it is about being a mess, he may not be as messy as Xie Hao in the past.Because the previous self seemed unmotivated, had a hot temper and caused troubles, so it didn't make sense to warn Qi Zhongshan.

At that moment when Qi Zhongshan stopped Xie Hao, he was very moved. He knew that this was Qi Zhongshan's unconditional trust in him, but now he was a little panicked for no reason, as if there would be some omission of details that made him feel sorry for Qi. Heavy mountain trust.

After the bombardment of mathematics, physics, chemistry and English in the morning, the first class in the afternoon is the Chinese class of the old man.Apart from the age issue, this retirement has to be hooked with the ability issue. The old man is good at everything, but his memory is worrying. He has not been able to remember the names of the students for more than a year. At the same time, he must ask the class before class to represent the last class. Where, the papers are definitely only taught for one class, because even he himself can't find where the papers are in the next class.

At this age, he can read it well. As long as the students don't do things that are too much like refuting his face in person, he will just pass it by. Once he even praised a certain student who was reading a novel in class. The selection of books is quite good. After a few examples like this, everyone knows that whether or not to listen to the Chinese class depends on self-consciousness, and naturally some people are not conscious.

Qi Zhongshan is one of the people who always paddling in class. It's not that he is bullying and shy. In English class, Xiaoying is very strict, so he should still be distracted and doze off, absolutely.After all, he hadn't listened to these two courses since elementary school. In English, Xu Li followed behind him and even tried to beat him with sticks. His Chinese scores basically depended on the sky, probably because the handwriting was really good. Beautiful, not always failing, but definitely not much better.

The homework for the new class that just finished in the morning has already been assigned. Qi Zhongshan just took out a book from the shelf on the desk and started writing just after he exhausted his urge to get up.

As he was writing, he felt his pen was flicked by something. Turning his head and looking, Ye Yiming was fast asleep. Before he had time to wonder, he was called by the old man once in a hundred years: "Then this question is very important." Classmate Zhongshan, please answer."

"Ten Thousand Mountains?"

"Ten thousand……"

Qi Chongshan had no choice but to put down his pen, and stood up helplessly amidst a burst of laughter: "Teacher, my surname is Qi."

When the old man called his name for the first time, he clicked on the heavy weight. After being corrected, he recited the poem "The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains" to cover up his mistake, and after that, he never Called him by his name.

Originally, he thought that as long as he waited for the brothers around him to help him, he would be fine. Who would have thought that the old man who almost never got off the podium not only got off the podium, but also walked to the corridor of the adjacent group. He didn't have time to take care of himself, so he hurried He stretched out his foot and kicked Ye Yiming, who was sleeping soundly beside him.In the end, the guy actually "fucked" and lowered his voice while covering his legs in pain: "Brother, I was woken up by their laughter! Where's your paper?"

Qi Zhongshan looked puzzled: "Have I ever written a Chinese paper?"

"I just wrote it...you are so loyal!" Ye Yiming picked up a paper from nowhere and threw it on his desk, "Take it!"

As soon as Qi Chongshan took the paper, the old man walked up to him, waiting for him to give the answer.

He braced himself and spread out the paper, praying that the buddy's writing would not be too messy, and he would be dazed when it was fully unfolded.

Become illiterate in seconds.

Is this a paper?

Written like a medical record!

But the arrow was on the string and he had to send it. He glanced at it and found that this man had thoughtfully circled the title number for him with a marker, so he could only read blindly: "The author...was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. But it is already... the late Tang Dynasty..."

The strange thing is that this font is obviously not within the scope of his own recognition, but it always makes him see the same after careful identification. He just stumbled and guessed, and finally finished reading it.

Ling Yifeng rested his chin in his hands, raised the corners of his mouth to watch him read the last word, feeling a little embarrassed.

The font he used to write notes for Qi Zhongshan is already at the limit, and Qi Chongshan often can’t recognize it. This kind of font that is specially used for homework looks like a wavy line drawn on the entire paper, which is hard to match. Zhongshan has a tacit understanding with him.

"Well, it's roughly like this, not bad." The old man smiled kindly and nodded, then looked at the seat next to him, "Where is your test paper, classmate?"

Qi Zhongshan followed Ye Yiming and turned his head, suddenly realizing the specialness of his seat.

Behind is the wall, on the left is the direction the old man came from, and in front is a well-written girl. This paper is not from Ye Yiming, so the only possibility is...

"I didn't write." Ling Yifeng stood up generously, and suddenly he was a head taller than the old man, making him look up at this arrogant student who didn't even wear a school uniform.

The old man stared at him: "You...are you so confident without writing?"

Even if the provincial key students are rebellious, it is mostly because of their arrogance. The problem is that most of these students are a little arrogant. People feel more angry.

The old man who was seldom angry stomped his feet, and finally let out a harsh word: "Don't think I don't know you! Ye Yiming, right? I'll tell your class teacher after class!"

It happened that the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and what Ling Yifeng said in a hurry was covered by the laughter of the whole class. The old man did what he said, turned around and walked to the boss's office.

In an instant, a large number of boys rushed over from the front row and back row, squeezing into the seats for three people, shoving and gloating.

"How many times has this old man in the back row been lucky enough to win the lottery, bro."

"Hahahahahaha Ye Yi called you still too handsome, you see the old man didn't recognize Ren Yifeng as me."

"Fuck you, you just yelled," Ye Yiming casually pulled out the biology book and gave it to the man's head, then shook the textbook and began to sigh again, "The problem is that I only wrote multiple-choice questions. It's over, it's like jumping into the Yellow River and you won't be able to clean it up!"

"It's my fault." Qi Zhongshan and Ling Yifeng spoke almost at the same time, looked at each other strangely for a second, and then said at the same time, "I'll help you explain."

"Okay, why are you robbing me? I'm a borrower, what else can they do to me?" Ling Yifeng stopped Qi Chongshan, then turned to Ye Yiming, "I put my paper here, copy as much as you can , if you don’t understand, ask Zhongshan, I’ll go to... the lady boss’s office to delay you.”

Qi Zhongshan was taken aback: "I didn't write the paper..."

"You stay here as an interpreter, others can't understand that word," Ling Yifeng locked the back door of the classroom when he turned around and ran out, feeling uneasy, he opened the window and shouted inside, "This kind of thing needs to be blamed." The more things come, the more difficult things will be! Ye Yiming, watch him!"

"Hey!" After Ye Yiming yelled outside, he didn't know what to say for a while, and finally opened his mouth after a long time, "This man... is very... lively and cheerful today?"

"You will be more lively and cheerful in the future, you have to learn to get used to it." Qi Zhongshan took the paper and began to report the answer, "The poet uses the sad scene to write the sad feeling, and at the same time uses the technique of combining the virtual and the real to highlight the parting by imagining the psychological feelings after parting. The level of sadness..."

"The poet is so sad, you can still make a laugh?" Ye Yiming did not forget to complain about Qi Chongshan while copying, "The coffin board can't hold back brother!"

Qi Chongshan glanced at him: "Is it still copying?"

After Ye Yiming nodded desperately and said that he would no longer be pushy, Qi Chongshan continued to read.

It's none of my business for poets to be sad. When people leave, I meet again.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel [Xi Qing] for the nutrient solution × 5~

Thanks to the little angel [Gentlemen's friendship is as light as water] for the nutrient solution × 1~