policy

After a mid-term exam, everyone has counted their grades. If you do well in the exam, you want to make persistent efforts. If you fail the exam, you will either work harder next time, or just muddle along like this.

Fang Zheng sat in the classroom, holding a book, looking at it helplessly.

"Have you changed your sex?" Fang An sat next to him and looked at him with his arms propped up, "Aren't you so awesome that you didn't even watch you review before the exam?"

Fang Zheng remembered that Fang Yu also played games every day, and just hugged Buddha's feet for a few days before the exam, but he lost a lot of his grades. Obviously, he also hugged Buddha's feet, but the Buddha group didn't reward him, so he was in a bad mood. Even more unpleasant: "I'm so awesome! I didn't even read it, but the foundation may not be solid after elementary school, and some topics can't be turned around."

"You didn't pay attention to it," Fang An said proudly, "You should learn from my brother, concentrate when you should pay attention, let go when you should play, and learn to grasp both games."

Fang Zheng stared at him: "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Do you want me to make up the meeting for you?" Fang An asked him with a smile, "Teaching and meeting."

"You are not much taller than me, so why did you make such a fuss?" Fang Zheng dismissed his proposal, "You're about to get over it."

Fang An's face was blackened by his choking: "I don't know good from bad."

"It's not necessary to know your good and bad." Fang Zheng emphasized, "If I really want to make up lessons, it's not your turn to have Lin Lu."

Fang An's face turned dark into the bottom of the pot: "Are you fucking looking down on me? Or do you think he is better than you and I can't compare? I am rushing to help you and you don't want it. Why are you so confident? Are you willing to help you?"

"He is willing," Fang Zheng lay down on the table, "but I don't want to."

In fact, his liberal arts subjects such as Chinese, politics, and history are quite good, and biology is also good, but English, mathematics, and geography are too bad. A score of dozens, the three subjects add up to more than 100, and the partial subjects are like this, who is worse if his grades are not bad?

But I still don't want to take those doors seriously. I poke my eyes at the book, and the things I read just go into my eyes, and don't get into my mind if I don't get distracted.

The last class is a self-study class. The teacher left after saying that it was used for homework, and asked several class cadres to observe discipline.

It's been more than ten minutes since the class, and the class has been in a noisy state. Lin Lu is now sitting in the fourth row in front. He has endured the group of boys who don't know what to look at and put their heads together for a long time.

"Fuck, it's exciting!"

"It's quite straightforward! This, what, what, what, what, what, what, and what, and then write everything together."

"The teacher won't come over later, will he?"