Airborne Learning God

The last class was self-study, but it was occupied by Qi Fangfang.

As the name suggests, analyze this monthly exam.

Some families were happy and some were sad. The students who did well in the exam were naturally looking forward to it with joy, while the students who did not go well in the exam were sad.

However, most of the students, especially those in Class [-], were most shocked by the person who was the seventh grader in this exam—Student Zheng Aiqing.

The grade ranking list is posted in the glass window of the hall on the second floor of the teaching building. The bright red paper is printed with black block letters, and the length is almost as long as the glass window. It is silent and unusually conspicuous.

In terms of language, mathematics, materialization, history and land administration, first-year high school students only have these eight exam subjects, and biology will not start until the second year of high school.

The order of the subjects printed on the list is the same as above, the first in Chinese is the two items of class name, and the last is the total score.

[Zheng Aiqing, Class 010010010096989795686, Class [-]]

No. 7 itself is not very eye-catching, and the score of 686 cannot be said to be ridiculously high, but the premise of these is that it is the total score of eight subjects.

But in the column of Chinese, among the top ten, against the background of the scores of 96, 93, 90, 97, 91.5, 87, 99, 91, and 94, the big round duck egg is particularly eye-catching.

The zero score was like a big hand, clicking and knocking off the jaws of the students one by one.

In one afternoon, all the class groups in No. [-] Middle School exploded!

[Score 700 out of 686, what kind of concept is this?!]

[Scores in each subject are either 100, or nearly 100 points, not even a 95?!]

【Is Zheng Aiqing still human?!】

【Nearly full marks, what kind of family's child!】

[Fuck, he only missed [-] points in seven exams! How is this possible!]

[God is not fair, good-looking, good at studying, is this the gap between gods and mortals? 】

[Addition and subtraction within a thousand, I can't believe it for the first time! Ha ha :)]

【When God closed my window, he blocked my door by the way, but raised his hand and smashed through Zheng Aiqing's wall!】

[Walking living standard answer! Fourteen points, what kind of correct rate is this!]

As soon as this remark came out, the students of No. [-] Middle School, who had claimed to be masters since childhood, fell into deep thought.

They were thinking about how to make mistakes for the total of 14 points that were deducted. After thinking about it, the students found it very difficult. It should just be something wrong with a small unit, or the calculation of the final result is wrong, or it may be a short-answer question that does not have a fixed correct answer.

Until after school, when she left the school, Zheng Aiqing was still freshly watched by her classmates. Those self-confident and careful scrutiny made Zheng Aiqing feel like a giant panda cub.

There was no malice in those eyes, and there was even a sense of surprise, disbelief and inexplicable worship in those eyes.

For a moment, Zheng Aiqing was a little stunned. He hadn't experienced this kind of situation for two years.

In the first year of junior high school, when Zheng Aiqing was "stimulated" to study hard, in those days when he first evolved into a god of learning, at the beginning, he would also be saluted by his classmates.

Later, the students were amazed and envious, and got used to it after a long time. Even after each exam, the students have spontaneously started to compete for the No.2 throne.

Occasionally, some students pay attention to Zheng Aiqing's results, but they are just curious about how many points he has dropped from No.2 this time, or whether he has successfully challenged the full score and is a few points behind.

At the beginning, it was not that no one wanted to overtake, but it was really...

“当你吭哧吭哧算出1+1等于2的时候，郑艾卿已经在思考为什么1+1等于2了。”这是当初年少轻狂不知天高地厚，试图超越郑艾卿的某位学霸举的例子。

Carrying a schoolbag and holding a lollipop in her mouth, Zheng Aiqing walked slowly towards the outside of the school. After leaving the school gate, Zheng Aiqing leaned casually on a tree. The phone lit up. On a WeChat message:

【Traffic jam on the road, mom may be late. 】

Zheng Aiqing exited the chat interface with Cai Wen, and clicked on Qi Xiao's chat box instead:

【Let’s play games together later, Brother Qing!】

Zheng Aiqing made a direct phone call, but was hung up by the other party in seconds. Hearing the sweet female voice on the other side reminding: "The user you dialed is currently on the phone." WeChat message:

【woc! Our teacher drags the class!】

Zheng Aiqing raised her eyebrows, oh, huh, dragging the hall, that's a common characteristic of the teachers in the South No. [-] High School.

[I don’t see you these days, it’s as if the world has evaporated, QQ is not online, Moments are not updated, games are not online, and your ranking has dropped a lot. 】

When Zheng Aiqing bowed her head and typed, she was suddenly dazzled by a glare from the corner of her eye. He squinted his eyes and raised his head to look. The next second, a familiar shutter click followed.

——Holy shit! I forgot to turn off the time-lapse photo set when taking a selfie!

The sports committee member's face was flushed red, and his heart felt like he was on the verge of being sucked. He ran wildly like a drug, and was caught on the spot by the person involved in the candid photo. It's not too embarrassing!

"Bai Shuang, you secretly took pictures of me again!" Zheng Aiqing sent the message, straightened up after locking the screen, narrowed her eyes and said leisurely.

The sports committee member's name is Bai Shuang. She did secretly film Zheng Aiqing several times, but she thought Zheng Aiqing didn't know about those times.

"It's the last time, the last time, haha, I'll go first, bye god of learning~"

The horn sounded, Zheng Aiqing didn't care about Bai Shuang who ran away, opened her car door and got in.

"Ms. Cai, in fact, I can go back by myself, and you don't need to rush." ​​Zheng Aiqing continued to bow her head and send a message to Qi Xiao.

[It’s not because you’re not in Nanyi anymore, my parents were afraid that I’d have a “solid-state germination”, so they confiscated my mobile phone, and cut off my Internet, to prevent those who stick to it. Our family of three fought wits and courage for this matter It’s been more than a month! Didn’t I get my grades to return my phone? It’s so easy! ——by Qi Xiao】

【How did you do in the exam?】

Cai Wen looked at the traffic conditions, "What if you don't pick up the bus? You just came to City T not long ago, and you're not familiar with the terrain here. When school was over, it happened to hit the rush hour. The subway and bus are crowded with people, are you happy?"

"Not happy." Zheng Aiqing chatted nonsense with Qi Xiao, and chatted with Cai Wen, "Oh, yes, what, the monthly exam results are down."

Zheng Aiqing pursed her lips, "This time it's the seventh, and the students in the seventh middle school are really strong. I originally estimated that they could at least keep the top three."

Contrary to Zheng Aiqing's dissatisfaction and disappointment, Cai Wen was very happy to hear that he only got No.7, "Yeah, No. [-], it's pretty good!"

Zheng Aiqing: "...?"

"The number 7 is so magical." Cai Wen explained, "Look, old people often say that seven is a reincarnation, there are seven days in a week, there are seven stars in the sky, there are seven emotions in human emotions, seven colors in rainbows, seven tones in music, and seven tones in poetry. There are Qiyan, Qijue, and Qilu, and the human body has seven orifices. According to folklore, the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet on the magpie bridge on the seventh day of the seventh month. In ancient times, people sacrificed every seven days after death.

Zheng Aiqing: "...All right."

Through the rearview mirror, Cai Wen could clearly see the speechless expression on Zheng Aiqing's face. She snorted silently in her heart, thinking, it's good that Qingqing didn't take the first place in the exam. This child has been the first since childhood, especially in junior high school. Her grades were ridiculously high, which made her feel that she was useless as a mother, and she didn't feel the pleasure of parents tutoring their own children in their studies at all!

In the back seat of the car, Zheng Aiqing thought about it and sent She Jian a WeChat message:

【I haven’t talked all this afternoon, is it because I failed the exam and I’m in a bad mood?】

In a certain loft in City T, She Jian was wearing house clothes, lying on the bed sprawled out, her hair was still a little steamy from being dried, and when she looked down, she had a strong wild aura.

She Jian, who is full of hormones, is diving in the post bar of No. [-] Middle School.

[That's probably what the angel said. [Image] [image]】

She Jian clicked on it, and thanks to the super fast internet speed at home, he instantly received a wave of beautification attacks.

Long press—save—to album

The business is super proficient, and it seems that he has done a lot.

In fact, in She Jian's cell phone photo album, there was a special group on the way back from the fourth day of military training. The group name was blank, but it was locked, or a fingerprint lock.

In it, there are all pictures that She Jian has stolen from the post bar diving these days.

[The pixels upstairs are too blurry, right? Fortunately, my pretty face can beat~]

[Looks good, studies well, and seems to have a good family background. As a man, I feel sore :)]

[The poster will put a few more next time, take a few more glances, I have the motivation to learn! I beg you!!!]

[Obviously you can rely on appearance, but you must rely on strength series, Qingqing is so naughty! 】

[Okay, he is my new male god, I don't want to sj Liao. 】

[Lemon fruit on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree (clench fist.jpg)]

[I want both of them, I'm an adult, I don't have to choose. 】

[You women are so scary, slip away. 】

The phone vibrated in his hand, and the system prompted that there was an unread message from "children".

She Jian slipped his hand, and the phone slapped on the bridge of his nose. It hurt. She Jian rubbed his nose while clicking on WeChat. He grinned stupidly at the words of concern, and tapped on the input box. After playing for a long time, I clicked send:

[js: It’s a little bit, but you are really good, kid, you are No. 7 in grade! If you don’t miss the exam, you must be the first! 】

After a while, seeing that Zheng Aiqing didn't reply to her, She Jian switched back to the post bar, continued to browse the posts, and followed the poster who posted the photo of the child. During the period, she took out a small mirror to look at her nose, and found out sadly His handsome nose turned red.

After diving for some time, he exited the post bar, clicked into the phone album again, and clicked into the blank group after unlocking with his fingerprint.

The pixels of the photos in it are clear and blurred, and the protagonists in the photos are far away or near, with frontal faces and back views.

But these are all equally good looking.

In the front one, we can know that the sneak shot is not far from Zheng Aiqing himself.

The fiery red sunset glowed from the distant sky. Under the leafy tree, a fair boy in a purple and white school uniform was leisurely leaning on the tree trunk.

The side profile of the young man is delicate and fair, with a straight nose bridge. At this time, his eyelashes are drooping, and he is flicking the mobile phone in his hand with the same fair and slender fingers. His expression is focused, and a silhouette falls under his eyes.

She Jian swipe left to switch to the second photo.

The same background and characters, but the difference is that the protagonist in the photo has already looked towards the photographer.

The young man's big and bright eyes narrowed slightly, like two curved crescents, and the corners of his mouth also curled up indifferently. Looking at him, he looked extremely proud.

The setting sun fell on him through the gaps between the branches, and the clean school uniform was stained with tiny spots of light, making the whole picture peaceful and beautiful.

Those casual eyes, through the screen and time, bumped directly into She Jian's heart by duang.

She Jian hurriedly put down the phone, but there was an unspeakable depression in his heart, he covered his heart and pouted.

At first, he thought the child was a scumbag in elementary school who was addicted to games, and tried to pull the child along to persuade him to "get back when he lost his way".

I just found out today that the kid is a veritable college bully who hides his secrets!

People are divided into groups, She Jian thought, if there is such a big gap between myself and the children, will I not be able to continue to be buddies in the future?

In the past, he believed that his family was rich, and he didn't think it would be a problem if he didn't study well, and he was even proud of it.

After being a scumbag for over ten years, for the first time, She Jian became dissatisfied with the scumbag attributes highlighted by her full level.

On the other side of t City, Bai Shuang held his phone in his hand, looked at the fans who had increased by nearly [-], and the total number of fans who were about to break [-], and smirked.

——Every time I candidly take photos of Zheng Aiqing successfully, I can gain several fans by posting them on the post bar, so happy~

In the next second, Bai Shuang's smile froze, and he was dumbfounded when he saw the ID of the number one new fan:

[New fans: @js]

Bai Shuang: "...!"

——So, is it the person she imagined?

——It seems that I accidentally discovered something extraordinary orz.

[The author has something to say]: She Jian: Ma Dan, I forgot to cut the trumpet and pay attention again, I made a mistake! ()д`()