Yang Qi, lend me a breath

the last one.

"The quality of the questions this time is not bad. Where did you get the papers?" Teacher Zheng asked while grading the papers.

Teacher Li, the leader of the mathematics marking team, said with a smile: "It's not transferred here. This is based on the difficulty of the college entrance examination model. There are basically no original questions. No, the original shape suddenly appeared, and the test was messed up. I changed it to There are quite a few papers from our class, but I can’t grasp the score points, and I’m doing a mess, and I’ll clean them up one by one when the papers are handed out.”

Another teacher was surprised: "Mr. Li, you are leading the rocket class. They are all the elites of our No. [-] middle school. If they can't answer, who else can do it?"

Teacher Li shook his head helplessly: "It's not as good as expected. They are all things that have been changed without changing the medicine. No one can understand the novelty. There are a few seemingly simple questions that are actually very difficult. It was a waste of time on it, and I was reluctant to bear the sunk cost, which resulted in the second small question of the finale not being done. If it is a real college entrance examination, they will be finished like this."

Teacher Zhang on the side suddenly let out a sigh: "The paper in my hand is quite well done!"

The paper was turned upside down, Teacher Zheng looked at it curiously: "It's okay, isn't there a big space behind here?"

Teacher Zhang retorted: "Teacher Zheng, look clearly, the front of this paper is full of points, that is, the choice of filling in the blanks is all done correctly. The process of solving the questions in the following papers is relatively simple, but the points are all underestimated." To be honest, there is nothing superfluous, and the empty questions are either the more difficult second question or the final question. As for the seemingly simple problem that Mr. Li just mentioned, he just skipped it and didn't do it!"

"It's really calculated carefully, as if he knew the difficulty of these questions in advance..."

Teacher Li frowned when he heard this: "Which class are you from, class one and class two?"

Teacher Zheng, who taught the experimental class, immediately said: "Or three classes and four classes?"

"Yes—" Teacher Zhang turned over to look, and the smile gradually disappeared: "It's Class [-]..."

The other teachers asked strangely, "Is that... Jiang Beiqing?"

"No, it's that new classmate."

—— Ning Ci.

Someone laughed awkwardly: "Isn't this... the student Mr. Wang refuses to accept no matter what, Mr. Zhang, are you kidding me?"

Teacher Zhang's expression was also very confused, and the marking team leader immediately took the case: "Don't talk nonsense, adjust the monitoring, and then find out the manuscript paper in the examination room to have a look."

Half an hour later, the mathematics marking team looked at each other in blank dismay.

The draft paper for No. [-] Middle School was custom-made, with the school badge of a middle school on the top, and the draft paper with the word Ning Ci written on the name column could not be said to be full, it could only be said to have barely moved.

There are only a few coordinate axes and conic sections here and there, and not much number crunching.And the graphics are drawn so neatly and horribly, as if they were taken out of a printing press.

In addition, I drew a kitten.

Teacher Zheng was dumbfounded: "So that means...he drew the picture and looked at it, and he was almost able to make it? The calculation, is it hard to say?"

No one could answer this question. Wang Yecheng, who was in charge of teaching the eighth class of mathematics, was not present because he was still autistic and avoided correcting papers and sharing the workload with other teachers.

And the picture on the monitor is even more outrageous. The speed of the young man's paper can be said to be very fast, and there is almost no pause when he reaches the back of the paper. As for those very misleading questions, Ning Ci did not even give a look crossed over.

After finishing, there was even nearly half of the time left, and the boy sat obediently in his seat, and did not hand in the paper ahead of time in a high-profile way. After he finished drawing the kitten on the draft paper, he began to quietly turn the pen.

The pen in his hand seemed particularly obedient. At the beginning, his movements were relatively green, but then they suddenly became smoother, making people dazzled and unable to move.Finally, when I got tired of turning the pen, I fell asleep on my stomach, like a cat taking a nap.

Teachers: "..."

It was the first time to see that the students who took the exam were more comfortable than the invigilators.

With so much time left, don't you try to write about the empty topics? !The teachers glared angrily, wanting to wake up the teenager who was sleeping on his stomach in the monitor and force him to do the questions!

After a while, someone said weakly: "How about...ask Teacher Wang another day, and if you really don't want to, transfer Ning Ci to my class?"

……

After the weekend, Wang Yecheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to deceive himself by putting on a wig and going to work.And the thought of having to face his student's appalling grades soon made Wang Yecheng feel a little queasy.

When he arrived at the office, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but the colleagues around him always looked at it as if they didn't see it.

Wang Yecheng always felt that they were laughing at his bald head, and his face flushed red with shame and anger.He endured it for a while, and finally he squinted and said in a bad tone: "Mr. Zheng, what's the matter with you?"

Teacher Zheng was surprised and embarrassed: "Ah, oh...it's okay, I just want to congratulate Teacher Wang, hehe."

Teacher Zheng blushed a little and prepared the lesson plan, so embarrassing!The student who coveted others was stared at!

Wang Yecheng's face turned blue and pale, snorted and hurriedly took the lesson plan and left, directly ignoring the voices of other teachers around him calling him.

He would rather teach those little bastards in the classroom a lesson than facing his colleagues who are eccentric.

……

At this moment, the No. [-] Middle School forum was bustling with activity.

[Buy and leave! 】

5L: The dean has gone to post the report card!Wait for a result!

7L: Didn’t everyone say not to do this?That classmate is pretty good, and there is nothing wrong with his character, so let's just forget about it. Being squeezed out by the old bald donkey is already miserable enough, and he will be punished publicly if he fails in grades.

8L: But the voting machine was done at the time, and those who should vote were voted. Now there must be a prize. This thing happened before the cat abuse incident came out, just don’t laugh at others.And if Ning Ci's grades are slapped in the face, wouldn't it just wash away the stereotype that Class Eight is in No. [-] Middle School?

11L: "What if"

……

"Get out of the way, let's all go back to the morning self-study!" Zhao Xingyuan walked over from a distance holding the red and black grades, and posted one on it.

But there was no deterrent effect, and the noisy students all stretched their necks, and they couldn't be driven away.

"Hey, don't squeeze, I can't see clearly!"

A student turned his head angrily and yelled that he had finally squeezed into the black list, and he wanted to get a hand with information about eating melons.

The red list is the top [-] list in the grade, the black list is the last [-] publicly executed, and the gray list is in the middle.

"Huh?" The student hissed, "Am I blind or what?"

Why did he scan around and didn't see it?

Suddenly, the crowd in front burst into foul language.

"Fuck?"

"Fuck you!"

"Damn, am I right?!"

The student's face was wrinkled by the noise, and he shouted, "What's the noise, I forgot where I saw!"

His classmate grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward: "You idiot! Gua Tian can find faults for you! You'll be sure if you stab one!"

At this time, the eighth class is peaceful.

In order to prevent the sensitive and lovely class mascot from being hurt and heartbroken, everyone unanimously chose to forget what a goddamn betting day it is.

Ning Ci calmed down with a limp face, drinking coconut milk while reading Zhang Yang's novel.

Zhang Yang said with a mournful face: "Brother, are you right?"

Ning Ci glanced at him, changed the subject and comforted him: "I learned what you said about shaking hands, do you think so?"

After finishing speaking, the boy took a white claw off the coconut milk bottle, and deftly hooked his ring finger to the hellokitty Confucian Temple blessing limited edition pen on the table. His slender and white fingers seemed to be soft. Turned a beautiful fancy in his hand.

Zhang Yang looked at him with a look of "the boss is actually by my side": "Fuck, you are not a handyman, you are a handyman."

Ning Ci: "?"

Zhang Yang ignored him, and still looked for comfort with a mournful face: "Brother Lou, are you right?"

Lou Zheng is crossing the void, and he is guilty.

He has been suffering for the past two days. He looked at Sheriff Black Cat again and again, but he still didn't regain his innocence. Instead, he became more and more hot and unbearable at night.

Feeling guilty, thinking about something related to kidney deficiency.

But whenever he wants to do something that male high school students love to do, a white and glutinous sticky cake essence comes to mind, with a soft and coquettish voice.

[Then you can't have too much...you have to leave some for me. 】

Grass, I can't live through this day.

Especially when Ning Ci changed his pen just now.

White hand, pink pen.

Lou Zhengdu turned his face away, he would really develop some unhealthy associations.

He is so dirty!How his thoughts were filled with strange colors!

No, if this continues, he will become a little pervert like a little magic stick!He can't accept it!

Therefore, Lou Zhengdu, a person who never likes to recite things, can now memorize "Ai Lian Shuo", especially the sentence "Out of the mud but not stained, clean ripples but not demon".

Now when I heard Zhang Yang's words, my guilt exploded. I thought that everything was wrong when Zhang Yang sent him a stupid video, and said angrily, "Get out! I won't be guilty if you are false!"

Zhang Yang: "..."

Only Zhang Yang's injured world appeared.

At this time, Chen Jue, who was going to inquire about the news, finally walked in slowly through the back door. Zhang Yang seemed to see a savior: "Brother Jue! Tell me! How many people are at my table!"

Because she yelled too loudly, she was also glared at by Chen Miao.

At that time, Zhang Yang was full of knives for his brother!He swears that if Ning Ciyue fails in the middle and upper reaches, he will take off his shirt and run around No. [-] Middle School three times, and call those trolls their fathers.

If he really did this, wouldn't he permanently lose the right to choose a spouse during his beautiful adolescence?If he doesn't do this, then he will become a low boy who is willing to gamble and refuse to admit defeat, and he will still lose the right to choose a mate.

Oh shit!These people, they didn't make the bet, so they don't care about other people's lives at all!

The fault is not him, but the world!

Lou Zhengdu also raised his eyebrows and looked over, wondering if this elementary school scumbag would act sad for a while, should he comfort him or not.It's better not to be comforted, he wants to draw a line with this sticky bag.

Just like Zhang Yang's signature: If you love, please love deeply, if you don't love, don't hurt.

Chen Jue curled his lips into a smile, playing tricks: "The last one."

Zhang Yang's eyes went dark, and the two were fighting.

Ning Ci still remained calm, and even took out a box of Wangzai from the table belly, and warmly invited: "Drink?"

Lou Zhengdu raised his eyebrows, and his heart was a little shaken when he said that he was not comforted.

Why is the little magic stick so well-behaved today?

It feels like pretending not to be sad, if you really don't comfort him, wouldn't it be very cold and ruthless?Damn, why is this little sticky cake's tea art becoming more and more exquisite.

Chen Jue smiled and rejected Wang Zai who was Ning Ci, and looked at Zhang Yang who was about to take off his clothes with a face of pain, jokingly: "It is indeed the last one, on the red list."

The author says:

Chen Jue: The last one in the exam, our mascot.

Zhang Yang: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Take off your shirt!Brother can!

Xiaolou: Poor boy, I have to find a way to comfort him.

Ning Ning: Are you drinking milk? (be nice.jpg