[Crossing Books] I only want to study hard in my grade

This is my room, where do I sleep if I don't sleep here? "

What Xie Yinian said was natural and frank.

Qiao Jiang seemed to be struck by lightning, his light-colored pupils dilated slightly, and his eyes were wide open - did he sleep on the same bed with Xie Yinian last night, without any clothes on? ! ! !

Qiao Jiang was so red that he didn't even dare to look at Xie Yinian. From washing up to drinking milk, he would be in a daze when he left the place where he died with his schoolbag on his back.

The weekend passed in a daze, and on Sunday afternoon, Qiao Jiang returned to school with his schoolbag on his back.

He came neither early nor late, the classroom was almost full, and most of the people were copying their homework frantically, Fang Chang and Chang Shengzhe sat together.

Fang Chang: "You put your homework in the middle, I can't see clearly."

Chang Shengzhe: "Can you hurry up?! I'm done writing this page."

Fang Chang: "Hey, don't turn over, I still have two questions to copy."

"..."

Qiao Jiang sat down in his seat, wondering if he should take the two of them to study together.

Hearing movement from the side, Fang Chang took a break from his busy schedule: "Brother Qiao, you are here."

Qiao Jiang took out his homework from his schoolbag and looked at the time: "The teacher is probably coming soon, so hurry up and write."

Chang Shengzhe wrote English words as if he was drawing symbols: "Don't panic, don't panic, Mr. Chen knows our virtues."

Chen is always their class teacher and their English teacher. She is a middle-aged lady with her hair always coiled up on her head, serious and serious.

Qiao Jiang is silent.

Probably because it was Sunday, or the results had not yet been calculated, so it was not announced.

On Monday, the first class in the morning was mathematics class. The teacher entered the classroom with a stack of papers, and there was a burst of sighing in the classroom.

Some people are happy that someone is worried.

Qiao Jiang is a member of Huanxi. The math paper is not difficult, and he did it very smoothly. It is estimated that it should be around one hundred and thirty-four.

The math teacher knocked on the desk, glanced across the classroom, and frowned when he saw Qiao Jiang.

"Everyone, the results of our monthly exams have come out last time. The highest math score in our class is 147, which is three points short of the full score."

The classroom suddenly heard one after another of inhaling sounds, turning his head around, wondering who this student with a score of 147 was.

Fang Chang turned his head and talked to Qiao Jiang: "Tsk, this guy is awesome. His head is for studying, but ours is just to keep the neck from missing something."

Qiao Jiang: "???" Please don't use the word "we", my brain is also used for learning.

Qiao Jiang didn't say a word, and the math teacher on the podium knocked on the table, "Okay, be quiet, I'll read the results of the top ten."

"147, Qiao Jiang."

"!!!"

The classroom immediately exploded, and several clear "Woah. Trough" resounded in the classroom. Even Fang Chang and Chang Shengzhe couldn't escape the situation where they were full of Chinese quintessence.

After the initial shock, doubts and disdain followed. Everyone knew Qiao Jiang's grades in daily life. From the first year of high school, every time he took an exam, he was in the next grade. He didn't listen to lectures in class, and didn't read books after class.

However, such a person actually got 147 in mathematics? !

Everyone is thinking: Is this result copied or how did it come about...

Qiao Jiang didn't care about these gazes and remarks at all. He went up to get his test paper, wondering where he lost his three points.

"Student Qiao, go to the office after class."

"Ok."

Throughout the class, Qiao Jiang received those unkind and contemptuous looks, and followed him to the office after class.

The math teacher asked: "Student Qiao, I said that the grades are not important this time, and there is no special reward for doing well in the exam. Why did you copy it?!"

Qiao Jiang retorted: "I didn't copy it, I did it myself."

"Do it yourself?!" The math teacher seemed to be in a hurry, and informed Mr. Chen, and reprimanded in front of so many teachers in the office: "I don't know what level you are?! Is it meaningful to copy a high score?! To the college entrance examination Can you still copy?! What use is there other than deceiving yourself?!"

Qiao Jiang pursed his lips and said nothing, lowered his eyes to cover the sourness and moisture inside.

Mr. Chen came over soon, holding the report card in his hand, on which Qiao Jiang was ranked first, not only the first in the class, but also the first in the grade, with almost the first in every subject.

Qiao Jiang knew that this result would make people suspicious, but he couldn't accept accusing him without investigation.

During one class break, Qiao Jiang's first grade grade was spread in the school. The good grades angrily demanded an explanation from the teacher, while those with poor grades went to the theater.

Qiao Jiang insisted that he did not cheat: "If the teacher doesn't believe me, you can give me another test paper, and you will invigilate the test yourself."

The math teacher sneered: "Invigilate the exam yourself? Do you think the teachers are so free? Because you waste so much time by yourself."

Qiao Jiang bit his lip, and was about to say something when the door of the teacher's office was pushed open, and Xie Yinian, who was wearing the No. [-] Middle School uniform, walked in swaggeringly.

He went straight into the office without making a report. A group of teachers looked over and were about to speak when they saw the uniform of the high school next door on him.

"Hey, why did you come to our No. [-] Middle School, a student from No. [-] Middle School?"

Xie Yinian smiled, and said indifferently: "Hi, teachers, I'm here to find Qiao Jiang."

A familiar voice sounded, Qiao Jiang was startled, and looked over suddenly.

The boy stood against the light at the door of the office, with a smile on his brows and eyes, but his eyes were still unmoved. The golden light shrouded him, and Qiao Jiang was stunned for two seconds.

Xie Yinian also saw him, noticed his flushed eyes, walked over with a smile, and directly ignored the teachers in the room: "Jiaojiao, have your test scores come out this time, how are you doing?"

Qiao Jiang blinked, not understanding why Xie Yinian came over suddenly, but he still nodded when he heard the result, and before he could answer, the math teacher standing aside said, "How did you do in the exam? Why don't you ask Qiao How did the students copy it?"

Qiao Jiang hurriedly explained to Xie Yinian: "I didn't copy it."

Xie Yinian gave him a soothing look, and looked at the math teacher: "Copy? Does the teacher have evidence?"

"This still needs evidence?! He suddenly got the first grade in the first grade, and his scores in all subjects are close to perfect. If he didn't copy it, how could he get it?"

Xie Yinian said "ah": "I taught it."

Qiao Jiang was taken aback, because Xie Yinian's words were sour and sweet, did Xie Yinian actually believe that he did it by himself?

All the grievances broke through the shackles at this moment, drowning him like substance, tears fell uncontrollably, and he carefully rubbed against Xie Yinian's side.

Xie Yinian continued: "I skipped classes every day without studying and was No.1 in the city for two consecutive years. Isn't it normal to teach a grade number one?"