A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

Attacks followed one after another, and Li Shu, the class representative of all subjects, sent another sad report.

"Tut tsk tsk." Li Shu walked to Zhou Cheng's desk and smacked his lips like a little old lady.

"Brother, you must have a bloody disaster recently!"

"Is it true?" Zhou Cheng's expression became serious, obviously believing it to be true.

"Is there any truth to what I said? Li Chunfeng, you know, that's my ancestor." Li Shu stopped handing out the papers, leaned his elbows on the table, pouted his buttocks, and spread feudal superstition here in Zhoucheng. .

"Why do you see it? Master, please talk about it in detail, I am all ears." The idiom popped out of Zhou Cheng's mouth, and the scene was a bit weird.To use an analogy, it is as contrary to Dashan's talk about cross talk.

"Of course there is a sign. Look at what it is." Li Shu slowly unfolded a physics test paper in front of Zhou Cheng.

At a glance, the eyes are scarlet, full of forks.

"I've never seen such a popular test paper!" Li Shu exclaimed.

"Wow, really, more than mine." Baobao also said with emotion.

"Put it down, you just didn't write it, and you got a big red question mark. If you get serious, you two may be worse!" Guo Nanxing interjected.

"Guo Chouzui, what will happen if you don't speak? You are everywhere!"

"The same is for you." Guo Nanxing retorted, not to be outdone.

Shuang beat the eggplant, Zhou Cheng was dejected, and he almost had the words "too bad" written on his forehead.

"If you beg me, I'll teach you." Song Zhiyu on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

"please."

"Huh?" He was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Zhou Cheng to agree so quickly, so he decided to push forward.

"Then you call me Dad again?"

"This is not acceptable." The spineless Zhou Cheng refused righteously: "Unless you guarantee that we may form other ethical relationships in the future."

"what?"

"Of course I'm not talking about husband and wife!" Zhou Cheng explained hurriedly.

After being silent for a while, Zhou Cheng yelled coyly with a mosquito-like volume.

"dad."

There was another silence. ...

"It's okay, I can feel your determination." Song Zhiyu looked strange, and the end of his eyebrows couldn't help twitching.

"Get up."

"Ah? Is it going to start now? I haven't prepared it yet." Zhou Cheng didn't know which muscle was wrong, and he was shy there.

"Get out of the way...I'm going to turn the table over."

"Huh? Why?" Zhou Cheng was puzzled.

"I told you I have an exam tomorrow!" Song Zhiyu, who was still suffering from a cold, had a hoarse voice, and was almost on the verge of breaking out when he got excited.

Every major exam in the first year of high school is very important, because the grades of the corresponding students will be recorded in the book, as the basis for the second grade of high school.If nothing else happened, it was a certainty that Song Zhiyu would get into the best class of science.However, accidents are unexpected things.

It was cloudy yesterday, but cloudy today.The pouring rain was bitter and non-stop, and the entire No. [-] Middle School was shrouded in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.Rainwater poured into the teaching building to form stagnant water, and the corridors were trampled to pieces by the students rushing to and fro, making them extremely filthy.

The seats for each major exam are arranged according to the ranking of the students in the last exam.The top 1 sit in the first classroom from left to right on the sixth floor - the physics laboratory, the 2 to [-] sit in the biology laboratory next to it, and so on: chemistry experiment, senior one ([-] ) class, high school ([-]) class...the last exam room is on the far right of the first floor, a small dark and damp corner near the bustling vegetable market outside the school.

Zhou Cheng was a new transfer this semester, and he didn't take the last exam, so he naturally sat in the dilapidated classroom that was bustling with people outside the window and inside was dark and damp.Song Zhiyu was number one in his grade last time, so he naturally sat in the highest and front position, even though he didn't like that position very much, because the floor was too high and it was very tiring to climb up.

Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng, one is in the sky and the other is underground.

After a short morning reading in the classroom, everyone packed up their things and went to their examination room.

Song Zhiyu covered himself tightly with a gray scarf today, and Ren Zhoucheng refused to take off the white mask no matter how much he tried to dissuade him.In the end, when he was parting, he quietly took off his mask, and whispered something behind Zhou Cheng.

"Old Zhou, do you think my voice is particularly magnetic today?" Song Zhiyu asked in a low voice, adding a touch of cuteness to the usual laziness.

"Well, it's very charming." Zhou Cheng hurriedly left a sentence, and rushed to that dark and damp small classroom with Murong Baobao.

"Dachengzi, why are your ears so red?" Baobao tugged at Zhou Cheng's ears curiously.

"Huh? Is there..."

"Wait, I found out that you have pierced ears? Tsk... there seems to be more than one!"

"You...don't say it!" Zhou Cheng didn't know whether to cover Baobao's big mouth or cover his ears.

……

Song Zhiyu really doesn't like to climb stairs, and in public, he can't climb stairs like a mangy dog ​​like he climbed the stairs of Zhou Cheng's house last time.No matter how big or small he is, he is also the number one in his age, and he is well-known in his grade and even in the whole school, so he has no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward slowly, without losing his demeanor, and he is also very pretentious.

As expected, there were discussions all around, and as Song Zhiyu arrived at the innermost physics laboratory on the sixth floor, the discussions became even more unscrupulous.

"That person is Song Zhiyu, who used to be from the junior high school of the No. [-] middle school? Now he is the first in grade, and the first in eight single subjects in nine subjects?"

"I didn't expect that we could meet students from No. [-] Middle School here! It doesn't matter if your grades are so good, and you are so good-looking. I don't know if I have a chance..." It was a girl who said this.

"Although he looks skinny and frail, I have to admit that you just can't pass him." It was a boy who said this.

"I can't even see it. At best, I'm just a bookworm. If you are a little careless, it's still okay? A student in Class [-], no matter how much you boast, his IQ is limited."

The person who said this was Tong Wen, the second child in the Wannian grade, and the first and first class of the senior high school.Unlike Song Zhiyu, Tong Wen's previous junior high school was just an ordinary junior high school, but according to his words, it was because he had no desire to study before.When he entered high school, his prodigal son turned around and suddenly realized that once he got serious, no one could win him over.

"Hey, your seat will definitely be mine next time!" Tong Wen poked Song Zhiyu in front of him with a gel pen, and announced in front of everyone in the examination room.

Song Zhiyu in the front seat covered his face and coughed a few more times. He frowned and didn't intend to pay attention to Tong Wen's "kidney stabbing attack with gel pen".Yesterday's cold has become a little bit worse today. At the beginning of sneezing, coughing, runny nose, fever and other big gifts followed one after another and reached its peak today.He touched the school uniform pocket with both hands, but found it was empty.

Song Zhiyu turned to Tong Wen and said, "Student, do you have a napkin? Lend me." He made a gesture of blowing his nose.

"Huh?" Tong Wen obviously didn't expect Song Zhiyu to say such a word to herself.

"Oh, I was wrong...Student, do you have any napkins? Send me a bag."

Tong Wen was stunned, and he subconsciously handed out a pack of napkins.

"Thank you." Song Zhiyu said.

"Wait! Don't you know my name?"

"Who are you?"

Tong Wen is the second in Tangtang's grade, how could someone not know his name?But if the person who doesn't know is first in grade, it sounds reasonable.

"But it doesn't matter, when the grades come out and my name is in front of you, it's impossible for you not to know me." Tong Wen's eyes flashed a glint of complacency, and he was full of small calculations in his heart.

Most of the people in the examination room were watching this anticlimactic conflict, among which Guo Nanxing, who was sitting in the third seat, was the one who watched the most excitement.Not because of anything else, just "love life, love gossip", it is natural.

"Brother Guo, others don't know, but I know. As a student of No. [-] middle school, brother, you are much more low-key!"

"Don't put a high hat on me, I'm just the tail of a No. [-] high school crane. Besides, no matter how low-key you are, don't you think that the fourth grader--Li Shu, the representative of Li Dake?" After listening to Guo Nanxing After all this flattery, Li Shu really looked a little smug.

"I'll let you in on a secret again. Do you know who was the number one student in our school?" Li Shufu whispered into Guo Nanxing's ear.

"Not Lao Song? Oh no, he failed the exam. Is that Tong Wen?" Guo Nanxing was really interested in this.

"Wrong wrong wrong, it's Lao Song, but another old Song."

"Song Ziyu, have you heard of it?"

Guo Nanxing thought about it for a while, was taken aback, and said, "The one with a foreign language? The city's senior high school entrance examination? He is from our school? How is it possible? Why haven't I seen it in school?"

"It seems that they are only in our school's name and do not teach here. Tell me, who is better, Lao Song or Lao Song?" Li Shu asked.

"To be honest, I guess the old Song who I don't know is more powerful. After all, brother Zhiyu came up to challenge the hell mode." Guo Nanxing replied.

Song Zhiyu, who was sitting at the front, sneezed loudly.

The first test is Chinese, which is the other one of Song Zhiyu's eight single items.Of course, this is not to say that Song Zhiyu is not good at it, just that he is not that good at it.Especially novel comprehension and composition.

While resisting the drowsiness of the brain caused by the fever, I use the remaining emotions to think about the subtle emotions expressed in the words.Song Zhiyu belongs to the type of "natural mourning", and he can't imagine any high-spirited and positive themes when he sees any composition questions.

"Tencent Finance launched the first "robot news" written by Dreamwriter in China, and pioneered a new model of using robots for news production in China... Please express your own opinions based on the above materials and write an 800-word article Composition, subject matter is not limited."

Isn't that good? Rather, it would be better to use robots for all of them.

Song Zhiyu resisted the headache and the terrifying thought of "machines destroying all human beings" clamoring in his brain, and wrote the title of the composition with his remaining rationality: "Machine—For Better Humanity".

Besides, Zhou Cheng, outside the window was full of voices, and inside the window, the last row of the small, cold and damp classroom was full of romantic thoughts.

Hou Wanqiang, who was wearing a school uniform with one sleeve missing outside the window, saw Zhou Cheng in the window and greeted him excitedly.

"Brother, look at me!"

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