The scumbag can't hold back his tears [Quick Transmigration]

Chu Dongchen did what he said.

Without taking the schoolbag and not looking back, he fled out of the classroom.

Leave Qin Zheng to face it alone.

Wei Yinzhuang stared at Qin Zheng with a half-smile, causing his scalp to tingle and his back to tremble. He didn't dare to speak, and hurriedly stuffed all the language-related materials on the table into his schoolbag.

Then he bowed and snapped, "Grandpa, let's go!"

Wei Yinzhuang "..."

Qin Zheng was dragged out of the school gate.

All the way as quiet as a chicken.

After walking out of the school gate, Wei Yinzhuang paused slightly and said, "Lover?"

Qin Zheng remained silent.

"daughter in law?"

Qin Zheng remained silent.

Wei Yinzhuang caressed Qin Zheng's chin sideways, with a half-smile, "Are you tired of dealing with such a complicated relationship?"

Qin Zheng was so sluggish that his hair was limp and sunken, he rubbed against Wei Yinzhuang's fingers, dejectedly, "Why am I so unlucky, you bump into me every time."

"...It doesn't matter if I don't touch it?"

Qin Zheng supported Wei Yinzhuang's shoulder and kissed him, and said bitterly, "I won't spread rumors in the future, please treat me better."

Going back tonight is inevitable.

But Qin Zheng still had a little hope that Wei Yinzhuang would not be too fierce.

Chu Dongchen really took his life to bring hatred to him.

Qin Zheng gritted his teeth when he thought of it.

Wei Yinzhuang frowned, "Huh?"

Qin Zheng continued to follow him forward, kicking the rocks on the soles of his feet, "I looked in the mirror today, and my body was covered with blue. If you do this to me again, I won't even be able to wear my school uniform anymore."

Wei Yinzhuang froze for a moment, wiped Qin Zhengyu's hard shoulder bones with his thumb, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Now that Qin Zheng heard Wei Yinzhuang asking him these two words, he couldn't help but think of a lot of shameful yellow waste, hid himself away, and smiled awkwardly, "No... just a little more prints, and it's not easy to wear clothes in summer."

Wei Yinzhuang scratched Qin Zheng's school uniform shirt with his fingertips, his collarbone stretched out and there were still finger marks, and several scarlet streaks stood out shockingly on his pale shoulders in the night.

It was the marks left by him grabbing Qin Zheng's shoulders from behind yesterday afternoon because he couldn't restrain himself.

Wei Yinzhuang knew that he had passed.

But he couldn't help it.

This fool seemed to him a gust of wind that would leave at any moment.

Only when Qin Zheng is pulled into a wave of desire that he cannot escape, will he be possessed by him.

Qin Zheng thought that Wei Yinzhuang wanted to mess with him again, so he squeezed his collar tightly like a bullied little girl, but he didn't make up his mind after tightening the collar, hugged Wei Yinzhuang, and said sullenly, "Let's do it on weekends, shall we?"

Wei Yinzhuang didn't say a word, he seemed to want to wrap his arms around Qin Zheng's waist, but his hand fell on the schoolbag, and patted Qin Zheng's back through the Chinese books, Chinese test papers, classical Chinese analysis, test paper analysis and pencil case.

Qin Zheng wishfully thought that his grandfather must agree, so he let go of his grandfather, carried his schoolbag happily, and hesitated, "Grandpa, I will review Chinese tonight until one o'clock in the morning!"

"..." Wei Yinzhuang was silent for a while, and couldn't help but sneer, "Is it different from being done by me?"

Qin Zheng frowned, "Of course there's a difference. I reviewed a little and gained knowledge, what can I gain by doing a little with you?"

Wei Yinzhuang raised his lips, "Child?"

Qin Zheng fell silent and continued walking forward.

Wei Yinzhuang followed him slowly, "Is it alive?"

"Fart!"

"I thought you liked children."

"Why do you say that?" Qin Zheng wrinkled his face and turned his head, "I don't like children who bark and yell and don't listen to me."

Wei Yinzhuang walked to one side, and gently took Qin Zheng's hand, "Same as you."

Qin Zheng took a hissing breath, feeling embarrassed, "Then do you like children?"

"do not like."

"..." Qin Zheng thought it over, "So you're turning a corner and saying you don't like me?"

"Stupid."

Qin Zheng angrily followed Wei Yinzhuang to hold his hand and bit him, then fled the scene with his schoolbag on his back.

Back to the apartment.

Turn on the lights.

Qin Zheng slumped into the sofa and opened the third Chinese textbook in his second year of high school.

familiar.

Fear of being dominated by language.

Qin Zheng had failed Chinese since elementary school, and he failed to pass the language until he went to university.

There are no Chinese classes in college.

The reason why Qin Zheng started to learn mathematics competition from junior high school was basically because his Chinese was terrible. If he didn't have a league certificate, he would have to go to a serious high school.

Opened the familiar textbook, or the familiar classical Chinese.

In a different world, the textbook publishers have not fucking changed.

"Ancient learning, one must have a teacher, one is the one who preaches the Tao and receives..." Qin Zhengku said, "The one who preaches the Tao, the one who receives the Tao... the one who preaches the Tao and receives the karma to solve doubts... Also, people are not... and people are not... ..."

Wei Yinzhuang came and frowned, "What are you reading?"

"text."

Qin Zheng sniffed, doubting life, "How could ancient people be named 'Zhe'? Doesn't this conflict with pronouns?"

"...Did your teacher teach you this before?"

The Chinese teacher was always a mysterious and dark organization to Qin Zheng when he was in school, but now Qin Zheng is very willing to blame the Chinese teacher, "Yes, isn't it?"

Wei Yinzhuang sneered, took out the language book in Qin Zheng's hand, and sat beside him, "pen."

Qin Zheng quickly picked out a carbon pen from his schoolbag and handed it to his grandfather.

Grandpa neatly drew and read sentences for him.

When Qin Zheng read it, he felt that the meaning had changed, and the teacher was gone. He was very suspicious, "Do you know classical Chinese?"

Grandpa laughed at him, "No."

Qin Zheng was even more skeptical, "Have you ever taken a Chinese class before?"

"No."

Qin Zheng frowned, "Then you taught me a lot, didn't you force me into prostitution?"

"..."

Qin Zheng guessed that Grandpa was going to call him an idiot again, so he blocked him in advance, "Don't scold me if you have a guilty conscience!"

Grandpa smiled, with a cool smile, "When I was the same age as you, literati still used classical Chinese to write articles."

Qin Zheng was taken aback, "How old are you???"

He always felt that his grandfather's name sounded like it was taken before liberation, but when grandpa said it this way, it seemed not only before liberation, but also before liberation.

"Much older than you."

Qin Zheng was dissatisfied, "How big is the big lot?"

After finishing speaking, Qin Zheng suddenly felt that the words were ambiguous, and quickly changed the expression, "How old are you now?"

Fortunately, Wei Yinzhuang didn't seem to notice, he rubbed Qin Zheng's shoulder blades, and touched his spine with his fingertips, "I have lived for a long time, and I will never remember the number of years."

Qin Zheng frowned.

Wei Yinzhuang leaned over and kissed him on the lips, and said inexplicably, "It's more than enough to be your grandfather."

Qin Zheng "..."

After thinking for a while, Qin Zheng suddenly became interested in Wei Yinzhuang's past. He curled up on the sofa and turned his head, facing Wei Yinzhuang, "Are the people around you as old as you?"

"No."

Wei Yinzhuang got up and went to make a pot of tea. He was very particular about making tea. Qin Zheng couldn't understand it, but he thought it was very smooth. The tea set and Wei Yinzhuang's hands were beautiful.

Qin Zheng stared at Wei Yinzhuang's hand, a little puzzled, "Don't you have any circle?"

"No." Wei Yinzhuang poured boiling water and said calmly, "Each has his own way."

Qin Zheng figured out a little bit of meaning, and then thought of the previous question, "Is there a big age gap between your... colleagues?"

Logically speaking, yes.

People like Wei Yinzhuang live for a long time, and newcomers come in constantly.

"Ah."

Because Qin Zheng didn't want to memorize the text, he just wanted to chat endlessly, "Are there many people older than you? Is there any seniority between master and apprentice..."

"No." Wei Yinzhuang lowered his hands and glanced at Qin Zheng, expressionless, "They all died very early. People who should go know which way to go, they don't need to learn from teachers."

Qin Zheng was stunned for a moment.

He always felt that he was very different from Wei Yinzhuang. He used to think that Wei Yinzhuang was a Taoist priest, but Taoist priests still have Taoism generations, and Wei Yinzhuang didn't even have anyone around him, let alone a teacher.

Qin Zheng had foreseen that people like Wei Yinzhuang would not have many close friends, but looking at it now, Wei Yinzhuang seemed to be alone for a long time.

Qin Zheng never thought about Wei Yinzhuang's past, and now he has no intention of getting to the bottom of it——

Just a little sad.

"Oh," Qin Zheng sighed, jumped off the sofa with bare feet, ran to Grandpa, and hugged him from behind, "You said that everyone has their own way, so your life is very monotonous , and there is no deep friendship.”

"got used to."

Qin Zheng sniffed, worried, "I talk so much every day, will you bother me in the future?"

Wei Yinzhuang smiled, "Will you say a few words less when I annoy you?"

Apparently—

"No." Qin Zheng was categorical, "But I have a fixed limit on the number of words I can speak every day. If you don't want me to tell you, I can still make ends meet by finding someone else to kill time. Why..."

The word "sample" was not exported.

Qin Zheng was beaten by his grandfather.

Qin Zheng bit Wei Yinzhuang's neck angrily and decided to hurt each other.

He reached down, but when he reached Wei Yinzhuang's lower abdomen, he was held down. However, Wei Yinzhuang was holding the teacup with the other hand, so Qin Zheng quickly opened his zipper with the other hand from the other side. He unbuttoned his belt.

Qin Zheng teased him and blinked, "Have you never done this before?"

Wei Yinzhuang clenched his teacup tightly, his Adam's apple twitched, and stared at him intently.

"If you haven't done it before," Qin Zheng's eyes sparkled, "then haven't you been a virgin for a long time?"

"...take your hands away."

Qin Zheng pulled down the thin layer of cloth and bumped him with his shoulder, "Grandpa, how did you do that?"

"Qin, Zheng."

Qin Zheng didn't take it seriously, he was going to be screwed anyway, there is no difference between being screwed now and being screwed later, he couldn't say a word that could hurt Wei Yinzhuang, "Do you only like men, or are you a man?" Do you like women? After all these years, there is really no one who is willing to sleep with you?"

"Oh," Qin Zheng smiled, and kissed him while teasing him, "Do I treat you well?"

People can be imaginary.

But we can't say less.

Wei Yinzhuang didn't move at all, panting depressedly and lowly, his expression was cold, but the fingers holding the teacup turned white.

If his eyes were weakened a bit, he would be like a teacher watching a student copying a book, "Aren't you going to review Chinese tonight?"

Qin Zheng was poked at the weak point, recalling the oppression of the indescribably dirty story between the "Zhe" and "Shi Shi", and withered, "I will go now."

"Then let go."

Wei Yinzhuang was so restrained tonight?

Qin Zheng was stunned for a long time, he couldn't help but was a little surprised at the moment, "Are you going to get it out yourself?"

Grandpa still said the word "let go."

"Okay, okay," Qin Zheng immediately let go, and rubbed his palm against Wei Yinzhuang's trousers, "I'm going to recite classical Chinese right away. Grandpa, remember to come out and draw a sentence for me when you are well..."

It's not over yet.

Qin Zheng was pushed face down on the sofa.

He held it up in time, and less than [-] centimeters from the front of his chin was his Chinese document, with an open carbon pen pinned to it. Keep the written math homework paper on the previous page of "teacher".

I just took a look, and threw a notebook behind me.

Qin Zheng knelt on the sofa and turned his head backwards, "What are you doing? You... why are you taking off your pants? Wait, wait!"

Wei Yinzhuang leaned over to support Qin Zheng's waist, and sneered, "Lie down."

Qin Zheng couldn't believe it, "Why am I lying on my stomach while reviewing Chinese???"

Wei Yinzhuang pushed him forward, grabbed his belly and lifted him up, making Qin Zheng bow his waist and lay down on the sofa, speaking slowly, "Do you know what is the first homework for students who study essays?"

How did Qin Zheng know, but he knew with his ass that the first task of learning Chinese was definitely not to be beaten by someone!

Qin Zheng struggled with his palms on the Chinese textbook, "Don't fucking tell me it's an unspoken rule by the after-school tutor!"

Wei Yinzhuang tapped him on the back of the head, sneered, "What are you thinking, I'll let you copy the article."

Qin Zheng froze for a moment, without struggling for a few seconds.

In just a few seconds of dazed effort, the trousers fell off, and the inside of the trousers also fell off, and the shirt was lifted to expose the waist.

Qin Zheng was so frightened that he wanted to turn around, and he didn't care about not wearing pants, "How do you want me to copy the text????"

Wei Yinzhuang pressed him down, and calmly said, "I'll fuck you, you copy the text."

Qin Zheng was shocked, "What????"

"If you move around again, I'll throw the book for you."

Qin Zheng was shocked again, "Why are you throwing away my Chinese papers again?"

Wei Yinzhuang stared at him coldly, "Writing silently. If you can't write silently, don't even think about going to sleep."

He couldn't read the words, so he still wrote silently? ?

Was Wei Yinzhuang trying to find an excuse to let him die? ? ?

Just as Qin Zheng was about to struggle with his life, a hand was stretched out in front of his eyes, and the Chinese document disappeared instantly.

"Move again?"

Qin Zheng withered, like a salted fish that died on the sofa.

The language document was thrown back again and fell in front of his eyes.

"Copy ten times."

Qin Zheng stood up again, "What? Ten times???"

Grandpa was ruthless and unreasonable, "Copied and read at the same time, I didn't memorize it tonight, I will continue tomorrow night."

Qin Zheng "!!!"

Qin Zheng softened his tone, tilted his head halfway and raised his chin, looked at Wei Yinzhuang pitifully, and tried to reason, "No, grandpa, you see, I can't even read it now, and you asked me to copy it ten times, and I don't understand anything." Meaning, how could it be possible to recite..."

"You said you were good at math competition?"

Mathematics is indeed the only thing Qin Zheng can boast about in his long student career.

Qin Zheng was a little embarrassed, and said modestly, "No, no, no...not that powerful, just so-so..."

"You can memorize the exam questions from four or five years ago," but Grandpa didn't finish listening to it, cut off the question, "Can't you memorize a text ten times?"

Qin Zheng blinked, "What?"

Wei Yinzhuang took out the math homework paper from the Chinese book and turned it to the back, "These geometry problems are not your math homework, right?"

A piece of b5 printed homework paper, with a few basic geometry questions about circles and ellipses printed on the front. There are no steps in the answering section, only a few scribbled formulas and resulting figures, and the entire paper is clean and empty.

Turning it over, there are numbers and formulas, and there are no Chinese characters or graphics.

But what it solved was a geometry problem, but the graphics were not drawn by the respondent.

It is just the problem-solving content derived from the analysis of graphic memory.

It was a few questions related to analytic geometry that Qin Zheng took when he took the exam outside. Qin Zheng did it again when he was free in Chinese class.

I knew he was doing his homework.

Qin Zheng pretended to be dead.

Wei Yinzhuang clipped the homework paper back, "Do you want to copy?"

Qin Zheng didn't dare to say anything.

Then he heard the sound of tearing the condom package, and his body shook.

"Wait, don't..."

Wei Yinzhuang held him down and looked down from above, "I'll explain the sentence to you if you don't understand it, ask me if you don't understand the meaning of the word, copy it ten times, do you hear me?"

Qin Zheng sighed, glanced at "teacher" and sighed again, choked up and bargained, "Five times... seven times, eight times, eight times, okay?"

Wei Yinzhuang looked at him coldly.

Qin Zheng whimpered, and wrote with trembling hands, "Ancient scholars must have teachers."

Not a few lines—

"Read it."

"Uh... Gu, Gu..., fuck, you made me..." Qin Zheng took a deep breath, and wrote the "person" of "Ancient Sage" on the outside of the notebook paper, "You made me... ...Let me, how...well, how to read the text???"

"Don't read and copy it fifteen times, or wait until you can write it silently."

Qin Zheng refused to accept it, "I'll take the exam... just recite it during the exam, hiss... I'm so distracted, I recite it slowly, too, too... you stop!"

Wei Yinzhuang's face was as usual, "If you can recite it at will, you won't forget it if you don't review it for a long time in the future."

"……you!"

"Continue reading."

"Uh...I, I can't," Qin Zheng was about to cry, and he felt ashamed of the breathy sound he unconsciously brought up when he said a word, "I really can't read it, can't I copy it, why do I have to read it?"

"I like to hear you bark."

"Hiss—" Qin Zheng gasped, reddened from his ears to his neck, lowered his head and continued to write "ancient sage" and dared not speak.

"continue."

Qin Zheng's face was so hot that his eyes became hot, and he stammered, "Ancient, ancient sages, their...uh, they are far away from others, fuck me..."

In the end, Qin Zheng didn't copy it ten times.

Four to five and 10 minutes to copy, and it was almost twelve o'clock and he hadn't finished copying the fifth time.

But Qin Zheng memorized the first and last paragraphs.

Wei Yinzhuang looked at what he had finally copied four and a half times with disgust, and asked Qin Zheng to translate it again with the textbook notes before letting Qin Zheng go to sleep.

Qin Zheng slept until seven o'clock, was dragged out of bed by his grandfather, and copied the teacher's instructions twice.

This time I only copied the text and did nothing else.

Qin Zheng's original school had morning self-study and evening self-study. Early self-study started before seven o'clock, and evening self-study ended near nine o'clock.

But "Starlight Through the Neon" canceled the morning self-study for Duanmu Hanjing and Pei Ziqing to have enough time to go to bed and campus violence, and the evening self-study ended at [-] o'clock, and only the morning self-study class was on Saturdays and Sundays.

Morning, seven forty-five.

Qin Zheng arrived at the classroom in a daze.

In his dreams last night, Shishi was always smiling at him.

Qin Zheng just sat down on his seat, put his hands on his back, and squeezed his shoulders graciously, "Brother Jing, how was last night...?"

Looking back, Qin Zhengzheng saw Chu Dongchen with two dark circles under his eyes, looking at him flatteringly, and carefully placed a breakfast on his table as if offering an offering, "I'm afraid you were tired last night, and you won't have time to eat today Breakfast, I specially bought breakfast for you when I went out of school by bicycle!"

Qin Zheng got angry when he saw him, and slapped the table, "Why are you so unlucky????"

Chu Dongchen swallowed anxiously, "I, I made a mistake, brother Jing, I promise there will be no next time!"

"I've said it all, how do you want to have a next time?"

Feeling the bench at the same table as Brother Jing and sitting next to Brother Jing, Chu Dongchen took a breath and asked hesitantly, "Brother Jing, yesterday..."

Qin Zheng took a sip of soy milk, it wasn't sweet, "What's wrong?"

Chu Dongchen seemed very worried, "Your boyfriend really won't let you fuck him?"

Qin Zheng choked, "No, no."

"Really?" Like coming back from the dead, Chu Dongchen was filled with hope again, "Brother Jing, did you forgive your boyfriend again last night???"

"..."

"Brother Jing, you are amazing!" Chu Dongchen praised sincerely, "I was worried all night because I was afraid that you would break up with him, and I have to be responsible for you."

Qin Zheng sucked in a mouthful of soy milk, and stared fiercely at Chu Dongchen, "Do you understand what I paid???"

"What??"

Turning around, he took out the six-and-a-half times I copied last night and this morning from the schoolbag. The teacher said, Qin Zheng slapped it on the table, rounding it up, "In order to coax him, I copied this text seven times!"

"Copy, copy the text?" Chu Dongchen was startled.

Qin Zheng took the opportunity to brainwash "Every time I get together with someone, he is so angry that I copy the texts. During the time I was with him, I just copied the texts except for messing with him. Now I really regret being with him in my high school puppy love. "

Chu Dongchen was dumbfounded, "Why did he ask you to copy the text???"

Qin Zheng snapped and made up "Because he is a Chinese teacher."

"This..." Chu Dongchen was startled, "teacher-student relationship??? Another school??"

Qin Zheng followed suit, "Teachers from other schools are much older than me. Don't go out and talk nonsense. It's not good for his work."

"Okay, okay!" Chu Dongchen responded repeatedly, "I promise not to say anything!"

These words sound familiar, but Qin Zheng didn't care to think so much, racking his brains to figure out how to try his best to set up a negative teaching material and persuade Chu Dongchen not to fall in love early.

As long as you keep an eye on Chu Dongchen, even if Pei Ziqing and Gu Lei are together, they won't go from miscarriage to death.

But Chu Dongchen listened, frowned and asked in a low voice, "Brother Jing, have you cheated many times?"

"Yes, yes."

Chu Dongchen frowned even tighter, "You cheated so many times, and your boyfriend didn't break up with you?"

After making it all up, Qin Zheng could only continue to make it up, "Because...he can't live without me."

"Hiss—can't leave you?"

"He..." Qin Zheng had an idea, lowered his voice, and pressed it to Chu Dongchen's ear, "He can't be hard, and he has always been very inferior, so even though he hates me going out to play with others, he still obediently fucks me. .”

Chu Dongchen's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, "He... I really didn't see it from his appearance!"

"Otherwise, why do you think he is so willing to fuck me?"

"It's also..." Chu Dongchen thought hard for a while, and agreed, but then felt that something was wrong, "Did he not have a boyfriend before? He is so inferior, it must be you?"

Qin Zheng narrowed his eyes.

This kid has so many problems.

But he obediently went to and from school with Wei Yinzhuang in the future, Chu Dongchen should never see Wei Yinzhuang again, and it wouldn't hurt if he and Chu Dongchen chatted a little more.

So I continued to open my eyes and make up nonsense, "Because among all the boyfriends he has, I am the only one who can make him happy. Brother, do you understand?"

Chu Dongchen blushed, embarrassed to say that he understood or not, he nodded, and sincerely commented, "Brother Jing, you are really cunning and scumbag!"

"You don't have any skills, what are you talking about?" Qin Zheng thought to himself that the opportunity had come, and immediately began to persuade him to learn, "If you don't have my skills, then don't even think about doing things like me. Be good at studying, and don't think about puppy love. .”

"No, Brother Jing, I didn't think about it."

Qin Zheng patted him on the chest with the back of his hand, "If you said you didn't think about it, you really didn't think about it? If you are such a stupid idiot, you can make you happy to be a father in two days. Do you believe it? Everything will be fine with a girlfriend, and there are many serious consequences. Would you buy a condom first on impulse? If your girlfriend is pregnant without a condom, can you go to a regular hospital to have an abortion with her? After the abortion, you can face school with her Is it the pressure of the family? If she leaves hidden dangers, will you be responsible for her in the future?"

Chu Dongchen was speechless after being asked a series of questions, and was dumbfounded.

Qin Zheng touched Chu Dongchen's face pityingly, "If you can't do it, study hard and make progress every day. Read more and be a person with spiritual pursuit."

"Brother Jing..." Chu Dongchen still wanted to save him, "I feel like you have changed."

Qin Zheng ignored him, "Well, let's make a bet."

"What bet?"

Qin Zheng: "This semester, there will be classroom exams, monthly exams, midterm exams, and final exams. As long as you pass me in math, I will hang out with you. I call you Brother Chen, but as long as you fail me in math one day, follow me." Let’s be a spiritual pursuit together.”

Chu Dongchen swallowed, "Brother Jing, do you still have spiritual pursuit if you mess around?"

Qin Zheng was furious when he heard the words, "If you don't pass the exam, I count it as my own, but if I don't pass the exam, I don't have it! Do you want to bet or not?"

He and Brother Jing have known each other since junior high school, and now they have just started their sophomore year of high school. After knowing each other for so many years, Chu Dongchen knows Brother Jing's math scores clearly, and he and he are both half-baked.

Although he didn't know why Brother Jing went crazy and wanted to compare his math scores with him, but they are brothers, so it's okay to agree.

"Gambling, why don't you dare to bet?" Chu Dongchen was still more interested in Brother Jing calling him Brother instead, "You said, call me Brother Chen after you lose the bet!"

However, for some reason, the moment he agreed, Brother Jing seemed to show a kind of contempt for a king, and smiled, "I promised to go back and call me Dad."

"You are dreaming, just wait and call me brother!"

Soon, the class bell rang.

Today's Wednesday, the morning class schedule——

Mathematics, physics, Chinese, Chinese.

Qin Zheng fumbled through the math class, listened to the physics class, and went out to do the third set of radio gymnastics for elementary and middle school students.

He didn't want to do it, but Chu Dongchen didn't want to either, so Qin Zheng went and pulled Chu Dongchen to do gymnastics with him.

Apparently he still can't do gymnastics.

He has no muscle memory for doing exercises.

But Chu Dongchen, who has been studying in Qinzheng No. [-] Middle School, can't even do exercises, he hasn't even learned, and he hasn't done an exercise once. Qin Zheng and him are hanging at the end of the team, walking slowly According to the gourd painting, he was finally driven back to the classroom by the head teacher.

The only gain was that he forced Chu Dongchen to point out to him which little classmate Pei Ziqing was under the eyes of Chu Dongchen looking at the beast.

It was indeed not Pei Ziqing.

Qin Zheng went up and made a few sentences and found out.

He told Pei Ziqing that what was said in the Introduction to Cutting Yuanyu was all bullshit, but Pei Ziqing didn't respond at all, and even blushed and couldn't look at him with wandering eyes.

If Pei Ziqing himself,

I will definitely quote a base and b to debate with Qin Zheng whether it is bullshit or not.

Pei Ziqing is a short, thin, white girl. Qin Zheng recalled the female classmate who had a crush on the girl who sat behind him in the first semester of senior high school. He was emotional for a while, pretending that he hadn't mentioned anything, and politely talked to Pei Ziqing. Chatted for a while.

Chu Dongchen continued to look at him with animal eyes beside him.

Then go back to the classroom.

I saw the Chinese test paper that was handed out.

Qin Zheng died at a glance.

28 points.

This fucking is two points lower than his lowest score in the high school Chinese test.

Qin Zheng still refuses to believe that the full score of high school Chinese is 150. He has never even passed 100. There must be black-box manipulation in the Chinese test.

Pei Ziqing was sitting very close to Qin Zheng, and it happened that her test paper had also been handed out, so Qin Zheng stretched his neck and took a look.

128 points.

"..." Qin Zheng had nothing to say, and silently turned to the composition.

15 points.

So in addition to the 60 points for the composition and the previous 90 points, he only scored 13 points, and he got one of the multiple-choice questions correct.

Qin Zheng wanted to leave this world now.

He doesn't fit here.

The Chinese teacher came in.

I don't know if it was Qin Zheng's illusion. The Chinese teacher always seemed to be looking at him vaguely. Qin Zheng could only cover his 28-point answer sheet in shame.

Yesterday Wei Yinzhuang told him that if he wanted to stay in this world, his Chinese score in the college entrance examination must be equal to or greater than the class average.

Otherwise go back and kill him.

Students with a score of 28 are not eligible to look up.

Qin Zheng huddled in his seat like a quail, not daring to look up, listening to the Chinese teacher seriously analyzing the results of yesterday's exam, "The highest score in our class in this exam is 135, and the highest score in grade is 138... The main mistakes are counted... If the average score this time..."

The Chinese teacher paused, "Excluding the lowest score of 95, it is the highest in the grade, but adding the lowest score, it is 93, the second last in the grade."

The classmates laughed coquettishly and whispered

"Who?"

"One person lowers the average score of forty people, what the hell hahahahaha..."

"Did anyone in our class hand in a blank paper yesterday?"

"The blank paper will not be counted into the score."

"You can't just do one question and hand it in?"

Chu Dongchen kicked his foot under the table on the stool of the classmate in front of him, and said aggrievedly, "Why the hell are you looking at me? Am I not worthy of being a human being with a score of 64? Is it because I lowered the average score?"

Qin Zheng silently folded the answer sheet, stuffed it into his schoolbag, and spread the paper on the table as if nothing had happened.

Fortunately, the Chinese teacher didn't point out who the student who lowered the average score was. After leaving the classroom quietly, he started to talk about the topic.

Qin Zheng leaned nervously on the table, not daring to speak.

to finish.

The average score is 93 points, and 95 points are removed from him.

This must not be told to Wei Yinzhuang, his best Chinese test in high school was not 90 points, and he was the one who lowered the average score from the beginning of learning Chinese, how could he get above the average score in the test?

God will kill him.

But nervous and nervous, Qin Zheng fell asleep lying on his 28-point Chinese original paper.

I slept until I finished two Chinese classes.

In the middle, he drank the two cups of soy milk that Chu Dongchen bought for him, one with sugar and one without sugar.