Take a diary to rebirth

The results of each subject will be released on Tuesday, and the grade ranking will be released on Wednesday morning.The grade slips are handed out to the students individually, saying that it is to take care of the students' emotions and not post the transcripts, but the grade ranking tables in various groups have begun to spread wildly.

There are many top students in the attached middle school, and the announcement of their grades is like announcing the rankings of the Jianghu. If the grades are good, they are nervous and looking forward to it, and they are a little bit uneasy.The report card in the class group is both a roll of honor and a wall of shame for everyone.

But this time, a dark horse that came out of nowhere made everyone even more surprised.

As soon as the morning reading was finished, the gossip center in Class Nine became lively. Song Fan, as the number one seeded contestant of the "Child Defense Party", wanted the whole class to know the news as soon as he heard the news.

I can't express my excitement, I can only clenched my fat hands into fists and slammed them on the table, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The tablemate reminded Jiajia to drink water, and the water in the glass overflowed after he smashed it so hard, she turned around and glared: "Song Fan, you are sick!"

"No, no." Song Fan chuckled, took out his mobile phone from his school bag, glanced outside the classroom, opened it and handed it to Cui Jiajia, excitedly said: "Zhuo Xiaowei went to the teacher's office to take a sneak shot, the latest ranking."

As soon as he mentioned the ranking, several students gathered around him and looked at his mobile phone together.

Seeing that he stopped on the first page, some people were impatient: "You turned the page backwards." ——The sadness of poor grades is that every time you read the report card, you have to read it from the back to the front.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Song Fan said proudly, he moved two fingers slightly to enlarge the form, pointed to a place in front of him and said, "Look, is it amazing?"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and the front desk couldn't help but let out a groan, followed by gasps from other people—the position of No.9 on the first page of the report card was Tong Shuo's name. , and the class in the column after the name is indeed the Arabic numeral 9, which is too abrupt in a column of numbers that are all 1.

"What the hell... is Tongtong on a rocket?"

"It's awesome!"

"I thought he gave our monitor a lot of face when he got over 70 in the exam last time."

Someone leaned over and asked, "Where is Zhou Guang? How much is Zhou Guang?"

Song Fan swiped twice: "248."

The person who asked sighed: "Is it so far away?"

"Tongtong must have secretly made up lessons..."

Tong Shuo, who was stamped to make up lessons secretly, came back from the teacher's office and felt that there was something wrong with everyone's eyes.He had just been called by Li Jun to the office to talk about his grades, and it was estimated that everyone knew about it from other channels.

Sure enough, I saw Song Fan shouting excitedly, "God of learning! God of learning!"

Xueshen was very happy in his heart, but he still kept calm on his face. He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that were crazily raised, sat back on his seat and lay down on the table: "Student Song Fan, calm yourself down a little bit." Otherwise, I won't be able to bear it. live floating ah.