MVP in the next examination room

Feng Zhizhong originally wanted to write some questions on the blackboard in the classroom during the physical education class.

The moment he opened the classroom door, he wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes.

The supposedly quiet and deserted classroom is not only quiet, but also very hot and stimulating.

Jin Luo, with "Come on for the college entrance examination" tied on his forehead, held the win board in his arms and stared at him blankly; his deputy monitor, class representative and school committee were all facing a computer, and there was a faint game sound coming from it;

The curtain of the projector hung down, and the picture on it dazzled his eyes...

The outstanding student he handpicked over, the former number one in the class, looked at him calmly, and closed the notebook in front of him.

Everything came too unexpectedly.

Tang Ran, who was sitting on one side of the podium, turned around and pretended to greet him calmly: "Leader, come for a round?"

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"Ham, the fate of your win board can really be described in four words," Ren Yuzhen said to Jin Luo, "Really, different routes lead to the same goal."

Jin Luo came out of Feng Zhizhong's office with mournful eyebrows, and rolled his eyes weakly when he heard the words: "You have the time to gossip, why don't you think about how to explain to your father."

Ding Yifan followed behind in a daze: "Are any of you planning to explain to me? I was working hard on my homework, why did I suddenly have a thousand-word check?"

Tang Ran sighed, and hooked Ding Yifan's shoulders: "Old Ding, this matter may be a bit complicated...Although we tried our best to explain to Old Feng that you are a fool who is immersed in homework, he just doesn't believe it."

They insisted on charging Ding Yifan with the crime of "covering and conniving".

"Brother Yuan, what's the matter with you?" Ding Yifan cast doubtful eyes on Yuan Che again, "Are you really playing games with them?"

"What kind of eyes do you have, of course." Tang Ran let go of Ding Yifan and went to put Yuan Che's shoulders, "We are a gang."

"..." Yuan Che ignored the pride in Tang Ran's words, an imperceptible repulsion flashed through his eyes, he stared at the hand on his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Take it down."

Although Tang Ran didn't understand why he had a good time playing just now, but now he changed his attitude, he still did as he said: "Tsk, touch what's wrong."

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