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After understanding that the heroine has a heroine aura and is protected by the laws of the world (system program), Le Jing no longer thinks about finding a breakthrough in the heroine.

He decided to do it himself.

Chang Jingchen is not physically strong and can run a thousand meters in four minutes. However, such ordinary physical fitness is beyond the reach of Li Jingran.

Le Jing felt extremely satisfied after experiencing Chang Jingchen's body of a young man, free from disease and pain.

Without the drag of Li Jingran's weak body this time, he didn't know how long he could survive in this era.

But even if he could only live for a year, he didn't want his free will and life to be bound by that damn plot. Moreover, this world where characters' personalities and development trajectories are determined by programs also made him sick.

Therefore, he must break the shackles of the program on the world, even if the cost is the destruction of the world.

So Le Jing's first step was to change Chang Jingchen's life trajectory.

If the world is a set of precision-operated programs, then as long as a few of the codes change, it will trigger a domino effect, and eventually a small bug may halt or destroy the entire main program.

What Lejing has to do is to become the biggest bug in the book world that can most affect the operation of the program.

So first of all, Chang Jingchen must become a top student. It is not enough to become a top student, but also to become a top student with a personality that is well-known far and near.

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There is a deskmate named Chang Jingchen. Wen Wenzhong's life has been quite unstable this week.

If a week ago, the students in Class 9 were asked what they thought of Chang Jingchen, they would all think about what Chang Jingchen looked like for a while, and then they could answer with some hesitation: "Well... people don't like to talk, a bit Quiet?"

To say quiet is a euphemism. In the minds of many people, Chang Jingchen's presence is as thin as air. Usually in the class, Wen Wenzhong, who is at the same table as him, would say a few words to him. Some classmates who had been in the same class with him for more than a year even said a few words to him.

However, in just one week, all the students in Class 9 overturned all their previous views on Chang Jingchen.

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Politics class:

"Chang Jingchen, stand up! What did I just say?"

The boy who had been lying on the table and sleeping lazily opened his eyes, stretched, stood up slowly, and recited fluently: "Our country is a socialist country under the people's democratic dictatorship. In essence, the people are the country." The people are the masters of the country, and all power in the country belongs to the people..."

The politics teacher was dumbfounded, Wen Wenzhong was dumbfounded, and the whole class was silent.

After finishing memorizing, the young man turned to look at the politics teacher, his eyes were clear and clear, and he smiled elegantly: "Teacher, did I remember correctly?"

The politics teacher closed his mouth and pushed his eyes to hide his embarrassment: "No, sit down."

Chang Jingchen sat down, then supported his head with his hands, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

The politics teacher was silent for a few seconds, pretending not to see anything, turned around and started writing on the blackboard.

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Mathematics class:

Wu Zhongming wrote a few lines of math problems on the blackboard in an elegant way.

"Can anyone do this question?"

Wherever Wu Zhongming glanced, the students were as quiet as chickens and wanted to bury their heads, refusing to make any eye contact with him.

So Wu Zhongming's expectant eyes finally fell on Chang Jingchen, who was sleeping on the table in the fourth row.

Wen Wenzhong was trying his best to shrink his body, lowering his head and praying desperately in his heart that Old Wu would not mention his name, when he heard Old Wu clear his throat and shouted unhurriedly: "Wen Wenzhong..."

Hearing the bell is like mourning.

"Call your deskmate Chang Jingchen."

Hearing that Wen Zhong felt like being pardoned, he was overjoyed!

He roughly pushed his sleeping deskmate and said loudly: "Wake up! Wake up! The teacher is asking you to do a question!"

So, that day, the whole class remembered the fear of being crushed and dominated by the God of Learning.

The sleeping passer-by found Comrade Xueshen woke up from his sleep. He stood up lazily like a lion, walked to the podium calmly, picked up the chalk, turned his head slightly and asked Lao Wu: "Teacher, this is There are three solutions to the problem, which one do you want?"

Old Wu's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "What are the three solutions? Can you write them down for everyone to study?"

Chang Jingchen nodded slightly and wrote down smooth problem-solving steps on the blackboard as if he didn't have to think.

That unassuming passerby's face, against the backdrop of the mathematical formulas spread out on the blackboard, also had a hint of mystery and aura of superiority.

Wu Zhongming's eyes became brighter and brighter when he looked at him. In the words of Wen Mouzhong, a Chinese class representative who wished to remain anonymous, at this time, Old Wu looked at Chang Jingchen with numb eyes, as if he were looking at a lover.

After Chang Jingchen put down the last mathematical character, Lao Wu patted his shoulder affectionately and praised for the first time: "That's a perfect answer."

Chang Jingchen nodded calmly and accepted Wu Zhongming's rare compliment, his eyes calm, as if this was a normal thing.

Wu Zhongming didn't feel dissatisfied. Instead, he earnestly warned: "Put a coat on yourself when you go to bed in the future to avoid catching a cold."

Wen Wenzhong:...

Chang Jingchen even said shamelessly: "Teacher, I don't have a coat now."

So Wu Zhongming gave their class a ten-minute political class. The central idea was that they should learn to care about their classmates, unite with each other, and enthusiastically provide help to students in need.

Facing Wu Zhongming's eager eyes and spit flying everywhere, Wen Wenzhong raised his hand tremblingly and stopped his nagging with one sentence: "Teacher, you can lend me my coat to classmate Chang Jingchen." wear."

So, in the next class, the new sleep god Chang Jingchen put on his coat and fell asleep peacefully under the kind eyes of the math teacher.

Wen Wenzhong: With a smile on my face, mmm in my heart.

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History Lesson:

"Chang Jingchen, are you still sleeping?! Stand up!"

The young man opened his eyes and stood up honestly.

"Do you know everything? You don't even listen in class? In that case, why did you get over 60 points in the history test?!"

The young man thought for a moment and answered seriously: "Because... I don't like to be high-profile?"

History teacher:…

History teacher: ...She has never seen such a shameless person!

She sneered, "Hey, I haven't noticed that you are still a little genius. What, you mean, if you keep a high profile and answer the questions well, you can get full marks?"

“It’s a bit difficult to get perfect scores.”

The history teacher looked better and felt that the student had not completely lost his mind.

Then I heard Chang Jingchen say humbly: "But I think 90 points is still okay."

History teacher:…

The history teacher laughed angrily: "Okay! Since you said so, you won't take this class. You go to my office, I will give you a paper, and all the teachers in the office will watch you do the paper! If you If you can’t get above 90%, I’ll ask your parents!”

In the next class, the whole class listened a little absent-mindedly. Even Wen Wenzhong always kept his eyes lingering at the door of the class unconsciously, and couldn't help but feel worried for his classmates.

Although the style of my deskmate has changed dramatically in the past few days, and my brain seems to have suddenly become much smarter, and I can solve many complex mathematical problems, but this is history! History is a lot to memorize! He rarely saw his deskmate reciting books!

Of course, the history teacher also noticed this little commotion in the class. She put down the textbook and sneered: "What's the matter, you also want to go to my office to do the papers?"

Upon hearing Wenzhong, he immediately lowered his head like a quail.

The history teacher simply stopped teaching, and the guest politics teacher began to teach them political lessons:

"Let me tell you, you must not be proud, complacent or arrogant. I have seen too many students like Chang Jingchen who are half-full of bottles! When you enter society in the future, you will naturally have endless lessons to learn..."

It wasn't until the bell rang that the history teacher stopped talking.

She put away her textbooks and planned to go to the office to see if Chang Jingchen had finished writing. When she turned her head, she found that Chang Jingchen was already standing at the door with the test paper.

She was a little surprised: "Have you finished writing?"

The young man nodded and opened the test paper towards her. The bright red score of 92 on it was particularly eye-catching.

History teacher:…

The young man smiled shyly and explained: "The history teacher in Class 5 happened to be free. I asked him to help me correct it. Do you want to take a look at it again?"

The history teacher took the paper from his hand in disbelief, and looked at it carefully with wide eyes. One of the 30 multiple-choice questions was wrong, and the rest were all correct. For the material-based answer question, five points were deducted for the last question, and the rest were all correct.

The young man lowered his head and said as if he was embarrassed: "I did very poorly in the test this time. My memory of modern history is biased."

Only then did the history teacher realize that all the missing points on the paper were focused on modern history!

She took a breath of air and looked at the young man in front of her with his head bowed in shame, as if he was looking at some kind of monster.

She raised her voice and asked: "...you said before that because you don't like to be high-profile, you don't do the questions well every time you take the exam, and you deliberately fail in the exam?"

Chang Jingchen nodded, pursed his lips in embarrassment, and smiled a little shyly.

The history teacher felt that Chang Jingchen's thinking circuit was very strange, and she couldn't follow his train of thought after thinking for a long time.

She asked curiously: "If that's the case, then why are you so high-profile again?"

Chang Jingchen answered confidently: "Of course it's to prove to the teacher that I can still study without delaying even if I fall asleep in class!"

The history teacher was speechless for a moment.

It took her a long time to find the language: "...Okay, as long as you can get above 90 points in every exam from now on, you can go to sleep, I won't stop you."

When the history teacher walked out of the class and Chang Jingchen fell asleep on the table again, in the corner of Class 9, the second grade class farthest from his seat, a dozen classmates secretly held a brief meeting.

"Arrogant, too arrogant."

"The arrogance makes my scalp numb."

"So arrogant that I have the urge to ask him to call him brother."

"By the way, have you ever noticed that Chang Jingchen's ranking in every exam before was exactly in the middle of the class?"

“Hiss—” someone gasped: “You mean, he calculated his scores every time he took the exam and did it like that on purpose?”

"It's very possible. You didn't listen to what he told the history teacher. He didn't want to be high-profile, so he deliberately got low scores."

There was a sound of inhaling one after another.

"It's terrible, it's really terrible, this person is so terrifying."

"Why do I feel that his action is a little familiar? Do you think it's like the sweeping monk in "Tianlong Babu"? "

"You are right, he is usually unknown, and then suddenly reveals his true strength and makes a big splash."

"Wen Wenzhong, you are his deskmate, you didn't find any clues?"

Wen Wenzhong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a bitter face: "Really not, he is usually very quiet, doesn't like to talk, and is like air with the group."

"Insidious, so insidious. Chang Jingchen must be secretly staying up all night at home every day study, so I was so sleepy in the classroom these days. These are the tactics he came up with to confuse us, and the purpose is to surpass us without anyone noticing! "

"Yes, it must be like this! How can he be so black-hearted at such a young age! "

"I will also postpone my bedtime when I go home today!"

"Add me!"

"Me too!"

When the group was discussing heatedly, the study committee member came into the class from outside and shouted: "Chang Jingchen, the teacher called you to the office."

As soon as these words came out, the noisy and noisy whole classroom suddenly became as quiet as a cicada, and everyone looked at a certain sleepy brother who was lying on the table and sleeping soundly.

Under the attention of everyone, Chang Jingchen stood up lazily, hunched over and slowly followed the study committee member out of the classroom.

And the next moment when the two stepped out of the classroom, the classroom exploded with a bang, and the students on both sides whispered to each other, talking about it, and began to guess what the teacher called Chang Jingchen to the office for.

A friend who had just established a revolutionary friendship with Wen Wenzhong looked at Wen Wenzhong, and Wen Wenzhong immediately understood what he meant, and patted his chest and said, "I'll go ask my mother... Teacher Wang a few questions!"

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...

When Le Jing walked into the office, he found that this small office had already collected the seven dragon balls, oh no, it was all his six teachers.

Bathed in the six pairs of covetous eyes, Le Jing was very calm.

He suddenly changed his personality, and the teacher had to ask him what was going on.

He was very calm, but the audience in the live broadcast room was very worried.

[Wuseill: Oh my God! Is this a six-court trial? ? ]

[Taiko Zhong Zhenzong: At this moment, I finally recalled the fear that I was dominated by the dark and terrifying high school years. The past is unbearable to look back QWQ]

[Pei Chi: Why are so many teachers looking for the anchor suddenly? The anchor hasn't done anything wrong recently? 】

【Zi Yu Fei Yu: If sleeping in class is not a crime...】

【Have you reviewed today's duba: If arguing with the teacher is not a crime...】

【Yan is justice°: If being too arrogant is not a crime...】

【Wei Ling: ...light a candle for the anchor〔candle〕〔candle〕〔candle〕】

【Hua Xizi: ...The anchor, please wish him good luck_(:з”∠)_】

【Ji Yi: The anchor is too pitiful, let's crowdfund to buy him a coffin:-)】

【System prompt: This king is very happy to reward the anchor Chang Jingchen 100RMB】

【System prompt: Xingchenfei rewarded the anchor Chang Jingchen 100RMB last night】

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Le Jing ignored the candles and rewards that were flooding the screen of the live broadcast room, and smiled calmly: "What do the teachers want to see me about?"

The political teacher spoke first and tried: "Recently, your grades have improved a lot."

Le Jing replied without changing his face: "It's not an improvement, it's just that my true strength has recovered. "

The political teacher choked, and the geography teacher took over the topic and asked: "So your previous grades can't reflect your true level?"

Le Jing nodded, "If the teachers don't believe it, you can test me at any time."

The Chinese teacher immediately made a decision: "Okay, we have a set of papers here, you come and do it, let us see your true level."

Le Jing calmly began to do the questions under the 360° no-dead-angle surveillance of six pairs of eyes.

He wrote Chinese first, then mathematics, English and liberal arts.

When he finished all the papers, except for the Chinese teacher and history teacher who frowned, other teachers showed a comfortable smile.

The history teacher was disappointed: "You still lack some modern history, just like this multiple-choice question, who is the initiator of the modern anti-drug movement, it is obviously Mr. Li Jingran, how can you choose Mr. Lin Zexu? Lin Zexu is the one who destroyed opium in Humen! How can you get this free question wrong? ”

Le Jing: ...

The Chinese teacher was worried: "You did well in the previous part, but your reading comprehension is too bad. You did a terrible job in the reading comprehension of "Memoirs of a Famous Courtesan"! Just this one reading comprehension has made you far better than others!"

Le Jing: ...

The math teacher was delighted: "Full marks! Oh, you have good math thinking and clever problem-solving ideas. Anyway, you can't learn liberal arts well, so you might as well transfer to our science class. You are so good at math, so you can do well in comprehensive science! ”

[Li Jingran’s woman: Tsk tsk tsk, it’s ok that you can’t understand my husband’s article, but you can’t even answer this easy question correctly? What kind of academic master is this! Goodbye!]

The author has something to say:

First of all, the style of this copy is more silly, so the wording is not so sophisticated, so the crazy author will make high school students in the 1980s say "so scary" in order to play a joke 23333

Well, the style of the future will be more silly, I plan to be silly first and then heavy (not)