Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

"What's good about No. 3 Middle School?" He Sheng asked him curiously.

Ju Shi pretended to be serious and shook his head, "Anywhere is fine, anyway it's better than No. 1 Middle School. I tried everything to get my dad to transfer me to another school but he refused." At this point he sighed again, "Ah, I won't talk to you anymore, you unlucky guy who transferred to No. 1 Middle School."

He Sheng looked at the time and saw that there were still five minutes before the exam started, so he called him, "What's your name?"

"It's time. This young master is famous throughout the school." He said halfway and suddenly turned around, "I will go to bed when the exam starts. Be quiet and don't kick my stool."

He Sheng suppressed his smile and nodded, "Okay, okay."

Although Jingshi No. 1 Middle School is not a key school, it is still a mid-level school. It is quite interesting that it can recruit a funny guy like Ju Shi.

As the test papers were distributed, the students around her wrote down their test numbers and names one after another, put their hands on the table, laid their heads down, closed their eyes, and began to fall asleep.

He Sheng didn't believe it and looked around the entire classroom. It turned out that some students were sleeping with their heads down or daydreaming, and there was no sound of anyone writing.

Good for sleeping indeed.

He Sheng also reduced the intensity of his writing so as not to let the noise of writing disturb their sleep.

The invigilator was used to this, but was surprised to find He Sheng still writing with a pen in her hand, so he turned around to see what she was doing. Hey, she was actually writing the questions.

No one in the examination room knew her, so she didn't bother to collect her thoughts and just kept writing. In the end, she finished the two-hour Chinese paper in just one and a half hours with the composition.

Raise your hand and say, "Teacher, can I hand in the paper early?"

With the invigilator's consent, she handed in her paper and left.

I rubbed my eyes and saw her walk out. I was puzzled. Wouldn't it be nice for her to sleep a little longer in the classroom? She was in a hurry to hand in the paper and had nowhere to stay. Was she going to sit in the corridor and look at the sky?

He Sheng had never really thought about this problem. After he came out, he found that everyone was taking exams. He couldn't get into the classroom. The exams hadn't ended yet, and he was not allowed to leave the teaching building.

She had no choice but to wander to the corridor connecting the two buildings and lean on the railing to look at the sky...

Reviewing is impossible, unnecessary, and I don’t want to look at it at all.

Half an hour is actually quite long. He Sheng changed his posture again and again and finally waited for the whistle to blow to close the circle.

People poured out from various classes, some went to the toilet, some went back to their own classes. He Sheng was in no hurry to move, wanting to wait until everyone dispersed before going back. She looked at the crowd aimlessly, and as if by telepathy, she and Song Jiali, who was also looking aimlessly into the distance, looked at each other.

He Sheng smiled broadly and waved to him. Song Jiali was probably used to such a strong emotional greeting, so he nodded and immediately walked back to the classroom.

But He Sheng still saw it and blushed.

Hey, what's there to be shy about? It's just a greeting.

Of course He Sheng herself didn't know that she was standing in the distant corridor, covered in sunshine, smiling brightly and warmly, and her vigorous vitality could burn through Song Jiali's calm heart.

He Sheng immediately ran back to the classroom with her pencil case. The classroom still looked like an examination room. Classmates were sitting far away from each other. Afraid that the head teacher would suddenly come in, she covered her face with her Chinese textbook, like someone trying to cover up a crime. She sat half on the stool and took big steps, leaning towards Song Jiali.

"how do you feel?"

Song Jiali wrote to her [Very good.]

"That's good. My mom said she'd make Kung Pao Chicken for me this afternoon. It's super delicious." He Sheng smacked his lips and said, "I'm hungry. I got hungry right after the exam, hehe."

Song Jiali handed her a chocolate bar. He Sheng took it and made a heart shape with her thumb and index finger, "Thank you."

Hehe, asking him about the exam was not the main purpose, I just wanted to see if he had anything to eat.

He Sheng, who got what he wanted, took out his math book, holding a chocolate bar in his mouth and started flipping through it.

Song Jiali saw that she was smiling like a little fox. He should have brought some more snacks earlier.

He retracted his gaze and looked down at the wrong answer book on his desk, hoping that the math lesson in the afternoon would not be too difficult, as it would be fine if all the questions were ones he had reviewed.

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The two-day exam went by quickly. The teachers worked overtime to mark the papers. On the third day, they began distributing answer sheets early in the morning, and the class representatives copied the answers onto the blackboard.

"For the big questions, just give a result. Print out the specific steps and answer them yourself."

The six subject representatives each occupied a small space, and their writing filled up the entire blackboard.

After He Sheng finished checking, he had a rough idea in his mind, probably about 670 points.

He turned his head and saw Song Jiali with a sad face, "What's wrong? Is it bad?"

He Sheng found it unlikely. She had asked him to review the key points she had guessed before the exam, and the test results told her that she had guessed half of them correctly. How could Song Jiali have such an expression?

He wrote, "No, I was just very nervous and afraid that I had overestimated my score."

"It's just a small test, why are you so nervous?" He Sheng folded his paper and said, "Okay, I have to review the papers in class again."

Song Jiali looked at her, then lowered his head to look at the estimated score on his own paper, 480, which seemed to be quite a big difference.

He covered the score he wrote with his hand. He guessed that He Sheng's score must be above 600, after all, she seemed to have no problem with the answer.

In the last exam, the first place in the key class 602 next door got 650 points. He Sheng should compete with him for the first place in the school.

The results came out in the last class in the afternoon.

Zhao Hou walked in with a beaming face holding the report card.

Although this child was not brought up by him, he is in his class now, so it is considered as the achievement of their class.

After entering the door, he handed the printed transcript to a classmate sitting in the first row and said, "Go and distribute it to everyone."

After receiving the report card, Zhao Hou said happily, "You can see that the first place in the whole school this time is in our class, He Sheng. She has worked very hard. Let's learn from her."

After saying that, he led the applause, and there were shouts of "Wow" one after another in the classroom.

"675. Oh my god. I can't even get this number backwards. Oh my god."

"I'm really impressed. When has Jingshi No. 1 Middle School ever produced such high scores?"

"Oh my god, one person beat the next door 602."

Song Jiali touched He Sheng's name. What a high score. He only had a little more than half of hers...

Looking down from He Sheng’s position, he is the 7th with 482 points.

Originally, Class 601 was an ordinary class. According to the previous admission rate to the first-tier universities, only the top six students in a class could reach the first-tier universities.

Song Jiali was fluctuating on this line. He had never thought that he was particularly bad before, but He Sheng's arrival made him see the difference between people.

"Of course, our results this time have improved overall compared to last time. Everyone has worked hard. Keep up the hard work. Let's take out the Chinese test paper and start discussing it."

The topic returned to the classroom and it became quiet.

Song Jiali suddenly felt like someone had poked him. He turned his head to look for the culprit, and He Sheng smiled and stuffed a handful of candy into his hand.

She lip-synced in an exaggerated manner, "I just bought it after class, but forgot to give it to you. I was afraid I would forget it again after class, so I quickly stuffed it in your pocket now."