Idol and school grass are at the same table

A group of rebellious boys and girls who took part in the "big ones" were very happy when they returned home, but they were all terrified on the first day of school after the long vacation, for fear of being scolded.

In fact, Wang Zha is quite open-minded in this regard, but he just reminded him not to be seen by the dean.

"Today, just memorize the answers to the few exams I just talked about and the pictures in my book. Hurry up."

The bell rang for the end of the first period, and Wang Zha was packing up his things while assigning tasks, "By the way, the monthly exam results are out, Qin Yang, come to the office later and ask me to get the ranking list, and post it on the front."

A group of young boys and girls who were still immersed in the joy of the holiday and were discussing what to do during the holiday with their tablemates, when they heard this, they instantly withered, and each of them drooped their heads, like a flower that has failed to bloom.

"It's time to come, why should the exam be arranged before the holiday!"

"It's too exciting to get grades right after the holiday."

"I've paralyzed myself for seven days, am I finally going to wake up?"

The class was full of wailing, and various voices of complaints and despair were mixed together, composing a song of despair after the exam.

The two bosses in the last row seemed completely unaffected, especially Ji Ting, who had already closed his eyes on the table.

The few days of the holidays are too volatile, yesterday he didn't have to go back to school and dormitory early, but he was tricked by a few people from Zhao Hao's label to go to the Internet cafe, almost all night.

In the morning, in order not to be late, I woke up very early, and I really couldn't hold on now.

Shen, who has no eyesight to see, just wants to be beaten, and Xing, who is on the side, took the school uniform he had tossed about for a class and moved up to him, "Come, at the same table, enjoy my latest work."

"Does it look good?"

Shen Zhixing shook his school uniform, and showed Ji Ting the newly painted pattern on the sleeves and chest, "How is it?"

Ji Ting didn't even bother to move his eyelids, "Don't bother me."

"No, you have to watch." Shen Zhixing was annoying as always, begging for nothing and shoving his school uniform in front of him in such a childish manner that even a three-year-old would dislike it, "Look quickly, take a look, What a delicate painting, what a smooth line, what a unique pattern."

Ji Ting's brain ached from his noise, he raised his hand to cover his head, he didn't bother to say anything.

Shen Zhixing started shaking his arm again, "If you don't praise me for being great today, I won't let you sleep!"

Ji Ting was so annoyed that he finally got up from the table and slapped his clothes on his table, "You are so amazing, can I go to sleep?"

Shen Zhixing originally wanted to quarrel with Ji Ting in a low voice, but the volume became louder and louder unconsciously. Ji Ting only heard him yelling, and didn't listen to other people's words, and didn't control it. The sound became louder accidentally, listening and shouting the same.

But he looked listless, and the words he said were easily misunderstood.

As soon as Ji Ting said this, there was a strange silence around him for a few seconds.

Immediately, the students around laughed, and a few girls who often read novels and crapped CP looked back at the two of them, and at the same time carefully communicated with their colleagues.

"Hahahaha, what kind of tiger-wolf words are these?"

"I have a bold idea."

"Sand Sculpture School Bully x High Leng Idol, I can do it!"

However, one of the parties involved, the school bully classmate, did not hear their discussion.

Instead, I was very happy because I got what I wanted to hear, so I jumped up and slammed the chair into a ping-pong sound.

"Shen Zhixing, you can just groan." Wang Zhan frowned, his eyes swept over Ji Ting, and then returned to Shen Zhixing, "Let's take a good look at your stupid and ten-point math papers later. , continue to babble."

"A test paper with 150 points, you can give me a score of ten or ten? If I use my toes to draw on the test paper, I can draw more beautifully than you and get more points. Why don't you listen to mathematics like that?" Di took the book and patted it on the podium, "I tell you, from today onwards, if you let me catch you doing other things in your math class, you can come over and recite history for me. Don’t even want to eat if you can’t finish memorizing!”

Shen Zhixing finally felt at ease, and quietly closed his mouth, and when she finished speaking, he said with an aggrieved face, "Why do you ask me to recite history if you don't study mathematics?"

Wang Zha glanced at him and sneered, "I'm afraid that if you learn mathematics, you won't be able to eat lunch in your life."

Qin Yang took the ranking list back to the classroom and before he had time to paste it, he went to class.

This section is a Chinese class, talking about monthly exam papers.

After the carp asked the class representative to hand out the papers, he gave them a few minutes to let them read the wrong questions and communicate with the students next to them.

Most of the students are afraid of the ranking table and want to see it, and they can't wait to know their results.

The Chinese teacher was simply creating opportunities for them. All the students next to Qin Yang took the opportunity to ask him about their grades and rankings.

Ji Ting propped one hand on the table, squinting at his answer sheet.

Unexpectedly, he was in his early [-]s, which was definitely not bad for him.

History will also pass. Although the other Ji Ting has no idea, but the six subjects combined, it is not impossible to really fail to score [-] points.

Even so, Ji Ting still didn't want to look at his grades, and sat in his seat to read the papers with a look of indifference.

"Aren't you going to take a look? Are you really not curious at all?" Shen Zhixing was more detached than him, he didn't even read the Chinese paper, and let it spread out on his pile of books, imitating Ji Ting, supporting the other One arm, tugged at his sleeve.

"Curiosity." Ji Ting knew what he was talking about, glanced at him, and said deliberately, "I'm very curious about the specific score of the bottom one beside me."

Shen Zhixing was not annoyed, and smiled casually, "In less than a month, you have already figured out our class, that's right, it seems that you have already integrated into the warmth of Class [-], Grade [-] very well. big family."

The warmth of Ji Ting from Class [-] and [-] of high school has not yet realized how much he deserves to be beaten at the same table, but he feels it very deeply.

Ji Ting didn't bother to talk to him anymore, he changed his hand to support the table, turned his head and didn't look at this annoying guy again.

But within half a minute, Ji Ting felt the "warmth" of Class [-], Grade [-].

He Wenqian in the front row read her grades, chatted with her deskmate for a while, then turned around and threw a note to Shen Zhixing.

"Yo ho." Shen Zhixing stretched out his hand to take it, "The little confession note? Which little sister gave it to me?"

"Qin Yang." He Wenqian smiled awkwardly but politely, "He specially copied the grade slips for the two of you, did he feel the enthusiasm of the monitor and the warmth of the class?"

"What is it?" Shen Zhixing's hands that picked up the things froze for a moment.

He Wenqian is not afraid of the school bully at all, and laughs so hard that she is extraordinarily magnanimous.

Shen Zhixing stared at the note for a long while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Thank him for me, he is...too, warm, affectionate."

After he finished speaking, he clenched his fists and threw the note in front of Ji Ting based on the principle of dying together, "Come on, at the same table, I can't monopolize the kindness of the monitor."

In fact, Ji Ting heard what the two said.

Although he knew that he had his own copy of the grade slip, he still couldn't help laughing seeing Shen Zhixing slumped.

Being cueed by Shen Zhixing, Ji Tingcai had no choice but to face the reality, and had to control his expression to put on a look of indifference.

Ji Ting pursed his lower lip, glanced sideways at Shen Zhixing, and pulled the note from his hand, "Look at you."

"Chinese 68, Mathematics 19, English..." He couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly as he spoke, "The class ranks 33, and the grade is 192."

"How many people are there in our grade liberal arts class?"

"192." He Wenqian, who was still watching the show, reminded cooperatively, "I heard that the bottom one this time is dedicated to breaking the low score record. Not only is it a few points lower than my final exam score last semester, but also Seventy or eighty points lower than the penultimate one?"

The girl shook her head, and gave Shen Zhixing a thumbs up, "Brother Xing, it's you, Niu Pi."

Shen Zhixing knew that he would definitely not miss him, so he lay down on the table and completely gave up on himself.

Waiting for Ji Ting to finish reading, he straightened up, as if he had already ascended to heaven, holding on to his last hope, he wanted to pull Ji Ting into the water, "Then, second to last?"

Ji Ting glanced at him, and spread his score slip in front of him, "Don't worry, you are destined to be No.2 from the bottom, but it's just that the time has not come, you will know in the next exam."

After all, there is no foundation, and Ji Ting's grades are not much better, but unexpectedly, they are not so bad that they can't be seen.

Shen Zhixing read it several times, staring at the last line "class rank 29, age rank 165" for a few seconds, finally realized the reality, and closed himself on the table.

He Wenqian didn't expect Ji Ting to be so powerful, and she was about to laugh out loud, and she didn't forget to add fuel and vinegar, "Why don't I post it for you, ask questions on the forum, ask for a lot of money, and give you the countdown No. 2 of the high school liberal arts class monthly exam Human flesh coming out?"

"But I don't think it should be necessary. With your connections, you must have met him in the last examination room."

"Okay, be quiet, let's talk about the paper."

Carp clapped his hands, motioned for everyone to be quiet, picked up the report card and concluded a few words.

"The overall score of this test is not bad. Most of the scores are around [-] to [-]. The high scores are not very top-notch in the grade, and the low scores..."

Carp paused for a moment, and Ji Ting clearly felt that his eyes were focused on someone beside him.

"The low score is very outstanding." Carp paused again, as if thinking about how to continue, "Especially a certain classmate, you don't even want to write a composition?"

"It's fine if you don't want to write. You just leave it blank. I don't want to say anything about you, but what do you want to do when you have nothing to do and draw on the paper?"

"Just painting is fine, and there are notes on the side with your dog crawling characters. When the judge teacher came to me with your paper, I didn't want to admit that you were in my class!"

There was a burst of laughter in the class, and He Wenqian turned her head and smiled at Shen Zhixing until her shoulders shook.

Ji Ting couldn't help but looked at "a certain classmate" next to him and smiled.

Suddenly there were several knocks on the front door of the classroom. A strange female teacher opened the door and nodded at Liyu, "Ms. Li, I have something to do with two students."

Immediately, she took half a step inside and saw that the volume in the last row increased a bit, "Ji Ting, Shen Zhixing, come here."