I still don't want to go to school today

He chose to skip reading and fill in the blanks directly with poems - the first sentence was actually the one that Tang Cheng memorized just now, "The Great River is Going East".

Fu Luojia read the entire poem silently, and the rest was fine, but he had a vague impression of the sentence to be filled in.

Then write whatever you want.

Keeping this rhythm of leaving the question blank or writing it out if the question looks uncomfortable, the answering of the question finally became smoother.

The long horizontal lines on the answer sheet were gradually filled with black writing, and the clock reached [-]:[-].

Before compiling the remaining [-] words of the composition, Fu Luojia looked up at the podium, Xu Zhijian put his elbows on the podium, crossed his fingers, and propped his chin with his hands together.

He looks a little sleepy.

Fu Luojia left a word and an exclamation point in the composition box: "Ah!"

——My enthusiastic and blooming youth is a small but wonderful flower among the fresh and beautiful flowers on the land of the motherland.

[-] characters for the individual, [-] characters for the country, and [-] characters after combining the two.In addition to the one-hundred-character parallel sentence I wrote before, it is enough.

The last full stop just hit the place marked "800 characters".

Fu Luojia threw away the pen and rubbed his fingers.His head hurt a little, he pushed aside the things on the table and buried his head in his arms.

The answer sheet pressed by his right hand was suddenly pulled away.

I want to "use it" to find it.

Fu Luojia looked up and saw that the person in the front row stretched out his left hand from under his right armpit, pinching the corner of his answer sheet and pulling it out.

It looks familiar, maybe it's from the class next door.

Fu Luojia raised his hand so that it would be easier for him to pull.The person in front seemed not to have expected that the resistance would suddenly decrease, so he lost his strength for a moment, and the paper suddenly hit the back of the chair with a crisp sound.

Xu Zhibian took off the earphones and sat up straight.

That one immediately maintained a posture with his left hand crossing his chest and sat upright, but his two fingers were not clamped firmly, and the answer sheet floated down and covered Fu Luojia's shoe.

Fu Luojia silently bent down to pick it up.

Another note was thrown over in a ball. "I just choose! You write to me directly!"

Fu Luojia turned over his test paper and looked at it, and said in a voice that was not loud but could be heard clearly by the people around him: "I didn't do anything to choose. You might as well throw the dice yourself if you copied mine."

"Damn—" that person turned around directly, "Did you do it on purpose?!!"

Xu Zhibian stood up and knocked on the desk at the same time: "Quiet."

A girl by the window who had been holding a small mirror to touch up her makeup also patted the table. "Quiet, it's the exam."

Xu Zhibian stopped in front of Fu Luojia, and looked at that person's lottery. "Wang Nan from Class 10, right?"

"Hey brother, I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time—"

"Go and wait outside."

"Ah? What... do you mean? What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until they finish the exam."

Wang Nan's eyes should have widened a bit, allowing people to see a dark brown lens in the white of the eye. "No, brother Yan, you don't mean much—"

"Understood? Things can be put here first, so as not to be inconvenient to take."

When Wang Nan stood up, he swung the chair back, and the water bottle brought by Fu Luojia shook at the corner of the table, and was finally stabilized by Xu Zhijian's hand.

"Do you want to go home first after finishing the questions?" He lowered his voice. "It's not comfortable lying here."

"...Actually, I haven't finished it yet." On the answer sheet, several multiple-choice options were left unpainted.

"Where didn't you do it?" Xu Zhibian lowered his head slightly, "Do you not want to do it?"

Fu Luojia pointed to the multiple choice questions of essays and classical Chinese.

Xu Zhibian moved closer again, and used the tips of his nails to draw a few strokes on some options on the question paper spread out on the table.

Fu Luojia looked up at him, and after a long while, he managed to utter a few breaths: "...What are you doing?"

"You can hand in the paper after filling it out." Xu Zhibian winked at him.

"..."

"It's still a little hot." Xu Zhijian quickly touched his forehead again, "Have you taken your medicine on time?"

Fu Luojia caught a glimpse of the reflection of the small mirror in the hands of the makeup girl in his peripheral vision, and tilted his head slightly to avoid it.

"...Let's talk about it after the exam is over."

Fu Luojia copied the answer given by Xu Zhiyan onto the answer sheet 5 minutes before the paper was collected.

Three choices, a total of nine points, is not a big deal.

After returning home, his grandmother urged him to take antipyretics, and told him that his mother had taken the train that arrived at 12:30 tonight, and would arrive home around [-]:[-] in the morning.

Fu Luojia suddenly had a feeling that time flies like an arrow.

He cleared the recent browsing history on the computer, and when he was about to clear all the social software, he suddenly thought of a problem.

"How many questions did you do?"

"En." Xu Zhijian insisted on sending voice replies since last time, even if he only said one word.

"The invigilation is so boring, so I read all the choices on the paper and did whatever I wanted."

"..."

Fu Luojia's awe came from the heart: "You are very good."

He set an alarm in the middle of the night - when his mother comes back, there must be a light in the house, otherwise his mother will suddenly feel lonely when the house is dark, and she may cry on the sofa until dawn .

Before going to bed, he took his own temperature. He didn't know if the reading was wrong, but he still had a low-grade fever.

Grandma was speechless and said "evil door".

His mother came in at [-]:[-].The alarm didn't help, he went to bed at ten and wasn't asleep by then.

He stood there in the hall, taking the bundles his mother handed him.

"Okay, go to bed, you have to go to school tomorrow." His mother helped his arm to change his slippers, and suddenly stopped and stared at him. "Fever?"

——It seems that even after applying the towel for two hours, the flush on his face still hasn't faded away.

"...I guess so."

"Shouldn't you go to the hospital if you have a fever?" His mother put one foot back into her high heels, "Go, go now!"

"It's not serious..."

"What if it's an inflammation! How can it be called serious, huh? It's called serious only when people are stupid?"

"Mom, take a break first, it's so late, let's talk about what's going on tomorrow... After all, it's just a low fever..."

It was already 02:30 in the morning when I held my mother down and persuaded her to come down.

He watched the hour hand on his watch move closer to "3" and realized that he had lost sleep.

Obviously didn't think about anything.

Insomnia reflected in the morning math test as a profound fact.

The invigilator named Chen Feng came very early with a happy expression on his face.

A student knew him and greeted him. Before he asked him, he couldn't help himself and said: "She is a good girl!"

"Wow, congratulations—"

"Give out red envelopes, Mr. Chen!"

"You take the exam first, and if you don't do anything, you will get red envelopes! Hey, the boy in the second-to-last row, you sleep before the paper is issued, what about it?"

Fu Luojia didn't realize at first that he was talking about himself.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, you don't know him. He has a good grade in Class 9." It was Wang Nan who answered.

"There are good grades in class 9? I haven't heard of it. You have to sleep for the exam with good grades. Can you close your eyes and get the first place in the exam?" The invigilator surnamed Chen laughed twice.

"His name is Fu Luojia. He has a lot of abuse. He was transferred from other places and never talked to the scum in our middle school."

"From out of town? Have you ever taken the entrance exam in our city? How many places have you won?"

Wang Nan knocked on his desk heavily: "Hey, I'm asking you, Xueba! Tell us to scare us, what rank did you pass in the exam?"

"...I haven't taken the city entrance exam."

"That's right, the questions in our city are so low-level. Look down on them."

"Your name is Fu Luojia, right? Then I really want to see how many points you can get in the test this time." The invigilator surnamed Chen said with a smile.

Compared with the Chinese test, the advantage of the math test is that there is no time-consuming suffering in the process.

Fu Luojia felt that after a while, he handed in the paper in a daze, and forgot everything in the test.

The invigilator rummaged through the stack of answer sheets, pulled out one from the middle and held it up to read.

Fu Luojia guessed that it belonged to him.

Sure enough, he glanced at Fu Luojia while reading the paper.

"Chen Feng, who teaches Chinese, why is he looking at other people's math answer sheets?" Someone laughed. "Look and don't understand."

"He likes it like this. He is obviously a subject teacher, and he manages more than other homeroom teachers. He has to read Zhao Min's papers for each subject, and even give pointers after reading them."

"I remember he led a class."

"Class 2 is almost all art students, he looks down on them."

"This one is called Fu--Luo Jia. I think you wrote so few questions for each question, so I'm afraid you won't get a few points." The answer sheet was finally put back, "Human, you still have to be humble, don't be half-filled with water. Jingle-"

Wang Nan whistled.

Science and comprehensive science are similar to mathematics, and the time is generally tight, and there are still many who can't stop writing when they call for handing in the paper.After putting down the pen, Fu Luojia took the stationery and water bottle and went out, not paying attention to the fate of his answer sheet.

The liberal arts examination room is in the right half of the teaching building. Fu Luojia walked down the corridor on the far right and found a student among the students holding textbooks on politics, history and geography.

He still doesn't know if Wen Zong is "interesting" in Xu Zhibian's place.

When he passed a corner on the second floor, he saw Xu Zhijian.Xu Zhibian held a gel pen and a pencil in his hands, not even an eraser.

He stuffed the two pens into the pocket of his school uniform with a natural motion—the cap of the gel pen was not even closed—and waved to Fu Luoka.

Many people followed him and looked over.It was only then that Fu Luojia realized that there were quite a few people walking beside Xu Zhibian, and if they stopped, they could block the corridor tightly.

"You guys go eat first, just find me when you pay the bill." He walked towards Fu Luojia and waved his hands towards the wall of people behind him.

"Did you take the exam?"

"I didn't move on the political topic, but I wrote about history and geography." Xu Zhijian turned his wrist, "There are so many words."

"It's hard work."

"Don't dare, serve the people."