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In Beijing in September, there is still a trace of residual heat in late summer. The cicadas are singing through the lush forest and pouring in from the bathroom window.

The voices of the boys cut through the feeble cicadas.

"I heard that Chuuyu is the bottom of the grade in this weekly exam?"

"Where did you hear that? The news is so well-informed?" The boy turned to look at him.

"Damn, the girls in our class get together to discuss him every day, like 'what watch are you wearing today, what earphones are you using, what shoes are you wearing...' Talk about it every day, that mouth, blah blah." Boy said Tightening the belt of the school trousers, "I don't think it will be difficult if you don't hear it. I heard that he scored 50 points in the English test this time, and successfully avoided all the correct answers in reading comprehension."

"Nice batch." Another boy gave a thumbs up.

"I'm just wondering, how can he still stay in class 8 with such poor grades?"

"It has something to do with where you can't stay."

boom--

The door of the compartment opened, and it sounded as if someone had kicked it open from inside. The two boys trembled in fright.

Before the two turned their heads to see what was going on, Li Yi had already wandered to the sink.

"What's the matter with Duan Chuiyu—" Li Yi drew the end of his voice, with a fierce face and fierce eyes.

Both boys knew that Li Yi was Duan Chuiyu's close buddy and a member of Class 8.

Class 8 is one of the only two pilot classes in the Tenth Middle School, and the other is Class 2. The students in the pilot class have a relatively high performance level overall. When the second class is divided into high school, the school selects students with excellent grades from each class and divides them by arts and sciences. Two pilot classes were formed.

Of course, not all the students in the pilot class are top-notch monsters. The school will use the comprehensive grades of the students in the first year of high school as a reference when screening, and the students who are usually selected are those whose grades are in the middle and upper reaches and have a lot of room for improvement. .

Once selected, even if the student's grades fluctuate in the future, it is impossible to kick him out.

Most of the students in the pilot class are more self-conscious and have high demands on themselves, so there are basically no fluctuations in their grades.

However, it cannot be ruled out that there are some students who are not good at death.

Duan Chuiyu pushed open the door and came out from another compartment.

He was the classmate who didn't want to die. He had excellent grades in the first year of high school, and he was like a treasure in the teacher's eyes. Who knew that after the second grade of high school, his grades fell off a cliff, from the first in his grade to the last in his age, and he remained until now.

After being caught by the rightful owner, the two unlucky gossips suddenly stood up straight, blinking their eyes.

Without saying a word, Duan Chuiyu turned on the tap and washed his hands.

The cool water slipped into the gap between his fingers, and he rubbed his long and thin phalanx, washing slowly and carefully.

Li Yi glanced at him, and thought to himself, you just played a game in the toilet, wash your hands so that you can keep up with a queen.

Seeing this, the two boys pretended to be dead. Seeing that Duan Chuiyu hadn't said anything, they left the bathroom silently.

"Damn, your mouth is so broken." Li Yi spat, and he was silent for a few seconds with a delicate expression, "So you really only got 50 in the English test this time?"

Duan Chuiyu shook off the water on his hands, noncommittal.

"I said why your grades are like Husky's runaway, gone forever?" Li Yi smiled gloatingly, "With you dominating the bottom position, I feel a lot more at ease."

Duan Chuiyu squinted at him.

This widow's grades are second to last in Wannian's class.

"Duan Chuiyu!" Lin Jiaqi's translucent voice echoed in the corridor, and she hurried towards this side.

The three words "Duan Chuiyu" seemed to have magical powers, and the students who were resting and playing in the corridor came to pay attention in unison.

Lin Jiaqi trotted over, dragging her baggy light blue school trousers.

"Teacher Ding asked you to go to the office." Lin Jiaqi was holding a pile of test papers in his hand, dangling, unable to hold them well, and Li Yi took them over.

"Why did you call him?" Li Yi asked holding the test paper.

Lin Jiaqi took a breath, waved his hand to fan the wind, and said, "How do I know, it should be for the weekly exam."

"Oh." Duan Chuiyu responded, went back to the classroom, packed his schoolbag, and put his hands on his shoulders.

After Li Yi put the paper on the podium, he quickly followed.

"What are you doing with your schoolbag? Don't you still need to write in English after school? Are you going to slip away now?"

"I don't want to be silent." Duan Chuiyu hooked the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, his cold eyes glowed with light, "My brother is coming back today, I'll pick him up at the airport."

Afraid of being questioned by Ding Qi, Duan Chuiyu threw his schoolbag at the door of the office, knocked on the door and called "Report".

Ding Qi is the mathematics teacher and head teacher of Class 8. He is 35 years old and has a handsome face. As a mathematics teacher, he is an extremely beautiful sight among the middle-aged male teachers in polo shirts in Qingyishui. He is grading papers , Hearing the sound, he raised his head.

Ding Qi has just led Class 8 this semester, so he is not very familiar with the students in the class, but he has heard a little about Duan Chuiyu, a boy before.

The grades in the first year of high school were top-notch, but in the second year of high school, he got caught up in the wind and fell rapidly, sliding directly from the South Pole to the North Pole.

In the first weekly exam of the new semester, he was at the bottom of the grade. In Class 8, a science pilot class whose average score was firmly ranked first in the grade, he was dragged to the sixth grade by himself.

No matter how many top graders there are, they can't take over a scumbag who is the last in grade.

"I want to ask you to understand the situation of this weekly exam." Ding Qi stopped his work, took out Duan Chuyu's score slip from his notebook, and said in a gentle tone, "Did you write the wrong order on your English answer sheet?"

Duan Chuiyu pursed his lips: "No."

Ding Qi smiled kindly: "Then were you sleepwalking when you were doing the paper?"

"..."

"Reading comprehension, even if you are ignorant, you can give me one or two correct answers?" Ding Qi raised his chin with both hands, "Can you teach me how to choose, so that I can perfectly avoid all the correct answers?"

Duan Chuiyu was speechless.

How to choose?

Knowing all the correct answers in your heart, just choose backwards.

"Don't worry about it. I just took you this semester, so I don't know much about you, so I just asked you to come over to understand the situation." Ding Qi stared at Duan Chuiyu's grade slip for a while, "Three years in high school There are not a few students whose grades are gradually falling behind, but this is the first time I have seen someone who is so leaps and bounds backward like you."

"It's not a leap. My grades in the second year of high school were very poor."

"Huh, your evaluation of yourself is quite pertinent." Ding Qi smiled, "Okay, let's go back to class."

Duan Chuiyu was stunned.

He is ready to deal with the "worshipful words" that teachers used to have in the past.

As soon as Duan Chuiyu left, the voices of other teachers in the office began to chatter.

"Mr. Ding, this student has lowered the average score of your class a lot, right? It's a good pilot class, but it's so underwhelmed by the ordinary class."

"It's impossible to say that there is a background."

Ding Qi smiled and said nothing.

"Oh, I have pity on you in class 8, and the old Wang in class 2 may die of joy."

In the tradition of the tenth middle school, Class 2 and Class 8 are used as pilot classes. Although they are divided into arts and sciences, they have secretly competed for the first place in the grade since the past.

Let alone the first grade now, because of Duan Chuiyu's ancestor, Class 8 fell directly behind the ordinary class.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, Capital Airport.

Duan Chuiyu was waiting in the waiting hall with his schoolbag on his back. Duan Xifeng's plane arrived on time, and he walked out of the crowd pushing his suitcase.

There was a lot of people coming and going, Duan Chuiyu saw his brother's tall figure at a glance, and waved his hands from a distance.

Duan Xifeng is studying for a Ph.D. in the UK, and this year he completed his studies and returned to China.He hasn't changed much, but his skin is darker and he is taller.

Still the same high-spirited, the same personable, always with that kind of tenderness in his brows and eyes.

Seeing Duan Chuiyu, Duan Xifeng walked over with his long legs like the wind, put his arms around his neck, covered the back of his head with his palm and rubbed vigorously, "Chuibao, you miss me so much."

Duan Chuiyu pushed his hand away, and said with disgust: "Don't call me that."

"I've been shouting for so many years, now you're not happy?" Duan Xifeng ignored his younger brother's dissatisfaction, and shouted "Chui Bao" long and "Chui Bao" all the way.

"Aren't you going to class?" Duan Xifeng glanced at his watch, "School ends so early in Beijing now?"

"Yeah." Duan Chuiyu lied without blinking.

The two walked out of the airport, and the driver's car was parked outside.

"Uncle Yu." Duan Xifeng yelled as he got into the car.

"Hey, Xifeng." Uncle Yu smiled gently. He is the old driver of Duan's family. Before Duan Xifeng went abroad, he drove in Duan's house and watched the two boys grow up.

Duan Chuiyu lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, Duan Xifeng patted his head lightly, and asked, "I heard that this week's exam is the last one?"

Duan Chuiyu said "um", with an extremely indifferent expression.

Duan Xifeng didn't have such high requirements for Duan Chuiyu's grades, so he didn't care and said, "Just count down."

From childhood to adulthood, Duan Chuiyu has endured enough pressure from his father.

As an older brother, Duan Xifeng indulged and doted on his younger brother.

He only hoped that Duan Chuiyu would be happy, even if he had regrets, he would not regret it.

"But your English grades are really bad." Duan Xifeng said suddenly, "Mom is planning to send you abroad. Your English grades are not good. I need to help you find an extracurricular tutor."

Duan Chuiyu concentrated on playing the game and ignored it.

It can be seen that he is in a good mood. In the past, he would directly make a bad face when asking him about making up lessons.

"When I'm talking to you, I know how to fight." Duan Xifeng pinched his ears.

Duan Chuiyu frowned, hid to the side for a while, and said "um" vaguely.

Duan Xifeng received a call from Duan Shixian, saying that he had a lot of work to do and didn't have time to pick up the plane. Duan Xifeng expressed his understanding and felt that it didn't matter.

Anyway, Duan Shixian had already divorced his mother, and the two were only related by blood.

As soon as the phone was hung up, the fucking call came again.

"Here?" Xu Yafei's voice was a little tired.

"Just arrived."

"I'm still abroad. I have a contract that hasn't been signed yet. I won't be back until tomorrow. I asked Uncle Yu to pick you up at the airport. Has he arrived yet?"

"We're here, Chui Bao is here too." Duan Xifeng raised his voice when he talked about Duan Chuiyu.

"That's fine, I still have something to do, so I'll hang up first."

"Ah."

Duan Xifeng received an offer from a domestic company, and took up the post directly after returning to China. The company even arranged for him a one-person apartment.

"You don't live at home?" Duan Chuiyu was a little upset when he learned about this.

"The company arranged a place for me to live, which is quite far from home."

The corner of Duan Chuiyu's mouth twitched, and he sat down on the sofa with a sullen face, "Oh."

"Oh, are you reluctant to part with me?" Duan Xifeng sat down next to him, jokingly said: "I can't help it, I have to make money, I will find a wife in the future, and I have a delicate brother to raise."

Duan Chuiyu snorted: "Didn't Mom ask you to go to work in her company?"

"I don't want to take shortcuts." Duan Xifeng took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message, "Brother will come back to see you often."

"No need." Young Master Duan lost his temper.

Duan Xifeng rubbed his head, smoothed his hair perfunctorily, and typed with one hand without raising his head.

Duan Chuiyu asked him: "Who are you sending messages to?"

"Your future tutor."