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Fried rice cakes are really delicious. In terms of finding unremarkable but delicious food, Jiang Cheng felt that Gu Fei's skill points were full.

I have cried, I have played hooligans... Although I can't think about it, my stomach is full and I have bought all the things. When I walked out of the rice cake shop, Jiang Cheng burped and felt much better. .

"Go back." Gu Fei looked at the time on his phone, "Do you still want to read a book?"

"I don't read books, but I have to sleep," Jiang Cheng said. "I don't read books two days before the exam. I mainly sleep, no matter the big or small exams."

"Oh," Gu Fei said, "me too, regardless of the major and minor exams, I mainly slept in the previous year."

Jiang Cheng couldn't hold back his laughter. The two of them laughed wildly. He almost burst out laughing out of his nose, so he quickly took out a tissue and pressed his nose: "Fuck."

"Go back and go to bed early, you have a cold and don't get sleepy in the middle of the exam tomorrow." Gu Fei said.

"No." Jiang Cheng waved his hand, "I can write with my eyes closed."

"Don't," Gu Fei said, "You can't understand that character when you open your eyes and write it with your eyes closed..."

"Shut up for me." Jiang Cheng joked again.

The two of them rode their bicycles slowly back to the rental room. Gu Fei did not go upstairs again, but took the things out of the car and gave them to him: "If you get lost again, you can call me, and I will tell you how to get there."

"...I already know how to leave." Jiang Cheng said.

"Good night." Gu Fei said with a smile.

"Good night." Jiang Cheng pushed the car to the stairwell and locked it on the railing, and went upstairs with his things.

Although the door was opened, the room was empty like Li Baoguo's, but the feeling was completely different. He no longer had to worry about Li Baoguo's troubles, he didn't have to pay back the money for him again and again, and he didn't have to listen to him anymore. Coughing and shouting, not to mention the door being opened suddenly.

Jiang Cheng adjusted the water temperature of the water heater until it was a little hot to the touch, and flushed it from head to toe. There is still hot water for bathing here, and there is no need to use a bucket to fetch hot water every day like Li Baoguo... He had never seen Li Baoguo take a bath, Maybe they all go to the bathroom.

The hot water flowed down his face and neck, across his body, he closed his eyes and propped himself against the wall, his whole body slowly relaxed.

But after flushing for a while, he turned off the water, wiped off the water quickly, and walked out of the bathroom.

Although it's not surprising to think of Gu Fei and the things he did with Gu Fei under such circumstances, it's still somewhat awkward.

He often fantasizes about a certain star, a certain pornographic picture that he doesn’t know where to look at, a clip in a certain pornographic film... This is the first time for Gu Fei to have such a clear and close goal, no matter how That said, he still feels guilty.

He went back to the bedroom and closed the door. He finished all the quilts and pillows he bought today. He thought that the newly bought quilt covers and sheets should be washed and changed. He stood by the bed and hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to give up, sir. I don't care about these anymore.

He went to bed, turned off the light and stared for a long time without falling asleep.

This time it was no longer because of Gu Fei, but because of tomorrow's exam.

For the past half semester, he has been in a daze. Although there is nothing he can't understand in the lectures, and there is nothing he can't do in the homework, but now he is starting to worry.

In the past at school, every time he relaxes, it will directly affect his grades. Now in the environment of No. [-] Middle School, he can hardly find anyone around him who listens seriously. Even though the difficulty of the exam papers must be lower than before, he is still a little worried own grades.

Originally, he didn't touch the books before the exam, but now he sat up, took out the notes from his schoolbag and opened them.

The exam time of the No. [-] Middle School is different from before. Tomorrow morning, there will be two subjects, Chinese and Politics. He sighed. The schedule is so tight, it’s not like the No. [-] Middle School has to save the finals after the exam for every basketball game. Procrastination...

I don't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, the book had been thrown on the ground, and the person was well tucked under the quilt.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the time, the alarm clock hadn't sounded yet, but the time was almost there, and his biological clock was quite reliable at critical moments.

The breakfast at the rental house was similar to that at Li Baoguo's. He bought a bowl of tofu nao and two pancakes at a roadside stall, and ate them before riding his bike to school.

When he reached the intersection, he stopped again, wondering if he needed to call Gu Fei together, after hesitating for a while, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to dial.

As soon as he called out Gu Fei's name, he heard someone whistling next to him. He turned his head, and was a little surprised to find that Gu Fei was right beside him, straddling the car with one leg on the ground.

"Morning, Xueba." Gu Fei waved at him.

"Damn it," Jiang Cheng looked at the time in shock, "What time did you come?"

"It's only been five minutes since I arrived," Gu Fei said, "I'm never late for exams."

"It's amazing." Jiang Cheng laughed, and his mood suddenly became very good. For some reason, when he saw Gu Fei's smile, he felt very...close, maybe it was because of what the two of them did, although who I won't even mention it, but after all, I have had an impure relationship at the same table...

"Have you eaten?" Gu Fei asked.

"I just ate something casually," Jiang Cheng said, "If you say you come over, I'll wait for you to eat together."

"It's okay," Gu Fei said with a smile, "I ate it too, thinking that if you didn't eat it, I'll wait for you to finish it."

All the way to the school was very quiet, I didn't meet the two from the zoo, probably because I had already made an appointment... no, I had an appointment with the ball, so I had to maintain the last bit of demeanor.

After entering the classroom, Jiang Cheng found that these people, who are usually lazy, would still show a little nervousness during the midterm exam.

The tables have been pulled apart, and although they are not far apart, they still seem to be single seats.

As soon as he sat down, Zhou Jing turned his head: "Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng..."

"If you want to read the answers, you can read them yourself. If you dare to call my name like that during the exam, I will immediately report you for cheating." Jiang Cheng pointed at him.

"Hey! Well, well..." Zhou Jing was stunned for a moment, then his face turned into a garden with a smile, "Enough friends."

"Jiang Cheng." Someone on the left called him.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and found that Wang Xu was actually sitting on the seat to his left: "Are you sitting here?"

"I'll sit here during the exam," Wang Xu replied solemnly, "Don't cover the answer sheet with your hand, you know?"

"Oh." Jiang Cheng responded.

"Don't write it backwards after you finish it, you know?" Wang Xu said again.

"Oh." Jiang Cheng continued to respond.

"You don't have to worry about Da Fei, he never cheated in the exam, you just need to worry about me." Wang Xu still had a serious face, "I'm still responsible for spreading the word."

"...Understood." Jiang Cheng nodded, then turned his head to look at Gu Fei. Gu Fei was playing with his mobile phone, turned his head and looked at him, smiled and said nothing.

The invigilator is a third-year high school student, a very dignified middle-aged girl with glasses. She entered the classroom and put the papers away. She stared at the people in the classroom from left to right, right to left, back and forth, and then cleared the papers. He cleared his throat and read the exam discipline.

The people around were unprecedentedly quiet, so quiet that Jiang Cheng was not used to it.

After the papers were handed out, Jiang Cheng took the papers and scanned them roughly, and found that the difficulty of the examination papers of No. [-] Middle School was indeed more consistent with the overall style of No. [-] Middle School. At least this paper was quite easy for him.

He turned to the composition question again and looked at it.

Mr. Ji Xianlin said: "Everyone strives for a complete life. However, since ancient times and now, at home and abroad, there is no [-]% perfect life. So I say that life is not perfect."

Based on one's own understanding, connect with reality, define one's own definition, choose one's style of writing, and draw up one's own topic.

Jiang Cheng sighed lightly. This composition question is simply too simple, especially for him now, let alone 800 words, 8000 words is not a problem.

He turned the paper back to the front and began to work on the questions with peace of mind.

The surroundings are still quiet, a class that usually only hears humming in class, but now they can hear the rustling sound of pen and paper rubbing against each other, it feels strangely inconsistent.

He glanced over at Gu Fei. Gu Fei hadn't started to do the questions yet, but was staring at the page of modern text reading with relish.

He didn't intend to look at the state of Wang Xu on the left, because he didn't need to turn his head to feel Wang Xu's fiery gaze and his face turned to this side from the corner of his eye.

The two invigilators were very strict, and kept switching positions one after the other. Judging from the frequency of Zhou Jing's body twisting in front, Jiang Cheng judged that his heart should be very anxious now.

In contrast, Pan Zhi is still calm, always answering indiscriminately first without rushing, and then make corrections after he is done...

Gu Fei finished reading the short article in modern literature, but it’s a pity that it’s not a short story, it’s about the rational spirit of architecture... It doesn’t look very interesting.

He turned the paper back, planning to write the familiar ones that he could almost guess the answer for the first time, and then start to draw lots. After the lottery is over, he will randomly fill in the empty spaces, and finally compose a composition.

There is no limit to the style of composition. If poetry is not limited to 800 characters, he intends to take advantage of this loophole and write as little as possible.

He felt that his arrangement was perfect, and when he took the answer sheet and began to write, he felt that his state was similar to that of the top student next to him.

Jiang Xueba never stopped writing. He basically answered the questions while reading them. He didn’t pause for too long if the questions were longer. , I can really see it during the exam now.

When Gu Fei finished the first pass and started drawing lots for the multiple-choice questions, Jiang Cheng's paper had already turned the page.

When he started to fill in the words, Jiang Cheng started to write the composition.

Depend on.

He looked at Jiang Cheng's side face, and for a moment he felt that Jiang Cheng with this appearance was so handsome that both people and gods were angry.

However, compared to the 800-word essays that Xueba has to write, Gu Fei's poems that take advantage of loopholes are much faster. Checking means drawing lots again, two wins out of three.

Usually he would hand in the paper right now, but today he didn't move. Jiang Cheng next to him was still writing the essay, and he wanted to read it.

Although Jiang Cheng's handwriting was incomparably ugly, he wrote it quite quickly, just like he was reading a review out of a manuscript, and went up line by line.

The answer sheet and the paper Jiang Cheng put on the corner of the table, and Wang Xu over there was copying frantically, but he had to stretch his neck for some fill-in-the-blank questions. You can't even read it straight up, but you can't read it backwards.

But it is still much better than before. Those with better grades in the class sit at the front, and the group behind them doesn't even know who to copy.

At the end of half an hour, Xueba Jiang Cheng, who wrote like a god, finished the composition, and he didn't seem to check it. He looked around and wanted to hand in the paper directly.

Over there, Wang Xu became anxious when he saw it, and suppressed his voice: "Don't worry!"

Jiang Cheng sighed, and stared at the paper in a daze.

After being stunned for a while, he turned his head, met Gu Fei's eyes, and asked with his mouth: "Did you finish writing?"

Gu Fei nodded.

Then put the composition up for him to read.

Jiang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and started laughing at the paper.

He struggled to laugh, he couldn't make a sound if he wanted to laugh, and he had to press his nose with a tissue to prevent the snot from laughing out. Gu Fei didn't want to laugh at first, he just couldn't help it seeing him like this.

Jiang Cheng finally laughed so hard that he coughed, and finally stopped laughing.

Gu Fei got up and took the papers and handed them in. He walked out of the classroom and went downstairs. There was an exam in a while, so he had to come out to do some exercise. He was tired of sitting for four to ten minutes in class, and it was uncomfortable for him to sit in a daze for such a long time.

Within a few minutes, Jiang Cheng also went downstairs, he was a little surprised: "Have you handed in the paper?"

"Well," Jiang Cheng nodded, "The teacher stood next to Wang Xu, and I guess he's almost done copying it, so I handed it in... Did you just write lyrics or poems?"

"Poetry." Gu Fei said, walking slowly towards the faculty toilet.

"It's really shameless for me to rely on you," Jiang Cheng followed him, whispering, "Do you write poetry as long as you don't limit the style?"

"Well," Gu Fei laughed, "I wrote it three times, and when the paper was judged for the first time, Lao Xu and the others were still discussing how many points they should give."

"You are so talented," Jiang Cheng clicked twice, "What did you write, read a few sentences and listen?"

"It's so beautiful that I'm too embarrassed to miss it." Gu Fei said.

Walking to a place where there was no one next to the toilet, he took out a cigarette, glanced at Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng shook his head, he lit a cigarette and drank it.

"Your lyrics are written with a lot of feeling," Jiang Cheng said, "Don't you really want to read a few lines for me to listen to?"

"This broken poem is just make do," Gu Fei said, "I'll show you some new lyrics when I have time later."

"All right," Jiang Cheng sat down on the steps, "The young man is shy."

Probably because there was no one left to copy, Wang Xu and his gang also handed in the papers ahead of time. When they went downstairs, they first looked around, and when they saw Gu Fei and Jiang Cheng, they all came over.

"Bin," Wang Xu took out 50 yuan and gave it to Lu Xiaobin, "Go and buy something to eat and drink, so we can replenish our spirits."

"Okay." Lu Xiaobin took the money and immediately ran over to the canteen.

"Sick." Jiang Cheng said.

"That's interesting, generous!" Wang Xu clasped his fists at him, "I'll pass this time without any problem, I guess I can improve a little bit more."

"Damn me, I've never done so well in the exam!" Zhou Jing was very emotional, "But it wasn't me who said, Jiang Cheng, your word...it's really a magic weapon to prevent plagiarism. Fortunately, my eyes are very experienced. You said the teacher judged Will you be deducted points in the test because you can't understand what you wrote?"

"I get deducted points every time because the words are too ugly." Jiang Cheng said.

A group of people suddenly laughed together.

Before the exam was over in the classroom not far away, the invigilator came out and pointed at them, so they had to move to the toilet and sat at the stone table at the entrance of the toilet.

"I never figured it out," Wang Xu said, "Why do we need to repair a set of tables and chairs at the door of the toilet?"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Cheng glanced at Lu Xiaobin who came back with a bag full of snacks and drinks, "There are still people eating on the tables and chairs by the toilet door."

A group of people immediately became fools again, and the invigilator rushed out again and drove them to the edge of the playground to stand there.

Politics was next, and before entering the examination room in 10 minutes, Lao Xu ran over with Xiaofeng: "Jiang Cheng!"

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.

"How do you feel?" Old Xu asked.

"It's pretty good, and the questions aren't difficult." Jiang Cheng said.

"What about composition?" Old Xu asked again.

"It's easy to write if the style is not limited." Jiang Cheng replied.

"I knew you were fine," Old Xu's eyes lit up, "This time you can step into class 2, every time the little girl in their class fights back and forth with Yi Jing, you should be fine this time! "

"Probably." Jiang Cheng originally wanted to say that he had just taken the first subject, but in No. [-] Middle School...he could really be taken aback.

The political exam is rather annoying. Although the multiple-choice questions are relatively easy, the short-answer questions are terrible. Gu Fei can't write anything. It's just a habit to fill up the blanks. The short-answer questions have to be mixed with three or four lines... …This is more challenging, and the technical requirements for making up random things are very high.

In particular, there is a question with a score of 14, which is to combine the various cultural activities of No. [-] Middle School to talk about the significance of strengthening the construction of campus culture... Gu Feifei took a look at Jiang Cheng, and this top student is still in the same state as during the Chinese exam , writing like flying, the ugly characters are lined up in a row.

Xueba is really a wonderful creature...

Politics is not easy to copy. After Wang Xu and Zhou Jing finished copying the multiple-choice questions, they gave up and continued copying the short-answer questions. Compared with identifying his characters, it is estimated that finding a way to turn over the answers in the cuffs in the drawer and on the waistband of the trousers It's easier.

This time Jiang Cheng still handed in the paper ahead of time. Gu Fei felt that it was normal for this kid to pretend to be aggressive. He observed it when he was bored. Jiang Cheng and Yi Jing finished it at about the same time, but Yi Jing was still checking and revising it repeatedly. By then, Jiang Cheng had already handed in the test paper.

As soon as he handed in the paper, a group of those who couldn't write and copied, as well as Gu Fei, who had already made up nonsense, also handed in the paper together.

A group of people didn't go home at noon, Wang Xu didn't know if it was a good morning, he was very excited all the time, and insisted on dragging a group of people to eat pies.

"Math in the afternoon," Wang Xu said while eating the pie, "it's up to you, Xueba!"

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng lit a cigarette, and opened the window next to him a little. Every time he finished the exam, he didn't have much appetite.

"Da Fei, don't you really want to copy something?" Wang Xu asked Gu Fei again, "It's simply not copying nothing, I've never seen such an interesting top student!"

"If you shout louder, your mother will come over and make stuffing for you." Gu Fei said.

"You really don't copy?" Wang Xu lowered his voice.

"No," Gu Fei said, "It's easy for you to copy a pass or something, and I don't need to ask anyone for a job."

Others didn't feel anything about Gu Fei's words, but when Jiang Cheng heard it, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

When everyone was chatting and eating, he leaned against Gu Fei and asked in a low voice, "Can you pass the final exam?"

Gu Fei glanced at him and smiled: "It's about the same. My luck has always been good, and I can almost win the lottery."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng responded and didn't say another word. He suddenly felt a little bored, and couldn't tell if he was really bored or bored in his heart.

Gu Fei's attitude made him always feel that something was wrong. He didn't know if it was because of the different environment before. Even Pan Zhi, who was unreliable, would grit his teeth and put on a pose to review for a few days during the final exam. The appearance of giving up made him feel a little anxious for no reason.

But what's the rush, there are no parents in Gu Fei's family who are waiting to see how his grades are, and there seems to be no reason why he must have good grades to enter a good university...

"Don't worry about me," Gu Fei gently touched his leg under the table, "I'll just get a diploma."

"No," Jiang Cheng frowned, "You might as well go to some technical secondary school with your graduation certificate, isn't that certificate better than those of No. [-] middle school?"

"It's a long story," Gu Fei smiled, "I'll talk to you slowly when I have time."

The two-day mid-term exam was finished very tightly. Based on Gu Fei's observations and Jiang Cheng's undisguised frustration, he could almost estimate Jiang Cheng's grades, and Yi Jing's first-grade competitor would be one more. .

"Your questions are too simple." Jiang Cheng said it at least three times in the past two days.

However, when Lao Xu rushed into the classroom early in the morning, the excitement on his face still surprised him a bit. Gu Fei looked at Lao Xu. If his grades were only similar to Yi Jing's, Lao Xu would not be so excited.

"Students! Classmates!" Old Xu stood on the podium, "I have good news for you!"

Everyone in the class clapped lazily together.

"The teachers of various subjects will definitely say it in class later, but I'm one step ahead," Lao Xu waved his arm, "This time our class has three full marks!"

This news was indeed a bit surprising, and the people in the class immediately discussed it, and many people focused their attention on Jiang Cheng.

"Hey." Jiang Cheng probably wasn't used to being stared at like this, so he lay down on the table and sighed.

"Guess who it is? Which three subjects?" Lao Xu excitedly sold the quiz, but this quiz didn't give anyone a chance to guess, so he immediately announced the answer, "Student Jiang Cheng! Mathematics! English! Geography! Full marks for all!"

"Damn—" This time the class exploded and everyone shouted.

"Fuck!" Zhou Jing turned his head and slammed the table violently, "Jiang Cheng! You're awesome! You're awesome!"

"Ah." Jiang Cheng responded.

"Sit down." Gu Fei glanced at Zhou Jing.

"Awesome!" Zhou Jing said again, turned around and sat down, then turned around after thinking about it, "Awesome!"

Old Xu was still excited on the podium, and Gu Fei also lay down on the table, looking at Jiang Cheng: "The ranking should be almost out, let's ask later?"

"Don't ask," Jiang Cheng said, "There's nothing to ask. Seriously, it's just a midterm exam, and your questions are really simple. I never got full marks in geography before."

"Then I'll ask." Gu Fei said.

"You're so excited." Jiang Cheng said.

"I'll calmly ask." Gu Fei stuffed a candy into his mouth.

After class was over, Gu Fei got up and went out, followed Lao Xu directly into the office.

"Boss Xu." He called Old Xu.

"Why are you here?" Old Xu looked at him, and handed him a bottle of Red Bull from the table, "I'll drink it for you, Mr. Gang Lu gave out a bottle by himself, it's too sweet."

"Has the grade ranking come out?" Gu Fei took the Red Bull and asked.

"Do you still care about this? You are not in the top [-], and you are not in the bottom of the list." Old Xu said.

"The first is Jiang Cheng, right?" Gu Fei asked with a smile.

As soon as this was mentioned, Old Xu suddenly became happy again, stood up and walked to the empty desk in the office, and waved to him: "Come and see."

Gu Fei walked over while pulling out his phone.

There is a large piece of red paper on the table. Old Xu's calligraphy is good. Every year, the grade ranking is written by him, and then posted, which is regarded as part of the school's "cultural construction".

Gu Fei saw the first name at a glance, Jiang Cheng.

"Jiang Cheng?" He quickly picked up his phone and pressed the shutter on the paper, then turned around and left the office, "President Xu, keep writing."

After leaving Lao Xu's office, Gu Fei lowered his head and opened the post bar of No. [-] Middle School. He posted a post with his trumpet, and brought the photo he just took with him.

"Just passing by the office and saw it by accident. . . .Office Candid Filming.avi"-Handsome bombing the sky