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This was the seventh day of the school transfer, and Lin Zongjie felt violated.

On September [-]th, the autumn in the south was still very hot. He was holding a basketball in his hand, and his forehead was full of 'male hormones' that had not been dried naturally after being swayed on the playground. There was no one in the classroom, but his eyes fell. When he got to the desk, Lin Zongjie's eyebrows still twitched uncontrollably.

After living for 17 years, he has never seen such a class and such classmates.

These "knowledge absorbing machines" seem to be poisoned. The books piled up on the desks are piled up several layers thickly, forming a "high wall" where people can sleep on their stomachs as soon as they sit down.

Lin Zongjie's previous school had strict rules, saying that nothing unrelated to the classwork was not allowed to be placed on the desk, for fear of affecting students' thinking about learning.

Hearing the nonsense you heard, you might as well just say, 'I just want to sleep with so many books, take them all back' is simple and rude.

Seventh Middle School is different from No. [-] Middle School. It used to be different now. After coming to the new class, Lin Zongjie felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility in his heart. The teachers here are very quiet, and the students are very quiet. Start learning as soon as you enter the classroom, even memorizing English words in Chinese class.

Anyway, they are all studying. No one will waste a minute or a second doing other things. Teachers and students trust each other, and classmates help each other... Yes... Very enthusiastic no Share each other's mutual help......

Especially like a big fool like Han Lin, it's fine if he doesn't sleep, and he doesn't let his deskmate sleep.

Lin Zongjie remembered that before he transferred to another school, he was standing in front of his father with a face full of dissatisfaction, wearing his dirty school uniform that had rolled in the muddy ground of the playground just after a fight, listening to the old man pulling himself on the flower stand at the school gate. Said the above words earnestly.

"Brother, ancestor, count your father, please, our family does not want you to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University, but at least you can inherit the family business after you come back with a college degree. You have to study for a year in the first year of high school, and you count your father. How many times have you changed schools? Originally, I wanted to be scolded with the cheek to let you stay and study, but before your father had time to kneel down and beg the principal, the principal started begging your father on his knees."

"There is only No. [-] middle school left in our city. You haven't been to it. It is the key point of the city. The grandson of the old man of the Han family is studying there. It took me seventy or eighty layers of connections to get you in. Please calm down, your father doesn’t care about you whatever you like, don’t fight, don’t make trouble, you love to study and don’t study, but you must not affect other students’ studies.”

"If you get fired again this time, you will go to the construction site to move bricks for others."

So Lin Zongjie, who graduated peacefully and escaped from the fate of moving bricks, has endured countless times the urge to slap Han Lin's idiot.

Indignantly tearing off the pink sticky note on his desk, he casually glanced at Han Lin who wrote neatly on both sides of the homework with printer-like fonts. The note was crumpled up and thrown into the trash can.

"Do your homework."

So the consequence of "making a head" was that when he was sleeping on the table in self-study the next morning, he was woken up by Han Lin tapping his finger on the table.

"What about your homework?"

This kid Han Lin has fair and slender fingers, with distinct joints, stretched and curled up, writing with a pen, holding a book, he looks good no matter what, if you remove his murderous face of 'you idiot and don't hand in your homework this time' , Lin Zongjie is also very willing to learn with such a good person, good-looking, and good personality......

"What about your homework?"

The calm and calm tone was repeated again by our respected and excellent study committee members.

Lin Zongjie's chaotic eyes gradually cleared up, as if he had woken up from sleep. He first looked at Han Lin's hand, then at Han Lin's school uniform collar, and finally his eyes fell on the guy's delicate eyebrows and eyes, lying and making up lies It's something that comes at your fingertips, but before he has time to say anything, Han Lin has an expression of 'shut up'.

"Lin Zongjie, it's the eighth time you didn't hand in your homework and didn't write it."

Taking out a piece of paper, Han Lin's handwriting was clean and beautiful, and he wrote down this passage with a few strokes.

On September [-]th, the eighth day of transfer, eight days, I didn't hand in a single homework.

"Hey..." Seeing that Han Lin was about to leave, Lin Zongjie immediately reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist, and shouted with a half-smile, "I wrote it, but I didn't take it with me."

"Let go."

"I really didn't bring it, I only remembered it when I went out in the morning, and found that the key was locked at home."

"………………………"

"Really, school committee, can't you give your tablemate a little bit of trust?"

"Trust?" Han Lin sneered, and threw the homework book in his hand on Lin Zongjie's desk. He clasped his hands, and asked the other party condescendingly, "Okay, now go to the teaching office and call for help." Your father will send over your homework, and I will wait for you for three hours."

"My dad is on a business trip. He just left this morning. He's going to Shanghai."

"Let your mother deliver it."

"My mother is also on a business trip. She left last night to Hangzhou."

"…………………"

"Really, I have to find a lock picker to come back with me when I go home tonight."

I know that although Han Lin has a stinky face, at least he won't do such rude things as beating others, so Lin Zongjie played with others unscrupulously. The little girl said that her home was on fire so her homework was burned, she jumped into the river to save a girl who lost her footing so her homework fell into the river, and she broke up with her girlfriend, but her girlfriend tore up all her homework when she got angry.

What excuse doesn't come at your fingertips?What is a study committee?Even if the squad leader came...that would be the same useless.

Han Lin wants to play with him?Hmph, this kid is a little too tender.

Sure enough, as soon as the excuses were finished, Han Lin's iceberg-faced face became even more paralyzed. He first unceremoniously shook off Lin Zongjie's finger that was pulling his wrist, and then viciously took all the homework on his desk. Let's go, if eyes can kill, Lin Zongjie guesses that he has already been pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Hey, bro, copy your homework for me."

When Han Lin walked out of the classroom, Lin Zongjie took out the unwritten homework from his desk and kicked the classmate in front of him who was pretending to memorize English words.

When Song Cheng turned his head, he still had half a beef bun stuffed in his mouth. When he spoke, the corners of his mouth were covered with uncontainable oil. ', then took out a large pack of paper from the drawer and threw it on the guy's face, opening his mouth and roaring.

"Wipe your mouth clean."

"Hehehe, the president is the president, and this bitch carries tissues with her everywhere like a girl."

Smiling, Song Cheng took out two sheets from the large pack of paper to wipe his mouth, and then continued, "No, didn't you just see that the school committee took homework away? Where do I have any more?" Can I copy your homework for you?"

"What is the homework?"

Lin Zongjie swayed his long legs, and boldly signed his name on the workbook.

Regarding the fact that the Lin family was rich, Lin Zongjie would never hide it, let alone a 'spicy chicken' like him who was able to get into the key class of the key high school in the city, and the fool knew why.

Coupled with the usual extravagant spending, as a sports committee member, every day after the long-distance running test, the whole class is invited to drink milk tea at the 'cottage' milk tea shop in the canteen. I invited them together.

This is a proper overlord character.

So the elegant nickname of 'President' became Lin Zongjie's glorious code name in the city.

"Two sets of math papers were handed out, Chinese seems to memorize two texts, English homework is to write an essay on the theme of environmental protection, what is the physics homework about?" Song Cheng deliberately turned back and flipped through his homework notebook, " Oh, there was no physics homework assigned yesterday, and the chemistry homework is..."

Listen, listen, is this what people say?

Morning self-study at [-]:[-] every morning, and after three nights of evening self-study, it’s almost ten o’clock when you go home. Who can finish writing so many homework?It’s fine with the papers, and you can fool them by copying them. What’s the point of memorizing texts?

Just as Lin Zongjie was about to smash the pot and throw the pen, his eyes suddenly rolled, and he stretched out his leg to kick Song Cheng and asked, "You also memorized the Chinese text? How do you have time to memorize the text? I see that you didn't have enough time for a set of papers yesterday." You're going bald, so you haven't finished your homework yet?"

"Why didn't I finish my homework? I'm afraid I don't want to hang out in our ninth class if I don't do my homework."

"When did you recite it?"

"I recited it during the summer vacation in my freshman year of high school."

"High school? Summer vacation?" Lin Zongjie's voice suddenly rose eight degrees.

Fortunately, all the students in the class read the morning reading and the dictation of the dictation. Everyone seemed to have their own protective cover, and no one cared about the movement here.

Song Cheng hastily made a 'shh' gesture to Lin Zongjie, "President, keep your voice down, the old class will catch you in a while and yell at your self-study, and you must be punished to run ten laps on the playground to raise your voice." Refresh yourself and go back to the classroom for class."

"Run and run." Lin Zongjie didn't care, "I'm a professional long-distance runner."

"Memorizing texts is just a formality. It is estimated that not only our class, but almost all the students in the grade will memorize all the texts that are required to be memorized in the next semester during the holidays. Otherwise, the intensity and strength of the study, who Can you bear it?"

"Cut... a bunch of nerds." Throwing the ballpoint pen into the desk, Lin Zongjie fell asleep lying on the desk in self-defeating.

"Hey, President, you're so fucked up, the school committee will come back to clean you up later."

Lin Zongjie ignored it.

Later, when Han Lin returned to the classroom, he still sat in the seat after waking him up.

Dad sent a text message to say that there is an important family dinner tonight, and he has already asked the teacher for leave, and asked Lin Zongjie to sit on the playground for two hours before leaving the school, blowing off the smell of his body, and when he came back to the school gate, Lin Zongjie The homework that has already flowed is full of saliva.

Rubbing his eyes in a daze, the homework book with only his name written on it looked dirty and simply threw it into the trash can. When Lin Zongjie got up and was about to leave, he saw at a glance that there were only two people in the classroom except himself and Han Lin. Outside, it turned out to be empty and clean.

"Hey, the school committee is going to take the entrance exam for Tsinghua University or Peking University, and they are still doing the exams? Isn't it annoying to do the exams every day?"

"Change your seat tomorrow." Han Lin said without looking up.

"Why?"

"As soon as you fall asleep, you are like a pig. You can't wake up even if you shout, and I can't get out. I can only sit and wait for you to wake up."

"What are you talking about? Young master, I've always been the shallowest sleeper, you can just push me lightly, how could it be..."

Han Lin stretched out his finger calmly and pointed under Lin Zongjie's table.

Taking advantage of the situation, he lowered his head and looked down, but found several small footprints on his trouser legs.

Han Lin said, "Yes, I can't wake up even if I kick it, I have to push it lightly."

"Why are you like this?" Lin Zongjie jumped up from his seat, frantically patting the dirty footprints on his school uniform pants, "I'm going to a very important family banquet tonight, you kicked my pants like that Dirty, how do I go out?"

"It's not a blind date, why are you excited?" Han Lin stood up slowly, put away two sets of test papers in her schoolbag, took a pen, and planned to walk outside the classroom.

"Who says it's not a blind date? My dad specially sent me a text message to ask me to clean up. It's not easy to find a wife these days. If a girl doesn't like me, you will pay me a wife?"

"brazen."

"You...you...you...you...you are shameless."

After all, they are uneducated, and even swearing at others will suffer some disadvantages.

Lin Zongjie followed out of the classroom indignantly.