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"What about your homework?"

Han Lin left early last night, and this guy always has an arrogant look of "I don't care who I love", like a foreigner who doesn't need to sleep, eat, drink, and can survive as long as he learns from him. I didn't see him yawn once.

An old man's skin is so white that it is almost transparent, not to mention dark circles, even if his face is stuffed under a magnifying glass, he probably can't see a few open pores.

Lin Zongjie looked at Han Rin's outstretched hand, and he was stunned and stunned, and finally asked stupidly, "What homework?"

"Chinese, recite the full text of Pipa Xing, mathematics, solve the three probability theory and mathematical statistics problems on page 57, English, write a composition of no less than [-] words on the theme of sports, biology, gene mutation and The seventh set of simulation volumes of genetic recombination, the third set of simulation volumes of physics, decomposition and synthesis of force, chemistry... There is no homework in chemistry, can you memorize the complete periodic table of elements? The knowledge points of junior high school."

"…………………"

"Do you know hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron, carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon?"

"……………………"

"Do you know what H2O is? Do you know what H2O2 is?"

"……………………"

"what do you know?"

"I………………"

"Memorize it now, I'll check after school."

From the messy pile of textbooks on Lin Zongjie's desk, Han Lin took out the Chinese textbook accurately and accurately. Han Lin turned to the page of pipa for him, with a calm tone and no emotional waves. He left with the homework collected.

Lin Zongsuke was left alone in a daze, not knowing what to do.

When Song Cheng turned around, he still had half a beef bun in his mouth, "President, why did you offend the school committee?"

"When did I offend him? When I saw him, I wanted to take a detour. How dare I offend him?"

"You don't want to offend him, so why is he mocking you? Although the school committee is usually cold and cold, he has never been so mean."

"Sarcasm?" Lin Zongjie recalled the conversation just now in a daze, and then asked seriously, "What did he mock me for?"

"He said you don't understand hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron, carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon."

"…………………"

"Damn it, you don't really understand, do you?"

"I don't understand what's wrong? If you don't know how to recite this thing, you are not a human being? What the hell do you mean? I think you want to mock me."

"I'm wronged." Song Cheng immediately put his head in his hands and said, "I'm just curious about how you got into high school, CEO."

"Is it okay for me to spend money on reading? Memorize a fart book." He closed the page of the book that Han Lin opened for himself. Basketballs are usually hidden behind the trash can. The school committee is not here, and the monitor is a As for the display, no one dared to care about the sports student who didn't know how to sneak into the key class, so Lin Zongjie just walked out of the classroom with the ball in his arms.

When it comes to long-distance running, Lin Zongjie is indeed a good seed.

On the first day of transferring to another school, after seeing the side teacher with me on the playground, I simply ran around the track twice. The teacher praised Lin Zongjie's leg line, running posture, and movement speed.

"As long as the grades in cultural subjects are not bad, it is absolutely fine to go to a key sports school."

As long as the grades in cultural subjects are not bad...

But it's a pity that our Uncle Lin is an illiterate, cultural class, the level is about 26 in Chinese, and the total score of the other five subjects is [-]. He is a hell-level scumbag player. He is very familiar with the alphabet and songs, but he only has [-] English letters. He can write uppercase and lowercase letters, the exam is only multiple-choice, and he can write a composition when he is in a good mood.

The teaching philosophy of the key high school is always different from the "free-range" middle school that Lin Zongjie attended before. The teachers and students here will not easily give up a scumbag who has nothing to do all day long. If you study well, you should study hard. If you don't study well If you want to cultivate other interests and hobbies, like Lin Zongjie, a sports student like Lin Zongjie, their head teacher still pays a little attention to him.

So Han Lin was stopped by the teacher in charge when he sent his homework to the teacher's office.

"Lin Zongjie didn't hand in his homework again?"

"Ah."

"What's the reason?" The head teacher of Class [-] will probably take them to this class until after the college entrance examination is over, and he will retire with honor. But fortunately, he has many years of experience in preaching and resolving doubts, so from the time he learned about Xue Zhalin's "existing convictions" until now, he has never interviewed this "national treasure" who was constantly "fired, fired, fired" slacker student'.

"Yesterday's reason was that I forgot to bring homework, today... I didn't ask."

"Come, sit down." Putting down the red pen in his hand for correcting homework, the old class thoughtfully pulled a stool for Han Lin, "The teacher always believes that there is no hopeless child in this world. Before Lin Zongjie transferred to another school, everyone There are a total of 22 classes in the grade, and the teachers in the worst class are not willing to take him. They were supposed to keep him back to the first year of high school, but I nodded and let him enter our ninth class. Do you know why?"

Han Lin's eyelashes flickered, and he almost blurted out the words, "You can't refuse this garbage because of the glorious sense of mission of the people's teachers who want to save another lost lamb before retiring."

"This kid is not a bad kid. He is good at sports. I also communicated with the body assessment teacher who took him. The teacher said that as long as the culture class reaches the undergraduate score line and the physical examination score is above 95, he can enter the university. It is absolutely no problem to find one of the best sports colleges in the country."

"Undergraduate grades." Han Lin almost laughed out loud after hearing this.

Even Lin Zongjie is a fool who can't memorize the periodic table of elements. It's not bad for him to get a total score of 200, and he still wants to reach the undergraduate score line?

That is to say, Han Lin didn't want to irritate this glorious people's teacher with his poisonous tongue. To put it bluntly, their old class is also hard-working, conscientious, forgetting to eat and sleep, and swaying their own sweat to water these little flowers waiting to be fed. I have never brought an old teacher with a [-]% undergraduate admission rate who is not able to support the mud.

However, this time it might really be overturned on Lin Zongjie.

Unlike other "hidden" academic masters who sleep in class and read at night at home, Lin Zongjie really doesn't study, at least Han Lin has never seen him finish a class with his eyes open.

Every time the class bell rang for less than 3 minutes, his eyelids began to flicker back and forth several times in a very rhythmic way, and then closed tightly.

"Every teacher holds the children's future in their hands. We can't give up casually. Even if the students give up on themselves, we as teachers must never give up our professional ethics. I always firmly believe that , the real criterion for measuring whether a teacher is qualified is not how many students he holds in his hand, but every student he brings out, after entering the society, will not regret it, will not look back, and will not hate being with him Every one of his teachers and classmates."

"I see, I will remember to wake him up when he goes to sleep."

"Even if he refuses to hand in his homework, you still have to remember to accept it."

Han Lin nodded, and obediently left the teacher's office.

To be honest, he really felt that the head teacher was just eating radishes and worrying about nothing all day, doing thankless things, worrying about the future of the students, and no one could appreciate it. I haven't picked up poor students, but that one was way too much than this one. Lin Zongjie just slept in class anyway, and has been living peacefully with everyone in Class Nine adhering to the ultimate philosophy of not offending me and not offending others.

It's not like the thorn in the past, who picked up troubles all day long and beat his classmates and teachers.

For such a guy, their old class visits home every day to mediate the relationship between teachers and students and classmates. As a result, no one agrees with him, and his nose bleeds from the stabbing punch. In the end, the school is really affected. Without multiple complaints, the penalty result is demerit and expulsion.

If you say expulsion, you will be expelled, and if you are beaten, you will be obedient, isn't it?

But for our head teacher of Class 10, who has a sense of justice, this is of course not good. He ran to plead for mercy, and went to other people's homes to explain. Rin is a top student, and he is very special and extremely obedient, so he has not enjoyed this kind of special treatment for the time being, at most, he can be freed from hell after listening to it for [-] minutes.

When I returned to the classroom, I found that Lin Zongjie had run away again. Han Lin didn't ask, but just adjusted his seat and the other's seat silently.

The person who disappeared in the early morning self-study finally returned to the classroom during the evening self-study, and a strong smell of "male hormones" swept through the door. Han Lin didn't even have time to frown to express his dissatisfaction with the smell, Yu Guang At a glance, he saw his right hand holding the ball, his left hand in his pocket, and his whole body was dirty. It was Lin Zongjie who had just gone to the field to plant seedlings and came back.

"What are you doing at my table?"

"Change the seat so that I can get in and out more easily." After speaking, Han Lin moved the stool inward to give Lin Zongjie a way to enter the seat.

"It's convenient for you to come in and out? What about me? Isn't it convenient for me?"

"Anyway, you are awake for few classes all day long, and you spend most of your time exercising on the playground, just change your seat, which is convenient for you and me, Lin, you are not so stingy that you even want such a thing Do you care about me?"

I was so generous that I didn't confiscate your homework for eight days.

If you say that Han Lin is poisonous, Lin Zongjie is not a thorn in the side, but if you say he is a beautiful girl, he won't say anything about being changed seats so casually. What, but Han Lin......... this annoying guy........ If you don't find faults all day, you will feel uncomfortable... At any time, you will look down on yourself as a big man.

Why on earth does he think that he has to follow suit in everything he does?

There was a muffled 'bang' when the basketball was hit on the ground. Song Cheng was the closest to these two guys. The first one was startled and hugged Lin Zongjie's non-stop bouncing basketball.

"Then what, President, our academic committee also wanted to tell you in advance, isn't it because you haven't come back? He collects and distributes homework every day, and it's really inconvenient to come in and out. Besides, you block people's house every time you sleep. Passers-by can't go out, calm down, calm down, this is a trivial matter."

Just looking at the aura of the confrontation between the two, Han Lin obviously had to be tortured by Lin Zongjie.

Lin Zongjie is tall, and although Han Lin is not short, let's stand together, and Lin Zongjie still has to suppress his aura.

The other party was angry, and the anger was not light, Han Lin put down the pen in his hand slowly, and he looked up at Lin Zongjie.

"Angry? If you want to fight with your fists, wait until after school. If you fight in the classroom, your dad can't keep you no matter how rich he is. Besides, there are female students in the class. It's inappropriate to scare him. Sit in first and talk about things later. "

"Let's go..." Lin Zongjie growled unhappily.

Han Lin didn't confront him, quietly collected his textbooks and sat in the inner seat.

Song Cheng thought about the cottony temperament of his family's school committee, so he probably wouldn't be able to fight, so he stuffed Lin Zongjie's basketball under his desk, and obediently continued to solve the unsolved math and geometry problem just now. .