After the Xueba character was exposed

Jian Yao stayed in Wenboyuan for two days, took a rest after dinner on Sunday, and went directly back to Li Jiao's place.

In the past two days, he has made up a little knowledge about love, but because he really has no experience, what he understands is only superficial.

The main reason is that the field he is involved in is smaller. Although there are also online, he feels that those are messy and have no reference value.

In the end, he still felt that he had to get along with Jiang Zhao face-to-face to know what he was thinking, and what Jiang Zhao was thinking.

After all, he was not the only one who pretended to be stupid.

I don't know if it's because he was too eager for success, filled in too much and too messy knowledge, so that when he entered the class on Monday morning, he felt that Jiang Zhao looked at him abnormally.

As the morning passed, he became more determined about this idea.

Perhaps the dinner party diverted the attention of most of the students. This morning, not many people cared about the results of the midterm exam, and Jian Yao and his group were even less concerned. Until noon, the teachers of each subject summoned class representatives to answer the questions. Card, Zhao Jin posted the report card on the white wall next to the blackboard, and all the students woke up like a dream, and soon the audience was in a state of sighs.

This time, Zhao Jin did not make a table of grades and put them on the projector, but copied a report card, cut each student's grades into strips and distributed them.

Needless to say who No.1 is, the top few have always been those few students, but there are still many people who want to see the complete report card. It is already lunch break time, and everyone can only wait for the end of the lunch break to fetch water Take a second look at the opportunity to go to the bathroom, Zhou Xuanyi is a bold one, and Zhao Jin rushed to look at the report card as soon as Zhao Jin left.

After reading it, he still didn't believe it, so he went to Jian Yao's desk to pick up his grade slip and read it again.

"Fuck, Jian Yao, why did you become so awesome all of a sudden?"

"The really awesome one is right next to me, so I'll just draw a line and I won't be so awesome." On the surface of Jian Yao's modesty, he said in his heart that I'm so awesome that I'll scare you.

"You're called breaking the line? I heard others predict that the mark line will be around 520 this time, and you've surpassed it by almost [-] points, and you can't compare with Jiang Zhao, you have to compare with your own previous results!" Zhou Xuanyi As he spoke, he approached Jian Yao and asked, "When did you learn behind my back? Did Jiang Zhao teach you?"

Jian Yao glanced at Jiang Zhao, wondering if Jiang Zhao heard Zhou Xuanyi's voice, and gave a vague "hmm".

"How did he teach? I also often ask questions. Why didn't I improve so much? Could it be that I asked the wrong person?" Zhou Xuanyi didn't pay attention to Jian Yao's cautious behavior, and continued as if no one else was there, "I have to believe those things The rotten girl talked about the endless love and hatred between you and Jiang Zhao, fuck, is this love?"

"...It's my talent." Seeing Jiang Zhao looking at him, Jian Yao turned his head and pushed Zhou Xuanyi to the side to drive him away, "Brother, if you want to learn, you can learn well. It doesn't matter whoever teaches you. I'm going to sleep now. You also hurry up and take your afternoon nap."

After sending Zhou Xuanyi away, Jian Yao glanced awkwardly at Jiang Zhao again, and found that the man was still looking at him with an obvious smile on his face.

He had been looking at him with this abnormal expression all morning.

"Why do you always see me laughing?" Jian Yao couldn't help asking.

Jiang Zhao looked away: "No."

"...Fart." Subconsciously, Jian Yao was about to lean forward and hug Jiang Zhao's neck, but he froze suddenly when he put his hand ten centimeters away from the wall, and then retracted stiffly.He pressed his whole back against the wall uncomfortably, and continued awkwardly, "You are just laughing, thinking I can't see it?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Zhao didn't hide his smile any more, and said, "You're saving face."

"..."

What does Jiang Zhao mean by these words? Jian Yao lay down on the table during his lunch break to try to figure it out with his impromptu knowledge of love, and then he didn't talk to Jiang Zhao all afternoon.

In order to prevent any communication with Jiang Zhao, Jian Yao didn't drink water all afternoon, because he was afraid that he would have to go to the toilet if he was in a hurry to urinate, so it would be abnormal not to call Jiang Zhao together.

Thinking of having to call Jiang Zhao to go to the toilet, Jian Yao no longer has the desire to drink water.

Today's evening self-study is Chinese.

Chinese teacher Fang Yan's two classes were in the morning. Although no answer sheets were issued at that time, it did not affect her lectures. She spent more than half of the two classes, and there was still a little tail and composition left.

Although evening self-study is called self-study, the school stipulates that half time is for class and half time for self-study. When it is placed with some teachers, it is automatically translated as half time for class and half time for homework. Some even directly deprive the time for self-study. Every class is used to teach new lessons.

Chinese is completely deprived of self-study time, but it is usually used to write essays. Those who write fast can use the remaining time to do other things. Although the teacher emphasizes that only Chinese-related things are allowed, everyone basically has no time. listen.

Today's evening self-study was not used to write an essay. Fang Yan quickly talked about the tail of the mid-term exam paper, and then devoted a lot of time to explaining the essay.

According to the usual practice, I sent the high-scoring composition selected and copied by the teacher of the language group to the students, and then asked the students with a score of 53 or above in the class, and accepted their composition.

When asking students to spend half an hour reading high-scoring essays selected by grades, Fang Yan read those high-scoring essays in her class.

The teacher grasps the key points of the article and usually reads faster than the students.After Fang Yan finished reading, she sat at the desk and looked at the report card, then walked towards Jian Yao.

"How much score did you score for this composition?" Fang Yan lowered her voice and asked in a voice that only she and Jian Yao could hear.

Jian Yao was obviously startled, looked up at the teacher, and replied honestly: "52."

Language is a very metaphysical thing, and it is not so easy to score points. In order to control the score, Jian Yao usually does not want to waste his brain, so every time he writes an essay, he deliberately writes half of it and does not finish it. This way, he can deduct [-] to [-] points. , The teacher pretended to fall asleep during the exam when he asked.

At the same time, Chinese is also the subject whose scores are most likely to fluctuate. Jian Yao used it as a reason for a sudden increase in grades, so it is not easy to be suspected by others.

Fang Yan nodded, stood for a while and said, "Show me your answer sheet."

Jian Yao obediently found out the paper and handed it to her.

Fang Yan took the paper and turned it to the other side, but instead of showing a satisfied expression like Jian Yao thought, she frowned in disgust.Then he took his paper and went back to sit at the desk without saying anything.

Jian Yao couldn't help being puzzled.

He thought he wrote the composition very well this time.

After half an hour passed, Fang Yan clapped her hands and stood up, and began to explain the essays selected by the language group.

This time the Chinese papers were rewritten to deliberately control the composition scores. There are only [-] essays with full marks in the eight schools. The sixth middle school is a school that focuses on science, and there are only three liberal arts classes: [-], [-] and [-]. The only composition with a perfect score was from Class [-].

Except for this full-score essay, the remaining five essays were selected from the experimental class. Of course, their high scores have their highlights, but Fang Yan did not go into details, but focused on the high-scoring essays of her class. superior.

Although Jiang Zhao's total score is the first in the grade, his Chinese is relatively weak, and his composition is only 56 points, which is not selected as a high-scoring composition.

A score of 56 is not the highest score in Class Five, both Liu Jiayi and Xu Qing are one point higher than him.

There were no copies of these essays, so Fang Yan asked them to stand up and read the essays. Liu Jiayi had the highest score and was a boy.

Fang Yan first explained the composition objectively, and then gave a positive evaluation: "Student Liu Jiayi's composition is actually not inferior to the experimental class. I even think it is better than some high-scoring compositions here, but it is not as good as the full-score composition." There is still a certain gap in comparison, and the allusions in Liang Beibei's composition are obviously used more and better."

Liu Jiayi listened carefully with his eyes open all the time, with an unconcealable pride on his face.

As a girl, Xu Qing is rather shy. She asked others to read her composition. After reading it, it was still Fang Yan who explained and commented, and then went to Jiang Zhao's.

The name Jiang Zhao has its own impact. Fang Yan just pronounced it, and the audience was obviously a little more noisy than before.

Unexpectedly, before Jiang Zhao stood up, Fang Yan pressed his hand again and said, "Give the paper to Jian Yao, and Jian Yao gets up and reads."

Jian Yao: what?

Jian Yao looked at Jiang Zhao strangely, and found that Jiang Zhao was also looking at him. He sat down before standing upright, and then pushed the paper onto his desk.

Master Tian Da Da Da Da is the biggest, Jian Yao glanced at Fang Yan again, stood up without knowing why, and read Jiang Zhao's composition.

This was the first time that Jian Yao read in front of the whole class since high school. Although what he read was not his own, it also attracted the attention of the whole class.

Jian Yao usually likes to talk poorly, but the scope is very limited, only between the two rows of brothers who often hang out together.

Although there are few girls in their class, they basically control their appearance. Naturally, they pay a lot of attention to Jian Yao, a handsome guy with campus standards. During the first semester, they talked to him more or less out of curiosity, but in the end they all because of Jian Yao. Yao was "not easy to get along with" and turned to watch Yan Dang silently.

Jian Yao's Mandarin is very standard, his words are clear, his voice is clear, and he has an obvious youthful air.

In addition, Jiang Zhao's composition was indeed very good. After reading a composition, some people even booed and applauded.

The person who took the lead in booing was right behind Jian Yao. When Jian Yao sat down, he quietly pushed his elbow back, implying to him: You are finished after school tonight.

Fang Yan waited for Jian Yao to sit down, and when the class calmed down, he explained Jiang Zhao's composition as before, and didn't ask Jian Yao to do anything else. Jian Yao had question marks in his head, wondering what Fang Yan sold in the gourd. medicine.

He subconsciously moved to Jiang Zhao's side, put one hand on Jiang Zhao's shoulder: "Fang..."

As soon as he uttered a word, he got stuck.

Jiang Zhao tilted his head: "What?"

Jian Yao stared at Jiang Zhao's ears, and could even see the tiny hairs on his ears, but he didn't know if it was an illusion. When Jiang Zhao turned his head slightly, Jian Yao felt the hairs on his ears rub against the tip of his nose.

……

Is he so close to Jiang Zhao when he usually talks?

"Hmm... ah." Jian Yao protruded a symphony of tone-deficient, and moved away from Jiang Zhao's shoulder, "It's nothing, I forgot what to say."

Until Fang Yan finished explaining Jiang Zhao's composition and started calling out to the next classmate, Jian Yao was never called up again.

Could it be that Teacher Fang simply asked him to read the composition to Jiang Zhao?

Until the fifth classmate stood up to read the composition, there was still nothing wrong with Jian Yao, Jian Yao decided to do whatever he wanted, and took out other homework to write.

Class 53 had six essays with a score of [-] or higher, and after reading all of them, there was not much time before school, so Fang Yan asked everyone to correct the papers freely.

Jian Yao finished his English homework, and when he was about to correct his language, he remembered that his answer sheet was still in Fang Yan's place.

As soon as he looked up, Fang Yan happened to walk towards him holding the paper.

"You did well in the Chinese test this time, and I read the composition carefully, and it was written very well." Fang Yan said, "I think you have a foundation, but you do it too slowly, and you can't finish your composition every time. Look at the composition of these two exams, don't you think it's pretty good, how many points will you get back?"

Jian Yao smiled embarrassedly, and didn't know what to do other than nodding his head.

"But you shouldn't only get 52 points for your composition this time." Fang Yan suddenly became serious, "If you really finish reading it, at least you can add another five points. Do you know why you didn't add it?"

Jian Yao pulled out a professional smirk: "I know."

The words are too ugly.

But he didn't have the nerve to say it.

"It's very easy to deduct such things as paper points, especially in composition, the correcting teacher doesn't just correct your paper, they have thousands of compositions to read, the first impression is very important. Cleanliness is the basis for scoring points in composition. Do you know why I want you to read Jiang Zhao's composition?"

Jian Yao's smirk froze, and he replied: "...his handwriting is pretty."

"That's right." Fang Yan said, "I don't ask you to practice like him, but at least every word should stay neatly in the grid of the composition paper."

This has already been said clearly, Jian Yao understood, nodded and said: "Good teacher Fang, I will start writing the copybook today."

"Don't write copybooks, it's useless to practice handwriting blindly." Fang Yan said and glanced at Jiang Zhao, "I heard from Mr. Zhao that you and Jiang Zhao have a good relationship. Jiang Zhao must have practiced this handwriting too, right? You are good!" Teach him the skills of writing, as long as he can write at the level of ordinary elementary school students."

Jian Yao: "..."

No, you need someone to teach you to practice calligraphy?

And what the hell is the level of an ordinary primary school student!

Without even thinking about it, Jian Yao opened his mouth to refuse, but as soon as the words came to his lips, Jiang Zhao looked up at Fang Yan as if he had suddenly come to life, and opened his golden mouth first, his voice was still as cold as ever.

Jiang Zhao: "Okay, Teacher Fang."

The author has something to say: It’s a bit late again, these chapters are a bit stuck, okay?

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