After the Xueba character was exposed

"Father! Hurry up and let me copy your mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology homework!" Zhou Xuanyi yelled behind her before she even sat down, her hands flapping faster than a hot wheel.

"Hey!" Jian Yao replied without raising his head, the pen in his hand just wrote the last letter, ticked a big tail and dotted smartly, "Dad didn't."

"Fuck, who called you." Zhou Xuanyi rolled his eyes at Jian Yao, then looked at the people beside Jian Yao with a smile, "Jiang Zhao, hey."

The voice was obscene enough, and when Jian Yao looked up, he saw Zhou Xuanyi's dog-legged expression, and he wished he could take a picture with his mobile phone.

Zhou Xuanyi was able to joke around with Jiang Zhao so shamelessly, not because he was thick-skinned, but mainly because Jiang Zhao... was really okay.

After getting along with each other for a few days, Jian Yao felt that although Jiang Zhao didn't talk much, he always had an expression, looking like he was not close to strangers...but it wasn't that he couldn't talk.

In comparison, he is much better than some of the top students in the class.

Although among most students, grades will not become a gap in communication, but it is inevitable that some students will use this as a signboard and divide their classmates into grades and grades based on grades.

This kind of situation happened more often in the experimental class. Zheng Mengyang complained to him when he was a freshman in high school. He was afraid of being surpassed so he pretended not to be incapable of being questioned, and even pretended to flatter each other. It seemed that he was a bit shadowed by the experimental class.

But Jiang Zhao didn't do what Zheng Mengyang said, he would give it to anyone who asked him for a homework.

Although indulging others is also a sign of indifference, Jiang Zhao is different.

For example, when he handed all homework to Zhou Xuanyi, he didn't forget to remind: "This weekly math homework test should be passed."

It means that you don't want to patronize copying, you won't leave any impression after copying.

But Zhou Xuanyi paid attention to it from a strange angle, and her eyes widened in astonishment: "Fuck, what week test?"

"Weekly Mathematics Test." Jiang Zhao said.

"...???"

This answer is almost equal to no, Zhou Xuanyi still has a confused expression on his face, Jian Yao explained from the side: "Didn't the teacher say that, starting from the second year of high school, I have to take the math test every week, on Thursday afternoon, and the results will be available on Friday morning. "

Zhou Xuanyi asked: "What day is it today?"

Jian Yao: "Four."

"..."

Seeing Zhou Xuanyi's expression change from bewildered to pained, Jian Yao couldn't help laughing until his shoulders shook.

"Can you still laugh?" Zhou Xuanyi picked up the paper and was about to hit someone, but suddenly remembered that the paper was not her own, so she withdrew her hand and turned to stare at Jian Yao.

That expression made Jian Yao want to laugh even more, just as the teacher hadn't come to class yet, he just laughed like a goose.

The goose accidentally caught a glimpse of Jiang Zhao looking at him in the middle of laughing, the smile froze on his face in an instant, and the laughter was choked in an instant.

"Can you hear the teacher while sleeping?"

Jiang Zhao said this very plainly, as if he was asking casually, but it gave Jian Yao a very subtle feeling.

Although the two were at the same table, most of the time they did not interfere with each other, except that Jian Yao took the initiative to ask for an answer on the first day, and the few exchanges after that were topics brought up by Zhou Xuanyi, and the two of them never communicated directly.

On the one hand, Jiang Zhao himself doesn't take the initiative to talk to people, the main reason is Jian Yao.

After all, this person occupied his nest, and there was such an embarrassing incident some time ago - he had hinted that he forgot about that incident.

All in all, he had only a mediocre impression of Jiang Zhao, and he didn't want to establish any friendship with him.

They may change seats after a while, and they will not have any intersection other than paying rent and collecting rent.

Jian Yao was a little surprised by Jiang Zhao's question, and at the same time a little upset, as if he was mocking him, but what he said was indeed true.

He spends most of class on his stomach.

He twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and said foolishly: "Maybe I didn't sleep at that time, forget it."

The two looked at each other eagerly for sparks to grow, and no one gave in to the other. In the end, Zhou Xuanyi, who hadn't noticed anything, broke the deadlock.

"Hey Jiang Zhao, why is there no English paper here?" Zhou Xuanyi asked while pulling the paper.

Jiang Zhao took the lead to look away, and replied, "Borrowed by someone else."

"Huh? Who did you borrow?"

Jiang Zhao turned his head to look forward, frowned slightly, and stared at the back of someone's head in the middle of the classroom for a long time.

Definitely didn't remember the name.

Fortunately, before Liu Jiayi came to ask him for the paper, he introduced himself enthusiastically.

Jian Yao despised Jiang Zhao's memory in his heart, and answered for him: "Liu Jiayi."

Jiang Zhao raised his frowning brows slightly: "Yes."

"Fuck, how can I borrow him?" Zhou Xuanyi's expression turned uneasy in an instant, and she looked at Liu Jiayi who was sitting in the middle with disgust, "Isn't he a top student, and he still copied the answers?"

Zhou Xuanyi didn't like Liu Jiayi very much. In fact, all the boys in their group had a bad impression of Liu Jiayi, including Jian Yao.

This person is the resident No.1 in the class, thin and weak, with an ordinary appearance, wearing thick thin-rimmed glasses, a good student in the eyes of a typical teacher.

The reason why I don't like him so much is not because he has good grades, but mainly because he likes to flatter others, and his flattery is always very greasy. To put it plainly, it is fake.

When Liu Jiayi came to ask Jiang Zhao for his English homework this morning, he just boasted without thinking. Jian Yao heard goosebumps beside him, but Jiang Zhao could still listen to it without changing his face. It is probably because he listens too much.

But thinking that Jiang Zhao didn't even remember the name of this person, Jian Yao still felt quite happy, although he didn't know what he was enjoying.

"He got the answer right." Jiang Zhao explained, and then continued, "It should be over, you can ask him to get it back."

"If you come back to find what he wants, there will be ghosts. I will sue the teacher later." Zhou Xuanyi gave Liu Jiayi a cold snort at the back of the head, and sighed, "Forget it, I won't hand in English today."

Jiang Zhao: "Today the teacher will check the English homework."

Zhou Xuanyi: "... what?"

"Didn't Zhao Jin say that yesterday? Recently, I handed in too little homework, and it's half as tall as other people's classes, so today we have to strictly check the homework, especially English." The words were accented, and the cap of the pen tapped twice on his desk, "I wrote it all."

The last sentence was more lethal than the previous one, Zhou Xuanyi was flustered instantly, grabbed Jian Yao's paper: "Fuck, lend me."

Jian Yao smiled, and raised his arm to let him pull the paper over: "You copy mine too, warrior."

"As long as there are words, it's better than me being blind."

After Zhou Xuanyi finished speaking, she turned back to make up her homework anxiously, and Jian Yao said behind his back: "You can't do it yourself."

Zhou Xuanyi ignored him, he turned the pen nonchalantly, turned the pen and dropped it on the table, and then went to his right hand to draw a book to pretend to study by himself early, when he caught sight of Jiang Zhao from the corner of his eye, the man was staring at him again.

It's not over, is it?

What's wrong with this man today? Why does he just look at him?

Jian Yao is often stared at by people, and he has long practiced ignoring Dafa, but today he does not want to ignore it.

Just look at it, is he still afraid?

Not only not afraid, but also look back generously.

The two just stared at each other like this, the spark that had just gone out was ignited again, Zhou Xuanyi turned around again to save the scene.

He pressed an empty math paper on Jiang Zhao's desk, and pushed it forward again: "Brother Zhao, can you help me circle the questions in the exam?"

Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes, covered his eyes with a tense aura, and took the paper: "Yes."

He took the red pen to circle the questions, one for each circle, and he did not forget to explain: "These two are the test sites. This question has a high probability of being tested on the original question, and the data may be changed. There are also papers from the previous two days, and the additional questions will be changed into exams. Big question."

After Jiang Zhao finished speaking, only the word "Awesome" was left on Zhou Xuanyi's face.

He took the test paper as if he was receiving an imperial decree, and clicked a few times: "Too strong, did you see the test paper in advance?"

Jiang Zhao replied, "It was my former teacher who wrote the paper."

These words made Zhou Xuanyi and Jian Yao stunned for a moment.

It was only then that Jian Yao remembered that Jiang Zhao was in the provincial experimental class before.

One of the best classes in their school.

There are fifty people in the class, and all the top fifty in the grade are in it.

Jiang Zhao hadn't shown anything special since he fell into their fifth class, and usually wanted to stick to his seat, and the person who communicated the most was even Zhou Xuanyi.

Jian Yao almost forgot that this person is Jiang Zhao.

Except for this placement test, their grade is the most stable No.1.

The weekly test will be taken in their respective classes, and it will start after a 10-minute break after two classes in the afternoon. Everyone consciously drags their desks away.

The exam was extremely random in the parallel class. Five minutes before the exam, most of the people were not in their seats. Those who went to the toilet went to the toilet, and those who went to fetch water went to fetch water. A few boys were still hanging on the railing in the corridor.

It wasn't until Zhao Jin went to the door to chase people away with his math papers that everyone returned to the class one after another.

The number of people in their class already exceeds the standard, and the classroom is not big. After the desks are dragged away, the aisle is completely crowded.

Anyway, this distance is impossible to prevent cheating, but everyone is still conscious, and the exam is very quiet.

Jian Yao carefully completed the optional filling, picked out the questions and filled in the answers on the answer sheet, then looked up at the clock, the time was limited to 35 minutes.

He was quite satisfied with this speed, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Jiang Zhao, who was already filling in the answers on the right side of the answer sheet.

Jian Yao: "..."

Their math answer sheet is divided into left and right halves, the fill-in-the-blank option and the first big question are on the left, the upper and lower boxes on the right each have a big question, and the three big questions on the back are divided into three equally.

In other words, Jiang Zhao was already writing the second big question in 35 minutes, and it seemed that he was almost done.

This is the devil, right? ?

Jian Yao instantly felt like a piece of trash. He turned his head and took out the draft paper and began to calculate the following questions. When he wrote the last question, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that Jiang Zhao had already put down the pen.

Jian Yao looked up at the clock on the wall, it was half an hour before the end of the exam.

Jian Yao: "..."

He is completely lost.

Jiang Zhao had already started to check, and Jian Yao finished writing the last question with a bit of depression, and instantly lost the interest in perfunctory answers, and only wrote one solution in each of the three boxes on the back page of the answer sheet.

After finishing writing, he flicked the pen, staring at the blank page in a daze.

How many points will Jiang Zhao score in this weekly test?

What is his optional answer?

In fact, Jian Yao doesn't like to check the answers with others, mainly because of his self-confidence, what he made must be right, and if others are different from him, they must be wrong, but now he really wants to know Jiang Zhao's answer. .

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of Jiang Zhao to stop peeking after the exam, but Jiang Zhao's paper was taken away by a group of people in the front row as soon as get out of class was over.

Then Zhou Xuanyi was like watching a horror movie when she heard the correct answer, Jian Yao could only endure the itch in her heart and wait for the answer to be marked tomorrow.

By the time school was over, he didn't feel itchy anymore, because he firmly believed that he had filled out all the questions correctly.

With his bag on one shoulder, he headed towards the black Internet cafe behind the school, and clicked on his WeChat account to post to Moments.

He didn't add anyone to this WeChat, and it still took up memory, so he simply used it as a diary, and when he was free, he posted some things that he couldn't usually say, and recorded his high school life.

Anyway, no one can see it, as for Jiang Zhao...Jian Yao doesn't treat him as a human being for the time being.

He held the draft paper with the answers to the test paper in his hand, entered the answers to the optional questions, confidently wrote the word "standard answer" and a colon at the beginning, and clicked send. He was in a great mood I went to the Internet cafe.

The Internet cafe is doing activities, recharging fifty to one hundred, Jian Yao thinks that Song Yang has spent a long time in the Internet cafe during the month when school is not started, and his heart is instantly moved.

He was about to dig through his wallet to get the money, but when he touched his pocket, he remembered something, took out his phone and asked, "Can WeChat pay?"

"Yes, just scan this." The webmaster took a picture of the QR code on the table twice and said.

Because WeChat is not commonly used, Jian Yao threw it on the last page of the screen, and now he clicked in, and he found that there was an extra "1" in the "Discovery" column in the line below.

Jian Yao froze for a moment, poked at the interface, and a "1" was followed by the circle of friends.

He scanned the QR code to pay the money first, and when his younger brother applied for the card, he clicked on Moments and looked at it. The message he just posted was still displayed on the home page, followed by a comment.

Jiang Zhao: 12 questions are wrong

Jian Yao:? ? ?