Forced to be at the same table with the full-level boss

With such an incident, when Jia Desong asked Class Seven to exchange homework batches in chemistry class the next day, Xu Tianrui turned around and said to Yao Yu, "Brother Yao, I'll give you your papers."

As for the returnee boss, anyway, he didn't do it.

Batching homework is tantamount to trouble-this is the consensus of the teachers of Fuyang No. [-] Middle School, and it is also very troublesome to produce papers, so each one is squeezed out of the remaining value.

Papers have to be used repeatedly.

However, a paper may be forgotten by the next year. In order to maximize the use of the question bank exchanged for hair, the science teachers thought of a brilliant idea.

This idea is related to last week's weekend homework.

"I won't grade the paper directly, so as not to hurt our relationship." Jia Desong looked around the classroom and wiped the corner of the paper calmly. There are two points for each space, and you can calculate the points yourself, without writing the scores on the paper."

When his eyes turned to Yi Yi, Jia Desong paused for a moment, and quickly moved over.

Probably because he was very happy for him to come to class, Jia Desong accidentally told the truth: "This is part of the entrance exam for the third year of high school last week."

Students: "???"

Seeing that Yao Yu and Yi Yi were not going to exchange papers, Xu Tianrui relaxed and exploded again: "Mr. Jia, please assign homework for others, even if it is a little more."

Jia Desong is used to hearing this kind of complaint every year: "What's the rush, listen to me."

"I just entered the first round of review in the third year of high school. What you review is what you are learning now. There is no difference in content."

"Since it's the same, it's okay to make each other's papers. Next time, you will also send them to do."

Xu Tianrui continued to vomit blood: "They are reviewing, we are previewing, the difference is huge--big, teacher."

"Do you think that in the first year of senior high school, you must do worse than in the third year of senior high school? Let me tell you, not necessarily," Jia Desong flicked the paper with the airs of someone who has come here before, "I have seen too many high school students who failed the senior one in the third year of high school. Those who failed to improve after achieving grades are everywhere, so don’t belittle yourself.”

"Maybe there will be one here today, what is their highest score?"

"If I remember correctly, I made two mistakes and deducted 4 points. How about it? Do you have the confidence to exceed this point?"

The representative of the chemistry class took the lead and shouted in a long voice: "No-yes-"

There was a burst of laughter below.

"Okay, don't laugh," Jia Desong said, "Hurry up and divide it up, one for each person, after class, if you can't finish the lecture, you can find a way to correct it yourself."

"Class Nine has two fewer people than you. Come on, draw two more cards from this stack in your class, otherwise there will be more of them."

Facts have proved that half of what Jia Desong said was bragging, and the other half was to make excuses for his laziness. After he finished a few questions and looked down, Class Seven was crazy.

"Is it that exaggerated?" He picked up the paper closest to him and looked at it, and said with a row of red crosses against his conscience: "This exam is easy for senior three."

Putting crosses on other people's papers effectively alleviated the collapse of his own wrong questions. Xu Tianrui was amused by the grades. .”

"Aren't all the papers you approved correct?" Jia Desong asked.

A girl raised her hand: "Teacher, yes."

"That's right," Jia Desong hurriedly walked around to stand in her row, "Look, isn't someone able to do this right?"

Being rude to outsiders, the girl immediately received a lot of hatred in capital letters.

Yao Yu yawned—he was a little sleepy.

Last night, Ding Yu pestered him to ask about the follow-up, and the WeChat message ding ding dong dong rang for more than half an hour before it stopped. He tried to pretend to be dead several times but was pulled back online by Ding Yu's "bang" news on purpose. The summary is One word: annoying.

But Yi Yi didn't have WeChat, so he couldn't experience Ding Yu's VIP service if he didn't meet him. In the morning, Yao Yu glared at him angrily and was about to ask for an explanation, but Xu Tianrui pushed him back to his seat.

These people seem to be afraid that they will fight.

Yao Yu uninterestedly marked an X on the paper, he didn't like this kind of homework class very much.

The teacher will explain the process in detail in order to clarify the train of thought for the students, but his thinking is jumping fast again. The feeling that he has already flown to the end and has to wait for others to arrive before he can leave makes people anxious. With a serious and responsible attitude towards the paper in his hand, he has already done other things.

Yao Yu turned the pen in agitation, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the pen in his hand was not pleasing to the eye, and each of them stood in a stalemate for a moment. The student surnamed Yao unscrewed the cap of the pen expressionlessly, and replaced it with a chocolate-flavored refill.

When the lid was tightened, he felt Yi Yi, who was focusing on something on the table, glanced sideways at him.

Yao Yu pretended to raise his head unintentionally. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Yi Yi's eyes on his desk, chasing after the pen refill bag on it, and seemed to have a lot of interest.

He rolled the bag into a ball and looked over again, and the eyes of the two met.

The classmate surnamed Yao heard teasing in his heart.

The sound of "hissing" in the classroom was endless, and Yao Yu sat quietly for a while, then reached out and handed Yi Yi a pen refill: "Here, I can borrow it for you, don't use black ones, it will not be eye-catching."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise and didn't speak.

Yao Yu understands that he was surprised by his "seeing all directions and listening to all directions" and "being brave and generous when he sees justice".

After all, it's quite embarrassing, not even a pen.

Gee tut.

I was still waiting for him to take it, but the man just looked at it in a daze, with the corners of his lips curled up, but he didn't move.

Yao Yu thought: Hypocritical.

If you don’t have a red pen, you can honestly admit it. The papers on the table are clean, and you don’t ask anyone to borrow them. Do you want to pretend to miss the batch?

Just when he thought Yi Yi was about to turn his head away, the man leaned over and took the bag from his hand.

……

It's difficult.

There was still a slight smell of chocolate on the package. Yi Yi's nose moved lightly, and he didn't rush to open it. He looked at the bag meaningfully for a while, as if he couldn't understand the Chinese language on it. Read the word three times.

Yao Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "No way." He leaned over with his eyes wide open and said, "It's 0.5 mm, you don't think it's important, do you?"

Yi Yi didn't move or speak, just shook his head silently, put the refill into the pencil case, and read his book again.

Yao Yu thought to himself: I probably owed him in my previous life to meddle in this business.

Jia Desong blah blah blah blah blah blah blah for half a class, and took the time to estimate the remaining questions. It was estimated that he would not be able to finish the lecture at this speed, so he immediately accelerated the speed of the lecture, and finally let Yao Yu find the feeling of adapting to this rhythm , and ignored the glamorous little prince next to him.

When get out of class was about to end, Xu Tianrui snapped his fingers at the orthographic characters on the draft book and said, "Fuck, I only got 30 points right."

Liang Jinrao said in surprise, "You can still remember how many questions you got wrong."

"I'm not stupid," Xu Tianrui smacked his lips, then turned to ask Su Shanyang, "How much did Brother Yao say this time?"

Ever since they knew that Yao Yu got all pairs in his summer homework, this group of people began to be keen to guess the correct rate of Yao Yu's homework. As Yao Yu's roommate, Su Shanyang has a natural advantage in this aspect, and Xu Tianrui can't guess him every time. .

Su Shanyang didn't stay in the dormitory on the weekend, and lost the opportunity to check the answer with Xueba Yao. Xu Tianrui chased after him and gambled with him all day.

Sure enough, Su Shanyang faltered for a moment: "About ten spaces."

The ratio method he used, based on his many years of experience, generally made three times as many questions as Yao Yu's. He made [-] mistakes on this [-]-empty paper, so Yao Yu should make about [-] mistakes.

Xu Tianrui snorted and said, "Ten? I don't think so. With Brother Yao's level, I would believe all of them."

In fact, he was just talking casually, obviously thinking about ten, but in the end, Su Shanyang took the lead, so he could only brag about it even more.

The two were trying their best to guess. On the podium, Jia Desong saw that there was still more than a minute before the end of get out of class, and began to ask Class Nine about the homework: "Let me see if you have less than half of the mistakes in the papers you graded?"

The audience cheered and raised half their hands.

Jia Desong said cheerfully, "Hey, isn't this okay?"

The representative of the chemistry class said ruthlessly, "Half of them didn't even pass the pass mark."

Jia Desong smiled for a moment, then asked again: "Are there any mistakes of less than ten?"

There were three remaining in the raised hand.

"Bring me the test paper and let me see who it is." Jia Desong stood on the stage and waved to them, and saw the girl who had talked with him just stand up.

Jia Desong became interested and asked her, "Whose paper is yours?"

Once again, the girl was stunned by the hatred in capital letters, and said in disbelief: "I got it from our class!"

Class Seven:? ? ?

Jia Desong said: "Oh? Such a coincidence, it can't be the test paper of your class exchange student?"

The representative of the chemistry class may have had too much resentment for being selected. He heard the words and said again: "Teacher, he didn't hand in his homework."

"Just kidding," Jia Desong calmly remembered the face of the class representative, and asked while recalling his name: "Then how many mistakes are there in this paper?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, held the paper up to her eyes, nervously scanned it from beginning to end to make sure she was not dazzled, and then said softly, "That's right."

Class Seven:? ? ?

Jia Desong was stunned for a moment, and didn't think of the name, and before the girl passed by, he walked over and pulled the paper away.

He said "oh" and said, "Class representative, I have a question, who is Yao-yu in your class?"

Class Seven went crazy again.

Yao Yu didn't think there was anything at first, but "coincidentally" heard the uproar around him, and "coincidentally" remembered that he had a "same deskmate" who happened to be a chemistry major.

He also saw the difficulty of this paper.

Yao Yu turned sideways and passed the paper forward in a leisurely manner, wanting Yi Yi to see what the face of the legendary person with a full score looks like, when he saw this person suddenly returned to the world amidst the "fuck me", and took out a piece of paper from under the book. With a red pen, I started marking the paper.

When he finished approving, the bell rang.

Before Yao Yu was squashed, Yi Yi put the paper on his desk: "Full marks, hand it in for me."