The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

Zhou Xing listened quite seriously at the beginning, but after being "scorned" by Yu Jue later, he felt uneasy, his thoughts gradually went astray, he was no longer on the point of learning, and he didn't even bother to pretend.

Yu Jue explained a question ten times, but he never got it right once.

Under the torment of Zhou Xing, a "stupid guy", Yu Jue finally showed a little tiredness. He changed the topic, but Zhou Xing still didn't get it right.

Now, Yu Jue didn't want to believe the multiplication formula, so he couldn't help but believe it a little bit.

he so...

Provincial champion?

I really can't see it.

Scholars can't figure it out either.

After get out of class, the bullies in the classroom love to learn, love to learn, eat too much, and watch Zhou Xing.

"What are you looking at me for?" Zhou Xing unscrewed the bottle cap and drank the water unhurriedly, without any sense of tragedy in him.

As if the failure after trying his best is not him.

"Are you... not sad?"

"What are you sad about? Grades? Well, it's good to see this kind of thing, and it's not the first time."

"But you worked hard this time..."

"Hard work doesn't mean it will pay off."

"You are so strong..."

"It's okay, being strong doesn't count, it's all stubbornness after being destroyed."

"Woooooooo..."

"?"

Zhong Zhiming was quite moved, he said to Zhou Xing: "Idol, do you want to come to my house on weekends?"

Zhou Xing: "Why are you going to your house?"

Zhong Zhiming held his head high and held his chest high, earnestly: "I have decided to tutor you for two days and two nights, and you can sleep at my house and eat at my house for those two days! What do you think?"

frenzied.

Zhou Xing turned the pen, showing embarrassment: "I don't think so."

Zhong Zhiming was lost: "Why..."

For the sake of the idol's studies, class leader Xiao Ming plans to fight for it again: "Other day?"

Zhou Xing's expression did not change: "There is something at home."

This is just an excuse, there is nothing wrong with his family, his parents have gone abroad again, Zhou Zhao is still busy, leaving him bored alone.

It's fine to fool people and put on a show, but you want him to study on weekends?

That's impossible okay.

It will be the monthly exam soon, and Zhou Xing has already planned to get a good score. At the same time, he has to work hard.

It was precisely because the monthly exam was approaching that the top students panicked, worrying that Zhou Xing would still fail the exam.

Of course, there are concerns about lowering the average score, and more concerns about hitting the self-confidence of the reformed school bully.

Zhong Zhiming was determined in his heart. After thinking hard, he said: "Then I will come over to give you tutoring after class, or you choose the time, what do you think?"

Squad leader Xiao Ming looked at Zhou Xing expectantly.

The number one fan, Zhou Xing has only heard of it, but never seen it.

At that time, his grades were all full marks, his answering skills were too beautiful, and he was high-profile and friendly, and there were too many people who admired him, so he didn't pay much attention to Zhong Zhiming at that time.

Because of his excellent grades, he has attracted a lot of attention (of course, there is also a bonus of good looks later), he bears the hopes of many people, and they all want to look up to the elegant demeanor of the provincial champion.

As beautiful as the front is, the rear is as ugly as it is, but Zhou Xingming knows what he will do next, so he still accepts everything brazenly.

"It's not impossible, it's just too much trouble for you." Zhou Xing rubbed his chin in thought, and suddenly pointed the finger at Yu Jue, "Why don't you do it this way, if you don't understand, just ask my deskmate."

Ask the Xueshen, that's a good relationship!

only......

Zhong Zhiming shifted his gaze to Yu Jue, who had been immersed in writing Olympiad questions beside him, and he stopped writing only after listening to Zhou Xing's words.

He didn't speak, just looked at Zhou Xing, his indifferent glazed eyes made it impossible to see any emotion.

"You will teach me, right?" Zhou Xing guessed Zhong Zhiming's concerns, and looked at Yu Jue with a smile on his face.

Yu Jue didn't answer, and continued to write the Olympiad questions.

Zhou Xing didn't change his face about such a shameless deskmate, he said with a smile: "He agreed, you can rest assured, and review more when you have time."

Zhong Zhiming wanted to say, how did you see that Xue Shen agreed?Why didn't he even see a trace of promise.

Hmm...Maybe it's time to see people's hearts?

No, the idol said it, and Xueshen didn't refute it.

Zhong Zhiming made an uh, and made a cheering gesture: "Then... come on, idol!"

Zhou Xing imitated him: "Come on!"

a ghost.

Zhou Xing knew that in the short twenty minutes Yu Jue taught him, his patience was exhausted, and when he came across his multiplication formula, he immediately refused to talk to him.

For this reason, he wanted to say something.

how?Who do you look down on? !

In the next few classes, Zhou Xing still wrote and drew in the textbook. He made up stories for the characters in the book. question.

The tablemate is Yu Jue, Zhou Xing is lucky in this regard, at least he won't be like other high school masters, chasing after him for tutoring, not caring about him, not talking too much when he sees something,

The above situation will take effect on the premise that Zhou Xing has not violated the classroom discipline.

After a day of class, class one finally ushered in the physical education class.

Chen Chuirui wiped his tear-free cheeks with a tissue, and looked like a young man who had suffered for more than 20 years, but he was in his early years: "The party and the people are looking forward to it, looking forward to it! The road is bright! The future is full of hope." !"

Chen Jianfeng, who had the same surname and different name from him, couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped his relatives for not recognizing him: "Shit! I'm the sports committee member. If you want to cry, it's not your turn to cry."

Chen Chuirui was so painful from the beating, he groaned and cursed: "You are a fucking dog."

The top students had been playing and waiting on the playground for a long time. When the bell rang, they lined up under Chen Jianfeng's leadership.

According to the old rules, run three times around the playground, and then do some other sports. Listening to Chen Yang's whistle, the team disbands.

Zhou Xing touched a ping-pong racket and stood beside the ping-pong table. It happened that the person who touched another ping-pong racket was Chen Chuirui.

Chen Chuirui didn't know that there was a school bully among the table tennis rackets. In essence, he was still a little afraid of Zhou Xing, and he didn't dare to overreach.

With a smug smile on his face, he yelled at those who didn't grab it: "Come, come, who will be at my table."

All the masters gathered at the table, and he was the only one left waiting for another predestined person.

"Ximen Chuixue?"

"Hey, I'm here." Chen Churui heard someone calling him, and looked subconsciously. When he saw someone coming, his smile froze, until he saw the ping pong racket in the school bully's hand, his expression cracked instantly.

Zhou Xing didn't seem to notice Chen Chuirui's emotional ups and downs, and approached him with a smile, holding a table tennis racket in one hand and tapping the palm of the other hand: "Are you serving?"

Just as he was talking, Zhou Xing grabbed a ping pong ball and tossed it lightly.

His movements are willful, in Chen Chuirui's eyes, they are as heavy as lead.

Chen Chuirui smiled weakly: "You go first."

He wants to escape, who will save him.

The author has something to say: The eyes should be inflamed these days, swollen and red, and a little painful... Recently, there are a lot of three-dimensional things, so I have less QoQ