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After receiving the letter of war, the confrontation between the two armies was put on the bright side.All of a sudden, Post Bar, Weibo, and Moments were all blown up.

Some people said that they thought that the first middle school and the third middle school were old and dead, but they didn't expect that they fell in love and killed each other.

There are also people in the post bar posting so-called first-line news, saying that the war is because the provincial number one has jumped to the third middle school, and some people in the first middle school can't understand him.

The reply below is that Yizhong takes jujube pills, and the provincial number one can't stay anymore.

Of course, there are also a few IDs who pop up and say that this is not necessarily the case. The record of No. [-] middle school in the province has not been broken in the past three years, and the first guess is that there will be another replacement.

Jian Cong smiled while flipping through the posts, and suddenly Lu Yanxue raised his hand and knocked him.

"Stop playing, listen to the class."

Jian Cong had no choice but to put away his mobile phone and stared at the podium, and couldn't hold on after 2 minutes.

"What's so good about finding a common term for a sequence of numbers?"

Looking around, it turns out that secretly everyone is doing their own thing, writing geometry, doing trigonometric functions, and even brushing copybooks.

"He just added knowledge points."

"Huh?" Jian Cong was a little confused.

Lu Yanxue was a little helpless, "Sn is equal to 2n square -n, please find the general term formula."

Jian Cong took a piece of paper and started to count, but Lu Yanxue stopped him and said, "In a second, the answer is an=4n-3."

Jian Cong: "?!"

There was a smile on Lu Yanxue's face: "Routine, the coefficient of n square is the tolerance, and the coefficient of n in the general term is twice the tolerance."

"There's also the fixed point theorem, which is..."

The feeling of sitting next to the learning god is to take you to speed up on the broad road of knowledge every minute. Jian Cong just spent 5 minutes inexplicably learning what the teacher said in the first 10 minutes.

When the get out of class was over, a group of hula-la gathered around.

"Lu Shen, show me this question, why can't I do this?"

"Brother Lu, what is the scope of the theorem that the teacher said just now?"

……

Jane Congsheng was squeezed out of her seat.

After receiving the post, the enthusiasm for learning in the class turned five times at once. Even the Chinese teacher, who usually comes and goes freely and is deserted, was blocked by someone with homework when going to the toilet.

The homeroom teacher didn't know where he found out about this, and he kept sighing: "It would be great if there were people posting battle posts every day."

The students were full of fighting spirit, except Jian Cong.

This person shouted loudly, and once became the main member of the main combat faction, but in actual actions, he was even more passive than the main peace faction, dragging his legs back, and was finally kicked out of the main combat faction camp, and was regarded as extremely Die-hard conservatives.

The students soon realized that self-improvement was useless. After all, the ceiling was still supported by God Lu, but their feet were still empty. The first one was already working very hard, but the second one was going to die and vowed to sit on the floor. wear.

How does this work? !

As a result, there was a scene in the first class of the second year of senior high school that moved the third middle school. In the class, the students with middle grades hugged Lu Shen's thighs and crazily improved themselves, while the students with upper middle grades surrounded Jian Cong earnestly, and were about to put his pile of old people to death. Mud lifted from the ground.

And outside the class, the fancy way of besieging and chasing teachers of various subjects has also become a beautiful landscape in No. [-] Middle School.

"I don't even dare to walk home now." A teacher said with emotion, "It took me 10 minutes to walk home yesterday, and I walked out of the school gate for half an hour yesterday."

The teachers expressed that they were too enthusiastic, too enthusiastic, and couldn't bear it.

Similarly, Lu Yanxue and Jian Cong couldn't stand it any longer. There was nothing they could do during class breaks, and Niao Dun could no longer avoid this group of frenzied students, so they could only slip away faster than rabbits when school was over.

"Go, go, go!"

Lu Yanxue rode the bike out of the school gate, Jian Cong stepped on the back seat, grabbed Lu Yanxue's clothes, and fled like flying.

"Your small wheels can hardly carry us, do you want to change to a mountain bike?" Jian Cong shouted from the back seat.

Lu Yanxue said: "Blood is expensive in the mountains, so you can sell a kidney for it."

Jian Cong asked, "When is your birthday?"

Lu Yanxue: "The first day of next month."

"What a coincidence, what the hell."

"You too?"

Jian Cong chuckled: "No, it's my last day in December."

"Don't talk about the month, I feel cold when I talk about it." Lu Yanxue shouted at him.

Jian Cong let go of the hand that was pulling the clothes with a smirk on his face, and then, taking advantage of Lu Yanxue's unpreparedness, he stretched in from the hem of the clothes and stuck to Lu Yanxue's waist, "I'll keep you warm, God Lu!"

"Don't make trouble!"

Lu Yanxue almost turned the car into a ditch.

The winter in the south is irrational. Halfway through the ride, it started to rain lightly. The cold rain combined with the cold northwest wind chilled the two of them. Jian Cong became more and more unlucky. Duan Lu sang directly: "The cold icy rain slapped on the face indiscriminately!"

"Warm tears mixed with cold rain!"

Lu Yanxue collapsed: "Get down!"

Fortunately, Lu's house was closer to the school, and they finally got home before the two were frozen into ice sculptures.

As soon as Mother Lu opened the door, she was taken aback by the two boys who were frozen into quails, and then hurriedly asked for bath water and ginger soup.

"Why don't you know where to hide, you two?" Lu's mother felt distressed and blamed.

"It was raining when we arrived at Wuyi Square, and there was no place to hide." Lu Yanxue said.

"Don't talk back, you don't know what to do when things happen, you just make excuses." Mother Lu scolded him.

Sitting next to him, Jian Cong smiled awkwardly, thinking that this counts as talking back?

The Lu family was very clean, almost to the point of being spotless.Things were not placed in a skewed manner, and even the shoes that Jian Cong and Lu Yanxue took off indiscriminately when he first entered the door were neatly stacked on the shoe rack.

The whole house was neat and tidy, and there was a kind of mysterious depression, and Lu's mother was flustered when she opened the door, and she was talking about Lu Yanxue's fault almost the rest of the time.Almost ignoring Jian Cong's presence.

Jian Cong glanced sideways at Lu Yanxue.Lu Yanxue held the bowl and stared at it, taking a sip from time to time, letting Lu's mother scold him without refusing to refute.

Jian Cong was an outsider, it was wrong to say anything at this time, he sat quietly for a while, and soon felt uncomfortable all over his body.There are countless dense nets in this room, which make people suffocate.

Seeing that the sky is getting dark, but the rain outside has not stopped.It doesn't matter to Jian Cong whether he can go back or not, but he can't just sit here and listen to people nagging.

"Auntie, it's getting dark outside..."

"Ah, it's so late, classmate, why don't you have dinner at our house first?"

Jian Cong swallowed, thinking about how to refuse.

"No need." Lu Yanxue suddenly interrupted, "He still has something to do at home, let's go back first."

Jian Cong received Lu Yanxue's light wink, and began to make nonsense about why the family members were worried, and had to rush back to do homework, and broke into a cold sweat when Lu's mother listened carefully.

Lu Yanxue sent Jian Cong to the door, handed him an umbrella and said, "Be careful on the road."

Jian Cong pointed out: "You also take care."

Lu Yanxue smiled, but his mood was not very high.

Jian Cong still wanted to comfort him, but he scratched his head and didn't know what to say. He was frowning and racking his brains, when Lu Yanxue suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pulled Jian Cong's fingertips, and whispered: "Don't think about it, Let's go back."

The door closed slowly, and Jian Cong twirled his fingertips unconsciously, feeling a little inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He couldn't explain the feeling clearly, so he could only use illusions to cover up the panic.