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The midterm exam came as scheduled, and the seats were ranked according to the results. As far as the first few classrooms were concerned, almost everyone was acquaintances.

Jian Cong sat in No. [-] of the second classroom.

Everyone who entered the classroom to find a seat had to say hello when they saw Jian Cong: "Yo, brother Jian, welcome to class two."

"Brother Jian is second again? 6666."

Jian Cong was surprised, who gave them the courage to laugh at his grade 51 who was ranked behind him.

Although there are 37 students in a class, there is nothing wrong with him being the second in the class.

However, the skinny camel was bigger than a horse, so someone clapped their hands together towards Jian Cong, and said servilely, "Brother Cong, remember to help your brother in the math exam."

Jian Cong didn't care, so he asked him, "Where are you sitting?"

The man pointed to the third from the bottom in the last row, "The third from the bottom, this is fate, Brother Cong."

Jian Cong was shocked: "Fuck, you have to copy across the Pacific Ocean? Can you receive my brainwaves if I send you?"

"Mobile phone, send bluetooth, can it work?"

Jian Cong couldn't help: "You'd better be self-reliant, brother."

"Brother Cong, you... hey, is that from your class?"

Jian Cong turned his head and saw a girl with ponytails hurried in through the back door with her head lowered.

The boy who spoke was half-sitting on Jian Cong's table, raised his leg and kicked the girl's table leg, and asked, "Hey, are you good at math?"

The girl just sat down with her head bowed, and hurriedly shook her head.

"It's better than me, let me copy it."

The girl whispered, "I'm not good at math."

The boy plucked his ears with his hands, pretending to be exaggerated: "I can't hear you clearly, please speak up, why do you sound like a mosquito."

"Are you familiar with him and someone will copy it for you? I owe you?" Jian Cong stood up and grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him down, pushing, "Tsk, go back to your seat."

The boy was reluctant: "I just asked casually, why are the students in your experimental class like this."

"Hmm, I'm going to beat you now."

Jian Cong kicked the stool impatiently, and the bang bang sound made the boy slip away obediently.

Jian Cong turned around and knocked on the girl's desk, saying: "There are all kinds of weird things these days, so don't pay too much attention to them."

"I don't." The girl looked up at Jian Cong, then lowered her head and stared at her test bag.

A mid-term exam, so nervous?

Jian Cong glanced at her knuckles that were clenched until they turned white.

The first test was Chinese, with normal difficulty. Except for correcting wrong sentences and finding the wrongly formatted subjective question at the end, everything else was smooth.

There were more than ten minutes left for Jian Cong to finish writing the composition. He bit the pen cap and went back to check.

This sick sentence.

A. According to display. (exclude

B. In order to cultivate...virtues, organize...activities, and decide to complete...services. (can't read

C. Real-time is a characteristic of ..., and it spreads ... to ... through pictures. (What the fuck??

D. Children whose parents are mild-mannered tend to smile more... (Fuck.

Jian Congmeng didn't even bother to figure it out, so he left it blank and turned to the last question.

Check for five letter formatting errors.

Jian Cong read the whole article and felt that this letter was much better than his writing, so he scratched a few words on the answer sheet.

"Can't find it, there's nothing wrong with it, there's something wrong with the question!"

The second class is physics, routine operations.

Except that Youdao took Jian Cong nearly 10 minutes to draw several pictures repeatedly to answer the question, but he rang the bell as soon as he raised his head before writing the answer process.

Jian Cong threw away the pen, fuck, go eat.

Lu Yanxue was also coming out of the same classroom with Gongsun Bo. He didn't know what they said, and Gongsun Bo was arguing with red faces.

"The mass is 1 kilogram and the acceleration is 2."

"wrong."

Seeing Jian Cong standing at the back door, Lu Yanxue raised his hand to beckon.

"Say what?" Jian Cong asked.

Gongsun Bo immediately turned to him, "That physics problem, how much acceleration did you calculate?"

Jian Cong hesitated for a moment: "It doesn't count, one of the two possibilities must be ruled out."

"Absolutely only 2." Gongsun Bo tried his best to find a teammate, and he crackled about his answering process: "According to the overall analysis..."

Lu Yanxue sighed, "According to the overall analysis, the final force on the MN is only the spring, but the elastic force is already smaller than the maximum static friction of the MN, so the MN will not slide together. Your method is wrong."

Gongsun Bo was dumbfounded.

Lu Yanxue said, "Let's eat now."

Jian Cong thought about it carefully and understood, "At the beginning it was the same acceleration, but the MN did not slip, so the maximum static friction of the MN was greater than the acceleration."

Lu Yanxue nodded, "Remove the friction force and check it out."

Gongsun Bo was dumbfounded, and thumped the wall, "This is a pit, a prehistoric pit."

Jian Cong comforted him: "Don't be sad, there are still a few subjects, what if it's too early? Hahahahaha." He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly and went to eat.

Gongsun Bo pointed at Jian Cong in disbelief and asked Lu Yanxue: "Why should he laugh at me, who doesn't even count?"

"Probably, with a better mentality than you?"

Gongsun Bo: "..."

There is only one history subject in the afternoon, and after the test is self-study time, of course, for many people, this is the time to check the answers.

For example, at the back table of Jane Cong.

"I'll go, Brother Cong and I didn't match six multiple-choice questions!"

Then he compared Jian Cong with physics, "There are only two multiple-choice questions, um...Brother Cong, what are you writing about?"

"B."

"It's over, there's one more."

Someone asked, "Who has Brother Cong's history?"

The number one in the class waved Jian Cong's test paper: "Online marking, no deception."

The class suddenly burst into laughter.

Jane Cong sighed pretendingly, "Students also have dignity..." When he said this, he dragged his tone to match the atmosphere in the class, and he didn't want his deskmate to take it seriously.

"Give me Jian Cong's paper." Lu Yanxue got up and knocked twice on the first table.

"Wait until I get the last version..."

"Give it to me." Lu Yanxue accentuated his tone. There were few people in the class, and this little voice spread, and the class became inexplicably quiet.

The first one was a little confused, so he still took the pen and handed him the test paper.

Lu Yanxue walked back and glanced at Jian Cong's back table, who immediately handed him the scroll with both hands.

"What's wrong?" Jian Cong was also a little puzzled, "Do you want to watch it too?"

Lu Yanxue pursed his lips and lowered his head, folded a few test papers and placed them neatly on Jian Cong's desk, and said, "Since you are unhappy, don't give it to others casually in the future."

After the silence, whispers sounded.

"Is it because we are a little bit too old?" Some students whispered.

"Is Jian Cong not angry?"

"I'm sorry, Jian Cong." Someone shouted.

Jian Cong said helplessly, "Hey, it's okay."

In a corner where no one else was paying attention, the girl lying on the table and covering the paper showed her eyes and looked at Lu Yanxue.

Lu Yanxue handed his paper to Jian Cong, "Ask me if there is anything you don't understand."

Jian Cong: "Aha?"

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