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After the three-day exam was over, the devastated students still had no time to breathe, because the analysis of the test papers and the announcement of the results were followed by a storm.

"Brother Cong, the top three seem to be in our class this time." The back table poked Jian Cong.

Jian Cong paused his pen and asked, "Which name is Gongsun Bodi?"

"It is said that it is very likely to fall out of the top five. Damn, I am also good at it."

Jian Cong smiled: "Impossible." Then he turned his head to the back table and said: "The execution result has not come out yet, don't rush to the guillotine."

Clenched fists at the back table, "Brother Cong, if I don't agree with anything else, I just want to convince you that you have a good attitude."

There was a commotion at the door, and someone shouted: "Math answer sheets have been handed out!" A group of people swarmed up.

Jian Cong could estimate his own score after finishing the test paper. He didn't expect much, but watched Lu Yanxue put his earphones on and close his eyes to rest. Jian Cong asked him, "Aren't you going to take the test paper?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone exclaimed "My God, my mother".

"Great God! 150!! Is it human!!" A paper was passed from the door to Jian Cong's hands.

Jian Cong stared at the "150" and clicked his tongue, then looked at the name, "Lu Yanxue".

"Fuck, my deskmate is awesome."

The corner of Lu Yanxue's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked sideways at Jian Cong, "Where's yours?"

Jian Cong has always been a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, but he felt a little embarrassed in his lifetime, and he prevaricated: "It hasn't been sent yet..."

"Brother Cong, your answer sheet!" Jian Cong's answer sheet was quickly handed over, with the bright red 105 next to the 150 next to it.

Lu Yanxue raised his eyebrows and looked at Jian Cong.

In fact, after looking at the paper carefully, I realized that Jian Cong made such a poor score. The first five multiple-choice questions were not written with 25 points.

Even when writing about classical probability, he scribbled down the answer.

Lu Yanxue scanned it once, and he was convinced. He turned to the two final questions, and as expected, only one or two points were deducted.

Lu Yan asked Jian Cong, "How long do you have left after finishing the paper?"

Jian Cong calculated, "It's about half an hour."

Lu Yanxue returned the answer sheet to him.

There is nothing wrong with this person, except that he does not want to learn.

Most of the reasons for poor grades can be broadly classified as knowledge acquisition. Whether it is a weak foundation or a bad mentality, it is basically a problem with the understanding and application of knowledge. Others can help you.

Only the three words of reluctance, rejuvenation is also a quack doctor, and the panacea is also a dog's skin plaster, and the god Da Luo can only do nothing.

Jian Cong was too familiar with Lu Yanxue's speechless expression.He smiled nonchalantly.

What he heard the most this year was "Jian Cong, you can't give up on yourself, you can't degenerate yourself".Sometimes he wants to ask the people who say these things, what is self-motivation in their eyes.

Some people's progress is to study hard.

Some people are motivated by hard work.

It seems that as long as you work hard, you will make progress no matter which direction you go.

But the criteria for judging hard work are always determined by others, so self-motivation is like a front-end vocabulary.

It has become a state that you want to show to others.

Jian Cong thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was no special person for him to show off.

His material needs have been met, but his spiritual needs have not had time to rise to this level, so he is stuck in the middle without embarrassment, becoming a troubled student.

Jian Cong went to school quite like a Buddha, simply put, he went to school according to his fate.

Except for some cases that need to be reported, they usually sleep until they wake up naturally, and then go to school.

He has a special situation, holding this pass, except for the occasional anxious eyes of the head teacher, the school will turn a blind eye to him.

These few days Jian Cong has been very good, and the exam came on time, but within a week, he showed his true colors again.

After that day, Jian Cong didn't come to school for two days, and no one was surprised in the classroom. Everyone was studying as usual, except for Lu Yanxue. When he occasionally raised his head and casually glanced to one side, the side was empty.

My heart is also empty.

A box of small biscuits was in his schoolbag, which he brought full in the morning and brought back full in the evening.

On the third day, Jian Cong finally came, and his image was quite eye-catching.

The corners of his mouth were still swollen, there was a Band-Aid on his face, a bandage was tied on his hand, and a fresh white scab stretched from his wrist to the tiger's mouth point.

When Jian Cong entered his seat, Lu Yanxue couldn't help but rubbed his ears and asked him, "How did you make yourself like this?"

Jian Cong stuffed his schoolbag into a drawer and asked Lu Yanxue, "Is there anything to eat?"

Lu Yanxue gave him the biscuits and a bottle of yogurt, and asked, "How did you do all this?"

"Let's fight." Jian Cong took a sip of yogurt, smiled lightly and said, "Don't follow me from a good classmate like you."

He drank the yogurt in one gulp, pinched the mouth of the bottle and stuffed it into the trash bag on the back table, and said, "Forget it, you fight harder than me, so why am I telling you this?"

Lu Yanxue's heart sank.

When Jian Cong is having fun with you, he is always joking and laughing all day long, which always makes people feel that he is careless.But when he was cold, sitting next to him didn't feel any warmth, as if his forehead was covered with frost, and there was love and indifference hanging on his slightly drooping eyelids.

This is not aimed at anyone, his whole body is capitalized "I'm annoying, don't provoke me", it's purely a status issue.

Lu Yanxue wanted to ask him "what's the trouble you're in", but he opened his mouth and found that he had no position to ask this question, so even if he asked, Jian Cong wouldn't answer it.

Jian Cong sat in the school honestly for a whole day, and when school was over, he was the first to leave the classroom by stepping on the bell.

When he left, Lu Yanxue was still writing calculations on paper. When Jian Cong left the classroom, Lu Yanxue stood up and took off his school uniform jacket. He was wearing a black hoodie inside. He put on headphones and a hood, followed Walked out behind Jian Cong.

Jian Cong's walking posture always has a lazy and ruffian air. Even though his appearance is neat and not out of the ordinary, anyone who sees him at the first sight will think that this is a bad boy. Always at odds with others.

Lu Yanxue followed Jian Cong not far or near on his bicycle. He didn't turn around until he saw Jian Cong returned home as usual, and then returned to school.

When Jian Cong arrived home, he stood in front of the French window of his room, watching the black shadow disappear in the crowd, he gave a soft "tsk", "Same table, you are dishonest."

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