Strawberry West Toast

When Pei Yiwei left the water room with the elderly kettle, Wang Zhen came back to it.

Is it equivalent to one-on-one tutoring?

When Pei Yiwei said he was responsible, he was indeed responsible, and when he said he was old-fashioned, he was also old-fashioned.That day, he didn't get angry when the conversation broke down, and he gave him his notes after class, and he was so conscientious after the exam, it seemed that he was especially lazy and not doing his job properly.

Wang Zhen felt a little uncomfortable, and it was only 2 yuan. As for being so serious?

Back in the classroom, the people on the bulletin board had almost dispersed, and there were two or three girls left, all of whom were short girls. They were probably blocked by the wall just now.

Looking at the results, it was almost like scratching for Wang Zhen. If he could win ten yuan, he was lucky, and it was normal if he didn’t. If he won the big prize, Wang Zhen had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

For example, now, Wang Zhen carefully raised his eyes and scratched off the first number——

[language: 108]

OK.

Wang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Continue to the next number——

[Math: 74]

Wang Zhen thumped his chest, making his dying heart beat again.

The next one is English, 105, which is about the same as usual.

With the last three doors left in Scratch, Wang Zhen held his breath.

Just pointing at this point, Wang Zhen exhaled slowly, but before he could raise his eyelids, the girl next to him suddenly let out a hey.

"Why is Wen Zong 170?" The girl was surprised, "How did this person get into Wen Shi?"

Wang Zhen paused and raised his eyes. Although he already knew the result, his heart stopped beating for a few seconds when he saw the score.

The girl was still surprised, Wang Zhen put his hand in his pocket, looked at the girl and said, "You lost your school card."

The girl was stunned, the school card was lying at her feet, and the girl quickly picked it up.

"Thanks," said the girl, "almost stepped on it."

After the girl left, Wang Zhen stood in front of the report card, staring blankly at the rows of numbers in black and white.

There are all "6" in a line, and there is no one like him who starts with "4".

There is no one else.

what does this mean?

Means he's out of place, means he doesn't belong here.

If the score sheet is a first-degree earthquake, then the following commentary is the earthquake of the century that shook the Great Rift Valley in East Africa.

Xu Zhonghai picked up the grade sheet of a single subject and glanced at it. He was stunned and said, "Why do you still have a classmate with a math 74?"

Xu Zhonghai said it unintentionally, but the class immediately fell silent, and the ensuing discussion almost overturned Wang Zhen's spiritual cover.

"Who is 74?" Someone said in a low voice.

"I don't know," another person said, "I must have written the wrong answer sheet."

"It's not like that," another voice said, "That person is not high in all subjects, did he get in?"

"Quiet!" Xu Zhonghai patted the podium, "Let's give a lecture."

Xu Zhonghai turned on the projector, checked a few questions according to the pre-class feedback, and looked up at the bottom of the podium: "Pei Yiwei, bring up the answer sheet."

Pei Yiwei handed over the answer sheet, Xu Zhonghai looked back and forth, and said: "There are two solutions to this question, the one I just talked about is one, and Pei Yiwei used the other. His steps are less, everyone. Take a look, it's best to copy it down."

Everyone in the class buried their heads in copying the questions, and Wang Zhen didn't even understand what Xu Zhonghai meant by the first one. Xu Zhonghai suddenly glanced at him and said, "The one in the third row, why are you still looking at it stupidly?"

After the voice fell, everyone in the surrounding circle looked over. The bright red 74 in the upper right corner of the answer sheet was very eye-catching. The class fell silent for a moment, and then everyone turned their heads again.

The rustle of copying questions, the sound of light breathing, the sound of moving water bottles, the class was as quiet as a cemetery.

Xu Zhonghai commented on the test paper and said: "After correcting the wrong questions, hand them over to the department representative. I will see where you are all wrong."

Because it is a cross-check paper, this test paper was not evaluated by Xu Zhonghai. Wang Zhen didn't know that there was a rule in the key class. Where are people's weaknesses, so that they can be strengthened purposefully.

Wang Zhen made too many wrong questions, and Xu Zhonghai took a "picky and picky" style of commenting on the test papers. He only explained those who made a lot of mistakes in the class, and only one or two people made mistakes and skipped them directly, so there was basically no talk about selection and filling in the blanks. , and Wang Zhen's selection was particularly tragic, and almost none of them were right.

Jiang Yu is the representative of the mathematics class. After class, there is an endless stream of people who come to him to hand in the answer sheets.Wang Zhen stuffed the papers into the desk bucket, walked out of the classroom to breathe, he could still lie to himself before the grades came out, there is no difference between the honest people and him, they are all [-] or [-] kids, but once the grades come out, people are different from each other. The gap between them is revealed.

Surrounded by Pei Yiwei's table, people who wanted to see his answer sheet almost lined up. Pei Yiwei put the paper on the table, walked to the podium, and began to wipe the blackboard.

"Your name is Wang Zhen?" The health commissioner stood at the door and looked at Wang Zhen, "You are on duty in the afternoon, don't forget."

Wang Zhen ignored him, lying on the low wall with his arms folded.There were people chasing and joking in the corridor, talking about rankings and answers.

It turned out that the class liked to talk about these things after the exam, but with Yang Hang around, he could still talk about painting.

Sometimes he is very envious of those in the art high school, talking frankly about what styles he likes and what styles he doesn't like.In Wenshi, simple graffiti will also attract Cai Zhuoxi's extraordinarily awkward compliments.

At the beginning, he planned to take the art high school exam, but was stopped by Wang Xiuming, who said that the people in the high school of art are just dawdling with diplomas, and they are worthless people.After Mu Xin escaped, Wang Xiuming became more determined not to let him study art. He couldn't even mention it at home, and he would quarrel if he mentioned it.

It is possible to live by just drifting with the tide, but it is ugly.

He wants to live a good life.

Wang Zhen's answer sheet was the last one to hand in. Jiang Yu saw his score and didn't urge him to change it slowly.Wang Zhen didn't have the nerve to ask this half-baked department representative for the test paper. After much deliberation, he could only borrow the answer sheet from Pei Yiwei.

"Then what?" Wang Zhen patted Pei Yiwei's stool, "Can I borrow the answer sheet?"

Pei Yi paused, took out the answer sheet from Jiang Yu, and handed it to Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen turned to the big topic, looked at Pei Yiwei's steps, and then looked at his own, feeling a little stuck again.

"What does this step mean?" Wang Zhen said, "Why did you suddenly jump out of the result?"

"It's a theorem," Pei Yiwei said, "Give me the textbook."

"Oh." Wang Zhen took out the table bucket and handed over the textbook.

Pei Yiwei didn't look at the catalog and opened it directly. Wang Zhen suddenly remembered the graffiti on the textbook and froze immediately.

And Pei Yiwei has already opened up the new learning side.

A headless muscular man lying on the margin of a book page.

Wang Zhen quickly grabbed the textbook: "Use your book."

Pei Yi paused for a moment, and said, "Did you draw it in front of a photo?"

! ! ! !Hold

Can you please stop asking?

I am very embarrassed.

Wang Zhen almost tore up the textbook, embarrassed for a long time, and said: "Silence, how dare you look at your phone in class."

"Oh," Pei Yiwei said, "it's pretty similar."

Fuck×2

Wang Zhen slammed the book shut and stuffed it into the table, intending to end this strange topic, but Pei Yiwei said another sentence.

"Why don't you draw the head?"

"...No reason," Wang Zhen said, "Can we stop talking about this?"

Pei Yiwei looked at him, didn't say anything, took out his textbook from the desk bucket, and turned to the side just now.

Xueshen's book is really clean, there is nothing but notes, but the notes are a bit ugly, which affects the overall perception.

"Here," Pei Yiwei pointed to the book, "memorize the theorems by heart."

Wang Zhen nodded quickly, the embarrassment just now hadn't gone away, and now seeing Pei Yiwei's arms was a little uncomfortable, after all, he thought the lines of this person's shoulders and arms were pretty before.

"If you are not familiar with the theorems, you can't do the questions," Pei Yiwei said, "There are extensions of the theorems."

"The two in the second and third rows," a female teacher suddenly said, "Class is over!"

Wang Zhen paused. He rang the bell just now, but he didn't listen carefully. He saw that it was indeed time for class.

The female teacher walked up to the podium, looked at them, and said, "Why are you discussing so seriously?"

Jiang Yu continued: "The two of them discussed mathematics."

"Oh," said the female teacher, "it really is Wenshi, and they are all children who love to learn."

The female teacher cleared her throat, turned on the multimedia, and said, "Then let's go to class. I'm Liang Qing, your art teacher for this semester."

Wang Zhen originally thought that according to the rhythm of the text, the class of "West Lake, you are full of water" such as Yinmeiti should be confiscated, but he didn't expect that the art would still be taken.

Jiang Yu explained in a low voice: "Just after the exam, I need to change my mind. This is called combining work and rest."

Wang Zhen has never been "toiled", it can only be regarded as a combination of leisure and leisure.

"Hey," Jiang Yu seemed to have no one to talk to, and kept poking Wang Zhen with a fountain pen, "Ms. Liang is very pretty, a bit like Li Jiaxin."

"Speak louder," Wang Zhen said coldly, "Are you afraid that people won't hear you?"

"Be quiet, everyone," Liang Qing turned on the computer, "This class is mainly for everyone to watch movies."

"It's good to watch a movie," Jiang Yu said, "What are you watching, teacher?"

"A painter's life." Liang Qing said.

"Ah." Jiang Yu obviously let out a sigh of relief.

The art class was originally a water class. In the first year of high school, no one listened to it. They just wrote their homework at the bottom. Some people who didn’t like studying would look up to watch it. But the teacher usually only showed documentaries. To be honest, it was very boring. There are not many who can stand it, and Wang Zhen is one of them.

The literary people are even more exaggerated. There are all kinds of people writing questions, reading books, memorizing words, and dazed, but few of them look up at the screen.

Liang Qing guessed that it was the young teacher leading the experimental class for the first time. After a while, no one listened, and his expression was a bit ugly.I was really excited to watch it myself, so I stopped the documentary, looked at the students below, and said, "I'll ask a few questions."

The class fell silent, those who did their homework and those who memorized vocabulary immediately put down their pens, and those who were in a daze also raised their heads. Only Pei Yiwei raised his eyelids and continued to read.

"In the film, what style did Miller switch from to realistic rural landscape painting?" Liang Qing asked.

Most people were still afraid of the teacher, so they asked each other in low voices.

"I'll call the roll if no one takes the initiative?" Liang Qing glanced at the list, and Wang Zhen could almost hear Jiang Yu gasping.

"No one really took the initiative?" Liang Qing probably didn't expect this situation, holding the list and laughing awkwardly.

"Then order a top student," Liang Qing smiled, "Who has the best grades in our class?"

If gazes can be materialized, then Pei Yiwei's back is already covered with various gazes.

"The classmate who was discussing mathematics just now," Liang Qing said, "then you."

Pei Yi paused for a moment, stood up, and said, "I didn't listen."

"Ah, here." Jiang Yu looked at Wang Zhen in shock, and Wang Zhen was equally shocked.

If embarrassment can be substantiated, Wenshi should have been overwhelmed by embarrassment by now.

"Ah, then sit down first." Liang Qing laughed dryly, "Then what about the classmate wearing glasses at the back?"

Cai Zhuoxi was looking at the vocabulary book, when he heard someone calling him, he stood up reflexively: "What did you say?"

"..." Liang Qing put down the list, seemingly disheartened.

Wang Zhen sighed and raised his hand.

Liang Qing's eyes lit up: "Say it."

"Rococo." Wang Zhen said.

"By the way," Liang Qing nodded, "Then which country did it originate from?"

"France." Wang Zhen thought for a while and said.

"Well, it's good," Liang Qing said, looking at Cai Zhuoxi, "That classmate, you can sit too."

There was sparse applause in the class, and Cai Zhuoxi sat back slowly.

Liang Qing probably didn't expect anyone to be able to answer, so he was quite excited, stopped the film, and started talking about Miller in a chattering voice.

The people at the bottom were afraid that she would ask questions again, so they dared not listen. They were awkward in a water class, until the end of class, Cai Zhuoxi was still slumped, as if he hadn't escaped from the embarrassment of "being asked by the teacher but unable to answer".

"Why haven't I heard Rococo in the film?" Jiang Yu said, "Didn't they always talk about landscape paintings?"

Cai Zhuoxi said: "I didn't hear it, I don't know."

After speaking, he glanced at Wang Zhen and said, "Thank you."

Wang Zhen lay on the book and said, "You're welcome."

Cai Zhuoxi couldn't help laughing, and said, "You're quite polite."

"No," Wang Zhen said, "I'll be more polite."

Cai Zhuoxi smiled: "So what is Luo Keke?"

"A painting style, which is actually not mentioned in the film, Liang Qing deliberately scares you." Wang Zhen said.

"Yin, femme fatale," Jiang Yu said, "I didn't expect Brother Zhen to have a lot of knowledge."

"Fart," Wang Zhen said, "Knowing Rococo means having a wide range of knowledge?"

"Then ordinary people don't know." Jiang Yu said.

Wang Zhen turned his head, Jiang Yu's tone was very sincere, unlike Cai Zhuoxi's mocking compliment that day, which made people feel very comfortable.

Although there is nothing to be happy about answering the questions correctly in the water class, Wang Zhen couldn't help but feel complacent.

hum.

Although the preliminary examination was a mess, it was not to the point of being useless.

People... always act good when they get cheap.

So why the spirit of Ah Q can be passed down from generation to generation.