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I made up more than half a month of classes during the summer vacation, and in the last few days, I took the entrance exam as usual.He Zhaoyuan thought that he had taken three days off work to escape the unlucky day when grades were issued, but he didn't expect to be hit head-on when he came back.

The last two classes in the morning were mathematics class. Zhou Zongming, the head teacher, came aggressively with a stack of test papers, and flicked them on the podium: "I won't say anything else. You know how you did in the exam. I just send it out to you." For ten students, the students who read their names will come up to get the test papers, and the other class representatives will distribute them."

Zhou Zongming finished reading the top ten one by one, and the class representative was still handing out the test papers, which were passed around.

"This time the test paper is simple, but there are still not many high scores, but there are still many regressors. I have a question to ask you. Are the students who have seen the results satisfied with their own scores?"

A few people responded with a drawn out voice: "Not satisfied."

"Why do I feel that some people are very satisfied with themselves? Do you feel that your grades are stable every time you get a similar grade in the exam? It's fine if you don't regress, right, He Zhao?"

He Zhao hadn't gotten his test paper yet, so he was a little confused when he was called on suddenly: "??? No, of course not, Mr. Xiao Ming."

Zhou Zongming is the homeroom teacher and math teacher. He is around 40 years old. He is easy to get along with on weekdays and has a bit of a sense of humor. Many students call him Old Zhou or Teacher Xiaoming. He Zhao can see that he prefers the younger "Mr. Xiaoming" title.

Lao Zhou said: "No? Every time you say no, I believe you too. Where is He Zhao's test paper? Show him your score."

The teacher's anger is generally divided into fake anger and real anger. Lao Zhou saw it as fake anger. He just wanted to find someone to make fun of and make a simple example.

Generally, the teacher's criteria for selecting this kind of object are: those who have a good relationship with the teacher, are popular among classmates, and can withstand blows. He Zhao is such a model, and often bears such heavy burdens in the class.This was not the first time, several students turned their heads to look at He Zhao from the front row, with schadenfreude smiles on their faces.

He Zhao's test paper was finally passed across most of the classroom to his hand, the bright red 99.

150 points for mathematics 90 points pass, just passed the pass line of [-] points.

Lao Zhou adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and asked again: "How do you think you did in the exam?"

Mathematics has never been a subject that He Zhao is good at. He was relieved to pass, but he reviewed it very sincerely: "I am not satisfied, especially dissatisfied."

He was dissatisfied before Lao Zhou continued to attack the next contestant with satisfaction: "What are you laughing at, Luo Hao? You are happy to be a little higher than He Zhao, aren't you? You have been admitted to class A before, why are you even on the sidelines of class A now?" Can’t even touch it? Do you feel that your test score is very good after staying in the B-level class for a long time?”

Luo Hao shook his head again and again: "It's not bad, it's not good."

Lao Zhou shook the test paper: "Don't think that you should use the standards of the B-level class to demand yourself in the B-level class. Many students have great potential, and you all have to sprint to the A-level class. Okay, not much nonsense Said, let's look at the test paper, turn to the end, and start with the last big question."

Sixth Middle School is divided into ABC three-tier classes, there are two science classes A, two B classes, and the rest are C-tier classes.

Tests every Monday, monthly exams count as quizzes, mid-term exams and final exams count as major exams, coupled with the whim quizzes of teachers in various subjects, all kinds of exams, big and small, numb many students.However, the big exam is very special. Class ABC of No. [-] Middle School is not a once-and-for-all thing but a floating one. Students who can be admitted to the ranking of class A in the big exam will directly enter class A, and students who are ranked in class A will be relegated to other classes according to their grades.

Luo Hao's grades have always been ranked among the top in the class, he was squeezed into class A if he did well in the exam, and came back in despair after failing the exam.Come and go, everyone is used to it.

He Zhao has never had such troubles, and his grades have always been in the middle of class B.Anyway, for him, it is enough to successfully reach the undergraduate grades, and the rest is up to fate.

Lao Zhou was so excited to spit on the big topic on stage, He Zhao turned his pen and seemed to be listening carefully to the lecture, and went straight to the sky.

Anyway, if he could figure out the last big question, his math score wouldn't be hovering at 100 all the time.

People not only need to know where their bottom line is, but also know where their upper limit is, and learn to let themselves go.

When He Zhao's thoughts returned to the classroom, he finally noticed that his deskmate Yi Shi hadn't taken the exam, so there was no test paper.

Yi Shi stared at the blackboard silently, as if he was listening to Lao Zhou's topic very carefully, but he didn't even have a topic, and he didn't know if he could understand what he was talking about.

He Zhao made a "tsk" sound in his heart, thinking that this person was awkward or arrogant, so he took the initiative to tell him, could it be that a helpful person like him would be stingy to share a small math test paper?

He pressed the test paper and pushed it between the two tables.

Yi Shi did not refuse his kindness, looked down at the topic, and suddenly, he whispered: "Thank you."

He Zhao was taken aback for a moment, thinking he had heard it wrong, but when he realized that he was about to say "You're welcome", he saw Yi Shi staring at his messy question, and seemed to twitch the corner of his mouth imperceptibly for a moment.

I hurt my self-esteem.

A scumbag also has self-esteem.

He Zhao couldn't help complaining: "What expression do you have?"

Yi Shi didn't deny it: "It's a bit of a surprise."

He Zhaoji snorted lightly, and said angrily, "Can't you do it?"

Yi Shi glanced at him, knowing that He Zhao had misunderstood him.What surprised him was that compared to He Zhao, He Zhao's grades were mediocre and without bright spots. He was neither the best nor the worst. He thought it would be a little extreme.

Yi Shi: "I didn't mean that."

He Zhao asked persistently, "Then what do you mean?"

After a moment of silence, Yi Shi said, "Forget it."

He Zhao was speechless for a while: "The grass grew on the grave of the last person who talked to me like this, you know?"

Originally thought that Yi Shi would not talk to him again, but he replied again: "I don't know."

He Zhao was a little overjoyed, and clicked on the test paper: "You can paint it, change it, tick it, and draw it. I don't care, and I leave it to you."

After smashing out two heavy "you", he took out the test paper handed to him by the Chinese teacher from the belly of the table, and buried himself in writing.

Waiting for He Zhao to swim in the ocean of Chinese knowledge, rubbed his stomach, and felt hungry.

Teenagers are always hungry very fast, as soon as the last class in the morning is approaching, they are hungry like torture.He poked Jiang Lin's back and said in a low voice, "Is there anything to eat?"

Jiang Lin digs and digs in the drawer, and after a while, presses his back against his desk, without looking back, hooks one hand back, holding two big white rabbits in his hand.

He Zhao took it, and Jiang Lin shrank back pretending to be okay.

All right, so is the white rabbit.

He Zhao peeled off a big white rabbit and stuffed it into his mouth.

I don't know whether it's the smell or the sound, Luo Hao on the right immediately casts hungry wolf-like eager eyes, and He Zhao is about to pass the other to him, when he finds that the eyes on the left are also on him, he tilts his head just in time to meet Yi When the eyes met, he hesitated, and he slowly pushed the toffee over.

Yi Shi said politely and distantly, "No need."

Now He Zhao threw the toffee to Luo Hao without hesitation.

After eating the white rabbit, He Zhao was still very hungry, his eyes were spinning like a scanner.Finding the target, he precisely threw the eraser on Liu Xiaoyun's desk. Liu Xiaoyun seemed to be used to it, and immediately turned to look at him. He Zhao pointed to the bread in her drawer.

Liu Xiaoyun laughed and cursed: "You are really good at it, you can see everything."

But still, taking advantage of Lao Zhou's inattention, he threw the bread that he didn't eat in the morning to lose weight on He Zhao's table.

Luo Hao cast the familiar eager look again.

He Zhao sighed, divided the hard-earned bread into two, and said in a low voice, "Is it easy for Dad to beg and raise a stupid son."

Luo Hao took half of the bread piously, and said with gratitude, "Thank you, Dad."

Finally finished the morning class, before the end of the get out of class music, Lao Zhou thoughtfully waved his hand, and the students who were eating in the canteen immediately disappeared, leaving only a few people in the classroom.

Luo Hao's family lived far away, and his mother thought the food in the school cafeteria was unhealthy and not nutritious, so she specially signed up for a midday care for him, and asked him to eat and rest there at noon. Do you still go to your mother's place?"

He Zhao's mother, Lin Peiling, opened a fruit juice, milk tea, coffee, and light meal near the gate of No. 200 Middle School... In short, a dessert shop that has everything. He Zhao and Zhang Jiangyang usually have lunch there.The dessert shop is only one or two hundred meters away from Luo Hao's afternoon care, and the two often walk together along the way.

He Zhao was less anxious than him. He put the books on the table casually after finishing the last paragraph of the composition, and slowly put his schoolbag on his back: "My uncle is back, I will go home to eat today."

Luo Hao suddenly sighed: "I really envy you, your home is so close, and Uncle Zhang's cooking is so delicious."

He Zhao's home is not far from the old town, very close to No. 10 Middle School, only [-] minutes walk.

He Zhao said, "The point of your words is the last sentence, right? Do you want to go home with me for dinner?"

Luo Hao's eyes lit up, and he said coyly, "Is it possible? Is it really possible? Will it be too troublesome?"

He Zhao was about to sharply expose his hypocrisy, but when he turned around, he found that Yi Shi hadn't left yet, and was still quietly writing math problems.

He was stunned: "Yi Shi, are you eating in the dining hall or where? Why don't you leave?"

He Zhao couldn't help complaining in his heart, but he didn't realize that Yi Shi's name was still a bit of a mouthful.

Yi Shi glanced at him and said, "Eat nearby."

No. [-] Middle School is a school with a long history. It is located in the center of the district, with convenient transportation. The neighborhood is bustling and lively. There are many convenience stores and snack bars. He Zhao nodded clearly.

Luo Hao then asked: "Then are you familiar with the school and its vicinity? Would you like to come with us? We can also help you familiarize yourself with the environment."

Yi Shi was still scribbling, without raising his head: "Go ahead and I'll write later."

He paused and added, "Thank you."

He Zhao: "Then let's go first."

When going down the stairs, Luo Hao said: "The newcomer isn't as unkind as he seems, he's quite polite."

He Zhao praised: "Tsk, it's not humane, I will praise you for Teacher Tan, 'That's right, Luo Hao knows how to use idioms'."

Luo Hao: "That's right, to be honest, I heard from my aunt that he had been preparing for the entrance exam for a week before getting a grade that allowed him to enter class B, and he was directly admitted in an exception."

Luo Hao's aunt is the deputy director of the admissions office of this high school.

He Zhao suddenly realized: "It turned out that I didn't listen to the teachers to memorize short English essays in the office, but listened to your aunt."

Luo Hao: "Damn, I definitely can't just say what my aunt said. Anyway, the teachers must know that when he was brought in, his face was full of joy. But I thought he was the kind of student who can get high marks casually." Pa, I didn't expect to work so hard."

He Zhao asked, "Are you working hard?"

Thinking about it, Yi Shi seems to be quite hardworking. He listens carefully in class and reads carefully after class. Anyway, he is much better than him.

Luo Hao: "You didn't see it. He piled up a stack of textbooks on various subjects from the first year of high school to the present on his desk two days ago. He has been reading them after class and after class. Now that they are gone, he should take them home."

He Zhao jokingly said, "Why are you under pressure? Are you afraid that he will enter Class A earlier than you? It's okay, I'll help you harass him every day."

Luo Hao: "Forget it, I'm not a material for studying. My mother signed me up for teacher classes, found a tutor, and stared at me every day. After tossing and tossing, my grades are just like this."

He Zhao clicked his tongue: "Aren't you a material for studying? What about the rest of the class, Deadwood?"

Luo Hao sighed faintly, with a few traces of melancholy on his white and fat face: "I really envy you, your mother is so nice and has almost no demands on you, she only hopes that my baby son is healthy and happy, why is my mother so unhappy? Come."

He Zhao: "Then no matter how bad I am, won't Zhang Jiangyang be at the bottom?"

Zhang Jiangyang is a typical student with serious partial subjects and failed in mathematics. Compared with him, He Zhao's score of 99 is not so unreasonable.

Walking to the school gate, Zhang Jiangyang was waiting for him on his broken mountain bike, his face full of impatience: "It's been so long since I came out, I'm squatting in the toilet."

He Zhao patted him on the shoulder slowly: "Fatty and I walked back, you can kick home by yourself."

Zhang Jiangyang: "...Damn"