After I quit the Shura field, I'm really sweet to my rival

Qu Zicheng suddenly realized, bowed his waist and lowered his head, and said in a small voice: "You want to get into Class A and chase after school girls at close range?"

Zhao Chenxing flexed two fingers and dunked him on the head, "Fart! Sir, it has nothing to do with anyone else to take the test!"

Qu Zicheng covered his head, taking pictures of his uncle Zhao's threat of force, he didn't dare to say any more, "OK, OK, you're the best!"

That being said, he didn't really believe that Zhao Chenxing could pass the exam.

No one can believe it.

The Second Middle School was in chaos for a long time before, and the educational resources of good classes and poor classes must be skewed. Parents naturally choose the former as teachers with master’s degrees abroad and ordinary normal university teachers.

Putting money into treats and getting red envelopes into good classes, even the front and back of the seat depends on the amount of red envelopes you have.

The principal of No. [-] Middle School is a capable person. I don’t know what kind of tricks he suddenly opened up one day. He became rich in business, and he didn’t care about such a small profit. Said, also arranged a shift system for the school.

There is an A class in each of the arts and sciences, also known as the top class or the special class, with 40 students.Two key classes, namely Class One and Class Two, each with 50 students.The rest are parallel classes.

Educational resources are still given to good classes. If you want to get in, you can get in by yourself.

For each mid-term, final exam, and large-scale city joint exam, if you get into the top 140 in the comprehensive exam, you will be able to enter, and those who are squeezed out of the top 140 will be assigned to parallel classes.The range of change is 1-40-140, and the ranking changes within the same range without changing shifts.

However, there are not many academic masters who can't use their brains. When it comes to the big exam, they study hard to avoid missing work, and their status is basically stable. Every time the big exam can only have two or three legends in exchange for this 140 tail, but say no Well, I will be squeezed back next time.

This system was implemented at the beginning, but was scolded many times by the parents, and the headmaster insisted on implementing it, and it was only then that the No. [-] Middle School with a good reputation is now established.

Zhao Chenxing is now in the bottom hundreds of grades, and if he wants to get into class A, Qu Zicheng thinks it's faster to just chase after the school belle.

……

After the whole morning self-study, people around me were memorizing 3500 words, classical Chinese, and chemical formulas. Zhao Chenxing immersed himself in writing and stopped writing. For the first time, he wrote the name of a brand-new textbook that he had hardly read a few times, and circled the key points. And formulas, one by one into the question.

Early in the self-study get out of class, when the homework was collected, he had just finished one of the four homework assignments in mathematics, and he was still leisurely turning his pen and choosing physics multiple-choice questions based on his feeling.

"Mr. Tang is here, shush——"

"Zhou Kai, what are you doing, you'll pee for me in a while!"

"Hahahahaha..."

"What's the noise! ​​How long have you been ringing the preparatory bell? You are the noisiest on the whole floor!" Tang Zhijun walked up to the podium in his constant shirt and trousers, carrying two physics textbooks, his small eyes scanning like shuttles. whole class.

Tang Zhijun devoted himself to teaching physics. He was bald early in middle age. He had small eyes and a short nose with a pair of glasses that could fall off at any time. However, he had a loud voice, and he had to support the glasses frame when his voice shook.

"The monthly exam is next Thursday, you've learned everything, right?"

The scattered noise in the class gradually quieted down.

The eighth class is chaotic and the academic style is poor. Tang Zhijun is proficient in all kinds of necessary tricks, such as punishing students, punishing homework, collecting mobile phones and inviting parents, but he can only manage [-]% to [-]% of the students.

Tang Zhijun saw that his words had some effect, so he put the book in his arms on the podium, supported the sides of the podium with both hands, and continued to examine the rows of students below.

"The class representative sent over a few physics workbooks in the morning, and those who didn't hand in stood up."

There was no movement under the podium.

The corner of Tang Zhijun's mouth twitched, and he touched the frame of the mirror to maintain his image, "It's okay not to stand, the next class is still mine, there is more time, I will take one by one."

Under the podium, several people slowly and limply supported the table and stood up. Zhao Chenxing snapped the physics workbook on the table, threw the pen into his pocket, copied his pocket, kicked the chair away and stood up leaning against the wall. .

Tang Zhijun counted the heads, "Why is there one missing?"

The monitor raised his hand, "Teacher, Fan Lin has asked for leave."

Tang Zhijun: "Okay, everyone else should stand outside the classroom, line up in a row, and make up for my homework. Whoever finishes writing first will come and sit first."

Qu Zicheng secretly pulled the corner of Zhao Chenxing's clothes from under the table, made an OK gesture, and said in a small voice: "I will answer the first three questions of the big physics question, and I will take pictures of the process and send it to you. let's go."

Zhao Chenxing took advantage of his height and placed his left hand on top of his head, "Thanks, I'll buy you chicken legs tonight."

Qu Zicheng winked at him.

Zhao Chenxing was disgusted by him, and took the lead to step out the back door with the textbook and exercise book under his arm.

The physics homework left yesterday was only one chapter of exercises. A few of them stood against the wall outside the door, copying and ignoring it, and they were confused in half a class. They came in to report one by one, and Zhao Chenxing was the only one left in the end.

Everyone in the class knew that Zhao Chenxing was a thorn in the side, and no one dared to provoke him. They gave him the answers to the fill-in-the-blank questions and left, and they didn't dare to talk too much.

Zhao Chenxing wrote what he should have written, and edited what he should have edited. The last two questions directly threw formulas, and then he got stuck on a big question about the acceleration of a spring and wooden blocks.

There is half a page left for this question, and it would be outrageous to leave it empty.

But he didn't figure out the direction of the friction force after gesticulating for a long time, and he didn't understand it when he looked at the examples in the book.

Zhao Chenxing tucked his homework into his arm pocket irritably, put his left hand into his trousers pocket, pulled out a cigarette case and put it in the palm of his right hand, and continued to hook the middle finger of his left hand in his pocket, but after hooking it for a long time, he didn't touch the lighter, he could only feel irritable He rubbed the cigarette case back into his pocket, bent it hard, and felt more at ease.

A few minutes before the end of get out of class, Tang Zhijun finished his key points, assigned a class exercise, had nothing to do, wandered from the classroom to the corridor with his hands behind his back, walked to Zhao Chenxing and looked down at the open physics book.

"There aren't any magazine comics in the book, right?" Tang Zhijun, who was shorter than him, raised his thick eyelids and stared at his eyes with small eyes.

He simply didn't believe that the ancestor could stand outside the door for so long today and still work hard on the questions.

Zhao Chenxing snorted lightly, and without waiting for anyone to get it, he directly spread the exercise book and books in front of him, "Turn through."

Seeing his appearance, Tang Zhijun dubiously picked up a book and flipped through it from beginning to end.

In the end, let alone any small cartoons, there was nothing there, and it was extremely clean.

Tang Zhijun put the book back in his hand, and coughed lightly, "Hey, it's fine if you don't take it with you, write it well..."

Otherwise, I have to stand in the next class.

Tang Zhijun conveyed his unfinished intentions with his small eyes squeezed together, but Zhao Chenxing didn't look up at him from the beginning to the end.

Tang Zhijun felt bored, squeezed his throat to clear his throat and was about to go back to work, Zhao Chenxing turned his head.

Tang Zhijun glanced at him, only to realize that he was not looking at him, so he couldn't help but follow his line of sight.

The sunlight spread into the corridor empty-handedly, and the tall boy who took the lead walking towards this side had fair skin, but now it was dazzled by the light.

Class [-] is the first class near the stairs on the fourth floor. At this time, there is no teacher to supervise, and the free birds exclaimed one after another.

"School flower and school grass together! It's knocked! It's knocked!"

"Crap! I just sent you a piece of information, how can you knock everything?"

"Standing together and making such a comparison, Chi Ran looks so short hahaha..."

"It's because Shen Lu is too tall, 187..."

Tang Zhijun took two quick steps and gave the class a hard look, and the commotion and noise subsided a lot.

Shen Lv and the two had already come closer.

"Teacher, this is a publicity and education pamphlet issued by the Ministry of Education, which must be distributed in every class." Shen Lv explained.

With a few pages of thin booklets, he and Chi Ran can take all the science classes by themselves.

"Okay, okay, thank you." Tang Zhijun smiled like a loving father.

There is no teacher who doesn't like a student with good grades like Shen Lu, not to mention that he is the nephew of the dean, has a good family background, and has invested in the school.Tang Zhijun dreamed of having such a student, and his face would be bright when he said it.

"The eighth class is assigned here, and I'll help you take them in." Chi Ran obediently separated out a stack of brochures, followed Tang Zhijun into the class, and did not look at Zhao Chenxing who was only a few steps away.

On the other hand, Zhao Chenxing

Except for who was the person who glanced over at the beginning, all the rest of my thoughts were spent on this acceleration question.

He felt that he could actually do this question, but he ignored some condition, so he couldn't write it.

Whenever a scumbag encounters someone familiar, he would like to solve the problem in three seconds, so as to restore his self-confidence and give himself the illusion of "ha, learning is nothing more than that".

Zhao Chenxing's mentality is a little anxious now, it seems that if he can't solve this problem, he will be hopeless.

What's more, physics is the only subject he can see past.

"Here, there is less resistance, and the direction is to the left."

The slightly deep voice between mature and youthful clear falls on the side, mixed with some birdsong in the blue sky, like the sound of nature.

Zhao Chenxing looked up, only to find that Shen Lu was standing beside him, talking about the question he was writing.

He never expected that Shen Lv would talk to him.

At least in his opinion, the two were still rivals in love yesterday.

In physical education class, when he saw Shen Lu and Chi Ran in close contact, he had rehearsed countless times in his mind that hitting him would hurt and not show any injuries.

Zhao Chenxing pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, opened his mouth, and the urge to blow people away was brewing and brewing in his mind, but in the end he was defeated by his soaring thirst for knowledge.

"...Aren't resistance and friction the same thing? There are." He gestured with his hands.

"The friction force here is the driving force, pay attention to the question." Shen Lu's eyelashes drooped, as if he just said that the weather today is not bad, and took two steps back after speaking.

"Shen Lv." Chi Ran finished distributing the brochures, walked out of the classroom, and said to Shen Lv, "Let's go to the next classroom."

Chi Ran turned around holding the brochure, and when his eyes slid past Zhao Chenxing, he froze for a moment, and then quickly looked away.

Zhao Chenxing put his pen on the book, turned his face sideways, and suddenly reached out his hand to stop Chi Ran.

Chi Ran's footsteps stopped, his eyelashes trembled, his lips were pursed, his tone was a little nervous, and he was a little annoyed, "I'm sorry, I have to..."

Zhao Chenxing interrupted him, still crooked as if he would never be able to stand upright, "Between class or after school, find a place, I have something to tell you."

Shen Lv frowned, and lightly glanced at the two of them.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and the air was frozen.

Zhao Chenxing withdrew his hand and emphasized: "It's a very important matter."

Chi Ran glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then walked away quickly.

The few people by the window in Class [-] stared straight, and started commotion again.

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooth it!" a girl covered her mouth in amazement.

Just as Tang Zhijun yelled out a syllable, the get out of class bell rang.

The handout of the brochures was over, Tang Zhijun patted the books together, turned around and left the classroom.