Protocol Mark [Transmigration Book]

Their competition this time was originally just a temporary agreement between the two parties because they didn't like each other.

The other classes are strange, except for the rocket class, there are several transfers from their parallel classes, they are indeed a little arrogant, just ignore them.

Someone revealed the truth:

"You forgot who is in Class Nine, Ice God! Can you allow such an arrogant existence?"

"What is it called? One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, unless—"

"One A one O?"

The more everyone thought about it, the more it became clear that there was a red and blue vote on the forum.

The support rate is left and right, and the mood of the people who eat melons is like a roller coaster.

If you saw the group of young masters starting to do the questions at first, you would think that they were cramming for the time being, and the students in Class Nine felt relaxed.

But then the math teacher left an after-school problem, and only a few students in the class solved it, and the other party even solved it for Liu Qimai. They realized the seriousness of the matter.

The horse stumbled.

They may have underestimated the enemy.

Jiang Yifan also recruited the second group of class nine, and brought in all the students except the young masters:

[Comrades, we seem, suspect, probably have been fooled by them! ]

[Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, sinister and insidious. ]

[The face of the future capitalist has been exposed, and he has learned to play tricks at a young age! ]

[Thinking about it now, they have indeed said several times that their grades can crush us. ]

[I thought they slapped their faces to pretend to be fat. ]

[It turned out that the clown was myself. ]

Anxiety is contagious. Seeing that the monthly exam is just in the afternoon, they feel a high pressure over their heads.

It's okay to lose, but Liu Qimai always knelt down and sang Conquer, and asked them to sing in front of all the teachers and students.

If the time comes when Qiankun really becomes a fool and listens to the slanderous slander, won't they lose all their face?

Shen Jin was woken up by the constant vibrating sound, the phone was placed in the belly of the table, and it has been ringing since just now.

I feel more and more tired in the past few days, and my stomach is still throbbing. It may be because I drank too much coffee.He took out a bottle of Omega's exclusive painkiller pills. The writing around the bottle has been torn off, so it's hard to tell which gender took it.

He swallowed a heart-shaped pink pill, and when he was taking water, he felt a gaze fall on him and stopped moving.

Qian Kun's eyes turned around on the blank medicine bottle, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.

Qiankun has a pair of red phoenix eyes, with long and fine eyelashes under the eyelids, and the tail is slightly raised. When he smiles, there is a bit of evil spirit, as if it contains countless small hooks.

Shen Jin's expression froze, and he felt a little guilty at that glance.

When I drank water, I almost choked because I was too anxious.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

When he came back to his senses, he saw Qiankun smiling as if he was watching a show.

Shen Jin pretended to be nonchalant, capped the medicine bottle, and threw it into her bag.

This bottle of medicine doesn't even have a label, so Qian Kun will never see anything.

Shen Jin was restless, the trouble just now flew away.

He took out his mobile phone and saw the news of the second group, and everyone's anxiety was revealed between the lines.He dug out the private papers he had done before, took pictures of some typical questions and sent them up.

The students stared blankly at Mr. Shen like a ruthless learning machine, crushing difficult questions and stuffing them into their minds.

What kind of leader is this, who has already known the enemy's situation in advance, and even has a detailed problem-solving process!

Although caught off guard by the true strength of the young masters, but now it seems that the difficulty of private education has not exceeded the threshold, as long as it is not beyond the threshold, there is hope.

[Aww! !Pass tea to the boss.jpg]

[Ice God, do you still need a pendant, the kind that can blow rainbow farts after studying in Chonggao! ]

[Suddenly I can do it again!Jinge Saigao! ! ]

Shen Jin really wasn't used to being praised, so she sent an emoji of [Forked out to write paper.jpg] and turned off the screen.

The monthly exam started in the afternoon, and the head teacher asked the school committee to notify in advance that everyone needed to separate their seats from their deskmates.

As soon as the invigilator walked into the classroom, he found that something was wrong with this class.

Why did they all look like chicken blood, the eyes looking at the papers were extraordinarily enthusiastic.

What's the situation, there are still students who love to take exams these days?

Outside the window is the chirping of cicadas in late summer and early autumn, and the only sound in the classroom is the rustling of pens and paper.

When Shen Jin took the third round of the exam, her condition began to plummet, as if there were hundreds of villains fighting in her stomach.

He closed his eyes, waited for a little relief, and continued to examine the questions.

This time the paper was a bit more difficult than usual, but Shen Jin still wrote very quickly, his foundation was very solid, and he could calculate the answers to most of the questions by heart.

It is easy for him to lose sight of time and his surroundings when he is concentrating.

It took Qiankun a while to write the last big question. After he put down the pen, he raised his head and looked ahead, his eyes fixed.

He happened to be behind Shen Jin when he temporarily arranged a seat just now, but he guessed that Shen Jin didn't pay attention to this at all.

Shen Jin is like an AI, no one can get into his eyes.

Now, thin sweat broke out on Shen Jin's fair neck.

The back collapsed into a straight line, but the hand holding the pen was very steady, only the white knuckles showed a little clue.

The invigilator noticed this: "Qiankun, don't stare at others!"

Qiankun glanced at the teacher, and an inexplicable air pressure rushed to her face, blocking her remaining words.

Qiankun took out the answer sheet, erased two answers, and repainted two on it.

When passing by Shen Jin, he found the blind spot of the monitoring, threw something at Shen Jin's elbow, and handed in the paper directly under the staring gaze of the teacher.

That calm look doesn't look like the one who threatened the teacher just now.

However, he didn't smell of pheromone at all, and there was no evidence to say that pheromone was used to oppress him.

He didn't return to his seat, and left the classroom directly, heading for the teacher's office.

Liu Qimai muttered to Zhou You who was drafting next to him: "This beast, set a new time record!"

The exam time is only half over now.

Zhou You: "If you don't write, you will sing about conquering."

Liu Qimai said angrily, "Zhou You, where are you from!?"

Invigilator: "The bald man over there, if you talk again, it will be considered cheating!"

Liu Qimai raised his hand: "Report to the teacher, I have a short cut, one millimeter." He pointed to his hair.

All the students: Where did this funny comparison come from?

The invigilator couldn't help laughing: "No one wants to know. Sit down and take the exam."

Liu Qimai smiled: "Okay."

Liu Qimai glared at Zhou You, who had the potential to be a spy, and finally shut down.

And the other students in the class saw Qiankun handing in the paper so quickly, and thought of the legend that Qiankun won the first place again and again, this should not be a white paper, but too simple.

Is it simple?

They looked at the test paper, and it must be at least 10% more difficult than the opening test.

Sure enough, it's just a joke for the top student to do poorly in the exam.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Liu Qimai saw that the faces of the students in Class Nine had changed, and thought to himself that it was Brother Kun, who had done a good job of crushing psychological warfare.

He glanced at Shen Jin again, Shen Jin was opening the powerful Peppermint Refreshing Roller in his hand, and rolled it on his forehead and into his face, it really felt a little more comfortable.

This is what Qiankun threw to him just now. Qiankun could see that Shen Jin would not give up halfway, so he simply let Shen Jin finish the exam in good condition.

Shen Jin's thinking became clearer, and her writing was full of spirit.

The students in Class Nine saw that Shen Jin was still calm and composed, like a needle of tranquility rooted in their hearts.

Take a moment to calm down and continue answering the questions.

When the ending bell rang, Shen Jin stopped writing and checked the last big question.

The difficulty of this question is at the level of the rocket class, and there is a small trap for reviewing the question.

He didn't realize his stomach was growling until he handed in the test paper.

At the back door, the head teacher waved to him, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting there.

Class teacher: "I called your family just now. Your family is already waiting for you at the school gate. Go back to see a doctor first, and don't be brave in the future."

It is impossible for the homeroom teacher to know his situation so quickly, a figure of leaving the field early flashed across Shen Jin's mind.

Shen Jin's face turned pale from the pain, but he was originally cold and pale, and he had no expression all year round, making people dare not make mistakes at all, so no one noticed his stomachache until he left.

He walked downstairs, so focused on his body that he didn't notice a shadow following him.

There is also evening self-study at night, and there are almost no people on the stairs now.

Shen Jin floated all the way down, resting on the armrest with one hand to slow down.

In the field of vision, a powerful arm appeared, propped on his shoulder, and caught his precarious body.

The light pine fragrance mixed with a little mint smells into the nose, which smells very good and refreshing.

A muffled sneer came from overhead.

"Class representative, are you throwing yourself into your arms?"

Shen Jin raised her head and stared at the other party, why is this man's mouth not sewed.

"Didn't you send someone's head thousands of miles away?"

Shen Jin pushed Qian Kun away neatly.

He even wiped his palm on his shirt in order to clear the relationship.

It was just because of the pain that the usually indifferent eyes were covered with mist.

Qiankun's face changed slightly, he smelled a secret, extremely ecstatic fragrance, he...

Shen Jin walked past him and walked away.

"class president."

Shen Jin turned around.

An object is thrown.

It's a piece of warm baby.

Qian Kun left another sentence: "Also, it's time to change your restraining stickers."

Shen Jin looked again, and there was no sign of Qian Kun.

He touched the back of his neck, and the restraint had just been changed in the afternoon.

Under normal circumstances, the effect of suppressing patches can last for 24 hours.

Qian Kun went upstairs.

Before the peeking figure had time to escape, Qian Kun grabbed his collar, pulled him up, and said softly, "follow him, what do you want to do, huh?"

Feel the breath of full oppression, suffocating strength.

The pheromone of the figure was forcibly stimulated, which made him very painful and trembling.

Isn't Qiankun Beta?

How could there be such an aura.

Shen Jin thought of the family member that the teacher in charge said was coming to pick him up, and couldn't help but lighten his steps, he didn't know if it was his father or his mother.

They actually came to pick him up.

Taking the pass given by the class teacher, he quickly left the school gate, and a familiar car was parked at the gate.

After getting in the car, seeing the driver Lao Feng in the driver's seat, Shen Jin's originally slightly bright eyes dimmed.

"Uncle Feng."

Uncle Feng is the driver of the Shen family, and usually takes his younger brother Shen Chen Xie'an to and from school.

"It was Er Shao who heard about your situation and asked me to come and pick you up to the hospital."

Shen Jin nodded.

After a while, my stomach hurt even more after feeling better.

He thought of the warm baby that Qiankun threw just now, tore it open, and stuck it to his stomach.

A long time has passed, but the warm baby has not played its role at all, and is still cold.

Shen Jin pressed the button strangely.

Then take the packaging out of the car bin again.

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