I attacked the god of learning

It's a sunny day, the sky is bright and the air is clear, and the wind is smooth.

All the students in Yucheng High School except the third year took their new books home to rest and enjoyed the happy time of the last half day.

However, the students in the Qingbei class of the second year of high school science were smashed to death by a set of papers.

All of a sudden, the classroom was filled with mourning——

"Why do you take the basic test at the beginning of school??"

"Is there any reason for this??"

"Don't poach the teacher!!"

"Yeah." Song Zaihua nodded, "This classmate is right. The teacher really can't dig. The teacher is a rare animal. You should protect the teacher."

Song Zaihua smiled softly: "So what are you waiting for, take advantage of the fact that there are not many things on the table, quickly put away all the mess, don't take the quiz as an exam."

Everyone clacked and put away their things amidst howling, and Jiang Lin, who was next to Cheng Xinglin, was so frightened that his hands were shaking.

Everyone is so scared.

Cheng Xinglin was still... very happy.

I have worked hard for a summer vacation, and I am really looking forward to a real exam to test my learning results.

So when Cheng Xinglin got the test paper, he didn't talk nonsense, just bowed his head and started to do it seriously.

However, it is indeed crazy enough to finish the three subjects and comprehensive science in half a day and one night.

Cheng Xinglin was concentrating on it, but after finishing it, he got up and sat down again.

Feet and hands are numb.

Cheng Xinglin rested for a while, and the classroom was almost empty.

He just stood up, packed his schoolbag, and walked in the direction of home a little tiredly.

As soon as he walked to the bottom of the teaching building, Cheng Xinglin received Jian Xing's WeChat.

Jian Xing: [What are you doing? 】

Cheng Xinglin: [On the way home. 】

Jian Xing: [Why did you come home so late? 】

Cheng Xinglin: [I just finished the preliminary test for the start of school. 】

Cheng Xinglin thought for a while, and then sent another sentence to Jian Xing: [I feel like I'm almost exhausted. 】

Cheng Xinglin had just finished sending when a video call cut over there.

Cheng Xinglin quickly put on the headset and answered the phone.

Just after opening the video, there was a burst of tossing fog.

Jian Xing said in a hoarse voice, "Wait a moment."

Then his camera went through several twists and turns, and finally placed on a nearby pot, revealing himself in home clothes.

Outside is the morning light that has just risen, and with the water vapor, it looks very warm.

"Are you cooking breakfast?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

"Well, I cooked some noodles." Jian Xing lifted it up to show him.

"If I remember correctly, are you coming back tomorrow?" Cheng Xinglin looked at the noodles, feeling a little hungry, and rubbed his belly.

"I'm going back to China tomorrow, but I won't go back to school for the time being, and I have to go to another training camp. In Nanjing, I may not come back until after the National Day."

Oh……

Cheng Xinglin couldn't help being a little disappointed - he hadn't seen Jian Xing for more than [-] days.

In Cheng Xinglin's eyes, there was only a little disappointment, which could not be seen under the dim light.

However, Jian Xing, who was cooking the noodles, looked at his drooping eyelashes, and suddenly thought of something, picked up his phone and pressed a few times.

Soon, Cheng Xinglin's chat box showed that he had received a red envelope.

"What is this...?" Cheng Xinglin asked first without opening the red envelope Jian Xing gave him.

"Do you still remember the copy shop we often go to?" Jian Xing said with a smile, "Go and order a bowl of fried hand noodles, let's eat together."

The advantage of modern technology is that even if we are thousands of miles apart, we can still accompany each other to eat a bowl of noodles.

Cheng Xinglin felt that the disappointment just now had been washed away a lot.

He took the red envelope, ordered a bowl of Chaoshou noodles, and sat down with Jian Xing to eat while hanging up the video call.

The next day.

School officially starts.

The report of the Qingbei class was to find out the bottom line, and the class was officially started when the class started. The teacher did not give everyone any buffer in the first two classes, and started to talk about the content directly.

The talk made everyone dizzy, and finally got a chance to go out after two classes-the opening ceremony.

When Cheng Xing was about to go downstairs, he picked up a physics problem and went down to read it.

He nestled among the crowd, trying to minimize his presence.

So much so that when the principal announced that he was the winner of the three good students in the previous school year, Cheng Xinglin didn't hear it at all.

The headmaster had no choice but to announce once more, and everyone's eyes were on Cheng Xinglin, who was still looking down at his physics problem.

In the end, it was Song Zaihua who couldn't stand it any longer, so he came over and pushed Cheng Xinglin to the flag-raising platform.

Cheng Xinglin thought he had made some mistake again, so he quickly typed up the manuscript for inspection in his mind, but what he finally stuffed in his hand was a certificate of merit for a three-good student.

No matter how much Cheng Xinglin thought about it, he never thought that he could still get a three-good student.

He held up the certificate of merit and was arranged by the teacher to raise his hand to take a photo with a confused face, and belatedly thought--three good students seem to have bonuses.

The bonus of 2000 yuan is enough for his living expenses for a semester.

Cheng Xing worked too little during the summer vacation, and after paying the tuition fees, he didn't have enough money.

This kind of substantive reward is far more important than a certificate, and Cheng Xinglin is very satisfied.

Back in the classroom, he put the certificate in the Chinese book, and was just about to continue studying physics without being surprised.

Song Zaihua came in: "Students, good morning everyone, I'm glad to see you again."

……Come on.

Last time I said I was glad to see us, so I threw a stack of papers over.

The students in the Qingbei class looked at this smiling tiger, as if they were facing an enemy.

Song Zaihua also felt this tense atmosphere, and his smile deepened: "Hey, everyone, don't treat me as a class teacher as a scourge! What evil intentions can the class teacher have? The class teacher just wants to give you a sense of ceremony for the beginning of school."

"It's a lot of ritual to take a test at the beginning of school, isn't it?"

This sense of ceremony, everyone thinks it is unnecessary.

"I believe that everyone understands my good intentions, so I decided to make everyone feel more ritual." Song Zaihua said, waving a piece of paper on the blackboard and patted it, "This is from yesterday's test. Score, in order to prevent everyone from being unclear, let me read it for everyone, do you think I am very considerate?"

Caring for you big-headed ghost.

Exam at the end of the report.

The score ranking will be announced after the opening ceremony.

Is there anything more devilish than this? ?

In fact, with the learning ability of the Qingbei class, I am not very afraid of the exam, but everyone really had a lot of fun during the summer vacation.

This result is not good at all.

That's why I'm so anxious.

Cheng Xinglin didn't join in everyone's wailing, but quietly sat up straight.

After the exam, the only feeling he felt at that time was that he was tired, and he didn't have a prediction about his grades.

Now that I think about it... I can't even think about it now.

He could only comfort himself—it was just a test after all.

Even if he didn't do well in the exam, it was nothing more than giving him a frame of reference for future study plans.

Anyway...

It's fine if you don't regress.

"Then what if we regress." Cheng Xinglin had a terrible thought in his heart.

He really studied hard this summer vacation, but after all, there is no Jian Xing to check by his side.

Could it be that his intentions are a kind of useless work?

Cheng Xinglin's mind was in a mess.

Fortunately, Song Zaihua didn't let him mess up for a long time, because soon, Song Zaihua could read his name.

"No. 17." Song Zaihua looked up and inspected the classroom with a smile, "680 points, Cheng Xinglin."

Cheng Xinglin's eyes, which were watching his desktop, suddenly lifted up, and looked at Song Zaihua on the podium.

"Special praise to Cheng Xinglin. When he entered the Qingbei class, his score was only 667. After a summer vacation, he raised [-] points. Both the ranking and the score have improved a lot."

Song Zaihua handed out the papers while reading the rankings.

Cheng Xinglin went up to take his paper, Song Zaihua still looked at him with a smile: "Very good."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Continue to work hard and maintain the current momentum. I don't think it will be a problem for you to be admitted to a TOP-level double first-class university."

This is exactly Cheng Xinglin's goal.

He seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, nodded and returned to his seat.

Just as Cheng Xinglin sat down and was about to correct his mistakes, the deskmate next to him came over.

"Cheng Xinglin, I didn't expect you to be so powerful." Jiang Lin said, "So can I discuss issues with you in the future?"

"Of course." Cheng Xinglin agreed directly.

"You are so kind. Let me see how you did the last question."

As he said that, Jiang Lin asked him to pass the paper in a familiar manner.

It was only then that Cheng Xinglin came to his senses - this dear friend of affection had looked down on his academic performance before, so he looked indifferent.

This is really...

But Cheng Xinglin didn't have time to argue with him about these things.

He bowed his head and continued to study—in order to suppress the hidden worries in his heart.

Although I am very happy to get this result.

But he didn't know if he was worrying unnecessarily. He always felt that it would be very difficult to keep this grade.

After all, when he came to a new class, it was impossible for him to spend all his time studying by himself every day like sprinting for a higher level, and he had to listen to the teacher's lectures to some extent.

In this way, he will spend much less time studying by himself.

I don't know if it will have any impact.

Facts have proved that Cheng Xinglin's hidden worries are very reasonable.

It was also the first time for Cheng Xinglin to enter such a good class. After entering, he found that the way the teacher taught was very different from all the classes he had gone to before.

It took Cheng Xinglin a long time to adapt to this difference.

Sometimes, what the teacher said would conflict with his own understanding, and he needed to spend time comparing the two understandings, and finally find his own suitable solution.

At the same time, Cheng Xinglin's grades were considered top-notch in the class, and the students spent a lot of time discussing problems with him after class.

Answering the past one by one will save a lot of time.

Some people are talented players in learning.

For Cheng Xinglin to be admitted to the Qingbei class, he must have some talent, but he is more inclined to be a hard-working player.

Therefore, it is really difficult for Cheng Xinglin to take into account adapting to class, lecturing on topics with classmates, and studying independently.

He could feel himself being disrupted.

Especially Jiang Lin, this person really likes to discuss topics with him.

As long as Jiang Lin had a need, no matter what Cheng Xinglin was doing at the time, he would interrupt Cheng Xinglin and talk to him regardless.

Jiang Lin was like this, Cheng Xinglin didn't want to talk to him many times.

However, Cheng Xinglin didn't want to go out to eat at noon every day, and it was Jiang Lin who worked so hard to bring it back for him—it wasn't bought from outside, but Jiang Lin didn't know who turned it on.

The color, fragrance and beauty are complete.

Nutritional mix is ​​reasonable.

Knowing that Cheng Xinglin had a stomachache, Jiang Lin stuffed him with a thermos.

Soak some herbs that I don’t know where they come from every day.

Cheng Xinglin couldn't be aggressive with Jiang Lin, so he could only let him ask questions and discuss with him.

Being disrupted by various events usually has consequences.

This consequence was reflected in the results of the first monthly exam.

The day the list was announced was a rainy day.

The bulletin board was posted outside the teaching building, and Cheng Xinglin and Jiang Lin went outside to check the results under umbrellas.

Jiang Lin first saw his own score—No.20, and then searched for Cheng Xinglin's score, but he couldn't find it.

In the end, he searched down seven people before he saw Cheng Xinglin's results.

652 points, 27st.

"Hey..." Jiang Lin shook his head after reading the grades, "What's the matter, why did you regress so much this time? It's even less than your grades when you entered the class."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

"If you go on like this, let alone take the TOP2 test, TOP10 is very dangerous-you should reflect on yourself. I will go up first."

With that said, Jiang Lin turned around and left.

Before leaving, he paid attention to Cheng Xinglin's sweater: "You're wearing a sweater, so I'll take the umbrella myself. Xiao Yu should be fine."

Cheng Xinglin was about to be laughed out of hand by Jiang Lin.

To be honest, this person is really disgusting.

But to be honest, it's also really, really real.

When I have good grades, I will post them, let myself discuss issues with him, and have to sit together for dinner.

And if the grades are not good, I don't even give myself the umbrella.

Emotions, sorrows, likes and dislikes are all written on the face.

There are enough speechless.

But now, Cheng Xinglin has no time to argue with him.

He sighed again and looked at his ranking.

It's not that I don't work hard, why is there so much difference.

If this continues, the Tsinghua agreement between him and Jian Xing will never come true.

Cheng Xinglin smiled palely, and was just about to pull the hoodie over his head and go back to the classroom for self-study.

An umbrella slanted over and covered his head.

The drizzle in the sky was cut off in an instant.

Cheng Xinglin's heart speeded up, could it be——

When Cheng Xing turned around, he saw that the person holding the umbrella was a strange classmate he didn't know.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

No, what was he expecting, Jian Xing had told him before that he would not come back until after the National Day.

"...Hi, may I ask who you are?" Cheng Xinglin was at a loss.

"Hello, it doesn't matter who I am, someone asked me to give you this note." The stranger said, and handed Cheng Xinglin a note.

These days, who still writes notes?

As the note was gradually opened, his heart beat faster again.

The flamboyant handwriting on the note, if it wasn't for the handwriting of the person he hadn't seen for more than a month.

Who else would it be?

[Student Cheng Xinglin, do you participate in the plan to restart the secret base? 】

[If you choose no, please prove one of the seven millennium problems. 】

[If you choose yes, please look back at the end of the boulevard and give me a smile. 】