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The English teacher in Class [-] is called Han Mei, and the Han Meimei in the English book is probably when she was a child.

On the first day of class yesterday, the teacher Han Mei introduced herself by saying that she also grew up doing homework for Han Meimei, so she had a sense of destiny to teach English in the future when she was in high school.

Except for the head teacher who only teaches his own class, other teachers basically lead different classes. There are four or five teachers in a teaching group, and one teacher leads two or three classes. Han Mei leads two parallel classes and one experimental class.

Xi Yan was thankful in her heart that she didn't take the twelfth class, otherwise Zhong Qin's homework would be used for inspection in the future, wouldn't it be more risky.

The fifth middle school is a key city with first-class teaching conditions and complete facilities. Every class has computers and projection equipment.

Han Mei walked into the classroom and said while preparing her courseware: "Openyourbook, turntopage2, SectionA, readparagraph1."

After reading the first paragraph of the text, her courseware also opened: "OK, classbegins."

Xi Yan stood up and greeted the teacher. After sitting down, he looked at Zhong Qin's textbook full of answers and became dissatisfied: "How can she not check the preview homework?!"

Li Wenrui looked like a big stone in his heart, and began to thank God: "Han Meimei, kind, I will help her write essays in the future."

Xi Yan looked at the ugly English words on the book and felt regretful: "What's the difference between a teacher who assigns homework and doesn't check it, and a scumbag who doesn't fall in love for the purpose of marriage."

Li Wenrui was stunned by his philosophy of logic and bullshit: "Didn't you say in the last math class that the teacher who didn't check the homework was an angel who fell from the mortal world, a god who worked hard?"

Xi Yan shrugged: "That depends on whether I write or not."

For the first time in his life, Li Wenrui, a young boy, glimpsed the essence of double standards in human beings.

But Xi Yan didn't regret it for long.

The class lasted only ten minutes, and Han Mei gave everyone a few minutes to write the second question in the book.

Everyone began to write and write.

Xi Yan showed a smug smile amid the rustling sound of the pen tip and the paper.

Zhong Qin is full.

Great.

At the beginning of school, the teacher didn't know anyone, so he picked people up with a roster.Some teachers like to draw student numbers. It is estimated that buying lottery tickets is not exciting enough. It is more interesting to watch students win prizes.Han Mei didn't fix those bells and whistles, she called her daimyo.

The connecting question is also simple, Han Mei said: "Ni Wenrui? Read the answer to this question."

Li Wenrui, Xi Yan's classmate at the same table, trembled and stood up together with the propaganda committee member Ni Wenrui.

Han Mei was surprised: "There are two?"

Li Wenrui stood upright, raised his hand, and whispered: "Teacher, I am Li Wenrui."

Ni Wenrui looked a little dull, and was also taken aback: "Teacher, I am Ni Wenrui."

Xi Yan tilted the bench and answered, "Master, don't you recognize my grandson?"

The small group of classmates around Xi Yan were all overjoyed.

Both Li Wenrui and Ni Wenrui sat at the back. Although they were separated by the aisle, they were still two neighbors.

When Han Mei came over, she heard Xi Yan's words, and she also smiled: "The Monkey King is real or not."

Xi Yan pulled Li Wenrui to sit down, and was very happy: "So what are you doing actively, you just stand when you finish writing? It doesn't matter what English you study, let's downgrade and learn pinyin, you!"

Li Wenrui scratched his head, pouted and thought about this suggestion seriously.

When the class was about to end, Han Mei asked someone to give the answer to the subjective quiz: "Just Li Wenrui?"

Three seconds passed, and the entire classroom was still silent and motionless. The eyes of the students wandered back and forth between Li Wenrui and Ni Wenrui, but no one stood up.

Ni Wenrui turned to look at Li Wenrui in doubt, his eyes were confused: Shall I call you?

Li Wenrui frowned and shook his head and waved his hands: Don't be modest, call you call you.

Xi Yan held back his laughter, and said to his tablemate who was tense all over, "I really called you this time, you can sit still again."

Han Mei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Forget it, you two will be out of class any longer. I'll change to the one next to you."

Han Mei turned her eyes to the corner of the classroom, and Ni Wenrui and Ni Wenrui's deskmate breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Xi Yan held his head high, cleared his throat, and stood up like the Chosen One.

Holding Zhong Qin's textbook and reaping the rewards, can he still be afraid of smoking?

He is not afraid, he is full of confidence, no matter whether he is right or wrong, if a scumbag can fill in the blanks, that is a good thing.

Xi Yan rolled up half of the book, purposely hiding Zhong Qin's name.

In the past, he was used to correcting two ABCs for objective questions, but the subjective questions were different, and there were no marked answers, so Xi Yan just read it without changing a word.

After finishing reading, Han Mei's eyes flashed a hint of appreciation: "That's a good answer, all on point, the tense and grammar are correct, and it's also very concise. It's better than my answer—everyone, please revise your answer according to this."

This is what Xi Yan did not expect.

So he was stunned for a while, so he had no choice but to sit down uncomfortably under the admiring eyes of his classmates.

... Class [-] is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.Yang Ziyang's unremarkable, stupid big man's answers to the questions are comparable to the standard answers, hitting the nail on the head and leaking nothing!

There is no meaning of judging people by their cover, it is to be used with caution.

After class, Xi Yan went to class [-] to return the books.

Zhong Qin was sitting, he stood behind Zhong Qin, stretched his hand over Zhong Qin's shoulder, and put the book directly on the pile of textbooks at the corner of the table.

Zhong Qin leaned against the wall and looked up at him, with "I see what nonsense you are going to say this time" written on his face.

Seeing him, Xi Yan secretly clicked twice, with a scumbag face, a proper scumbag face.

Xi Yannian leaned over to put his elbows on Zhong Qin's shoulders because Zhong Qinken borrowed his homework, and gave a piece of advice in a low-key manner: "Brother, I give you a suggestion, in the future, don't copy your homework at the same table. , If you really want to copy it, you have to remember to change two answers.”

Zhong Qin: "..."

Xi Yan said sadly: "His correct rate is too high."

Zhong Qin: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xi Yan reacted for a while, and said, "I forgot, you bunch of school masters, you can copy it."

"Oh—" Xi Yan was a little sad, "I'd better pay attention to myself."

Science subjects don't have as many homework preparations as liberal arts subjects. Science subjects also have a lot of after-school homework, so what Xi Yan has to deal with is only the Chinese and English preparatory homework.

Chinese can be spoken casually, but English is not so arbitrary.

So ever since Xi Yan discovered that not only the English teachers in Class [-] and Class [-] were different, but also the English classes were perfectly staggered, he never used his English book again.

Every time Xi Yan returned the book, Zhong Qin could still see some dog crawling class notes in his own book.

When Zhong Qin saw the notes that appeared out of thin air in his book for the first time, he even sighed for a moment, "Can this person also attend lectures?"

It wasn't until after the third class on Friday morning that Zhong Qin found two lines of ugly words that seemed familiar to him in the blank space between the end of the text and the practice questions:

"It's been a week since school started, why are your books still blank?"

"There is nothing but homework, and you don't attend class?"

Zhong Qin stared at the word "Ye" and tasted it, then turned back and looked through the previous notes... As expected, there were several mistakes in copying.

It happened that Yang Ziyang asked Zhong Qin to borrow a book: "Can I copy my English notes? I fell asleep in the first class."

Zhong Qin closed the book and said calmly, "I didn't remember it."

Yang Ziyang curled his lips: "That's right, I don't need to ask you, I rarely see you write."

Zhong Qin acquiesced, hiding merit and fame deeply.

Xi Yan hasn't done any homework this week. Although he hasn't written all the time, English is different.

He has confidence in English.

In class recently, Han Mei occasionally asked him to read the answers, and they didn't take objective questions, but only selected questions and answers. Xi Yan didn't have time to change the answers, so he had to read them as they were, and then even read himself as the representative of the English class.

Having already arranged for a classmate to be the class representative, Han Mei appointed Xi Yan again.

The representatives of the two classes, the teachers in charge of the class are basically used to this, the workbook is heavy, the work is divided between the two, and subjects such as English and Chinese have to be taught for morning reading, which is too busy for one person.

After Xi Yan was appointed, he was in a trance for a while. He was a scumbag, but why did he start over again?

Xi Yan secretly laughed, thinking that the taste of being a top student is actually not bad.Although it is fake, he has passed CET-[-] at any rate. If he has a certificate, can he still be afraid of this freshman English?

Today's English class is early in the morning, and papers are handed out after class on weekends.

Li Wenrui respectfully handed over the weekly exercise paper ([-]) that he had finished quickly: "Today's homework has been completed, and the class representative accepts it."

Xi Yan flipped it open for a while, then turned his head to look at Ni Wenrui next to the corridor, and started calling: "Xiao Ni, Xiao Ni!"

Ni Wenrui didn't ask any questions, just passed a reading comprehension paper every week in Chinese with a sullen head and cool hands.

Xi Yan looked at Ni Wenrui's beautiful handwriting, and thought about buying a pen for himself.

Buy another one for Zhong Qin.

Maybe the two of them will be able to stand up and bow to each other.

In addition to one piece of reading comprehension, the weekly fixed homework for Chinese also has a composition.

Li Wenrui muttered to the blank composition paper beside him: "The topic of the composition is not my deskmate..."

Xi Yan squinted at him curiously: "If yes, what are you going to write about me?"

Li Wenrui sonorously: "My deskmate! He is very kind!"

Xi Baba gave him a blank look, and asked the girl at the front table: "Brother Yao, let me take a picture of your paper for self-study next night."

Just started school, and the difficulty of science homework has not yet risen, and everyone is doing homework very quickly.

Lu Yaoyao is a carefree and easy-going girl. This week, she has become acquainted with Xi Yan, who is also in the group of four at the back table.She turned around and said, "Or science and comprehensive subjects?"

Xi Yan hummed.

Lu Yaoyao said a few words: "After finishing writing, I will send it to you."

Xi Yan smiled flatteringly: "I'll do it."

Lu Yaoyao looked at him contemptuously: "Handsome guy, can three pieces of paper kill you?"

Xi Yan explained: "It's two days on the weekend, I'm afraid I'll lose it for you."

In fact, it’s not just on weekends. He has always had a principle of copying his homework. If he can finish copying, he will copy it on the spot.

Xi Yan called friends and friends for a while, and then clicked on the homework in his hand. Chinese, English, physics and chemistry were all done, and the math was missing.

In the fifth middle school, like the weekly practice papers, regardless of the subjects, they are issued uniformly by the grade group, and every class is the same. Doing the papers or other questions depends entirely on the arrangement of the teacher.

Previously, Xi Yan copied Ding Xuan's math papers, and every time Ding Xuan wondered how he did his homework so quickly, and the caller was entertained when he called back.

Just when Xi Yan was wondering if he could not be happy collecting the masters of a hundred schools of thought, Lu Yaoyao suddenly remembered something, and turned around and said: "The star mathematics is almost finished."

Xi Yan was taken aback.

The girl at the same table as Lu Yaoyao was named Chen Xing, who was the party secretary of their class. Xi Yan remembered that she was very shy, and occasionally organizing a class-based group activity would kill her.

Although they are in the same group, except for collecting group fees and class discussions, Chen Xing usually does not have unnecessary communication with him.

Xi Yan recalled that she might have been a little "socially fearful", plus some other things, and later became a little afraid of herself.

But now looking at her obviously stunned back, Xi Yan remembered a little thing about this female classmate.

During the days when Xi Yan almost became the disgrace of the fifth middle school, at the end of the second half of the second year of high school, Jiang Shui called Chen Xing to chat outside the corridor.

Because the first school year was in a small group, she asked about Xi Yan's situation: "How is Xi Yan doing recently? Xing Xing, I speak straight and don't like to go around with students. I don't talk about the scene. I know he doesn't do homework. , and don’t listen much to lectures. It’s almost the end of the semester, and this semester is the three-school joint exam—if a four-digit ranking can’t cause him pressure, then he’s not far from giving up his studies.”

Chen Xing bit his lip, a bit at a loss, not knowing what to say, Jiang Shui lowered his voice: "I want to know about his situation from you classmates and friends, don't worry, Yaoyao, Wen Rui, including Liu Zhao and the others , I have asked, and it doesn’t matter if I tell him that I came to you. Xi Yan, he is different from these innocent and mischievous children. He has thoughts and ideas, and he wraps himself tightly. I don’t know where to start if I want to help him.”

Jiang Shui sighed, "I'm the head teacher. I can't, don't want to, and won't give up on any student. The premise is that he can't... give up on himself like he is now."

Chen Xing lowered his head a little at first, but immediately raised his eyes with frowns when he heard the words, and said anxiously: "Mr. Jiang, what happened this time or two can't fully explain anything... In fact, Xi Yan is not bad in nature, really! You Ask a few more classmates, and everyone will definitely say the same.”

It just so happened that Xi Yan heard these words when he came out of the independent stairs, and heard nothing else but the last two sentences Chen Xing said.

Xi Yan's footsteps did not pause at all, as if he hadn't noticed their words at all, he turned to the toilet without squinting.

Jiang Shui didn't say anything, but sighed heavily behind his back.

But Xi Yan suddenly felt as if he was being pinched in his heart, and it was uncomfortable.

In retrospect, Xi Yan does not know how many friends and classmates have said the words "nature is not bad" in front of the teacher for him.

He suddenly regretted it, and couldn't remember for a moment whether he treated people as friends and got along well.