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Without waiting for Zhong Qin to answer, Yang Ziyang answered, "No way! Let's just talk about today. Mr. Gao is in the first class in the morning, and Mr. Gao came very early. When he saw it, hey, there was a group of people standing outside the classroom whose future was uncertain. I heard Mr. Gao chanting, 'Hiss, it seems like one is missing'... I seriously suspect that what came to his mind at that time was actually Xi Baba's face!"

Xi Yan put his backhand on his back: "Damn, it's a stalk, right? It's not over for you."

Yang Ziyang was overjoyed, and said: "It's all class. Mr. Gao saw that Brother Zhong hadn't come yet, so he asked me about others. I don't know. There are only a few minutes left before class is over. Brother Zhong can be counted as coming, and he is so generous." After walking through the main entrance, he yelled a report in a proper manner. Elder Gao asked him why he came only now——Hey, Brother Zhong, come on, let’s play a part.”

Zhong Qin didn't want to act: "...I said I slept through it."

Yang Ziyang was very enthusiastic, insisting on lowering his voice, imitating Gao Chengliu: "Hey, look at you, you are not in a hurry, you have a good attitude, even if you co-author a class for a minute, you can't count yourself as absent. You What about homework?"

Everyone looked at Zhong Qin together, Zhong Qin had no choice but to cooperate with the expectant eyes: "...in the schoolbag."

Yang Ziyang clapped his hands and was overjoyed: "Mr. Gao asked him to go in at that time! Who asked him where his homework was? It was asking him if he had written his homework! But when he said that his homework was in his bag, Mr. Gao was dumbfounded For a moment, just remind him for a while and remember to hand it in, then let him go."

"—The homework is in the bag, can you write it yourself! Finally, Brother Zhong stepped on the bell and sat back in his seat. He picked up my tutorial book with a calm face, and copied the answer in 2 minutes."

Ding Xuan and Li Wenrui, the two cowardly scumbags, suddenly worshiped Zhong Qin blindly.

Ding Xuan rolled his eyes and acted according to this idea: "Old Li, where is your money?"

Li Wenrui said sadly: "It's in this world, much much, waiting for me to earn it."

Xi Yan had a good time, thinking that Zhong Qin dared to fool the teacher, and he was not the only one who choked him, he felt much more at ease: "It's fine if you don't write the preview homework, why don't you even write the homework after class? Chihei, you are a tyrant and scumbag! I am a real scumbag, and I will finish copying it before going to school! How courageous."

Yang Ziyang began to expose his brother Zhong's old background again: "Don't tell me, after taking such a long class, his books are cleaner than my mother's handkerchief! But let's Brother Zhong, he always treats the preview in English books specially. The homework is all handwritten."

Xi Yan was stunned for a moment: "English books... preview homework?"

Yang Ziyang nodded: "Yes."

Xi Yan buried his head in looking at Zhong Qin, pointed at Yang Ziyang, wondering: "Didn't you copy it from him?"

Yang Ziyang seemed to be frightened, and shook his head like he was on drugs: "I'm the only one who deserves it?!"

Xi Yan: "..."

In the book, those objective questions that even Xi Yan himself thought were simple, and the correct rate is not impressive at all—but the answers to those subjective questions that Han Mei regards as standard answers... are actually Zhong Qin himself. made?

"I... I have respected you for nothing for nothing!" Xi Yan stretched out his hand and tapped Yang Ziyang's shoulder, then turned his head and bared his teeth at Zhong Qin, "You don't know how to ask me for credit!"

Zhong Qin leaned back and said to Xi Yan with a sideways face: "You will be thankful to God when you buy a tutorial book and copy it yourself in the future."

Almost all the questions in the textbooks and tutorials have answers.

Xi Yan said sullenly: "I don't want to buy it. What kind of scumbag buys tutorial books."

Ding Xuan and Li Wenrui weakly raised their hands:

"I."

"And I."

Zhong Qin added fuel to the fire: "Buy anyone who is sensible."

Xi Yan stared at Zhong Qin with wide eyes: "I can't find any textbooks. What kind of tutorial books do I buy? I have to copy them myself. Where is your book useful? I will borrow it from you!"

"Why aren't you too lazy?" Zhong Qin stood up, patted his pants, and jumped down the steps lightly, "Go back to sleep."

In the first class on Friday afternoon, the whole grade is mathematics, and the weekly exam papers are made uniformly, and only one class is tested, four and 10 minutes, small papers with no papers, and a full score of [-].

Yang Ziyang and Ding Xuan and Li Wenrui who had just established a blind worship of Zhong Qin also stood up with Zhong Qin:

"The afternoon was so beautiful that I almost forgot to take the weekly math exam."

"Stand-up comedy, you. Damn, it's time to come. I'm a little nervous, and I may not be able to sleep..."

"Look at how calm our brother Gou is, and how calm Xi Baba is. These two extremes lead to the same goal."

"Which two extremes?"

"I'm not afraid at all, it's useless to be afraid."

Xi Yan: "..."

No, when he was in college, he didn't even fail in high mathematics. Although he flew at a low altitude by luck, he can be regarded as someone who has seen the world. How can he be afraid of this mere weekly math test? !

As a result, after the first class in the afternoon finished the exam and the papers were collected, Xi Yan's eyes stared straight and his mind was lax.

It turns out: no matter what age, no matter what age, no matter what stage of mathematics, it will always be awe-inspiring.

Class [-] had a math class on Friday afternoon. After the exam, the class was over, and a physical education period was postponed. The papers were already marked and handed out before the class meeting started.

Li Wenrui looked at the red handwriting on Xi Yan's face, as if looking at shocking scars: "...you have to go through this hell."

Xi Yan, who has gone through the years, fell into deep self-doubt, and murmured through the vicissitudes of life: "How can I make so many mistakes in the set test..."

Lu Yaoyao turned around and said regretfully: "It seems that my name is more suitable for you, tsk tsk, you have a long way to go in mathematics."

Chen Xing said with difficulty: "It's actually not difficult, come on."

Xi Yan: "...Thank you."

During the class meeting, Jiang Shui finalized the class committee members who had been on trial for a week, including representatives of each subject.

Before letting everyone go to dinner, Jiang Shui said: "Correct the weekly exam papers by yourself, and the lectures will be commented on next Monday. No acceptance, random checks. Alright, let's go to dinner."

Xi Yan swallowed.

He felt that Jiang Shui was looking at himself when he said the word "spot check".

Xi Yan was thinking about watching butter, and felt that evening self-study was very long.

After finally staying up until the end of the evening self-study, Xi Yan, considering his own safety, waited until Jiang Shui walked out of the classroom before taking out his mobile phone to take pictures of the remaining and unfinished homework.

The representative of the Pacific class was a little depressed at the moment. He was doing well, and he had collected all the homework. Suddenly, there was another weekly exam paper to be corrected. The paper was clearly marked with scores. Out of respect for other people's privacy, Xi Yan didn't say anything. Ask someone else for papers.

He packed his things, told the people around him to see you next week, and walked out the back door with his schoolbag on his back.

He stepped out with one foot and glanced at the wall.

But Zhong Qin was not there.

Xi Yan walked up the corridor, carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, striding towards Class [-] on the opposite side.His trouser pocket shook on the road, Xi Yan thought about it, and took it out to have a look.

It happened to be Zhong Qin's news:

"cleaning"

Xi Yan smiled.

Don't forget it.

Yang Ziyang greeted Xi Yan from a long distance, and Xi Yan responded enthusiastically.

Zhong Qin almost turned a deaf ear to the two schoolmates flirting with each other.The palm of his left hand rested on top of his stack of books, and his slender fingers subconsciously tapped the book cover, as if he was thinking about which book he should choose to take home with him for the weekend.

Xi Yan leaned against the back door of class [-], hooked his toes and kicked Zhong Qin's bench, crossed his arms and said to Zhong Qin who was sitting firmly on the seat: "Sit and clean? The task you assigned is to use Ass to wipe the bench?"

Standing behind him, Xi Yan saw a pile of papers on Zhong Qin's desk, all of which were finished, and there was a pen beside him.

Sitting without moving, he should be writing a paper.

Xi Yan said with emotion: "Did you work so hard in order not to take your homework home?"

Zhong Qin glanced at him: "It's Yang Ziyang who worked hard."

Xi Yan was amused by these words.

Still didn't respect Yang Ziyang in vain.

Xi Yan was a little curious about creatures like Xueba, so he asked, "If you don't listen to class and don't write homework, can you keep your grades?"

To tell you the truth, at the beginning, he was in the fifth middle school based on his ability. Although he was a phoenix tail in the fifth middle school, he might be a chicken head in other schools.But his grades are just copying homework like this, and it can't be saved at all.

Zhong Qin stood up and was about to clean up. When he got up, he glanced at Xi Yan and replied, "If you didn't write the answer, it doesn't mean you didn't learn."

Xi Yan was stunned, half understanding.

Although Yang Ziyang's seat was also empty, Xi Yan sat down on Zhong Qin's seat.

There were a lot of things on Zhong Qin's desk and in the drawers. Xi Yan didn't turn over, didn't move around, just sat obediently, and only took a sneak peek at the draft book that this person spread on the table while Zhong Qin was sweeping the floor. .

can't read.

It's not a set question anyway.

Math is mixed with physics.

Zhong Qin's book and exercise book look like new, but the draft book looks similar to Zhou Zijie's rotten pickle book, but it's not because the book is too worn out, but because it's used too frequently.

Zhong Qin didn’t choose unnecessary or poor-quality notebooks to make drafts like most students did. What he bought was an A4-sized drawing notebook with pure white inner pages, which looked more compelling than ordinary notebooks.

Looking at the contents of the draft, Xi Yan really couldn't recall which lecture it was about.

Xi Yan propped his chin and thought, probably this person didn't listen to the class, and went to write and draw by himself.

After one calculation, move on to the next one. If you remember, you can tick the answer in the exercise book, and forget it.

When I was young, I always thought that school bullies were cool, independent, did not "follow the crowd" in learning, and no one dared to bully them in school.

When I grow up, I occasionally express a sentence or two of regret that I didn't study hard at the beginning.

This is the first time...

Xi Yan felt the charm of Xueba from the bottom of his heart.

It's so cool.

Xi Yan was in a daze, and Zhong Qin happened to sweep into the last row of this large group.

Xi Yan immediately put the "scores are private" thing behind him, and asked him persuasively: "Xueba, have you revised the weekly math exam paper? Can you lend it to me?"

After finishing speaking, he accidentally added another sentence: "Well, I took pictures and didn't take them home."

Zhong Qin didn't even lift his eyelids: "It's in the drawer, find it yourself."

Xi Yan hesitated for a second: "...Oh."

He tilted the bench and looked down.

Zhong Qin's mobile phone was lying on an exercise book, and the screen was still on.

It stands to reason that Xi Yan has already obtained the owner's permission, so he should not feel uncomfortable when stepping into other people's private space, but when he stretched his hand towards Zhong Qin's table belly, he was still inexplicably a little awkward.

Before he wore it back, when he was in college, there was always a queue for the boiling water room. In winter, they would buy "hot water" in their dormitory, take a pot of cold water, just throw it in, and the water will boil in a while.

Although it is convenient, this thing is an illegal electrical appliance, and it will be confiscated if it is seen by the dormitory manager.

Xi Yan suddenly began to reflect on himself, and felt that getting along with Zhong Qin was like a "hot guy".

I won't talk about Li Wenrui and the others. After all, they had a classmate relationship with him before. On top of the familiarity, they added nostalgia and kindness, and they got along very quickly.

But Zhong Qin...is different.

Zhong Qin is the first sight, first encounter, and first acquaintance in his life.

... What if someone just has a good personality, but actually really hates to see "heating up quickly" in his heart?

It was hard to cultivate some friendship, what should I do if it is "confiscated"?

Xi Yan withdrew the hand that was reaching out to Zhong Qin's belly.

He sat the bench upright, cleared his throat, and politely said to Zhong Qin, who was slowly sweeping to the last row of the second largest group: "There are so many things, I have to turn them over, I'm afraid they will be messed up by you, or... it's up to you." Take it yourself?"

Xi Yan has been living a very inflated life recently, and has never been so reserved.

Zhong Qin straightened his waist, supported the broom in one hand, frowned and looked at Xi Yan: "What's wrong?"

Xi Yan flattened his mouth.

Zhong Qin leaned the broom against the table, raised his legs and walked over.

Xi Yan leaned back very consciously, giving way to the belly of the table.

Zhong Qin bent over, gently grabbed the back of the chair Xi Yan was leaning against with one hand, and rummaged inside the table with the other.

Half of Xi Yan was covered, and he immediately smelled the clean and refreshing smell of washing powder on Zhong Qin's body.

His eyes had nowhere to fall, he could only stare at the handsome neck and tough back of the boy in front of him, and stared blankly for a while.

Zhong Qin quickly took out a paper from the bottom of the exercise book and put it on the table.

Xi Yan turned his head to look at the back of Zhong Qin who went back to sweep the floor again, feeling that he didn't smear the paper on his face just now, he is really a good boy who is well-educated and not afraid of trouble.

...Could it be that when Zhong Qin cut it open, the inside was actually "hot"?

how is this possible.

Xi Yan made himself laugh.

But he couldn't stop laughing soon... The paper Zhong Qin gave him had the "anti-plagiarism" function impeccable!

The so-called revised papers are intended to recalculate the wrong questions, record the process steps, and comment on the key points.

And Zhong Qin's 98-point high-score paper is actually cleaner than Xi Yan's face, not to mention the red pen annotations and correction marks, even the original answering steps are so streamlined that it seems that his hands are broken and he can't write.

Xi Yan searched carefully on the paper without the red cross, and finally understood where the two points were deducted——the last big finale question.

There is a small question mark written in red pen next to the big question, but it seems to reveal the great doubts of the grading teacher.

It was the first time in Xi Yan's life that he united with the math teacher, because he didn't understand how Zhong Qin's answer to the last step was calculated through the previous step.

Xi Yan put his own test paper fished out of hell next to Zhong Qin's paper, and began to lose consciousness.

... dwarfed by comparison, it is impossible to write.

He didn't even notice that Zhong Qin had come back after cleaning.

Zhong Qin flicked Xi Yan's forehead with his fingers: "Why are you in a daze. Get up and go back."

Xi Yan rubbed his forehead in a daze, then held up his paper and shook it in front of Zhong Qin, and lamented in a drawn-out voice: "What should I do——Zhong Qin can't save Xi Yan—"