Back in high school, I attacked my rival

He Zhixiu slowly entered the classroom holding a stack of answer sheets.

Wearing an ordinary shirt, coat, and trousers, but the temperament is always there, no matter what you wear.

Even after watching it for a month, the female students below are still interested, sighing softly, rustling like a group of mice.

It was the first time for Jie Qingyang to face up to He Zhixiu as not a rival in love. It was a brand new experience. He suddenly felt that the other party was good everywhere, and he even admired He Zhixiu's walking posture.

In fact, he still hasn't figured out whether He Zhixiu is Yan Jiajia's first love, or if he is the one who cheated on her many years later.But these are not important anymore, because Yan Jiajia never loved him, but lied to him, which is the most deadly source.

The fault is not He Zhixiu, it can be said that it has nothing to do with him.

"Distribute the answer sheet to everyone first." He Zhixiu handed the answer sheet to Jie Qingyang, "I found a few people to distribute it together."

"Okay." Jie Qingyang quickly distributed the test papers to Chen Junhe and the study committee members at the back table.

He Zhixiu analyzed the situation of the exam on the podium, "This monthly exam is also the first exam I took over from you, and the overall results are roughly the same as the last eight-school joint exam. There are 48 students in the class, and the number of passers 46, the highest score is 129 points, which is also the highest in the whole grade, the lowest score is 86 points, and the average score is 109." Hearing this number, Jie Qingyang's eyelids twitched. The score he was proud of was just an average. It can only be considered that he is lucky, the Chinese in the liberal arts class is so strong, he still remembers that there were 53 students in the science class last time, and only 32 passed, with an average score of 100.8 points directly here!

"There are three students with a score of 120, and 110 students with a score of 24 or more. Congratulations to you for continuing your outstanding performance. You are far ahead of all the classes in the school."

There was warm applause in the class, the atmosphere was harmonious, everyone's faces were beaming, and only language made them proud.

"But I found that the question that people generally lose points is the situational dictation of ancient poems and prose. Only a few people get full marks. This kind of six points that can be obtained only by relying on the back, how can you say no to it? I will catch you this month. recitation and dictation."

Every time Jie Qingyang sent a classmate, he sighed, everyone is taller than him, and everyone is smiling, he is a weak chicken.

I didn't have the mentality of comparison, but once infected by this atmosphere, I also want to be competitive. The key point is that he is the representative of the Chinese class, and He Zhixiu's class representative.

"Everyone gets the answer sheet, let's make a self-summarization first, and I will explain it later."

There were not many test papers left in Jie Qingyang's hand, and he saw Yan Jiajia's score on the last one, which was 121 points.

Few excellent points.

He gave her the test paper with eyes full of envy.

The little sisters around sighed after seeing her score.

"Jiajia is amazing! So tall!"

"Give me a look, give me a quick look, I've never had such a high score."

"Miss Jia is worthy of being Miss Jia!"

Jie Qingyang returned to his seat in a low mood, and looked at his dazzling scores. He made four mistakes in the multiple-choice questions alone. The most important thing is the translation of classical Chinese, which is terrible. The only thing that is better is the reading question.

And... composition.

It's actually a 55-point composition!

The front was poorly done, and it was all thanks to the composition to survive.

Beside the composition, there are flamboyant comments—profound thoughts and grand style of writing.

Chen Junhe also spotted it, his eyes couldn't help but light up, he pointed, "Can I take a look?"

"Yeah." He took the paper aside.

Chen Junhe carefully appreciated it.

"How about it, elementary school bully."

Chen Junhe: "I'm willing to bow down."

Jie Qingyang felt a little complacent, and finally had something he could get his hands on.He looked at He Zhixiu in front of him, and deliberately said in an aggrieved tone, "Mr. He, did I let you down?"

He Zhixiu sat on the podium, concentrating on reading the monthly exam papers, with drooping eyelids, fluttering eyelashes, sharp lines were drawn on his knife-cut side face, he looked up at Jie Qingyang, "I didn't have any expectations for you , so, not disappointed."

This...was more heartbreaking than disappointment, Jie Qingyang was like a thunderbolt, splitting his internal organs to pieces.

I don't know how shame can humiliate students like this, don't have expectations, why don't you have expectations, he is a god of Nangao!

"Why don't you have any expectations for me?"

He Zhixiu stopped writing, "What do you want me to expect from you?"

"...Just," "Study? You really don't need to hug him. He didn't expect it himself, so why ask others."He lowered his head and didn't reply.

After a while, there was a burst of exclamation in the class.

"Wow——" "Damn it, it's moving!"

"What is that!! My god."

Jieqing Yangzhanger couldn't figure it out, looked back in confusion to see what everyone was doing, and found that all the students were looking at one direction - the podium.

"The figure is perfect! The handsome man is here."

"Does Teacher He have a girlfriend? I'm so envious!"

"It's another day of being fascinated by Mr. He."

Jie Qingyang focused his gaze on the front again.

It turned out that He Zhixiu just got up to prepare for the test papers, and felt too hot, so he took off his jacket. His chest muscles were so full that the front shirt buttons moved.

He Zhixiu immediately put on his clothes again, a blush appeared on his cold white face.

Because of the close distance, Jie Qingyang could see it very clearly, and suddenly understood why he used cute to describe boys, the shameless appearance is really cute and cute.

He coughed a few times, "Everyone be quiet, let's talk about the test papers."

Who can still listen to the paper, Jie Qingyang is obsessed, hates that he just lowered his head and didn't take a look at the whole process, his chest muscles = can move.

He has seen it on TV, people who often go to the gym will exercise, and He Zhixiu also has it. He insists on running every morning and evening, and what kind of training he usually does, so he has such a good figure.

Damn it, showing off your figure in public must be intentional.

This person is very narcissistic.

"Jie Qingyang, what is the first question?"

"Ah?" Jie Qingyang stood up quickly, and He Zhixiu was beside him, watching him and waiting for him.

He was a little nervous, his throat was dry, and every time He Zhixiu got very close, he felt dizzy and couldn't concentrate.

"I didn't listen, I went out and stood." Jie Qingyang picked up the paper and asked for punishment.

This is also something that surprised everyone. It is the first time someone has been rushed to be punished. Is it sick?

He walked to the podium and was grabbed by He Zhixiu, "I didn't promise to let you out."

Everyone didn't smell the tense atmosphere when teachers and students had conflicts in the past. Instead, they gave people the feeling of coaxing children.

One wanted to get out, but the other refused to let it go.

Being bumped into by the same sex, it was like getting an electric shock, Jie Qingyang stood there blankly, "But I didn't attend the class, I should be punished, let me go out."

His eyes were fixed on the shameless hand on his wrist.

Then he had to face up to a problem, he really seemed to like He Zhixiu's hands very much.

If there is a chance, let him have a good touch.

"Then start again from now, and listen carefully." He Zhixiu let go of his hand.

The saying is a bit familiar, we can't start from scratch, but we can choose to start over.

"Okay." He returned to his seat, took out his pen, and began to listen carefully to the class.

Listening to the lectures was not as difficult as he imagined. During these two evening self-study sessions, he followed He Zhixiu's train of thought with all his attention, and some questions suddenly became clear, and he recalled a lot of knowledge.

Is a good teacher!

The Chinese class is a moment for him to learn knowledge comfortably, but the math class the next day is as tough as hell, and every minute and every second is suffering.

The most important thing is that their math test this time was really horrible.

Another epic battle between teachers and students.

In the past, there was another Chen Junhe who got an excellent score in the exam, but now he is gone.

bare.

Zhao Deyou was so angry that he had high blood pressure. He had never taught such a bad class in his whole life. "You are hopeless, you are hopeless."

As soon as he came in, he threw the paper on the podium, splashing three feet of chalk dust.

"Only eight people in the class passed, and the highest score was 103. There are not as many people in your class who passed the exam as 130! You are the best in liberal arts. What are you studying all day?"

"Next, I'm going to read out your scores one by one. If it's less than eighty points, stand up for me first!! See if I don't clean you up!"

Everyone held their breath and looked solemn, afraid that they would be the unlucky one. Only 8 people passed the exam, and there were not many who could pass the 80th grade.

"Ye Fan, 103 points, Zhang Zheng, 96 points..."

"Chen Chong, 89 points."

It has reached the unqualified range.

The people below are so nervous that they close their eyes and dare not face everything.

"... Strict standard, 83 points."

The score is getting more and more dangerous, Jie Qingyang only feels that he is dead, alas, he still overestimated himself.He glanced at the same table, Chen Junhe read the book calmly, unaffected at all, as if he had nothing to do with him, and stayed out of the matter.

"Jie Qingyang, 81 points."

Wow! ! !Jie Qingyang was ecstatic, he brushed the edge of the ball, and even passed the line, he couldn't help but prepare to take the paper with both hands.

Zhao Deyou threw his paper on his desk, "It's well controlled, stand back for me!"

"...? I have passed the test with 80 points," Jie Qingyang was still happy.

"Are you proud to have passed 80? It's not a failure."

What kind of saying is this, "You just said that you have passed the [-]th exam."

"Playing with things and losing one's ambition, willing to degenerate! Get out of here!"

Jie Qingyang held the paper angrily and stood beside Li Zhuo at the back.

"Brother Jie, don't be angry. Zhao Dapao is so unpredictable. The rules depend on your mood. If he doesn't like you, it doesn't matter if you get a score of 100 on the exam."

Someone next to him said: "Didn't Lao Zhao take you from the first class? You used to get full marks. That's why he was very angry!"

"Brother Jie, why don't you tell Lao Zhao the truth about your illness, so that he won't be so cruel to you." Li Zhuo warmly suggested.

Jie Qingyang replied in a low voice: "Forget it, bear with it for a while."

Li Zhuo: "How come I haven't heard Chen Junhe's name for a long time, isn't he usually the first, he is 120, what's going on this time!"

"He didn't write it." Jie Qingyang muttered.

"Why??!" Li Zhuo's pupils were shocked, and he couldn't sit still. "Is he crazy? Why didn't he write?" Jie Qingyang said, "Not only did he not write mathematics, he also didn't write English, politics, history and geography."

Li Zhuo gasped, unable to accept it, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak, "He, he, he, he, he is really crazy, how could this happen, he loves studying and exams the most, Why didn't you write the paper?" "Think about it yourself, what happened before the math test?"

Li Zhuo pondered his head and thought about it seriously, when he suddenly let out an "ah", startling the audience.

Zhao Deyou's sharp and vicious eyes shot over from a distance, "Li Zhuo, what are you doing! Come and get your 9-point test."

Normally, the class would have laughed a lot, but at this time, under Lao Zhao's lust, he couldn't laugh, he could only lament, what a miserable man, he would definitely be scolded and humiliated on the spot.

Li Zhuo walked up to the podium to collect his papers like a walking corpse, and at the end he glanced at Chen Junhe, wanting to talk to him.

"What are you doing here in a daze! I'm afraid that others won't know that you are the last one in the class. Isn't it embarrassing?! I just threw the answer sheet on the ground and stomped on it, and I got more exams than you. I don't know for a day." what are you doing!"

Li Zhuo didn't listen to Zhao Deyou's insult at all, his mind was full of Chen Junhe not writing the paper because of himself.

He felt that he was a sinner, and he must ask clearly.

The people below have hot faces and are angry in their hearts.

Zhao Deyou is too damn good at cursing!Overtly or implicitly sarcastic, humiliating.Jie Qingyang feels that he still likes to be with cultural people.

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