Dressed as the school grass of the heartthrob [the past wears the present]

"It matches your size!" Song Yu tapped Nie Wuyi's head with the other end of his chopsticks, making a ding-dong sound.

The girl next to me was still screaming, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Jiang Han signed my hand, I will not wash my hands for a week!"

"What's Jiang Yunkoukou's number? We also want to add it." The girls at the next table all excitedly moved over to look at it. The girl didn't want to show them and ran away, and the girls behind followed her in a swarm. Echoed their screams.

"It's crazy, these girls. Why didn't a girl come to ask for my button?" Nie Wuyi sighed deeply.

Song Yu said, "Is it because the food in the cafeteria is not good, or is it because the teacher doesn't assign enough homework, so I come to you to ask for it?"

Nie Wuyi raised his short hair that stood up, and said very narcissistically: "At any rate, I can be regarded as the No. [-] school grass, and this temperament is still stable."

Jiang Yun and Song Yu looked at each other and smiled, both shook their heads and sighed.

It was lunch break after dinner, and Song Yu still liked to sleep on the table, wearing his big blue earphones, sleeping soundly.

As for Jiang Yun, he likes to lean back on a chair, fold his hands, and gently close his eyes to rest.

Song Yu glanced at him while turning over, and cursed: "It's so elegant to ride a horse."

The exam in the afternoon is about mathematics.

On such a hot day, there is no fan outside the classroom, and to do such a complicated problem, Jiang Yun scratched his head and wanted to kill.

In the classroom, Song Yu was quite comfortable. He not only sat under the electric fan, but also brought out a small pink electric fan and put it on the table to blow on his face.

When the invigilator turned around, Jiang Yun stretched out his long arms and snatched the electric fan from Song Yu's desk.

"Pink? Your preference is quite unique!" He was slightly surprised.

Song Yu quickly explained, "I went to the bathroom just now, and a girl gave it to me on the way." It's not that he likes pink, but blue is his favorite.

Jiang Yun placed the small fan in front of his desk. Although it looked small and the wind was not strong, it was better than nothing.He jokingly said: "There are so many peach blossoms!"

Song Yu still wanted to talk, but was caught by the invigilator, "Song Yu, don't whisper!"

Song Yu was very innocent, "Teacher, why am I whispering to each other by myself?"

"Do your paper well and don't disturb other students."

Song Yu: ...

Jiang Yun felt amused, these teachers are quite eccentric, every time they arrest someone, they always arrest Song Yu, not him.

He couldn't understand the questions on the paper at all, so he simply supported the back of his head with one hand, blowing a small fan, and looked at the scenery of the mountains in the distance.Their classroom is on the fifth floor, diagonally across from the dormitory built halfway up the mountain, outside the door of the dormitory is a row of painted railings, under the railings are full of roses and roses, so bright red makes people glance You can see it in the past, it is very eye-catching.

After the mathematics test, they will take the comprehensive test of science, and after the comprehensive test of science, they will take the English test in the evening. The time is too late, and there is hardly any chance for them to breathe.

"When will this result come out?" Nie Wuyi asked.

"You kid is too anxious, you just handed in the paper." Song Yu glanced back at him.

At this moment, Jiang Yun moved the table in from the outside, and Nie Wuyi grabbed his shoulders, smiling all over his face: "Jiang Yun, how many points do you think you got in this test?"

Jiang Yun put the table down heavily, imitating Song Yu's tone, and said, "Guess."

Nie Wuyi stroked his chin and thought about it, "I guess it's 650 anyway."

Jiang Yun shook his head, didn't want to pay attention to him, and walked out of the classroom alone. The corridor on the balcony was full of people. After a day of exams, everyone didn't want to sit in this dull classroom anymore, and they all ran out to stand and refresh themselves.

But the rest time is always very short, and it didn't take long before the class bell rang.

There is one last self-study class.

Class teacher Yang Yan came to the classroom holding his big belly, and shouted loudly: "Squad leader, take the red pen and go to the big office to help correct the papers."

In addition to the class monitor, the head teacher also called several other people by their names.

Song Yu also forgot that he was the squad leader today, and he dozed off in his seat without moving.

Lao Yang yelled again, "Squad leader! Are you deaf?"

Only then did Song Yu look up and saw Jiang Yun sitting on the seat and did not leave. Only then did he realize that he was his class monitor today. He quickly searched for a red pen, "Okay, teacher, I'll be right there."

He was about to leave with the red pen, but he felt something was wrong, why would he do such a shitty thing as soon as he became the squad leader, he couldn't sleep well, and of course he couldn't be cheap.

He took his red pen from Jiang Yun's pen container, grabbed him with both hands, and pulled him out of the classroom.

"Hey, he told you to go, not me." Jiang Yun refused with a full face of resistance.

"He was talking about the monitor, but he didn't say he could only go to one monitor." Song Yu suddenly acted coquettishly, his voice was like an oriole singing, and it was very pleasant to the ear, "Let's go, don't you want to know how many points you got in the test? "

"I do not want."

"Then don't you want to know how many points I got?"

"I don't even want to."

"Let's go, don't ink!" Song Yu struggled to pull him to the big office on the third floor.

This office is really huge. It is made up of four classrooms, which are full of desks. When they walked in, they saw students sitting at a desk in the distance.

Song Yu pulled Jiang Yun over, and only after he passed did he realize that the two of them were assigned to the English department. They were going to help the English teacher correct the papers. Song Yu was very happy, and he liked this job.

But Jiang Yun really had a big head.

Song Yu basically corrected a paper in 2 minutes, but he couldn't finish it in 10 minutes.

It’s better to choose the words to fill in the blanks and change it directly according to the answer. If it is different from the answer, it is wrong.

And the translation sentence below really stumped him. Looking at the various answers written by his classmates, he really couldn't understand them.

He threw the stack of English papers to Song Yu, "here, I'm leaving."

"Hey, you can't go, you can't be so unkind!" Song Yu hugged his hand.

Jiang Yun narrowed his eyes, pointed to the Chinese teacher not far away, and said, "I'll go there."

"I don't need you there, and the grades will come out soon." Song Yu pulled him down and sat down again, "You'd better help me change my English honestly!"

Jiang Yun refused in his heart. Originally, he couldn't understand the English words. In addition, the words written by those students were crooked, which was far from the standard answer. It took him a lot of time to understand a word. a long time.

After changing two cards, he changed them according to his mood, and deducted points for those that looked unpleasant, so that his speed increased all of a sudden.

"Damn it, Jiang Yun got 145 in Chinese!"

Over there, some students are checking their language scores.

"Oh my god, it's so awesome!"

Song Yu made a loving gesture with both hands to Jiang Yun, and shouted with a smile: "Xueba."

Jiang Yun couldn't believe that the answers to Song Yu's love multiple-choice questions he copied got such high marks!

"Don't dare." He returned.

And Song Yu himself was even more stunned, how could the love he drew so casually go against the sky?

The classmate over there uttered another exclamation, "Jiang Yun's composition is full marks! Talent!"

Everyone was scrambling to read Jiang Yun's test paper, but it was not the group of students who snatched Jiang Yun's test paper in the end, but Song Yu.He didn't snatch this test paper to see Jiang Yun's awesomeness, but he wanted to see how such a stupid idiot got a high score of 145 in the test.

How does a person who has to copy multiple-choice questions from him achieve full marks in his composition?

He turned over the test paper and turned to the composition on the last page. The beautiful words on those two pages had already convinced him.

This word is written gracefully and powerfully, every stroke is just right, like a dragon flying on the paper.Just based on this word, he wanted to give him full marks, not to mention the content he wrote.

The test paper for this test is the real question of the previous college entrance examination. The title of the composition is "How does Edison think about mobile phones?"

If Edison came to live in the 21st century for a week, what would be the most novel thing for him?

Probably the phone.

This composition revolves around such a passage of material. Song Yu read the entire composition, and finally realized that there is really a composition with a perfect score in the college entrance examination in this world. of!

This article really surprised him.

Song Yu put down the paper, and went back to correct his English paper silently. During this period, he didn't say any words of praise, and the silence was a little too much.

Jiang Yun tapped his hand with a red pen and asked, "What? Was it hit?"

He raised his eyelids, with a weary expression on his face, "It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to come to me to show off, it's not because of my love that you got so high in the exam."

"Heh," Jiang Yun chuckled, "I'm looking forward to your score."

"Brother, don't look forward to it." Except for the multiple-choice questions, Song Yu did everything else in a mess. He didn't know any of the ancient poems that he wrote silently, and he relied on Meng to analyze classical Chinese.

The point is composition, hey, it's embarrassing to say it!

How embarrassing it is, Song Yu saw it in class the next day.

The Chinese teacher is a little old man around 40 years old, he looked at Jiang Yun in the back row with a kind smile, "Come on, Jiang Yun, take your paper, 145, the whole class, no, it is the highest score in the whole grade. "

You hardly need to look at his face to know that the corners of his mouth are going up to the ceiling.

There is no teacher who does not like a gifted student like Jiang Yun.

Especially the Chinese teacher, who gave him full marks in the composition, must have turned on the super invincible colorful beauty filter.

Jiang Yun thought so in his heart.

Afterwards, the Chinese teacher handed out a stack of copies from the first row. It turned out that he had copied Jiang Yun's composition, and everyone had a copy.

"Don't get excited, everyone. I copied [-] copies, and students in other classes also have them. You all have to take a good look at how other Jiang Yun writes essays."

"Especially you, Song Yu, learn from your composition at the same table."

"See for yourself what you wrote? When Edison wore it to the modern age, he picked up the mobile phone that made modern people crazy and intoxicated. He first played Plants vs. Zombies, and then played King of Glory. In the end, I decided to play Happy Xiaoxiaole, only this is more suitable for an old man like him..."

"A week later, he happily annihilated himself, and went back to the nineteenth century alive."

The Chinese teacher finished reading with smoke above his head, and roared angrily: "Come and get your paper, the composition is zero."

"Hahahahaha." The students burst into laughter.

Song Yu went to get his own paper pointlessly, with a smile on his face.

Jiang Yun, who has always been aloof, couldn't help but smile, and praised: "Excellent!"

Nie Wuyi snatched the paper from Song Yu's hand, "Song Yu, you are talented. Those who get zero points in composition these days are all talented people. You see, I can't get zero points for my hard work, but I still got 35 points. It shows that you don't care. Normal!"

"Loss, continue to lose!" Song Yu rolled his eyes at him.

"I'm not hurting you, I'm praising you!" Nie Wuyi held the paper high, and opened it to read, "I have to study the composition of Master Zero."

Jiang Yun slanted his eyes to the right, read his composition as well, and commented quite seriously: "The style of writing is humorous and interesting, the intention is clear and clear. worthy of the title of God."

Song Yu actually felt a little ashamed after hearing this, he stood up and took back the paper, narrowed his eyes and said, "Scholar, you also clean me up, right?"

Jiang Yun shook his head, and said dotingly, "Praise you."