Your brother will take you to lie down and win

Yuren is a private high school with textbooks and syllabus written by its own school. Classes in the unified recruitment department are not divided into classes. Except for language and mathematics, physical and chemical biology, and geographical history and politics, the nine subjects are all main subjects. The monthly test scores exclude language and mathematics. Except for the full score of 130, the full score of the other six subjects is only 990, so the full score of the nine subjects is [-].

With a total score of 990, Huo Lingran got 941 in the exam, but a certain brother got less than 450, not even half of him.

calm?

nonexistent.

During the few seconds when the blood rushed straight to the top of his head, Feng Rui's heart was ready.

Suppressing his emotions, he calmed down by tidying up a pile of papers by subject.

Immediately after recovering, he took out his mobile phone and notified Feng Shuwen: Your total score this time was 447, which is the bottom one.

It took several minutes for Feng Shuwen to reply, the same sentence: I'm sorry, brother.

Feng Ruixin said goodbye and I'm sorry, the one who is really sorry for your score is yourself who comes to school every day.

Feng Rui didn't get angry anymore, and calmly said on the phone: I remember that your total score was not so low in the monthly exam last month.

When I was in high school, my grades were not as bad as they are now.

Feng Shuwen returned after a while: I didn't study hard, and I didn't review well.

Feng Rui: Then where do you spend your time?

After asking this time, Feng Rui put his phone on his lap, looked down at the table, and waited.

Before waiting for his brother's reply, suddenly someone shouted from the back door: "Hello, Feng Shuwen."

Feng Rui turned his head to look.

He was called by a boy with protruding ears and acne scars on his face.

It was the break time before the first class, and the class was already a bit noisy because the monthly exam papers had just been handed out. The arrival and shouting of the boys did not attract any special attention, and the boys themselves stood there graciously. Outside the back door, he looked familiar, and he didn't feel at all cautious about coming to other classes for himself.

Seeing "Feng Shuwen", the boy just turned his head to look at him, didn't move, didn't respond, barked twice, and beckoned: "Come out!"

Feng Rui held his phone and got up and walked out, secretly thinking that this person is one of "those boys"?

Write a love letter for his brother to send?Or a follower who fights?

The result is neither.

As soon as Feng Rui walked out, the boy pulled him to the corridor, looked around, and asked, "I heard that you had a falling out with them? Did you even fight? How is it? Are you okay?"

He said again: "I heard that your brother also came to school yesterday? How is it, your brother didn't cut you when he went back, did he?"

Peeled.

The one who cut people is right in front of you.

Feng Rui looked at the boy, looked down at the phone that hadn't received a reply, and became more and more curious about what Feng Shuwen was usually doing at school.

The boy continued: "By the way, you must be careful these days. I heard that Yuan Ba ​​is planning to trouble you."

Yuan Ba, who is this again?

Seeing "Feng Shuwen" in front of him, the boy just listened and said nothing, and his expression was calmer than ever before, wondering: "Hey! What are you doing? You made me stupid by your brother? Talk!"

Feng Rui said, just a few words: "What else?"

The boy stared: "There is more?" Dude, you are very calm.

"Also, some people from the International Department have to watch your jokes again."

International Department?

The boy patted Feng Rui: "I know it's not easy for you recently, don't be so expressionless."

At this time, Feng Rui's mobile phone finally received a message from Feng Shuwen.

Feng Shuwen: It's not clear on the phone, I'll tell you at night when you come back.

Feng Rui scanned the news at a glance, then suddenly raised his arms and raised his phone, the front camera pointed at him and the boy next to him, and at the same time he clicked on the camera: "Take a picture."

The boy reacted awkwardly. Although he didn't know what group photo to take at this time, since the phone was raised and the camera was facing him, he subconsciously looked at the camera and smiled.

Not long after, this photo was sent to Feng Shuwen.

Feng Rui: Who?

"..." Feng Shuwen honestly: from other classes.

Feng Rui: Name.

Feng Shuwen: I have spare money.

The remaining money in front of him talked about something else.

"Oh, by the way, I found a buyer for the pair of shoes you snatched last time. To be honest, you can give me the shoes later, and I'll take them there for that person to inspect."

Yu Qian shrewdly raised his eyebrows and said, "This pair can earn six hundred at least."

"The old rule is still six|four points."

Feng Rui: "..."

Two minutes later, Yu Qian left, Feng Rui stood in the corridor, and called his precious brother who had flipped his shoes before class started.

Feng Shuwen's voice sounded weak: "Brother..."

Feng Rui sneered, and shouted back: "Boss Feng!"

"..." Feng Shuwen knew that he was completely exposed when he saw that photo, and he didn't care about anything else, so he opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."

Feng Rui said with a smile: "I'm sorry? What are you sorry for? Boss Feng's business has already been achieved two hundred miles away. One order can earn at least six hundred, and the six|fourths will be used to get the big head. It's a big deal!"

Feng Shuwen was about to cry. His brother's accent couldn't be solved with a feather duster. In order not to be picked off, he immediately admitted his mistake on the spot: "I was wrong, I won't dare in the future."

Feng Rui's blood began to turn hot again, and it was inconvenient to get angry in the school corridor, so he restrained his emotions and voice: "So you didn't come to school, but to dump your shoes?"

Feng Rui was really puzzled: "Is it because you are short of money or I don't give you enough pocket money?"

Feng Shuwen quickly said: "No shortage, enough."

Enough is not for money?

Then why?

Feng Shuwen stammered: "...I am..."

The bell for class saved him.

Before hanging up the phone, Feng Rui said calmly: "One day, think about how to tell me. If you want to lie, you'd better make up your words. Don't let me hear that it's a made-up nonsense."

Feng Shuwen responded.

"Also," Feng Rui breathed out, "Don't tell me 'sorry' all the time in the future."

Feng Rui: "You are my younger brother, and I am your elder brother. You have nothing to do to me."

Feng Rui hung up the phone, stepped on the bell and went back to the classroom.

After sitting down, he took out the textbook of the first class and the monthly exam paper from the belly of the table, and by the way looked down at the shoes he was wearing today.

His brother is very fond of shoes, since junior high school.

I know many brands and series, and I also know many joint models that Feng Rui can't name.

At that time, Feng Rui thought that all young boys nowadays like shoes, and he never cared about them, and never asked too much. His brother asked for money and shoes, as long as he didn't use them to compare with others, he basically gave them.

He has also seen his brother's two cabinets full of shoes and shoe boxes stacked together, even the WeChat profile picture is a shoe.

He actually didn't quite understand it. After all, he could wear any pair of old shoes for a long time, and he never paid attention to the style or brand.

Feng Shuwen also tried to talk about shoes with him before, because he was not interested, and thought it was something children like, so he didn't pay attention every time, and never listened to it all.

Thinking about it now...

During this brief trance, Feng Rui suddenly thought, if he had been more patient and focused on listening to Shu Wen talk about his shoes, would he have known in time that his brother was reselling shoes with his classmates at school?

I thought again: Although Shu Wen was brought up by him himself, but the child has grown to be 17 years old. Does he, the older brother, really understand his younger brother?

And Feng Rui soon discovered that he might not know not only his brother, but also others——

In the first English class, Jiang Yue entered the classroom empty-handed, and instead of going to the podium, she stood in the aisle between the first group and the second group, clapped her hands and said, "Okay, let's talk about this class first. Monthly exam paper."

"Is there anything you don't understand?" Jiang Yue casually looked down at the papers of a few classmates around her, "If you understand it, let's pass it, and don't talk about it. If you don't understand the question number, I will explain it again."

The classroom was filled with the sound of papers being flipped, and no one said a word. Feng Rui looked at the paper in his hand and waited silently, thinking to himself that the numbers were very similar to the math problems he taught in junior high school. Different students made different mistakes. Because it is typical, the wrong ones will be uniform, so the teacher will always have a topic to talk about when students report the number of questions.

In the end, Feng Rui was completely wrong, no one reported the title number, not a single one.

Starting from listening, Jiang Yue "passed", "passed" and "passed", passed cloze, passed reading comprehension, and passed to the final composition.

Feng Rui: "???"

When it comes to the composition question, Jiang Yue: "This time the composition is simple. It is an English composition for the National College Entrance Examination for one year. It is not too difficult. Just pay attention. This is a letter of invitation. Don't forget to write the format."

"Okay," Jiang Yue breathed out, "The monthly exam papers are finished, put them away, open the textbook, we will continue to study UNITTEN today."

Everyone put away their papers and opened their textbooks, except Feng Rui.

Because Feng Rui's head was full of question marks, he couldn't quite understand: Why is this paper finished?Didn't you say nothing?

Not only was the paper not mentioned, but the UNITTEN that was said to be a follow-up study also became a decoration soon after.

In the 10th minute of a class, Jiang Yue chatted about Huo Lingran's English debate topic for the final.

She directly had the drafts of Huo Lingran and his team, who were the affirmative, in her hand. She talked about several arguments and debates, and also talked about some of the more powerful arguments of the opposing debaters in the final.

During this period, I just took a pen and wrote a few sentence patterns on the blackboard. The chalk pointed at the sentence patterns written on the blackboard, and emphasized: "Pay attention to this sentence pattern and the vocabulary used in the sentence."

"For words with the same meaning, Huo Lingran used three different words depending on the tone and emphasis, and one is a phrase."

Many students in the class immersed themselves in copying and taking notes.

Feng Rui didn't copy it, not because he didn't want to copy it, but because he was still in a state of question marks and didn't have time to copy it.

So among the group of students who were buried in their heads, his head stood out, facing Jiang Yue on the podium.

Jiang Yue: "?"

Feng Rui: "?"

Jiang Yue raised her eyebrows, remembering, writing.

Only then did Feng Rui take a pen and turn out the notebook.

So the whole class ended with Huo Lingran's debate questions.

Before the bell rang, Jiang Yue assigned a homework: "I just read Huo Lingran's team's final four debate summary statement in class, copy it a few more times."

Feng Rui: How many times did you copy it?

Jiang Yue smiled: "If you know how, you can just copy it once or twice."

Feng Rui: "?"

And when get out of class was over, after Jiang Yue left, Feng Rui found with a question mark on his face that the class was quiet, no one was moving around, and everyone was buried in writing.

Feng Rui glanced at the neighbor sitting across the small aisle, and saw the boy next to him writing something quickly in his English homework book. If he guessed correctly, it should be the homework assigned by Jiang Yue just now.

But the question is, what about Fan Wen?

Except for a few sentence patterns and words that Jiang Yue emphasized on the blackboard, there was no model essay at all. When Jiang Yue said to copy it several times, Feng Rui thought that some class representatives would get the model later and go to the blackboard to write the discussion on the blackboard again. They copied again.

The result is now...

Feng Rui: "?"

Are you all child prodigies?

Not only a child prodigy, but also develop in multiple directions.

After a while, the classmate on Feng Rui's right hand chatted with the boy in the front row. They wrote and said:

"I hit a new stock yesterday."

"I also played, but I didn't win, but I sold a stock, XX Huaneng, and made more than 800."

"sure."

"What's the matter, I met a few from the International Department yesterday, at the milk bar. One of them bought the same stock as me. They cut it earlier than me, and made more than ten times my profit."

Feng Rui: "?????"

Feng Rui deliberately went out from the back door, deliberately stood in the corridor, deliberately raised his head and looked up at the class number plate on the door.

It's the second (third) class of high school, right?

Is it high school?

True high school! ? ? ?