After pretending to be A, I was hugged by the national brother [Transmigration Book]

After making up his mind in this way, Zhong Xun didn't think about it anymore. He completely averted his eyes from the phone and concentrated on memorizing English.

As soon as he arrived at school, Zhong Xun saw Zhu Zhouyang lying listlessly on the desk in the classroom with two thick dark circles under his eyes, like an eggplant that had been beaten by frost.

... Could it be that he stayed up all night to finish the homework he assigned?

Zhong Xun tried his best to recall the amount of homework assigned to Zhu Zhouyang. Although it was double the amount of the physical exercises at noon, Zhong Xun thought that it was a task that could be completed within Zhu Zhouyang's level of ability, and the difficulty was not bad. Moderate, most of them are basic questions, so it shouldn't take him so much time?

"Brother Zhong!"

Although the upper eyelid was almost glued to the lower eyelid and passed away on the spot, but half asleep and half awake, Zhu Zhou Yang saw a figure suspected of being the boss of his family step into the classroom, Zhu Zhou Yang still subconsciously widened the eyes of the upper eyelid that was about to win. He raised his chest and reported loudly to the figure, "I have finished all the homework you assigned me!!!"

Zhong Xun took out a can of still warm milk from the schoolbag on his back and put it on his desk, and asked with concern, "...I will check it out soon, what time did you stay up yesterday ?”

"Also, it's not too late!"

As soon as this topic was mentioned, Zhu Zhou Yang immediately shuddered, and the hand that was cheerfully reaching for the can of milk also trembled, "I forgot to check the time before going to bed!"

Zhong Xun glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in the middle of the classroom not far away, and looked at him with some worry, "There is still some time before the formal class, you don't need to study for a while, you should catch up on sleep first."

"You can't delay your class today because of the extra homework I assigned you."

The concern in Zhong Xun's tone was beyond words, Zhu Zhouyang paused again with his fingertips tearing off the shallow/thin/plastic bag outside the straw, "It's not your problem, Brother Zhong!"

"It's really not a matter of the amount of homework you assigned me!"

Not wanting Zhong Xun to feel self-blaming because of the misunderstanding, Zhu Zhouyang explained helplessly, "Actually, after I finished, I went to find some other exercises to do."

Zhu Zhouyang felt that he was not lying, he just changed a little bit of elements based on the facts.

If you let Brother Zhong know that he is secretly asking that Pei Ji a question secretly, then where will you save your face?

......

Zhong Xun knew very well in his heart that if he really delved into this issue at this time, it would definitely take a lot of time and talk. He didn't want Zhu Zhouyang to deal with the issue that he could put aside for a while. Wasting any second of precious time to catch up on sleep, he stretched out his hand to Zhu Zhouyang's hairy head, and used physical barriers gently and forcefully.

"Okay, go to bed first, and save other things for later."

Zhu Zhouyang, who was confused, was pushed back to the desk by Zhong Xun, and closed his eyes obediently.

Zhu Zhou Yang's homework book was placed on the upper left corner of the desk, and Zhong Xun took the exercise book lightly after confirming that he was really resting with his eyes closed.

The draft that I specifically told Zhu Zhouyang to leave traces of thinking was neatly sandwiched in the page where the homework was assigned.

I wish Zhou Yang's level Zhong Xun is clear, which questions he can write, and which questions he will probably leave Zhong Xun in his mind. The solutions presented on paper are clear and sophisticated. Zhou Yang's current abilities don't quite match, as if he has been guided by someone.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m afraid that Zhong Xun will find out that there are people who are tutoring this kind of people behind the scenes. Some of the questions that are more difficult are moderately difficult. After Zhu Zhouyang pretended to be troubled, he wrote the first few steps of understanding and key/sex/substitution It was left empty there.

Reminiscent of Zhu Zhouyang's slightly flustered behavior, and what happened yesterday, Zhong Xun immediately guessed the true identity of the person behind it.

Zhong Xun guessed that Zhu Zhouyang probably wasn't unwilling to tell him that someone was helping him with his tutoring, but he probably just didn't want him to know that the person was Pei Ji.

Zhu Zhouyang always likes to get entangled in some inexplicable points, which is very similar to that person.

"It's time for morning reading, what are you all doing there? Can you get into Tsing/Hua/Peking/University by standing up?"

The dean came in with the ringing of the morning self-study bell, and lightly tapped on the edge of the desk with a teaching stick.

The noise he made when he entered the classroom this time was not small, but even so, Zhu Zhouyang on the side seemed not to be disturbed at all, still lying quietly on the desk, snoring softly from the cushion beside him. It leaked from the gap between the lower arms.

The dean standing on the edge of the podium glanced at Zhu Zhouyang, who was sleeping soundly at his desk, and then turned his head to look at Zhong Xun, who was standing beside him, without saying a word.

Zhong Xun understood that this was what he meant by acquiescing, and nodded slightly towards him. Just as he was about to turn around and return to his seat, he heard the teaching director who had been silent for a moment suddenly call his name, "Zhong Xun And Luo Qingyuan, you two come to the office with me."

......

Compared to the bewildered Zhong Xun, Luo Qingyuan looked calm. Rather, Zhong Xun had never seen him show any other expression except for the incident involving Lu Xingyan.

"The province will hold a physics competition in the near future, are you interested?"

The director of teaching picked up the old cadre-style ceramic cup on the desk, and his sharp eyes reflected/reflected/from behind the camera, "It's not for you to make a decision immediately, it's still early, you can think about it slowly."

Obviously, the monthly exam agreed with him has not yet arrived, Zhong Xun is very grateful for his trust in him.

"The competition is just a passing mention to let you know what's going on. I've brought you here today to discuss another matter."

The dean took a sip of the water in the porcelain jar slowly, and then changed the subject suddenly, "Maybe you already know that when Fu Shiyan finishes his work, he will return to school normally."

"Before, it was because he didn't have much time in school, and the seats were arranged randomly. Now that he is coming back to concentrate on his studies—"

The half cup of tea left in his hand shook violently in the ceramic water cup as he moved, "I want one of you to be at the same table with him."