Bullshit, I saw it all

Chapter 1: Doubi has been a family since ancient times, no distinction between you and me when entering the door

Qu Chen finished elementary school in a daze, and finished junior high school in a daze. There is a line of black small script written on the whiteboard: the college entrance examination is still far away, followed by a red tail that is several times larger than it: 30 days.

It's really like closing and opening the eyes, and the three years of high school have passed.

Z is not a famous school, and the undergraduate rate of liberal arts is only barely above the line of 60.00%, and the rate of science is five or six percentage points lower than that of liberal arts.

Qu Chen was in the middle of the tenth class of the non-key class in Z, that is, the kind of person who would be cannon fodder in the college entrance examination as long as he got a few mistakes in the multiple-choice questions.

There are still 30 days before the college entrance examination, and every class in the third year of high school will post some slogans.

For example, the literary type: if there is no history of struggle in life that brings tears to the eyes when I think of it, then this life is considered in vain.

For example, the self-deprecating type: For us, this has always been a problem.

Another example is to imitate a famous sentence from a celebrity: A top student in mathematics who doesn't want to get full marks in science and technology cannot become a master of English.

Although these domineering slogans from Baidu can be seen at first glance without any original spirit of their own class, they are also used for inspiration anyway, and they can be seen to be used for inspiration anyway.

As for Class Ten, Qu Chen's class, in order to show the spirit of the class, the first original slogan of the third grade of Z middle and high school was born after the study committee, sports committee, and entertainment committee members discussed a Chinese lesson enthusiastically.

Since ancient times, Doubi has been a family, and it doesn't matter if you enter the door.This sentence was posted high on the blackboard of Class Ten.

Until now, Qu Chen didn't realize that this sentence had anything to do with the college entrance examination. He only knew that every time a teacher visited the third floor of the senior high school, he would stop at the window of their class for at least three seconds, just to see the slogan clearly.

In Z, I make up classes on Sunday, and I take the Friday class schedule, and the last class in the morning is a self-study class.

"Watsons! Let's eat!" Qu Chen's tablemate Fu Kai pushed Qu Chen to the cafeteria one minute before the self-study class started, urging and tempting, "Today, there is Dongpo braised pork in the cafeteria on the second floor, go early You can also ask the cafeteria aunt to pour more juice on the braised pork, tsk tsk..." Speaking of the fat but not greasy braised pork in the canteen on the second floor, my mouth is almost watering.

"Now it's not that the fourth class is missed, it's that the fourth class is not at all, and you are going to eat?" The girl sitting behind Fu Kai is the sports committee member of Class [-]. She is very dissatisfied with Fu Kai's skipping class and buying Fan's behavior, cursing, "Asshole, I'm in charge of the self-study class today! You, help me order a piece of braised pork, I need to pour two spoons of sauce, the kind with green onions." He picked up the meal card and threw it to Fu Kai.

Before Qu Chen could say whether he wanted to go to the cafeteria to eat, the sports committee gave him an OK gesture, patted his chest and assured him, "Don't be afraid that the head teacher will come to patrol the class. It's time for the office, I guess the Great God hasn't finished asking the questions by the time we get out of class."

As soon as Qu Chen said the word "but", he was expelled from the class.

He only cares about whether he can eat the sports committee with scallions and braised pork, and sits in his seat waving goodbye to him. He doesn't realize that he has neglected his duties as a weekly class committee, and he doesn't feel that he is wicked at all.

From the teaching building to the cafeteria, all the way is unimpeded, as if skipping classes to eat instead of buying groceries is a matter of course.

After eating a piece of braised pork, Fu was very satisfied, and then asked, "Watson, you just said yes, but what is it?"

Qu Chen was not as fast as Fu Kai in destroying the food. When he was buried in the struggle with the food, he freed one hand and patted Fu Kai's forehead precisely, and said vaguely, "Uh...you...I said it How many times...ah...my name is Qu Chen, not... not Watsons!"

Perhaps because of violating school discipline and school rules, Qu Chen had forgotten all the worries before coming to the cafeteria, and even forgot the reason why he didn't want to come in the first place.

At this time, a hand landed lightly on Qu Chen's head. The palm was wide and almost covered half of Qu Chen's head. The pads of the index finger and middle finger brushed the hair on Qu Chen's forehead.

Qu Chen thought it was Fu Kai who wanted to avenge the palm of his hand just now, so he bumped his head against the hand in displeasure, and then gave Fu Kai a blank look, only to find that Fu Kai was not sitting on a chair in the cafeteria, but standing Behind the cafeteria chair, two hands are neatly pressed against the seam of trousers, and the straight and straight posture is comparable to that during military training.

However, from Qu Chen's point of view, Fu Kai's serious appearance is extremely silly.

Qu Chen was still chewing his rice, and exposed it unkindly, "Fu Kai is standing so straight, why are your feet shaking?"

Fu Kai stared back at him bitterly, and winked at him.

It's a pity that Qu Chen and Fu Kai's tacit understanding between the tablemates has never been enough, Qu Chen has no idea why Fu Kai is winking at him.

A deliberate light cough sounded from the top of Qu Chen's head.

Fu Kai stammered and managed to address him, "Zheng...Zheng...Principal Zheng...."

Qu Chen swallowed the unchewed soybeans violently, enduring the discomfort of the food stuck in his throat, and hurriedly got up.

In the second Olympic Games, Qu Chen was almost crying by himself. What he wanted to say was that the inspector teacher this week was Zheng Xiao.

The author has something to say: Yes, this is my writing style, this is my love╭(╯3╰)╮

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