The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

High school teaching building.

The lights were on, and the classroom was silent.

On the back blackboard, boldly write "Countdown to the college entrance examination: 66 days" with a □□ pen. After the evening self-study, until tomorrow, a new day, the short and frightening countdown will be one day less.

Day by day, the last dozens of days will slip away as quickly as the more than 200 days of the third year of high school.

The hearts of the candidates are like grabbing a sharp claw, oppressing people so hard that they can't breathe.

Not a bad thing, but not a good thing either.

The first model is over, and the second model is also over.

Zhou Qi's grade 37 was the 16th in the grade, and the second grade test paper coincided with his area of ​​expertise, and his grade was higher than his usual level. He was 681th in the grade with [-] points.

A blind cat meets a dead mouse, this is Zhou Qi's highest test result in the past two years.

But Zhou Qi knew in his heart that when it came to the college entrance examination, his grades would only be lower than the second model, and it was impossible to be higher than the second model.

He is an e-sports player, and he can get 680 in the exam, which is already the light of e-sports.

It's because life is too harsh on him as a jungler.

As for Fu Mingzhi, he was first in the city twice, 732 in the first model, and 741 in the second model.

The school is more excited than the candidates surnamed Fu when the results of the second model come out. It has been many years since no one has been able to score more than 740 in the unified examination paper issued by the Pingcheng City Education Bureau. Fu Mingzhi can also score around 740 in the college entrance examination. Provincial rankings, not to mention the provincial one, the top five in the province is stable.

Regardless of arts and sciences, the students who can be admitted to the top ten in the province among the millions of candidates are all outstanding school graduates with commemorative memories that the No. [-] Middle School will focus on commending.

In the past two years, Pingcheng No. [-] Middle School has been dominated by liberal arts over science in the college entrance examination. Every year, there are top ten liberal arts graduates in the province, but science has been absent for several years.

The school, especially the teacher in charge of the science class, after discussion, asked this candidate surnamed Fu, who scored more than 740 points in the test, to give an unreserved, heart-to-heart experience speech for the teachers and students of the three levels when preparing to raise the flag on Monday.

Teacher Zhang attached great importance to this speech, took time out of his busy schedule, and asked Fu Mingzhi to take it seriously three or five times. Candidates surnamed Fu are not in a hurry. They have finished the exercises and extra-curricular books at hand, and only started writing the speech when they returned to the dormitory on Sunday night. .

Zhou Qi leaned over with a chocolate bar in his mouth, and said, "You tell me about your experience too."

Fu Mingzhi frowned and said, "I have nothing to say."

"You've already written half a piece of paper," Zhou Qi bumped him with his shoulder, "Is there nothing to say?"

The first grade put down the pen expressionlessly, and then covered the half of the written speech with his hand.

Zhou Qi "tsk" and said angrily: "What do you mean, why don't you show it to me? Is it useful for you to cover it up? Don't you have to give a speech in public tomorrow?"

"I wrote everything," Fu Mingzhi paused, "It's a lie, don't read it."

Zhou Qi: "..."

Fu Mingzhi reluctantly took down his hand and exposed the manuscript.

The presentation is well structured.

It's just suspicious.

Zhou Qi unconsciously read a few words: "... God rewards hard work, in order to recite Chinese and English better, I will... get up at 04:30 every morning to recite knowledge points? In order to familiarize myself with math mistakes, I will, will organize Wrong question book, review until 12:30?"

The first grader scratched at the manuscript, with an imperceptible shyness hidden in his tone: "Stop reading."

Zhou Qi brought back the manuscript. It was unbelievable that such a serious and honest student, the first grader, would talk nonsense: "No, you go to bed at 10:30 and wake up at 06:30 every day, and go back to the math test of 150. Where do you have the time to memorize it?" Chinese, where did you get the math error sorting book?"

Fu Mingzhi: "It's just that the people listening to the speech want to hear the content."

Zhou Qi: "..."

"The manuscript is not important." Fu Mingzhi pushed in the remaining half of the chocolate bar sticking out of Zhou Qi's mouth, his voice softened because of the tension, "Now, you can tell