Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

The total score is that most people have such a style of painting——

For example NO2. Jiang Xijue 15789258

NO3. Ma Tongfeng 9987412

...

NO18. He Wen 8547127

...

This is normal, Bai Ke looked at the lower right corner, his name——

NO12589. Pick up 0

She should be No. 12589, no matter where she ranks, she is the lowest.

Look at the top again——

NO1L.99999999

Bai Po: "..."

List of small hills.

Looking at the difficult monthly ranking points next to it, it is hard to imagine that this number one can be written by an individual.

She wondered if the upper limit of this system was 99999999.

This style...

She looked away slightly.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Fuli asked Ming Dongheng to take Chen Ju up to look at the calligraphy and painting, but he saw Bai Po holding a mobile phone in one hand and looking at him thoughtfully.

He came over, put one hand on the back of the chair behind Bai Po, leaned slightly to look at her mobile phone, his eyes were cold.

At a glance, you can see the account she just clicked into——

Account Name: Baijian

Points for this month: 0

Total points: 0

Attention: 0

Number of followers: 0

Jiang Fuli stared at that "Bai Jian" for a while, then remained silent.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at Jiang He coldly.

Jiang He's head almost grew together with the Rubik's Cube.

Depressedly knocked his head on the Rubik's Cube.

"Registered." Jiang Fuli looked back at him indifferently, took out his phone unhurriedly, and downloaded a certain blue app that had been uninstalled before.

"Yeah." Bai Ke showed her ID generously.

Thinking of something again, I opened WeChat and sent a message to Mao Kun——

【Four pound sandbags】

The white vest replied quickly: [Okay sister! 】

**

Ten p.m.

Bai Po saw that the light in Ji Heng's room was off before he slipped out of the alley. Mao Kun had been waiting at the entrance of the alley, squatting on the ground to smoke.

In the darkness, only the cigarette butt showed a slight scarlet flame.

"Sister." Seeing Bai Po coming, Mao Kun immediately stood up.

Bai Po wore an earphone, listened to the words, bent down unhurriedly, and picked up the cloth bag he had put aside.

She weighed the four one-jin sandbags in her hands before throwing them to Mao Kun casually, and said lightly, "Tie them to your hands and feet."

"Ah?" Mao Kun touched his head, and according to what she said, sandbags were tied to each limb.

Then I tried to take two steps, my feet were heavy.

His hands are also heavy, but it's not that Mao Kun has never exercised, and he can still use it normally with sandbags tied on.

It was just a one-jin sandbag, and he walked like a moth. Bai Chi had never seen such a weak one, so she looked away expressionlessly.

"Today I'll teach you two tricks first." Bai Po hadn't showered yet, still wearing a white long skirt, she handed the phone to Mao Kun.

The center of gravity is shifted backward, the left leg is half-bent, the right leg is turned into a virtual part, the right fist is lifted slightly upward, the left fist is retracted at the waist, and the right foot is in a lunge at the same time. The whole body strength is based on the left hand, and the left fist is thrown out suddenly!

"boom--"

Her left hand is clearly slender, and the joints can be seen when she is lying down into a fist.

Mao Kun looked at the fist that was less than three centimeters away from his face, and the wind of the fist blew away his yellow hair. He had no doubt that three centimeters further forward, this weak-looking fist could smash the bridge of his nose!

The white hair that was blown loose by the wind of the fist floated softly back to the forehead, and the face under the moonlight seemed much softer than before.

She withdrew her hand gracefully, her eyes were dark and clear, and asked lazily, "See clearly?"

Mao Kun came back to his senses: "..."

See it clearly, but not fully.

It took Mao Kun ten minutes to learn the two moves before he could barely remember them.

"Practicing boxing with sandbags is more harmful to the limbs," Bai Po took back the phone and said a prescription, "Dangshen, Atractylodes macrocephala, antlers, angelica, Cyperus 65 grams each, Chuanxiong, Duhuo, Eucommia... Grind together, wait for cold In addition to adding medicine to make ointment, spread it on the limbs."

After finishing speaking, Mao Kun looked at her with clear and stupid eyes again.

Bai Po: "...OK, I'll type and send it to you."

Mao Kun's crying expression: "Thank you sister!"

"You don't learn Changquan now? You don't learn palm? You don't dance long spear?" Bai Po watched him perform the moves for a while, then looked away and asked softly.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the bright moon in the sky which was already quite round.

Under the cold moon, her eyes were also deep and distant.

Mao Kun had seen Bai Po's similar expression before, and he saw her on Heishui Street at the auction.

But the expression at this time was different from that at that time.

"Everyone learns fighting moves," Mao Kun thought for a while, and said, "Most children nowadays learn Taekwondo. Few children learn long fists and spears. There used to be a martial arts gym in Xiangcheng because of the No one has closed down."

"That's it..."

Bai Ke nodded.

She withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes, and covered the emotions in her eyes: "Come and see me at the same time next week, and then replace the sandbag with a two-pound iron ball."

Mao Kun went back with heavy steps.

It was eleven o'clock when Bai Po went back. She used to be able to do the quizzes, but today she didn't do the quizzes. Instead, she opened Qiandu and searched for "taekwondo".

There are many videos online.

There are also many marketing store advertisements, and she has repeatedly watched videos such as Taekwondo.

From a certain vegetable country, they are a bit flamboyant, but not very practical.

Are many people learning this now?

Bai Po raised his head and quietly looked out the window.

One room, one person, one bright moon.

A message suddenly popped up on the top of the phone, it was the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp app that she had logged into before.

Bai Po clicked in and saw that a fan had been added to her account.

She was stunned for a moment, thinking it was the official account, until she followed the fans and clicked into the account of the other party——

Account name: L

Points for this month: 0

Total points: 99999999

Number of followers: 1

Number of fans: 12587

Bai Po: "..."

Sure enough, she guessed it was him, and she clicked back.

Smiled, then returned and turned off Qiandu.

Now that the world is peaceful and prosperous, Haiyan Heqing will never encounter bandits and Japanese pirates again, so she doesn't have to worry about her safety, she just needs to study with peace of mind, learning these tricks is enough, she should be happy about it.

**

Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School corrected the papers very quickly.

On Monday, basically all the scores are out.

The first class in the morning was Lu Lingxi, and it was rare for Zhang Shize and the others to come late today.

As soon as Lu Lingxi entered the class, she handed the test paper to the class representative and asked her to distribute it.

The Chinese test papers this time are quite satisfactory, and the Chinese scores of the people in Class 15 have always been good. The average score of the 150-point paper reached 106 points.

Fourteen points more than the second-ranked Class Eight in average.

After class, Lu Lingxi was holding the test paper, and she looked at Bai Po's position.

The girl was wearing a blue and white school uniform, and she took out the exercise bank after class. Her long eyelashes were covered, and the sunlight outside the window fell on her eyebrows and eyes. She was gentle and elegant, and she was quietly brushing the questions with her pen down.

Lu Lingxi looked at her for a long while before saying, "Bai Po, come out with me."

Bai Po was slightly surprised, she put down her pen, and followed Lu Lingxi to the corridor.

"Bai Po," Lu Lingxi looked at Bai Po, "Can you tell me what you think about writing?"

"Composition?" Bai Po slightly raised his head, thought for a while, and then admitted his mistake, "Teacher, I'm sorry."

Her eyelashes drooped, obediently admitting her mistake.

Lu Lingxi couldn't say anything for a while, and slowed down her voice: "It's nothing, you should pay attention next time, especially during the college entrance examination."

"I see, teacher." Bai Po nodded.

Lu Lingxi smiled and patted her on the head again.

She was a bit tall, so she lowered her head slightly, allowing Lu Lingxi to pat her head smoothly, "Go back."

After Bai Po went back, Zhang Shize and other people came over. These people had doubts on their faces, "Why does Mama Lu want you?"

"Talk about my composition." Bai Po sat back lazily, bent one leg casually, and opened the notebook again.

"Composition?" Having said that, Zhang Shize was surprised, "You strayed off topic in your composition? No way."

The composition is simple this time.

As he spoke, he brought over the Chinese answer sheet that Bai Ke had casually placed on the table——

No more, no less, 90 points.

This time the language was simple, and Zhang Shize scored 109 points.

"Why are you 90?" Zhang Shize couldn't believe it. Looking at the answer sheet in front of her, there was nothing wrong at all. Why was it 90?

It doesn't fit her profile at all.

Lu Xiaohan also came over to look at it, and nodded frantically: "What's the matter, is there any point or no bonus?"

Yang Lin also listened carefully.

Until Zhang Shize turned around.

The composition this time is very simple, the proposition composition——

【Giving up is also a kind of beauty】

The proposition is very simple. Under normal circumstances, no one will digress. Even Zhang Shize has a high score of 40 for the 60-point composition.

However, classmate Bai Po only wrote one line——

[I will not give up, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will die calmly, and there will be no single word of regret on my epitaph. 】

It's obviously a handwriting that couldn't be more cute, with one stroke at a time.

As if printed from a book, it is neat and pleasing to the eye.

However, Lu Xiaohan and the others saw the arbitrariness confined in this regular handwriting from this handwriting.

Every pen and ink is the backbone.

Next to it is only a big "0" that has been corrected.

Even Zhang Shize, a scumbag, has never seen anyone who dared to write essays like this during the monthly exam.

Classmate, is it a little too arrogant when you write a composition like this?

Zhang Shize looked at the front table, she was counting numbers carelessly with her head down.

He suddenly felt that this was something she could do.

"Ah." Lu Xiaohan rubbed his nose and borrowed Bai Jian's test paper to learn Chinese characters.

**

The last section in the morning is physics class.

During the break, the science comprehensive test papers were distributed.

Zhang Shize glanced at the score of 110 on the front table, then looked at his own score of 186, and started to feel flustered again unexpectedly.

He whispered to the back table: "This time the physics teacher can't attack me anymore..."

The physics teacher rolled the test paper into a cylinder with one hand, and walked in slowly with a thermos cup in the other.

While asking someone to clean the blackboard, he unscrewed the vacuum flask and said coldly, "This time, the physics test papers vary a lot. Some people got a perfect score of 110, while others got a 39 score of 110."

Zhang Shize opened his eyes wide, and poked Bai Po's shoulder in disbelief: "Damn, someone with a perfect score of 110 in physics must be me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the physics teacher glanced at him coldly, "It's you, Zhang Shize! Both your tablemate and the table in front of you are 110, and Yang Lin also has a score of 97. The average score of the physics class is 70. Yours The lowest score of 37 in the grade is challenging my career?"

"You still disturb your front desk!" The physics teacher threw a piece of chalk over, "Sit down for me!"

Zhang Shize: "..."

He looked at Bai Ke in disbelief.

No, isn't your total score just 110?

Why physics is also 110?

What about your chemistry and biology?

ah? !

This is simply more ridiculous than Chinese composition!

After finishing speaking, the physics teacher looked at Bai Po again with a smile. He was not without surprise in his heart. The physics this time was considered difficult, and several top students all did very well in the exam.

But what he didn't expect was that this classmate Bai Jian, who was transferred to Li, could also get full marks in the exam.

Thinking about it, the physics teacher felt that it was a pity, why didn't he transfer over in the second year of high school?

In that way, participating in two physics competitions can also win the chance of being recommended.

After class.

For lunch, Bai Yu, Yang Lin, and Lu Xiaohan were with the four girls from the entertainment committee.

"Bai Po, let's try the stage later, and the student union needs to watch it," the cultural and entertainment committee member said to Bai Po, "The long sword has arrived in the morning, and I will go to the reception room to pick up the delivery after I finish eating."

"Okay." Bai Ke nodded.

Zhang Shize waited for a group of girls to finish speaking before coming over with his meal.

Looking at Bai Po resentfully, "So you haven't finished writing what you said..."

Bai Po skillfully divided half of the vegetables in the bowl to Yang Lin. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Shize, and said in an unhurried tone, "I really didn't write about biology and chemistry."

"Physics 110," Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Po with wide eyes, "How did you take the test? I heard that the whole school only got four full marks in Physics. Why didn't you write Biology and Chemistry?"

Bai Po lowered his eyes and ate slowly.

After she swallowed her food, she raised her head to look at Lu Xiaohan, her almond eyes were exceptionally clear, which was quite natural: "I haven't learned yet."

Everyone at the table: "...?"

6.

**

noon.

School auditorium.

When Bai Po went with Lu Xiaohan and the others, there were many people in the auditorium.

"Lu Xiaohan, are you here?" The head of the Art Department of the Student Union greeted them with a smile, "Wait a little bit, we'll be here after the sketch rehearsal."

Bai Po found a place to sit down, took the earphones and the vocabulary book and began to memorize the words.

"Why are there so many people today?" Lu Xiaohan looked at a bunch of boys sitting in the auditorium.

The Minister of Literature and Art whispered: "Didn't you read the post? Ren Wanxuan is coming to rehearse, and they are all waiting for her."

Lu Xiaohan: "...Oh."

The minister was talking to Lu Xiaohan, and from the corner of the eye he peeked at Bai Po who was reciting vocabulary words: "You really don't want to abduct her to the Department of Literature and Art?"

"The new classmate doesn't have time," Lu Xiaohan lowered her voice, "She studies very seriously."

"All right."

As the two talked, another group of people came outside the auditorium.

As soon as Lu Xiaohan looked up, she saw several boys and girls from Class 8 coming in surrounded by Ren Wanxuan.

Soon the president of the student union specially came out from the backstage to greet them.

"Wait," Lu Xiaohan watched as a classmate moved the piano to the stage after watching the skit, "Didn't Class 8 arrive later than us?"

It was rumored in the school post bar that Ren Wanxuan won the second prize for piano.

Lu Xiaohan knew at a glance that the piano belonged to her.

"Hey, calm down," the Minister of Literature and Art pressed Lu Xiaohan's shoulder, helplessly, "No way, you also know that Ren Wanxuan is the God of Wealth of the External Relations Department, and the sponsorship of the student union comes from her mother. She and our president The relationship is also very good."

He is popular, not short of money, and has a good relationship with the student union, and the school often makes concessions for them.

Ren Wanxuan played the piano.

Everyone in the auditorium stopped what they were doing and watched her performance carefully.

It can be seen that Ren Wanxuan has played the piano since elementary school, and her skills and emotions are very good.

After the performance, there was a wave of applause.

"Don't tell me," Lu Xiaohan couldn't get used to the people in the prince's class, and had to nod after listening, "The eighth class is not very good, but there is nothing to say about their piano playing."

The minister came back to his senses and agreed deeply, "Go, it's your turn."

Lu Xiaohan watched Ren Wanxuan get off the stage, and remembered Ren Wanxuan's professional-level piano performance just now.

He whispered to the minister: "Student Bai Po is good at learning long swords. When the time comes, you tell the people in your department to cheer up the atmosphere, do you hear me?"

The minister was a classmate with Lu Xiaohan before he was divided into classes, but now he is studying literature.

She thought for a while: "Then why don't you arrange the next one?"

"What?" Bai Po had just finished reciting a page of vocabulary, she pressed the app and looked up at the two people around her.

Lu Xiaohan touched his nose and explained honestly.

Bai Po put away the earphones, stood up, with a straight posture, neatly dressed in blue and white school uniform, slightly narrowed his dark eyes, tilted his head lazily, and slightly curled his lips: "No need."

I heard that someone is robbing me of my job? ! It doesn't matter, I will deduct 6

Double monthly ticket babies, I said that before I went to bed last night, I saw a baby who voted for two hundred monthly tickets at once...

Hey, the only concern, go to bed early (12 o'clock is really not staying up late, damn it, don't say that I'm bald after staying up late!)