My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet

Chapter 42: Turning the tide in the fallen night [2 updates]

The head of the physics group is worried about whether his being so excited to come up with questions and invigilate the exam will destroy a child’s enthusiasm and motivation for learning.

Hearing this sentence suddenly, his mind went blank for a moment: "What's the end?"

"Physics paper." Ye Banglan said, "I want to do the history paper. Is that okay, teacher?"

"You've finished it? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" The leader of the physics team was shocked. "You...you can't write nonsense! You must respect physics."

He picked up the paper and glanced through it quickly. He was surprised to find that Ye Banglan did not write randomly, but had neat handwriting and completed every question.

and…

 Every topic he looked at was correct.

 This was a question he had just asked the day before, and it was also a deliberately difficult question for a physics competition, so he was very impressed.

 Even if you are number one in physics in No. 1 Middle School, you will definitely be beaten severely.

The director of the admissions department turned the paper over again, and the questions on the back were also filled with questions.

 Alas, the principal really went crazy while sleeping during working hours again.

 The applause was fierce.

Oops!

 Just the opposite of No. 1 Middle School, No. 7 Middle School has two Shihuasheng classes.

 But now…

“School, principal, you, you are so talented!” He panted like an ox. “This year’s autumn sports meeting, you will definitely not be able to represent the teachers on the field.”

Although he does not understand physics, these questions are obviously very simple for the person who is doing them, and he wrote them in one go.

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 Grade 2 (1) of high school.

 He stepped forward to collect the test papers. As soon as his eyes fell, his hands stopped moving.

“What kind of trouble is this?” The director of the admissions department was also shocked.

“Today, our class welcomed a new classmate.” The head teacher beamed, “Everyone applauds and welcomes him!”

"You don't have to do it, the school believes in you!" the principal of No. 7 Middle School said seriously, "Student Ye, you are a very good classmate."

“Go, go, I don’t care what you are doing.” The principal of No. 7 Middle School pushed away the leader of the physics group, “Student Ye, you are frightened. Let’s ignore him and don’t take the exam. Let’s just enter the class.”

Every time the No. 7 Middle School exam is held, once the head of the physics team sets a question, a student will be carried out and put into an ambulance.

The classmates looked at each other. When they were about to enter their third year, there was actually a transfer student?

Ye Banlan has already changed into the black and white uniform of No. 7 Middle School. Even so, she can't hide her stunning appearance and outstanding temperament.

 The nine buildings in the dream?

His precious student cannot be bullied by that pervert who is the leader of the physics team!

 The director of the Admissions Department, Monk Zhanger, was confused and had no choice but to keep up.

This little girl named Ye Banglan has a good attitude and is worth cultivating!

She stood on the podium with her schoolbag on her back and introduced herself simply: "Night Turns the Tide."

Ye Tuanlan didn’t want to leave: “But I haven’t done the history paper yet.”

"Let's go." The principal of No. 7 Middle School hurried to the single examination room.

 The leader of the physics team lost the highlight of his life.

 Him... He seems to have met a physical lunatic who is even more perverted than him? !

 At this moment, the Academic Affairs Building.

 After the two people left, the leader of the physics team remained motionless in his previous posture.

“Hey, Teacher Ren, what are you doing?” The director of the admissions department asked in a strange tone, “What’s the matter, this time you met a student with a good attitude, but you yourself have lost your temper?”

"Old Liu, has Student Ye come to register? Which class has she been placed in?" The principal of No. 7 Middle School hurriedly walked into the admissions department office. "The new Shi Huasheng class will not be formed until next week. Let her go to Class 1 first. ”

this…

  The director of the admissions department was stunned: "What are the nine buildings?"

 Director of Admissions Department: “…Okay.”

Who would have thought that a principal over fifty would suddenly run at the speed of an athlete?

 Sigh, he has long said that people who study physics are lunatics and must stay away.

"Get out! Don't grab my paper!" The leader of the physics team suddenly came to his senses and shouted fiercely, "This is my treasure! Don't even touch it!"

 These are his nine buildings!

The principal of No. 7 Middle School talked hard, and when he promised to give her ten sets of history papers, he reluctantly made Ye Banlan agree to go with him.

The principal of No. 7 Middle School looked dumbfounded at the head of the physics team who was holding Ye Banglan's shoulders tightly. His face was full of excitement, and he seemed to want to kneel down.

  The director of admissions checked his watch every few minutes, and it wasn't until half an hour later that he felt a little relieved.

"Huh? Oh." The director of the admissions department couldn't figure out why the principal suddenly paid attention to the transfer students, but he still reported the location honestly, "There is an exam in progress. Teacher Ren is in charge of invigilating the exam."

Evidently a few people in the class had heard of this name, and they all showed subtle expressions, but most people were very excited.

 The principal of No. 7 Middle School suddenly became anxious: "What test are you taking? They bring their own nine buildings, can you do it? You idiot!"

"Ren, if you take away my nine... precious students, I will never be done with you! Huh?!"

 “What are the words, classmate?”

“Lying late at night listening to the wind and rain.” Ye Banlan said softly, “To turn the tide is to turn the tide that has fallen.”

 “Sounds very cultured!”

 “Most people can’t hold back such an impressive name.”

“Student Ye will come to class with us from now on.” The head teacher added, “Student Ye, please find a seat and sit down first.”

 Suddenly, one word stirred up a thousand waves! “Sit here, classmate Ye! Sit here!”

“Go away, don’t fight with your sister, A-lan should sit here with me.”

“Sister, I am your deskmate.”

 “Now you are not, you move the table immediately.”

The students were very excited and rushed to invite Ye Wanlan to be their tablemate. Some people thoughtfully opened up the empty chair next to them.

Ye Turning walked off the podium, but placed his schoolbag in the last row by the window.

This move made people around him sigh.

The veins on the head teacher's forehead twitched, and he said, "Look at you, you look like you have never seen the world!"

Ye Bunlan sat down and stretched out his hand to his deskmate on the left: "Ye Bunlan, please give me some advice."

The girl was reading a book. She opened her eyes slightly and was a little surprised.

 But in the end he reached out his hand: "Su Xueqing, please give me some advice."

"Okay, class time is up, go to class." The class teacher rolled up the book and knocked on the table, "Whoever holds the class back in the final exam, don't blame me for punishing you."

 The class ended soon. Ye Banlan put away the stationery and turned his head: "Would you like to go to dinner together?"

Su Xueqing pursed her lower lip and whispered, "Okay."

Neither of them had much appetite for food. They found a window with the fewest people and queued up to eat. After eating, they left together.

 A figure jumped out at this moment.

“Hi, classmate Ye, we meet again.” Rong Yu greeted with a spring breeze on his face.

 “...” Ye Turnan was rarely silent.

She really didn’t know why she saw this idiot in No. 7 Middle School.

"Let me introduce myself again, Rong Yu, the current leader of the psychology team of No. 7 Middle School." Rong Yu cleared his throat, "It will be very convenient for students to find me in the evening, I am right opposite your teaching building."

Ye Banlan narrowed her eyes, turned her head, and looked accurately at the second window on the fourth floor.

The man was wearing a set of white casual clothes in the new Chinese style. He was looking down with his head propped up, and their eyes met.

He didn't seem surprised to see her, his phoenix eyes were crooked, and a smile lit them up, gently twitching the apex of his heart.

"Xueqing, I have something to do, let's go first." Ye Banlan nodded, and she walked around Rongyu and went to the psychological consultation room.

"Huh?" Rong Yu saw that she had left like this, and turned his attention to Su Xueqing. He showed a friendly smile, "Hello, classmate, do you want to come..."

Su Xueqing clenched her schoolbag strap vigilantly: "No."

 After saying that, she ran away quickly.

Rong Yu scratched his head.

With such a affable face, why did he run away when he saw her?

 Fourth floor, new psychological consultation room.

As soon as I pushed the door open at night and walked in, the aroma of tea hit my face.

"Miss Ye is here, sit down." Yan Tingfeng raised his hand and smiled slightly, "Try the freshly brewed tea."

Ye Banglan took the tea cup and took a sip slowly: "The Dongting Biluochun smells so good."

 The taste is full and fragrant, dense in the mouth, mellow and sweet.

"If Miss Ye likes it, I can cook it for Miss Ye every day." Yan Tingfeng casually tapped the table with her fingers.

 Can you tell what kind of tea he brewed in one sip?

What a keen sense.

“Twisting, kneading and drying...” Ye Banlan said lightly, “There are very few people who know how to make tea using ancient methods.”

 She has always liked drinking tea in her past and present lives, and her teacher Han Yunsheng, the Emperor of Daning, made good tea.

When she was learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting from him, he would also make tea at the side.

 As long as her studies satisfy him, she can drink the tea he makes at will.

Occasionally, Shen Mingshu, the Prime Minister of Da Ning, would come to see the two of them fighting over tea and discussing Taoism, and she would learn a thing or two about it.

 Just now, tea culture has also been discontinued for a long time.

Ye Tuanlan looked slightly gloomy.

"I'm very interested in intangible cultural heritage, and I think Miss Ye is too." Yan Tingfeng smiled softly, his pupils as clear as the sky, as clean and flawless, "There are many more, Miss Ye can drink them slowly, there is tea she likes, You can also tell me that if I don’t know it, I will try to learn it.”

 He liked the feeling of slowly approaching her very much. This feeling was wonderful.

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 On the other side, Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

Even the principal of No. 1 Middle School knew about the surveillance installed outside the psychological consultation room.

 The psychology group is independent of other subjects and is managed by a dedicated group leader. The principal of No. 1 Middle School has never intervened.

 Only this time it involved Zhou Hechen and Sheng Yunyi, so he had to be cautious. It was time to take care of the psychological team.

 Neither the Zhou family nor the Sheng family can be offended.

"Teacher Li, I'm sorry to bother you." No. 1 Middle School found the leader of the psychology team and said calmly, "This person named Ye Banglan will not be allowed to have psychological consultation in the future. She will be blacklisted in the visitor system and will be given to several people in the team." A psychological counselor also told me that she would not accept any of her courses.”

 If you are not a student of No. 1 Middle School, you should not use the resources of No. 1 Middle School.

Second update~This book contains many super strong handsome men and beauties~

　　　　After asking my best friend who is a high school teacher for a long time, I finally figured out the current college entrance examination model QAQ.

There was a funny thing. She collected books from students who were reading in class. I looked at them and thought, isn’t this a book I know from a friend of the author? ? I said you must never receive my book again

 (End of this chapter)