Nonlinear Love

Hearing that there will be a thorough examination tomorrow, he turned his pencil and looked at the brand-new tutorial book, quickly recalling the knowledge points of the first semester of high school.

Next to him, Chi Juan opened his notebook and wrote for a while, then took out a magazine from the drawer and slowly opened it against the back of his chair.

Su Lian glanced in the gap, this person is really idle, and he is watching Ma Yun's personal interview.

"You don't write a review?"

"I'm looking for inspiration."

"...The content of Jack Ma's interview is the four ways of writing the review?"

"No, I want to try to figure out the words from the height of the business world, and I can't lose the face of our businessmen."

"..."

Su Lian's fingers paused, and the lead of the pencil broke.

What kind of secondary disease is this?

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In just half a night of self-study time, the news of the eighth high school tyrant transferring to class six spread all over the sky.

Although Class 6 is not as good as the top class next door, it basically ranks first in parallel classes. Everyone sighed that this kind of class with great potential in the rising stage, I don't know what kind of bad luck has happened, and it has provoked two kings of hell.

During the ten-minute break in the middle of the class, many outside classes pretended to come to look for someone. Half of them wanted to see the scene of the fight between the two bosses, and the other half came to pay their respects to the beauty of the former No. 8 High School Colonel, men and women. The entrance of Class 6 had never been so lively.

It's just that the two of them were extremely calm, without the slightest hint of sparks.

One is immersed in reading, the other is writing hard.

Everyone was shocked and ashamed.

The social brothers who rely on fists all these years love learning so much?

Gu Anjiu was afraid of Su Lian's aura, and silently moved the back of his chair a few inches forward, pretending to inadvertently threw a ball of paper backwards.

I didn't pay attention to looking at the direction, so I didn't die, and it just hit the back of Su Lian's hand.

He frowned and unfolded, with a line of crooked words written on it:

Lord, he has poisoned you. Shall we go back to the arena and teach that transfer student a lesson first?

Su Lian: "..."

He crumpled the paper again and threw it next door: "For you."

Chi Wang didn't lift his head, and wrote quickly: "Don't disturb my passionate creation."

"I love to see it or not." Su Lian conveyed in a smooth tone, "This classmate at the front desk asked if you would like to teach me a lesson."

Gu Anjiu, with his ears pricked up, shivered violently, thinking that this hatred was really fucked up.

He calmed down and stared out the window with sadness in his eyes, feeling that the road ahead was full of dangers.

Ten minutes before the end of the evening self-study, the classroom was already restless.

Li Guoqing pushed open the door and came in, and posted a form on the blackboard: "The seat numbers for tomorrow's test are all here, everyone remember it clearly, don't go wrong. In particular, I want to remind the students in the last few test rooms, even if they can't do it, they won't do it. The jiāo roll is quasi-advance."

Having said that, his eyes swept to the last two rows if there was nothing: "When you guys have finished writing your review, come here."

Chi Li just dropped his pen, tore off the two full pages, stacked them on top of each other, and handed them forward. Gu Anjiu and Lin Yan's review was hidden below, and the prequel continued.

The classmates in the middle of the hands were all suffocating and trembling with laughter at the beginning.

Li Guoqing didn't know what to do, and said, "Everyone should have seen it. A new student from our class, Su Lian, comes up and introduces himself."

The most annoying embarrassment of such a public introduction, Su Lian reluctantly stood up against the curious gazes of the crowd, walked to the podium, pinched a piece of chalk and wrote his name.

The characters are the thin gold body that has been practiced, and people are as good-looking as they are.

The introduction is shorter than the mosquito's legs: "I'm Su Lian."

"No?" Li Guoqing asked.

Su Lian shook his head: "No more."

Li Guoqing snorted and said vaguely: "Okay, go back and sit."

Leaning on the podium, he looked down at the review that was passed over, his face turned from red to blue, and gradually turned black.

In the end, he couldn't hold back: "Chili, come here and read what you wrote to everyone."

Su Lian turned the pen, thinking to himself, seventeen or eighteen-year-olds have the thinnest skin, and they are a little embarrassed to read the self-criticism in public.

In my ears, I heard Chi Li respond with joy: "No problem."

It's because he thinks too much, has no skin and no face, what's wrong with this person.

"Ma Yun once said that successful people can only go their own way. So on Friday night, I thought about it carefully, not only escaped the evening self-study, but also escaped the bed. For student days, this behavior is wrong and should be condemned. Yes. But standing on the long road of life, this is a great and correct decision, and it is my feedback on my active exploration of my life plan. The opening of Yeshi Internet Cafe has allowed me to create a new era of Internet cafes..."

Su Lian closed his eyes, you are still thinking about advertising at a time like this, really convinced.

The whole class was already laughing together, all of them controlled their facial cramps, not daring to be too presumptuous.

Lin Yan covered his face and gave a thumbs up to the impassioned idol on the podium.

"Absurd Lord Niubi, as soon as this person's famous quote is quoted, Lao Li feels that he is about to pass."

"If you don't listen to the details of the content, you still have the style of Miaohong's roots, hahahaha."

"One talk, one change, I think I can speak under the flag."

"So has anyone been to this Internet cafe? Make an appointment after the exam?"

Li Guoqing grabbed the review and used too much force, and the paper was torn in half: "Who asked you to promote the Internet cafe?"