On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

In fact, Jin Heng's grades have always been in the same category. If you say it's bad, it's not too bad, but if you say it's good, it's definitely not good. Teacher Yang probably knows the level of everyone in the class. Looking at the paper carefully again, it is really hard to believe that it was done by Jin Heng, even the composition questions that are most likely to lose points are difficult to pick out mistakes.

One must know that Cen Qinghua, the first in class two, only scored 138 points in the test.

Teacher Yang already had some doubts about whether she had accidentally leaked the test papers before, but after thinking about it carefully, it was unlikely. Every time she looked for the test papers, she randomly took them from the materials before class. In other words, she didn't know It is even more impossible for students to know what they will test.

Although Teacher Yang has only been a head teacher for a few years, she also knows that it is important to take care of students' self-esteem. She didn't say much, but called Jin Heng to the podium, "Jin Heng, come to the teacher's side."

Seeing this, Jin Heng got up from his seat and walked to the podium. It was time between classes, and no one noticed them.

Most teachers like well-behaved children, and Teacher Yang is no exception. She slowed down and said to Jin Heng, "I read the paper you wrote, and you have made great progress. Have you been studying outside recently?"

Jin Heng looked at the young female teacher, and after a while, he made up a reason, "The neighbor helped with tutoring."

He was silent and quiet, making it difficult to suspect that this was a lie.

Teacher Yang nodded, and finally made sense in his mind, "You have made great progress, keep working hard. When you are in the third grade, the leaders above plan to divide you into another class. If you can squeeze into the rocket class, it will be easier to advance to the key point in the future."

Taking the university entrance examination is a process of crossing a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses, and it is also a process of being eliminated constantly. With the increase of knowledge content, the performance gap between students will also become wider and wider. Just like the second class, they are all the key seedlings cultivated by the school, and the best elite teachers are in their class.

Class 6 is a well-known garbage class. After graduation, it is estimated that they will be able to study in a junior college, and those who are even worse will go out to work directly.

In fact, Jin Heng didn't care. He was more interested in cleaning up Jiang Shaolong's group than focusing on the promotion point. Facing Teacher Yang's gaze, he nodded inexplicably, "Thank you, Teacher."

Teacher Yang asked him to go back. During class, he praised Jin Heng so much that most people in the class looked at him. All kinds of unclear eyes were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish between good and evil. One line of hostility is the most obvious.

Jin Heng looked sideways, and found that it was Jiang Shaolong's attendant, holding the pen, wrote the three characters "Pang Yifan" stroke by stroke on the paper, and then made a big cross, piercing through the back of the paper.

Jiang Shaolong didn't come today. He heard that he was sick and asked for two days off. Those who didn't know thought it was true, but the few people who followed him to clean up Jin Heng this morning didn't really believe it.

"Full score? Huh..."

Pang Yifan's voice was not too loud, just enough for the people around to hear, "Who knows if it was copied."

Yes, who knows if it was copied.

Even if Jin Heng made progress, he didn't progress so fast, did he?

This is the thinking of most people in the class. They always want a gradual process rather than a skyrocketing result. Moreover, the difficulty of this set of test papers is moderate to low, and it is nothing rare to get a full score in the test.

During the lunch break between classes, Pang Yifan and another boy walked up to Jin Heng. His hair was highlighted with a few strands of red, and he looked like a fool.

"I got a full score in the exam? It's pretty good."

Pang Yifan pushed Wang Hai away, and sat on his desk carelessly, with his feet on the edge of the stool. Without thinking about it, he knew that there would be two dirty footprints. He casually took the test paper on Jin Heng's desk and glanced at it. , and then chuckled disdainfully, kneaded it into a ball in full view, and threw it into the trash can with a whoosh.

The system thought how this person could be so bad, and flew behind Pang Yifan angrily, and slapped him on the head with his wings. Unfortunately, because the body was in a state of nothingness, it did not cause any substantial attack.

Jin Heng looked at him quietly, without speaking, and rubbed his fingertips slightly, looking a little ready to move.

Pang Yifan was chewing gum, his cheeks moved, clearly looking for fault, "Hey, where is Jiang Shaolong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a female voice suddenly sounded behind him, "It's really strange, don't you know where Jiang Shaolong is? It's time to talk about loyalty, don't run away if you have the ability this morning."

Yan Na crossed her arms and leaned against the door to watch the excitement. Her curly hair and heavy makeup were very different from girls of the same age. She was wearing a black suspender skirt and a denim jacket. Her smile was half a smile. Looking at Pang Yifan and others was like watching a jumping beam clown.

Pang Yifan became furious when he heard the words, and cursed, "You fucking meddle in your own business."

Yan Na grinned, "Why, not convinced? Hit me."

Of course Pang Yifan didn't dare to hit her. Everyone in the class knew that her boyfriend was Xu Meng from Chongming, who was ganged up with Wen Yan's gang. Anyone who dared to touch Yan Na's finger would be kicked out of school the next day. .

Pang Yifan said with an ugly face, "Don't run away after school if you can, just wait for me!"

Of course he was just talking, so as not to lose face, he got off the table, kicked the chair blocking the way, and led the little follower to the toilet.

Yan Na glanced at Jin Heng, and saw that he was like an angry soft bun with his head down. He didn't like it very much. A boy is weaker than a girl. No wonder those people bullied him again and again, like a man who couldn't help him. A Dou got up, pouted and looked away, without saying a word.

This is just a small episode today, but the reason behind it cannot be delved into, because Yan Na never cares about other things, and Jin Heng also

There has never been friendship, and there is no reason to shoot, which always makes people feel a little bit surprised.

Tomorrow is the monthly grade exam. Tonight, the self-study teacher didn't stay long. He asked the students to open the desks and chairs, and let them leave after setting up the exam room. The people in Class 6 murmured, obviously not satisfied.

"Really, why do we have to set up the examination room every time, and the second class doesn't move."

"That's right, the grades are really good, damn it."

"A group of four-eyed nerds!"

Because the two classes share the same English teacher, sometimes it is inevitable to be drawn out for comparison, and the sixth class is abused all the time, how should I put it, it hurts my self-esteem. It was the evening self-study class, and several students from Class Two originally planned to come over to familiarize themselves with the examination room, but they overheard this sentence while standing at the door.

Most of the top students are a little arrogant, but they have nothing to do with the literati. Cen Qinghua always takes the top spot in the ranking list and is the darling in the eyes of the teacher. Because he stays up all night studying, he wears a pair of beer bottle bottoms at a young age. Thick glasses, hearing the words, consciously received the connotation, and smiled disdainfully, "Our class writes papers every day and doesn't even have time to eat. In the whole grade, your class is the most idle, so you should serve the people. Anyway, you go to school. If you don’t go to class, there’s not much difference.”

A boy behind him with a Coke can spoke more directly, "The garbage class should be treated as a garbage class. There are so many words, and I let you decorate the classroom to respect you, so it can be recycled as waste."

"When I was in class today, I heard Teacher Yang say that your exams and exams were messed up. You should go out to work as soon as possible. If you study here, you are tired, and the teacher is also tired."

The accusations against Sang and Huai were set on fire. The sports committee member of class six couldn't hold back his temper, so he stepped forward and grabbed Cen Qinghua by the collar, "What the hell are you talking about? If you have the ability, tell grandpa again." !"

Cen Qinghua lifted his chin and said, "You are said to be a garbage class. Why, you are not allowed to talk about garbage? If you are capable, you can fight like this. I won't let you drop out of school. My surname is Cen!"

They are all the key seedlings of the school. They are different from those little transparent who were bullied so much that they dare not make a sound. They are full of confidence. But demerit punishment is definitely indispensable.

The sports committee member gave him a yell, "What's so great about you, isn't it just that your grades are better, and you didn't get a perfect score in the English test this time, mad at your grandma!"

Teacher Yang obviously didn't tell Class 2 that Class 6 had a full score paper. Cen Qinghua sneered and asked, "Why, I can't get a full score in the test, so you can?"

The sports committee member choked when he heard the words, and realized that he searched around the classroom, and finally pointed to Jin Heng who was wiping the blackboard on the podium and said, "I can't, he can, you only passed 100 on the third set of papers this time." More than thirty, Jin Heng got full marks in the exam, what's the matter, do you really think you are the best in the world?"

Although everyone in class 6 thinks that Jin Heng copied it, or got shit luck, but against class 2, who has always hated him, it is rare for them to be unanimous, and they can step on Cen Qinghua when they get the chance, "Yes, our class Jin Heng got a full score in the exam, you are so awesome, why didn't you come back with a full score in the exam, it really makes people laugh."

"That's right, more than one hundred and thirty points, what are you crazy about!"

Hearing this, Jin Heng glanced at the door, and lightly patted the ashes on his hands. He obviously didn't understand how the scolding between the two classes got him involved, but he wasn't interested. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Pang Yifan walking out of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back, went to his seat, picked up his schoolbag, and followed him. Behind him, he could faintly hear the quarrel between the two classes.

"Full marks? The people in your class are really good at making things up. You can make up some reliable grades. You don't really think that just copying some answers casually is your real grades, right?"

"Fuck you, who is making it up? If you don't believe me, go ask Teacher Yang!"

"Hey, he's so good, if you have the ability, let him get a full score in the test, and I will believe it if he gets a full score in the test."

...

It was already dark outside, the air was stuffy, and after a while, there was a layer of sweat on the back. Jin Heng followed Pang Yifan not far or near at a distance of five meters, remembering the time when the other party locked himself in the school in his previous life. After two days in the utility room, he let out a sigh of relief.

Rebirth is still useful, after all, no matter how many times he tortures these people, he will never feel tired.

There are still a bunch of gangsters gathered at the gate of No. 6 Middle School today, people from Chongming are also there, but this time it’s not for fighting, Xu Meng is just to pick up Yan Na from school. But there was no sign of Wen Yan.

Jin Heng had habitually hidden a small knife in his sleeve. He stared at Pang Yifan's back with dark eyes, thinking about something, when he suddenly saw Xu Meng and the others, he couldn't help but pause thoughtfully.

"Excuse me... is Wen Yan here?"

The group of delinquent teenagers were smoking on the side of the road, when a clean voice suddenly sounded in their ears, their tone was quite polite, and they raised their eyes subconsciously, only to see a boy wearing the uniform of No. 6 Middle School standing in front of them at some point, with facial features Neat, with excellent bones, as clean as a handful of snow, an existence that is completely incompatible with gangsters. , please keep in mind:,