On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Jin Heng caught it reflexively, and found out that it was the schoolbag he dropped on the road yesterday. He subconsciously looked up at Wen Yan, but saw that the other party seemed to have a few more injuries than yesterday. Most likely, he took someone to seek revenge. .

It's quite like his style, but it definitely doesn't include sending school bags.

Jin Heng wanted to pat off the dust on the schoolbag, but when he saw that it was clean, he had to withdraw his hand, put the schoolbag on his shoulder, and said two words seriously: "Thank you."

"laugh……"

Wen Yan sneered, the bruise on his face didn't fade, but he didn't lose his publicity. He raised his eyelids, always thinking that the word "thank you" was ridiculous: "Aside from saying this, can you say anything else?"

Jin Heng kept his head down most of the time, but when he stood up straight, he was actually taller than Wen Yan. His slender fingers are holding a soybean milk cup. Inside the school uniform is white lapel short sleeves. The coat has blue edges on the side, which is lighter than Chongming's. It is clean and timeless. The sun is pouring on his shoulders. When walking on the road, he can make many people look sideways.

Jin Heng looked at Wen Yan, his eyelashes were deep and thick, his pupils were black and white, except that they were clean, he seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling, and asked for Wen Yan's opinion: "Well...then What should I say?"

"..."

Wen Yan once again realized the fact that Jin Heng was taller than him, put his hands in his pockets, uttered an obscenity in his heart, stomped the basketball that just rolled down under his feet with a blank expression, and kicked it towards the ball behind him without looking back. Group of people.

Xu Meng answered straight: "Fuck, this is basketball, not football!"

Wen Yan glanced over with a cold look, and he immediately silenced his voice again.

Wen Yan bought a breakfast and threw a whole hundred of them to the stall owner. While waiting for the change, he bit the soy milk straw and said without any emotional threat: "If you dare to say what happened yesterday, Do so at your own peril.”

learn.

After all, Chongming's school bully was pushed to the ground and beaten by others, so it would be embarrassing to spread the word.

Jin Heng clutched the shoulder strap of the schoolbag with both hands, nodded: "Yes, I know."

His hair is black and soft, and his skin is fair. He belongs to the kind of obedient child that the elders like the most. This action makes him look like a primary school student. He is obedient and rua, which makes people want to bully him.

Wen Yan couldn't help but look at him twice more, thinking that he was like a soft bun, no wonder he was always being manipulated by others, so he didn't say anything, took the change from the stall owner, threw the coat that was about to slip off on his shoulders again, turned around and took it with him. The people from Chongming left.

The stall owner found that he hadn't picked up the breakfast he bought, and shouted a few times from behind: "Hey, classmate, your things are left here!"

Two tea eggs, one fried dumpling, and one fried dough stick wrapped in glutinous rice were left alone by the side, but Wen Yan only took a cup of soy milk and left. Li: "Your friend is gone, why don't you hold it for him."

The two of them stood here talking just now, the stall owner probably misunderstood something.

Everyone was gone, and it was impossible for Jin Heng to chase after him, so he could only take the things, turn around and walk into the school, and met Wang Hai, who was at the same table on the way, who was carrying a schoolbag, and followed hesitantly: "Hey, Jin Heng."

Jin Heng didn't need friends, and he didn't like interpersonal communication. Seeing that it was Wang Hai, he still didn't have any emotional ups and downs, so he hummed.

Wang Hai seemed to have seen something just now: "Have you been targeted by the gangsters in Chongming? I saw that Wen Yan talked to you just now. What did he say to you?"

Jin Heng paused when he heard this, and smiled: "Are you sure you want to know?"

His eyes are deep and deep, and it always makes people feel that there is something unknowable hidden, otherwise it will cause trouble to the upper body. Wang Hai was stared at by him, and his back was hairy, and he shook his head subconsciously: "I... I just asked."

I just wanted to know if I asked, there is no difference.

Jin Heng said, "You can ask Wen Yan yourself."

When he said this, he looked gentle and harmless, without any sharpness, and looked the same as usual, but it just made Wang Hai feel weird. He was about to say something, but he saw that Jin Heng had already turned towards the teaching building gone.

The position of each grade monthly examination in No. 6 Middle School is based on the ranking of the previous examination. There is one examination room for top students and top students, and one test room for underachievers. To some extent, birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups.

Jin Heng fell ill during the monthly exam last month, which led to his low ranking. He had been wandering in the middle of the exam room, but now he landed in the second-to-last exam room, mixed with the poor students from Class 9.

In No. 6 Middle School, Classes 1, 2, and 3 belong to the key seedlings cultivated by the school. Classes 4, 5, and 6 get worse grades as they go to the back row. Not to mention Class 9, most of the entire class are related households. The sixth class is still bad.

Jin Heng's seat was by the window, he checked his examination number, and then sat down and drank the remaining half cup of soy milk. A few boys from Class 9 arrived early, flipping through English and Chinese books——

Don't get me wrong, they are not reviewing, they are cheating.

The head teacher of Class 9 is the grade leader of the English group. He has the hottest temper, otherwise he will not be able to suppress these thorns. If he fails the grade, he will be punished for copying. If the basic questions he has taught are wrong, he will be fined for copying. I copied it, although my grades are still bad, but at least I am self-motivated and know how to write a cheat sheet to save my terrible grades.

They don't have high requirements, just pass it. The head teacher said that as long as they pass, all penalties and copying will be waived.

The tables in the examination room were wide open, and the last few examination rooms were basically occupied by the students of Class Nine. It can be seen that their collective scores are quite balanced, basically at the same level.

Jin Heng sat on the seat, quietly ate two tea eggs, and then drank a cup of soy milk

, looks quite out of place, in stark contrast to the busy people around.

Sitting in front of Jin Heng was a boy with a sports headband, trendy dress, and a famous brand. He finished typing the cheat sheet before everyone else, then he sighed and stretched his waist: "Fuck, I finally finished copying."

A girl next to him glared at him: "Zou Kai, when you're done copying, please be quiet. I'm afraid the teachers passing by in the corridor won't hear you, right?"

Zou Kai was very embarrassed: "I copy fast, you can control it, you little turtles, you should have copied it in advance yesterday because of your slow hand speed, tsk, I really don't know what to say about you."

The girl slapped the pen on the table with a bang: "You don't want English answers anymore, do you?"

Zou Kai immediately approached with a shy face, and said with a smile: "Don't, auntie, I still can't make a mistake. My English depends on you to save my life. I didn't pass last time. Those who copy words are stupid."

The girl pushed him away with disgust, but her tone was intimate, and the two seemed to have a spark of love: "Don't quarrel with me, I heard that this is a set of papers issued by the school and No. 3 Middle School. It's all high-level questions. Can I do it myself?" I don’t even know if I’m passing.”

Zou Kai had no choice but to sit back in his seat. He crossed his legs and looked around, only to find Jin Heng's unfamiliar face. Seeing him sitting quietly in his seat, he asked curiously, "Hey, why don't you call?" Cheat sheet?"

"..."

Jin Heng wanted to say that there is no point in cheating. This time, there were very few questions memorized by rote, and the scores were not high. Most of them were about learning and applying. He was silent for a moment, and made up a reason: "... I'm lazy."

Zou Kai glanced at his examination number information: "You are in Class Six, how are your grades?"

Jin Heng: "...you can tell by my ranking, that's it."

Zou Kai let out a cry, thinking that he was also a scumbag. He was very enthusiastic. He glanced at the corner of the table and saw the words Jin Heng written on the back of the examination number: "Then I will finish writing later, and I will give it to you too." Throw out an answer, don't tell the truth."\u003c

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There are more than 300 people in the whole second division, Zou Kai ranks 250th in grades, Jin Heng 251st, on the surface, his grades seem to be slightly better than Jin Heng's, so this sentence is quite confident.

It was the first time for Jin Heng to encounter this kind of thing. He paused for a rare moment, and wanted to say no, but before he could speak, the bell rang. The invigilator walked in with a stack of sealed rolls. Thick glasses, good face.

Seeing this, Zou Kai immediately turned around, looked at his nose, nose and heart, pretending to be honest.

The invigilator wrote down the exam time on the blackboard, gave instructions for the integrity exam as usual, and then asked the students to put their schoolbags on the window sill outside before handing out the exam papers one by one.

It's over!

The scumbags in class 9 were all dumbfounded when they saw the papers. The previous math papers were difficult, but at least they could understand them. This time they couldn't even understand the questions. What a test!

Zou Kai said in a low voice: "Is this paper written by someone..."

The invigilator patted the table: "Start the exam, don't whisper."

After speaking, he dragged a chair and sat on the podium, drinking tea while reading the newspaper.

I don't know if it's because of the rebirth, Jin Heng read the paper again, and he felt that it was okay, but the later questions about raising heights were a bit out of line. He followed the multiple-choice questions one by one, and formed a deep hatred with the students around him. In stark contrast.

The classroom was silent, only the rustling sound of the pen nib rubbing against the paper could be heard. While others were still scratching their heads over the multiple-choice questions, Jin Heng had already done the big question on the opposite side. He turned the paper over with a soft "crash" The sound seemed particularly abrupt.

There were four or five people in the classroom looking at him. Some of them were close. After a cursory glance, they found that Jin Heng's test paper was filled with the process of solving the questions. Although I don't know if it was written in vain, but it looks pretty good...

There is a final question at the back, which looks simple at first glance, but is actually very difficult. It requires a lot of examples to verify, and if you don’t pay attention, you will get caught up in it. Jin Heng used a pencil to type a bunch of drafts on the test paper to simplify the process, and then went to Fill in the answers on the answer sheet.

Zou Kai was only halfway through writing. He scratched his head, and while the teacher was not paying attention, he threw a ball of paper at the girl who had spoken before.

Although Class Nine is bad, they are still united, and they don’t hide it very much. Zou Kai’s paper ball went around the entire examination room, and he managed to collect all the answers. Of course, the correct rate is not guaranteed. .

Zou Kai had almost filled out the math paper, and belatedly remembered the student from Class 6 at the back table, leaned back calmly, and threw a crumpled paper ball over.

Jin Heng had finished writing the paper for a long time. He was staring at the table in a daze. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the crumpled ball of paper on the table, glanced at the invigilator, and then opened the paper ball without a trace.

"..."

It can be seen that this answer was put together by "collection". To be more specific, this is an answer that condenses the wisdom of all the scumbags in Class Nine. Eight of the eleven multiple-choice questions are wrong, let alone the following .

Jin Heng pressed the mechanical pencil, drew a few strokes on the ball of paper, then kneaded it into a ball, threw it on Zou Kai's desk when the invigilator was not paying attention, and continued to sleep on his stomach.

Zou Kai had just finished writing all the math papers, and was in a state of relaxation. Suddenly there was a note on the table. He was startled. He quickly covered it with his sleeve, opened it quietly, and saw the answer to the multiple-choice question. After crossing several times, the correct answer was written next to it.

"hiss……"

hand over

A small note with buy one get one free? Zou Kai glanced back and saw that Jin Heng was sleeping, holding the answer in his hand, unable to make a decision for a long time.

Jin Heng ranked lower than him, and his grades are estimated to be pretty bad, so in the same way, the credibility of this answer should not be high, but Zou Kai touched his chin, and always felt that Jin Heng had a kind of superior demeanor. Changed it according to his answer.

Not long after, the exam bell rang. The invigilator took away the answer sheet, turned around and left the classroom. The people who were sitting in a well-behaved manner suddenly gathered together in twos and threes to answer the questions like wild horses that had run loose.

"Hey, what did you choose for the first question? Is it c?"

"Yes, yes, it is c!"

Zou Kai glanced at the answer on the ball of paper, Jin Heng wrote a.

"What about the second question? What about the second question? I chose b."

"Great, I'm a b too!"

Zou Kai glanced at the answer again, it was d.

"The third question? The third question..."

...

Zou Kai couldn't listen anymore, and fell back to his seat clutching his heart. He felt that he had lost at least a few hundred million. A scumbag like him can't write big questions, so he just counted on the multiple-choice questions to get points. Now it's over, definitely not pass.

Zou Kai already regretted changing the answer according to Jin Heng's answer, but he still swallowed a mouthful of old blood and asked him: "Tell me the truth, how is your grade?"

Jin Heng still said the same thing: "You can tell by the ranking, it's average."

He took a sip of water from the water cup, and seeing those people gathered together to check the answers, he wondered if it was necessary. They all copied the same ball of paper, so there was no difference in the answers.