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Lin Yue said: "I'm not like this, so what should I do? Is it possible to write her a letter and tell her that I have never heard of you, and I don't even know what you look like, so I'm sorry, but I can't accept your confession? If I respond like this to every love letter I receive, should I still write a manuscript, should I study? And the uncertain tone may send the wrong signal, it is better to give them a long-term pain rather than a short-term pain, In this way, you can adjust your state faster and devote yourself to learning, which can be regarded as being responsible for yourself and trying to be responsible for those who like you.”

The truth is correct, but Qiuya still thinks it's a bit...unhuman.

"But...but..."

"No, but, if you wrote this love letter, I might think about it and give you a chance to perform well."

"You...don't talk nonsense."

Her face turned red all of a sudden, and she buried her head in the pile of books, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Sun Fei, go, change seats with me."

At this time, a person walked to the back row of the two of them and threw the schoolbag and textbooks on Xiao Hei's desk.

Qiuya turned her face to look, her body froze slightly, because it was none other than Charlotte who kept pestering her and showing love again and again.

Speaking of which, he and Lin Yue are really two extremes, one doesn't care about her, and the other stalks her.

"No." Xiao Hei refused.

"Can you say that again!"

"Charlotte, it's not that you don't know, I don't get along with the glasses girl."

Not only Charlotte knew about this, but to put it bluntly, the whole class knew that the two of them had an unpleasant fight.

Xihong No. 7 Middle School is located in the old city, and the problem of circuit aging is very serious. There are power outages during evening self-study, and the school will not let the students leave school early because of the longest ten or twenty minutes of blindness. In order to survive this darkness No matter the time, I don’t think it’s a waste of time, and you have to learn how to light wax. Many people will hide one or two candles in their drawers, and they will pick them up and light them whenever the surroundings are dark.

While Yingying's brilliance illuminates the classroom, it also brings some hidden dangers. Sun Fei once put the candle too far and almost ignited the glasses girl's clothes. Although no one was hurt in the end, her hair was burnt. few.

Since then, the two have formed a relationship and have not spoken for a semester. Now Charlotte asked him to go to the same table with the glasses girl, which is really embarrassing.

Charlotte said: "Aren't you going? Believe it or not, I'll tell the principal about you wiping your nose on the podium and sticking gum on the teacher's chair."

When Sun Fei heard this, she suddenly became wilted, her mouth was pouted, and she went to the empty seat next to the glasses girl and sat down.

Charlotte looked at Qiu Ya sitting in front, and Lin Yue next to her, thinking that I can't beat you, and I'm not as good-looking as you, but it doesn't matter, I can make a big, round and bright light bulb, I'm sick of you guys both.

"Hey, Charlotte, who are you quarreling with?" Ma Dongmei was amused when she saw this scene: "If you want me to tell you, don't struggle, it's useless."

"You...you...Ma Dongmei, no one will treat you as a mute if you don't speak."

When Charlotte said this, Yuan Hua, who was standing behind Ma Dongmei, punched the north wall of the classroom with a facial expression that was more desperate than sad.

"Yuan Hua, what are you doing? Are you practicing Beidou Shenquan? Your hand doesn't hurt, but the wall does."

Coincidentally, the math teacher walked in from the outside and just witnessed this scene. There were ten thousand alpacas in his heart. He wondered if Yuan Hua's father's slap made his son's head stupid. Yesterday, he hit the back of his head against the wall. Punching and punching the wall, why is he always struggling with the wall?

"And you, Ma Dongmei, don't eat melon seeds in class, even if you're happy."

The classroom, which was still in chaos just now, suddenly fell silent. Qiu Ya shouted and stood up, and the students stood up and called the teacher hello.

The math teacher waved his hand casually, signaling everyone to sit down, and flipped through the test papers in front of him: "The results of last week's preliminary test are out, have the test papers been distributed to the class representatives?"

The girl by the window wearing a card with a pattern of stars and moons on her head nodded: "Ms. Yang, I've already sent it."

"You got your test papers, right?"

Only a few people got the answer.

The math teacher didn't care either. He pushed the teaching aids forward, looked at the whole class and said, "Since you've all got the test papers, and you want to see the scores, the teacher didn't want to say more, but with your laziness just now Son, I have something to say... I can't spit it out quickly."

He paused and then said: "In the four liberal arts classes in the third grade of No. 7 Middle School, our class's score in this mock test is the bottom one in the whole year. The midterm exam is less than two weeks away. If we don't catch up Hurry up, review carefully, and then you will be the last one in the exam, you don't feel ashamed, the teacher will be ashamed for you."

Zhang Yang pursed his mouth at the bottom, turned his face out of the window, and muttered in a low voice: "You are not shy, you are afraid of being deducted from the bonus by the principal."

Monte stroked the hair above his ears: "Boys only learn mathematics, and girls only learn makeup."

After speaking, he wiped it on his lips with his index finger.

Zhang Yang shivered with disgust, and straightened his back to stay away from this pervert.

The math teacher saw the little movements of the two and was about to get mad when Charlotte, who was sleeping on the table over there, talked in his sleep.

No, it should be Dream Song.

"Accompany you to watch the meteor shower fall on this earth."

"Let your tears fall on my shoulders."

"I want you to know that my love is willing to be brave for you."

"You will see where happiness lies."

"..."

Not to mention, the singing is quite nice.

Looking back, Qiuya thought that Charlotte had written a song for herself again, just like how many times she occupied the radio station to sing love songs to show her love.

Actually, apart from being a little older and uglier, Charlotte is not bad in talent. Although she doesn't want to admit it, writing songs is more compelling than writing novels.

Ma Dongmei slapped the table angrily in the back.

In the past, after class, it was fine for him to stalk Qiu Ya, but now the teacher dares to do this in the presence of the teacher, did he take her as a future daughter-in-law seriously?

When Dachun saw her slapping the table, she thought she was beating the beat, so she slapped the table too.

"Charlotte sings really well."

The class's monthly test score was the last in the whole grade, and the math teacher was not happy at first. After being disturbed by these people, his heart rushed up, picked up the half piece of chalk in the gap between the blackboard and the frame, and threw it at Charlotte. But his aim was really bad, because the angle was too low, the chalk went straight to Lin Yue who was concentrating on writing the manuscript.

Just when everyone was about to exclaim, a strange scene happened. Lin did not raise his eyelids, and with his palms slightly upward, he grabbed the flying chalk in his hand with a snap.

The math teacher froze for a moment.

The exclamation that should have sounded turned into an uproar, and Zhang Yang, who was afraid of chaos in the world, gave a round of applause.

The math teacher couldn't hold back his face, and slapped the table vigorously: "Quiet."

The students quickly shut their mouths and did not dare to make a sound.

"Zhang Yang, Meng Te, Dachun, Xia Luo, Ma Dongmei, Lin Yue...it's just you guys every time. If you don't want to go to school, you can go out and don't disturb other students." The math teacher opened his eyes angrily, and mentioned these The name is disgusting.

Zhang Yang, Meng Te and others dare not speak, because they have no courage, and because they have already practiced thick-skinned skills.

Lin Yue is different from them, he is not willing to suffer from being dumb, the main reason is... this matter has nothing to do with him, how can he suffer such humiliation for nothing, so he put down the pen, stood up and said: "Mr. Yang, It is your grievance to throw chalk at Charlotte. I don’t care about it, but you didn’t have the aim, and the chalk hit my head. What’s wrong with me catching it? Don’t do anything, just let the chalk hit me Face to change your anger? Don't you think this is too much?"

Zhang Yang nodded desperately beside him, watching the teacher waiting to make a statement.

The math teacher was indeed stopped by the question, because what he said made sense, but he didn't intend to give in, otherwise he would lose his face as a teacher.

"I'm not talking about you picking up the chalk, it's about you people holding back the class. Last time you told the English teacher that you didn't ask Qiuya to copy your homework for you. Let me ask you, how often do you finish your homework?" Well, why did you get 0 points in this monthly exam?"

0 marks?

Lin Yue got 0 points in the test?

The students who were far away from his seat looked at each other in blank dismay.

This... you can bet on a multiple-choice question by throwing dice to guess the size, not to mention there are several true-false judgment questions.

Could it be that he handed in a blank paper?

The math teacher said: "Someone usually copies your homework, but it will show up when you take the exam, right? Don't think that the teacher doesn't know what you do every day."

Lin Yue said, "Teacher Yang, I want to ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

"If you are busy making money, someone will give you a few questions at this time. They are all addition within 10 that first-grade elementary school students need to learn. He also said that he will test you to see how high your level is. ,what will you do."

"That must be..." The math teacher just wanted to tell him to stay where he is so cool, and use addition within 10 to test the level of a high school math teacher. Is there something wrong with this person's brain? But after thinking about it, I suddenly understood, and I was angry: "What do you mean?"

Lin Yue said, "You know exactly what I mean."

The math teacher laughed angrily: "Students, do you understand?"

Some people nodded with half understanding, looked at Lin Yue, and then at the math teacher, their mouths slowly opened into an O shape.

Some people didn't think about it at all, their eyes fluttered, big or small, as if they were listening to a book from heaven.

"Student Lin Yue means that the math paper for this monthly exam is to him what addition within 10 means to a teacher. Instead of wasting energy playing house games, it is better to do something more valuable. "

As soon as these words came out, the classroom boiled.

If you say that Lin Yue is a thorny head who refuses to accept the control of the heavens, everyone will believe him and know how stupid he is, but in terms of studies, it is really impressive to be able to say the reason for handing in blank papers in such a "fresh and refined" way... ... How should I put it, it's ridiculous? Mental illness? Or is writing a book obsessed, getting too involved in the drama, and treating myself as the protagonist of the novel?

"Mr. Yang, your understanding is really good." He also gave a thumbs up, and he did not hesitate to praise him.

But the more he behaved like this, the more the math teacher thought he was insulting his IQ, or swearing at others.

Yuan Hua spat to the side, curled his lips, and said something arrogant.

The two of them agreed to see the winners and losers in the examination room before, but they didn't expect to hand in a blank paper in the monthly exam. It's okay if you don't have a little shame, and dare to run on the teacher. He really thinks that he is the kind of man who can write a pen to secure the world, and martial arts to determine the world. All-rounder?

"Hahahaha, Dongmei, do you understand? I understand, he's bragging." Even Dachun knew he was bragging.

Yes, he writes novels well because he usually reads a lot of miscellaneous books and has accumulated a very rich vocabulary, but mathematics is different from Chinese and English.

Using the excuse of not having a good rest at night and sleeping until the bell rang for the end of get out of class to hand in a blank paper is easier to accept than bragging.

The math teacher said: "Have you heard everyone's evaluation of you?"

Lin Yue said: "Well, to be honest, no one believes that I'm used to it."

"So, do you think you are better than the teacher?"

"That's right."

"Since you are so capable, why do you still come to school?"

"Because I'm afraid that my parents will be sad. They want me to get into a good university, so I will try my best to be filial."

"You...you...have no manners!"

The math teacher was so angry at his attitude that he couldn't speak properly.

Lin Yue said, "I can't help it. I know the truth always hurts people the most, but it's wrong to lie."

"Did you hear that, did you hear that, he said that he is much better than the teacher."

"Hey, don't steal it..."

Lin Yue wanted to say that the math teacher changed the concept secretly, but stopped in the middle of the conversation, and glanced at Zhang Yang, Baoya shivered at the sight of him, and then Meng Te, Ma Dongmei, Dachun, who were holding back the class Big idiot, how about using them to test the newly unlocked [Nightmare] skills?

"That's right, my level is higher than yours. Teacher Yang, do you dare to make a bet?"

"bet?"

"Dachun, Zhang Yang, Meng Te, and Ma Dongmei are all poor students you don't want to see, right? I'll tutor them in math next. If the five of us don't hold back the class in the mid-term exam, from now on you can control me Call the teacher, if they don't make great progress, I'll go to the principal to transfer the class, so that you can't see or worry, how about it?"

Wow~

There was a lot of discussion in the classroom, and no one thought he was crazy.

Let the whole class of Dachun, Zhang Yang, Meng Te, and Ma Dongmei... No, the poor students who are famous throughout the grade no longer hold back? This is more unacceptable than handing in a blank paper because the above test questions are of no value to him.

Not to mention the other students, even the person concerned felt that he had heard it wrong, so Zhang Yang picked out his ears and got a ring of earwax.

The math teacher can only use the word "sensational" to describe his behavior.

"Okay, okay... This is what you said, I'll make a bet with you, I don't believe it, no one in the whole No. 7 Middle School can deal with you?"

Teacher Yang agreed?

The students no longer knew what to say.

If this bet was made from the beginning, maybe there is still a little possibility, what about now? How long until the midterm exam?

Less than half a month!

Even if these four people spend their weekend breaks on study, it is impossible not to hold back the class, not to mention how poor the foundation of Zhang Yang, Meng Te, and Ma Dongmei is, just that Dashachun, want to change him? It's just a dream.

So this bet was lost for Lin Yue.

Xia Luo became energetic all of a sudden, because Lin Yue was going to be transferred, and no one would hinder him from chasing Qiu Ya again.

...

snap~

A hand clapped on the table.

"Ment, come to my house for tutoring this weekend."

"Why, I invited my sisters to go shopping on weekends. Hey, Dongmei, do you think my newly bought earrings look good?"

Ma Dongmei didn't answer this question, picked up the 2B lead in front of Monte, and snapped it hard, the pencil broke in two.

"Ah, my 2B."

"Come or not?"

Monte's hands trembled: "Come on, come on..."

Ma Dongmei snorted, got up and left.

Monte's hand hanging on his chest shook, with a frightened expression.

...

Zhang Yang came out of the boys' bathroom, looked around furtively for a while, ran behind the broken tables and chairs that hadn't been cleaned in time, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, took out the lighter, lit it with a snap, and smoked comfortably. Take a sip.

At this time, Dachun leaned over from behind, without turning his head, he said: "I told you I won't go, don't follow me."

"Dongmei said that if you dare not go..."

"Cut." Zhang Yang curled his lips: "What if you don't go."

Think he, a man who can put his grandpa in the hospital by playing mahjong, will devote his mind to his studies? And it's been almost a week, and the person concerned doesn't feel anxious at all, and is still writing his novel.

The emperor is not in a hurry, Ma Dongmei is too... On the contrary, the man-in-law is warm-hearted, looking for this and that, willing to be a pawn.

"hehe."

Dachun showed a harmless smile, grabbed Zhang Yang's back collar and lifted him up.

"Teacher, Zhang Yang is hiding behind the toilet and smoking."

The students who passed by all looked over at once. It happened that the dean had just finished urinating and was arranging his shirt. He was hesitating whether to stuff it into his trousers when he heard the sound and looked ahead.

"The buck tooth in the big man's hand over there, yes, it's you, what's your name?"

Before Zhang Yang could react, Dachun hurriedly replied: "Teacher, he is Zhang Yang from Class Two, Grade Three."

"Both of you, follow me to the teaching office."

After saying this, the dean left with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Yang glanced reluctantly at the half cigarette that had just been thrown on the ground, his heart was bleeding.

A box costs three yuan, and a stick costs fifteen cents.

Dachun said: "Dongmei said that if you don't go, let me follow you all the time, and report as long as you smoke."

"You traitor!"

Zhang Yang's teeth hurt with hatred, in the past he was the one who betrayed Dachun, but now the situation is reversed.

"Okay, I'll go, but there is one thing I have to remind you, Dachun, you were sold by Ma Dongmei."