Young people remember to eat but not to beat.
As soon as two days passed, the team of supplementary homework led by Gao Tianyang only remembered the barbecue and the barrels of beer. Except for a few who were still wondering who reported to Yang Jing, most of the students in Class A were distracted. It's the week exam.
In fact, in the past, they were not so concerned about the weekly test. After all, every day when you open your eyes and close your eyes is a paper, and there is a big test every week, and everyone should be desensitized. Except for the mid-term and end-of-terms involving the "fuck off the shift system", the atmosphere of class A's exam preparation will not be too strong.
But this week's exam is a bit special.
First, it is related to the city's top three list in half a month, and second, the school has issued a new examination regulation.
Regarding the new regulations, the head teacher He Jin explained this way: "In order to keep you calm and not so nervous when dealing with the college entrance examination, we have implemented a system of one big test a week. But we now find out that you are a little too calm. ?"
"Especially our classmates! The school leaders have already named and criticized them, saying that some of our classmates are very fake in their work. The test is very random, and some people can even fall into the middle of the grade. What concept? Ranked close to 200.”
Although she didn't name her, she glanced at several people.
"So, in order to keep you in awe of the test without being nervous, the school has decided that starting from this weekly test, the test room will be ranked according to the grade. There are 45 seats in our class, and 46 will go to class B, and then Class 123456 and so on, and so on, all the way to class 12. Whichever seat you ranked in the last week's test, just go to the seat number, if you do well in the test, sit forward, if you fail the test, please go to another classroom."
The new system was too hard-core, and Class A went crazy on the spot.
As soon as He Jin left, Gao Tianyang raised his head on the spot and sacrificed heroically on the Shengwang table.
He is a typical mid-term and end-of-term hardworking school.
"It's over, it's over. Just my shit score last week, it must be over 100."
"Shut up, 100 counts, I'm 5 points lower than you!"
"I must be 150."
"150 is definitely not the worst. When Lao He said that it was nearly 200, I looked at her, and my heart stopped beating on the spot."
Gao Tianyang raised his chin with difficulty and said, "You all step on the horse to get out of the way for me, who will suffer from me! Last time I made a mistake on the English answer sheet, and I was blinded for 30 points. I was relieved."
"Don't let it go, let's get pregnant again." Song Sirui, the academic committee member, ran on him unceremoniously, "If you're right, that 30 points might be a vain one."
"Go away!" Gao Tianyang rushed at him.
He said to Sheng Wang in the midst of grief, "Brother Sheng, those beasts trampled on my wound. I may have to take the exam in Class 4. I need comfort."
Sheng Wang leaned back on the chair and looked at him with a numb look.
"Brother Sheng, why are you looking at me like this?" Gao Tianyang was still fake crying.
"Because you're crying about the last-to-last grade." Sheng Wang said quietly.
Gao Tianyang kept his ugly cry for two seconds, and finally came to his senses—he almost forgot that Sheng Wang was the one who should cry the most in the class. He only touched the book for a day in the last week's test.
Although his Chinese and English scores are very good, he can't fill in the blank of the three subjects of mathematics, physics and chemistry. In short... miserable is right.
Jiang Tian went to the bathroom and came back again with a long and narrow note in his hand.
He stopped at Shengwang's table, glanced at Gao Tianyang, who was lying on the corpse, tapped the table and said to Shengwang, "Why are you looking for him?"
Gao Tianyang got up from the Shengwang table and asked, "Old He? What are you doing?"
Jiang Tian: "I didn't find you."
"Oh." Gao Tianyang turned back honestly and got on his desk.
Sheng Wang is also a little empty: "Why are you looking for me?"
Jiang Tian said, "Let you go to the office to get the score sheet."
The attached middle school will give out the class rank and grade rank for each exam. It will not be announced publicly. How to announce it depends on each class teacher. He Jin has always belonged to the moderate group. She will cut out each person's grades individually. On a long note is the name, the scores of each subject, the total score, the ranking, etc. People who want to know will get it by themselves, but don't look at other people's. .
Now that there are new regulations for the distribution of the examination room, the method of He Jin is meaningless, so all the remaining score sheets must be distributed to the students.
It was the one that Jiang Tian was holding in his hand.
He didn't pay much attention to his score sheet, and folded it several times while speaking.
The small white strips swayed Shengwang's curiosity. He couldn't help but ask, "Can I see yours?"
Jiang Tian let go, and the note fell on the table.
He pressed his index finger against one end of the note and pushed it in front of Sheng Wang, then Sheng Wang saw a row of 1s:
Class rank 1, grade rank 1, examination room seat number 1.
Ordinary people are either envious or jealous when they see this kind of score sheet, but Sheng Wang's reaction is a bit special. He was a little… reluctant.
When Jiang Tian took the score sheet away, he looked like he was selling children.
"What's the problem?" Jiang Tian couldn't stand it any longer.
"No." Sheng Wang's eyes were still glued to the note, "My previous score sheet also looked like this, I'm borrowing your memory."
"… "
Sheng Wang finally looked away from the score sheet, and looked up to meet Jiang Tian's gaze at "Wonderful Flower in Lang Huan".
"Give me the pen." Jiang Tian moved his index finger, motioning for him to hand over a pen.
"Why?" Sheng Wang was a little puzzled, but he did it anyway.
I saw this irritating thing with a big pen, stripped the name on the score sheet, wrote the word "Sheng Wang", and then pushed the pen and note to Sheng Wang and said: "After remembering, remember to throw out the garbage. ."
After he finished speaking, he went back to his seat to read a book empty-handed, leaving Sheng Wang and the note to stare at each other.
Gao Tianyang accidentally listened to the whole process, shaking his shoulders in front of him and laughing frantically, as for Sheng Wang... The eldest young master wants to bite.
So in a few seconds, Jiang Tian was beaten in a can on the WeChat screen.
The way the two of them get along has gotten a little weird—
In the morning, Jiang Tian would read the English newspaper and wait for Sheng Wang to go out, but he would not show "active" in front of Jiang Ou and Aunt Sun. When Sheng Wang went downstairs, he would still organize his schoolbag in the living room. When Jiang Ou said, "Wait for Xiaowang," he put down his schoolbag and sat on the sofa with his head down while playing with his mobile phone.
After entering the classroom, that sense of restraint will disappear.
As with other classmates, Shengwang would ask Jiang Tian to borrow it if he had no ink, and Jiang Tian would tap on his shoulder and urge him to pass the paper back quickly. They didn't talk much, but not too little either. Occasionally chat a few words, but more of a jumping foot.
Every day at lunch and dinner time, most of the classmates will stage the legend of the hungry wolf, and Gao Tianyang is always the fastest runner. He tried to bring Sheng Wang, but Sheng Wang said that he was weak and weak, and the wolf could not get up, so he asked him to pursue his dreams alone.
In fact, Sheng Wang just felt that it would be difficult to run without an image, but he was too lazy to move and hated sweating.
It is logical again, he and Jiang Tian are the only ones who do not rob the cafeteria, they can only accompany each other.
They will walk for a while, passing through the "Xiu Shen Yuan" and the shade of the plane trees outside the playground fence, then Sheng Wang goes to the Xi Le convenience store, and Jiang Tian goes to the west gate.
Sheng Wang was actually a little curious about where he had his lunch, but for some reason, he didn't take the initiative to ask. If he didn't ask, Jiang Tian's character couldn't take the initiative to say it.
So they can only be regarded as half a meal friend.
Jiang Tian still disappeared from time to time at night, but he learned to make confessions, and he would send a WeChat message to Sheng Wang before the evening self-study, and then Sheng Wang would go back by himself.
If he didn't have that string of confession information, he would go home with Sheng Wang, sometimes sitting in the back seat of Xiao Chen's car, playing with their phones, and sometimes chatting a little.
And no matter what they are talking about, whether they have finished talking or not, they will stop the conversation the moment they enter the house, and go back to their room with their schoolbags.
The courtyard gate of Baima Alley is like a barrier, and they are tacitly aware of each other.
Gao Tianyang complained about some of the parts he saw. He said, "I believe that you are not familiar with you before. Really, your situation is no different from that of a shared renter. At most, there is another layer of ordinary classmate relationship."
This well-known loudspeaker actually kept his mouth shut on this matter, probably because he was afraid of making Jiang Tian unhappy.
But what Gao Tianyang didn't know was that in a place he couldn't see, Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian's WeChat chat records for a week had exceeded the amount he and Jiang Tian had for a semester.
The night before the weekly exam, Sheng Wangwo was reviewing the wrong questions in front of the desk in the bedroom.
Only then did he realize how many papers and question sets he had done this week. The progress bar of class A has been pulled to the textbook for the second semester of high school. During the day, he learns new content with the teachers of various subjects, and at night, he has to make up for his progress after finishing the day's homework. Except for the drinking time, he never goes to bed before 2 o'clock. feeling.
Young Master Sheng is a shrewd person. If someone around him was abused as badly as he was, he would balance out quite a bit.
After reading the set of wrong questions in mathematics and physics, the night is already deep.
Baima Longtang is an excellent place to live, but it is located in the downtown area, but because of the depth of the horizontal and vertical, no noise can be heard. At this time, it is truly quiet.
Sheng Wang glanced at his phone, and the screen showed 2:10. Holding the pen cap in his mouth, he turned his head and stared at the wall behind him.
At this time in the past, the person next door should be sleeping. He would hear a soft tugging of slippers, continuing from the other person's desk to the bed, and then quickly returning to silence.
But usually this point Shengwang is also crawling on the bed, so he is not jealous.
Today is different. He still has a collection of wrong questions in chemistry that he hasn't read yet.
He stared at the wall for about half a minute, when the familiar sound of slippers rang.
Look, I am going to sleep.
He is the only night owl left in the whole Baima alley.
Sheng Wang slammed his forehead on the desk and closed his head for a while. The sound of the slippers next door rang again, this time returning to the desk from the bed.
Um? Sheng Wang blinked and raised his head in confusion. He pricked up his ears and waited for a while, but before the other party made any more movement, he finally determined that Jiang Tian had not slept, and there was a second living person in the white horse alley at two in the morning.
He felt relieved in an instant, took out a piece of scratch paper and started counting against the set of wrong questions.
As a result, just after finishing two pages, there was movement next door.
Sheng Wang pricked up his ears and stared at the wall again. He held his breath and listened for a while. He guessed that the other party was just looking for something in his schoolbag. So he was relieved and continued to brush the wrong questions.
After three or four repetitions, he finally exploded.
Sheng Wang poked the phone screen heavily, poked into the WeChat interface, clicked on the top one and started typing—
What are you doing walking around? ?
After finishing the three punctuations, Sheng Wang hesitated for a moment but did not send. Because he read it through and felt like a pervert.
He rested his forehead against the table, holding the phone in both hands and began to meditate. Two seconds later he deleted the sentence and typed it again: Are you still asleep? Aunt Sun put a bowl of red grapes in the refrigerator, can I share some with you
No, it's too fake.
Sheng Wang deleted this string again and began to edit the content for the third time: You actually worked so hard today
He read it silently several times and thought it was okay. As I was about to send it, my phone suddenly vibrated.
Sheng Wang was startled, and when he took a closer look, there was an extra message in the chat box.
Jiang Tian:
Sheng Wang's hands trembled and he almost pressed send. He hurriedly deleted the lost content and went back to it.
Canned: ? ?
The next second, Jiang Tian threw a screenshot over. He took a screenshot of the chat box from his perspective, with "The other party is typing..." on the top.
Jiang Tian: It's been a long time, and it's not over yet
Sheng Wang felt a "grass" in his heart, inexplicably feeling embarrassed that his mind was being glimpsed. But since the other party has found out, he will not be shy, anyway, the number of times he has been embarrassed in front of Jiang Tian is simply countless.
The eldest young master closed his eyes and kicked his legs, and decided to get straight to the point.
Canned: what time are you going to sleep
At the end of his sentence, there is a little man kneeling and crying, and the meaning is very obvious.
This time, it was Jiang Tian's turn "in typing", and after a while, the chat box jumped.
Jiang Tian: How many have you left
Canned: A Collection of Mistakes…
Jiang Tian: Which one
Canned: Chemical.
Jiang Tian: Did you lock the door