No matter which school or whoever is responsible for this matter, it should not be a trivial matter, enough to attract the attention of the majority of people who eat melons and the teachers of the Academic Affairs Office.
However, the parties themselves said nothing.
Dragging the casted leg, he slenderly walked towards the Academic Affairs Office, with a cold expression, without saying a word.
So Liu Deqing didn't know what to say.
I'm going to scold him, I just recited it, and found that not only can I recite the texts in the first year of high school, but I can also recite the required texts in the second year of high school, not missing the one or two lines of ancient poems at all.
To call this cheating would be too insulting to the public's IQ, and it would be impossible to convince the public.
But let's say someone was framed, the matter was investigated, and it became a big mess, and the nature was worse than cheating, so he couldn't die, and the most suspected person was his own nephew.
After going back and forth, this matter became difficult for Liu Deqing.
Fortunately, the child Song Yan seems to be a reasonable child, he will not cry, make trouble, and hang himself with a rope, and comfort him, maybe there is hope to suppress the matter.
So even if the other party blatantly put the mobile phone into the pocket of the school uniform in front of him, he has the right to pretend that he didn't see it, and just said: "The teachers have also investigated this matter clearly. It is indeed just a misunderstanding. I will send a notice to the whole school to explain and clarify later. ,is that OK?"
Song Yan replied, "Okay."
Then there is no more.
He didn't accuse Liu Yue of intentionally framed him, and he didn't complain about his test scores. On the contrary, Liu Deqing felt a little uneasy: "You...you don't have anything else to say?"
"No more. Just confirm that this matter is Liu Yue's problem."
Liu Deqing immediately slapped the table: "That must be Liu Yue's problem! Later, I will give him a warning and punish him, and I will also report criticism at the flag-raising ceremony. In the future, we must resolutely stop this kind of bad behavior that randomly disrupts the order of the examination room!"
Disturbing the order of the examination room sounds better than framing a classmate to cheat.
"Thank you, Director Liu." Song Yan said with some sarcasm.
Liu Deqing didn't hear it at all, and waved his hand: "What's the hard work, you are too sensible, you don't know how to cry when you are wronged."
As he spoke, he picked up the glass and took a sip of tea, poohing off the foam from the tea leaves: "But don't worry, the teachers will definitely give you an explanation on this matter, and you can just take the next test at ease, do you hear me?"
"Well. But..."
As soon as the word "but" came out, Liu Deqing's heart suddenly rose.
"However, I made a bet with Liu Yue about this exam. Some jokes may go too far. I hope Director Liu will not blame Liu Yue."
Song Yan spoke calmly, like a good student who understands things well.
So much so that after he finished speaking, Liu Deqing, who was still on tenterhooks just now, immediately felt at ease physically and mentally.
Hey, kids, young and energetic, it's normal to bet.
"What's the matter? The teacher is not old fashioned, so he can still scold you for this kind of thing? Don't worry, it's time to play, just don't disturb the class and study." Liu Deqing acted extraordinarily reasonable.
Song Yan also felt that it was almost done: "If there is nothing else, I want to go back to review first, and I have to take the math test in the afternoon."
"Go, go, the teacher won't waste your time, come on for the exam in the afternoon, the teacher believes in you."
His tone was as enthusiastic as if Song Yan was his own nephew.
As for his real nephew who was waiting outside the Academic Affairs Office, there was only a roar of hatred: "Liu Yue! Get out of here!"
The real and fake nephews passed by the narrow door of the Academic Affairs Office.
Liu Yue didn't know anything about what exactly happened, so he gave Song Yan an arrogant and mocking look.
Song Yan didn't even bother to talk to him, after all, he couldn't see people dying in his world, so he just lowered his head and uploaded the recording on his phone to the cloud.
If he hastily argued about this matter, he would not be able to make a name for himself.
After all, Liu Yue is not stupid, and the handwriting in the cheat sheet is definitely not his own. After checking, there is a high probability that it will be a stupid lawsuit in the end.
Moreover, Liu Yue had Liu Deqing's support, but he didn't protect his parents, so instead of making trouble for himself and not necessarily getting it right, it's better to use his own way to make Liu Yue lose even more ugly.
After all, it is just a preliminary test that is not included in the usual grades. It does not affect independent enrollment or overseas files. If there is any use, it is probably used to prove the variability of the world.
As for whether Song Yan is the "participant", it's hard to say, anyway, Liu Yue must be the "bad".
No one knows what Liu Deqing and Liu Yue said.
Regarding Liu Yue's report on Song Yan's cheating, there was no news other than a notice stating that the matter was purely a misunderstanding.
Rumors are surging secretly, taking advantage of the last sliver of heat to swell and ferment in places that are visible to everyone but unknown to everyone.
Song Yan was not affected at all, and because the last big question in mathematics and physics had stepped on the question type, he felt that the exam was relatively easy, so that he didn't fit in with the cemetery-like atmosphere of the entire second grade.
In Xia Zhiye's words, a beam of Anduin's holy light was stuck among a group of disillusioned zombies, and there was nothing but ridicule.
When he said this, the little chubby at the front desk was already in a hurry: "Brother Ye, you still have the heart to play Hearthstone, didn't you see how my brother is being ridiculed?"
At this moment, it was just dawn, and the morning reading hadn't started yet, and his brother Yan was lying on the table to catch up on sleep.
With one hand on the table and the other covering the back of his head, when he heard the voice, his thin and white knuckles curled up irritably, and his short black hair protruded from between his fingers, showing sleepiness and impatience visible to the naked eye.
Xia Zhiye glanced at him: "If you speak louder, your brother can drag you into the morgue directly, don't you believe it?"
Believe it.
Fatty tactfully turned into an air voice: "Did he - last - night - go - steal - cattle -?"
Xia Zhiye looked at him calmly: "Being quiet doesn't mean you want to talk like a hanged ghost, understand?"
"Oh." Xiaopang accepted it cowardly, "But seriously, why is he so sleepy every day? What are you doing in the dormitory at night?"
This question sounds pretty lively.
But Xia Zhiye didn't know the answer either.
Although they didn't say they went to bed early every night, they definitely turned off the lights before twelve o'clock. As for what Song Yan did after the lights were turned off, he didn't know, and he didn't hear any strange movements anyway.
It's just that when I woke up at night, Song Yan seemed to be lying on the bed in a daze. It looked a bit like... insomnia
It's the age when you don't get enough sleep, how can you suffer from insomnia
Xia Zhiye subconsciously tapped the table twice with his fingertips.
Xiaopang on the other end is obviously more concerned about another matter: "Let's forget about this. The important thing is that the score will be issued today. What can Brother Yan do?"
Xia Zhiye: "What should I do?"
"It's a bet." Xiaopang transferred the phone to Xia Zhiye, "Look, the whole No. 3 Middle School is waiting to see a joke."
Another post.
Xia Zhiye doesn't know why this group of people are interested in this kind of thing, is it because the game is no longer fun or the American drama is not good to watch, a group of people who look down and don't look up have to put on a vest in this kind of place to force them to gossip, what's the point .
If you have the ability and have something to say, just say it face to face.
However, when I saw the word "Song Yan" shining brightly on the title, I couldn't help but click in.
It was still talking about Song Yan and Liu Yue's mess.
[Main building]: Extraordinary extra! The exam papers have been corrected! The grade groups are being divided! Results should be out today! Does anyone have a final press on who loses and who wins!
[1L]: Is it still necessary? Didn't Song Yan lose a class score because of cheating
[2L]: The upstairs made it clear that Song Yan did not cheat, but was "framed by Liu Yue for cheating", OK? The Academic Affairs Office has issued a notice to clarify.
[5L]: Hehe, what do you believe in what the Academic Affairs Office says? How does that cheat sheet explain
[6L]: Liu Yue is the nephew of the director of the Academic Affairs Office, and you said that the Academic Affairs Office is helping Song Yan? Are you kidding me
[11L]: Are you kidding me? If Song Yan really didn't cheat and even found out the cheat sheet, how could the person who reported it be fine
[12L]: Come on, one has imperial power, the other is rich, we proletarians are arguing here, I only care about whether I can keep the five packs of spicy strips I won.
[13L]: It must be impossible to keep it. The proctors in the next few exams are extremely strict. Even if Song Yan is killed, he will not be able to cheat.
[15L]: What are you talking about? It means that if I don't cheat, I can't beat Liu Yue's tricks, right
[17L]: One bite at a time, you hate brother, who are you? Song Yan's dog? I'll just say it straight, Song Yan is still arguing for his lack of a Chinese score, why not just surrender and lose half of it, just don't be a grandson and a son.
…
Liu Yue is not good at anything else, but he is very good at forming cliques.
A group of old men were as broken-mouthed as a group of toothless old ladies. Normally, Xia Zhiye didn't even have the interest to take a second look.
But this time it was his deskmate who was mouthed.
He serves people back and forth inside and out every day, and there is no reason to be popular outside.
Xia Zhiye tapped his fingertips unhurriedly next to those non-human IDs, then glanced at the time, 7:18.
There are still twelve minutes until the flag-raising ceremony.
Enough for him, a leading figure in the literary world, to play temporarily.
But this time, should we go to the school of desiring to promote first, or to go to the school of desiring to suppress first
The literary master is stuck in a creative bottleneck.
Immediately afterwards, a "ding dong" sound was heard, and a banner popped up above the phone.
[Nanwu No. 3 Middle School Home-School Link: The results of the annual entrance examination in the second half of 2020 are as follows... ]
Nanwu No. 3 Middle School’s Home-School Link is shared by the school, parents, and students. The results of each test will be broadcast immediately to ensure that every student who fails in the test will not miss the opportunity to be beaten by their parents. This sound is like hearing a death bell.
But today it has a different meaning.
"Hasty! The grades are out! What to do! I'm only five hundred and fifty, I'm done, I'm gone, woo woo woo woo." The chubby in front took his phone back and cried with his head in his arms.
The classroom was filled with mourning, and after mourning, they stretched out their tentacles to eat melons: "Brother Yue, how did you do in the exam?"
"It's not bad, more than five hundred points."
Liu Yue's sentence is okay, he just said that he is generally the third in the world.
The people who eat melons are also impatient: "You said it as if you didn't say it. Five hundred and one and five hundred and ninety-nine are more than five hundred. How much is it?"
After talking, everyone put their heads together.
Then I saw a row of transcripts shining brightly on the screen of the phone.
[Name]: Liu Yue
[Score]: Chinese: 101, Mathematics: 125, English: 119, Science Comprehensive: 219, total score: 564
[Class Rank]: 22 (↑5)
[Grade Ranking]: 190 (↑62)
[Ranking of five schools]: 2891
[Refer to a batch of simulated undergraduate scores]: 546
"Okay, brother Yue, 564, the last line."
"That's right, brother Yue is safe, and my milk tea is safe."
"You haven't seen whose score, how do you know Brother Yue is stable?"
"Nonsense, whoever lacks a language, if you can still win, why don't you just knock on the door of the Admissions Office of Tsinghua University and Peking University."
"That's true, but who of you should ask..."
Talking all over the place, chattering endlessly, as if falling into a duck farm.
Song Yanyan scratched his hair a few times, propped himself up on the table, and then leaned back on the chair as if he lost his strength.
The two long legs are propped up like soulless, the phoenix eyes are half drooping, the brows are slightly frowned, and there is an air of "those who disturb my sleep will be killed".
The person who was eager to try and ask for his grades just now was instantly discouraged. With such an aura like the king of Hades, who the hell would dare to go up and make a taboo.
Naturally there is only one other Hades.
Xia Zhiye pushed the cool boiled water over: "The results are out."
"En." Song Yan replied listlessly.
He took the cup, took a sip of water slowly, and took out the phone from the belly of the table by the way.
The moment the screen was touched, everyone in the classroom stared straight at Song Yan, feeling as if they wished to put their eyeballs directly on his face, for fear of missing even a millisecond of micro-expressions.
However, Song Yan showed no expression.
There was no expression from beginning to end.
He took out the phone, unlocked the screen, glanced at it, then turned off the phone, stuffed it back on the table, and left it intact.
She didn't even shake her eyelashes the whole time.
Everyone: "..."
This is the fucking facial nerve necrosis.
Only Fatty, who was fairly familiar with him, dared to tremble and asked, "Brother Yan... how did you do in the exam?"
Song Yan: "General."
Liu Yue breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Yan: "Just over five hundred points."
Liu Yue's anger got stuck again.
Not to mention Liu Yue, the whole classroom except Song Yan and Xia Zhiye opened their eyes in disbelief.
Some math is not good, I have already broken the fingers of myself and my tablemate and started to count. After a long time of calculation, the unbelievable has turned into an indescribable fear.
"Fuck, you can get more than 500 points if you don't have a score in Chinese?! Then you can't go to heaven if you have a score?!"
Song Yan had no interest in going to heaven, but looked at Xia Zhiye lazily: "Did you bring mints?"
"Bring it." Xia Zhiye peeled one off.
Song Yan took it, threw it into his mouth, and remained silent.
Everyone: "..."
Is now the fucking time for sugar? !
And what kind of candy does a macho eat!
score! score!
Everyone was very anxious.
Xiaopang had no choice but to muster up his guts again, and with the mentality of accepting Ling Chi, he asked tremblingly: "Then what, brother Yan, how much do you do math?"
"148."
"..."
"What about English?"
"146."
"..."
"Li, what about Li Zong?"
"2… "
Everyone held their breath, not even daring to breathe.
Now Song Yan's two subjects add up to 294. As long as the total score exceeds 270, the total score will surpass Liu Yue.
That would be so fucking awesome.
Sitting right in front of Song Yanxie, Liu Yue looked immobile on the surface, but in fact he was already tightly gripping the pen in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were violently bulging.
Originally, he thought that Song Yan was just a rich second generation with poor grades, but he didn't expect Song Yan's grades to be so good.
Many people thought it was strange that he reported Song Yan's cheating. In this case, Song Yan's total score is higher than him, which is tantamount to indirectly substantiating his claim that he deliberately framed him.
After all, how hard would a person with such good grades have to think about cheating
At that time, I will lose face and face completely, and those fools on the wall may push him to the ground and step on him.
So Song Yan absolutely cannot win.
And how can it be so simple if it is above 270? In one grade, no, how many students with a score of 270 or above can be produced in the joint entrance examination of the five schools? Why did Song Yan transfer to No. 3 Middle School if he had this ability
Thinking of this, Liu Yue clenched the pen even tighter, his fingernails dug into his palm, and he didn't even feel pain when he pinched the blood mark.
I just kept chanting that it's impossible to be over 270, it's impossible to be over 270, it's impossible to be 2...
"2."
Respiratory arrest.
"7."
Heartbeat missed.
"1."
boom-
The moment the three plain and meaningless numbers fell on Liu Yue's eardrums through the congealed and tense air, it seemed that the whole world collapsed along with his vanity and self-esteem.