The students in class four thought that Chen Zhibang was going to die this time, but no one dared to rush out and tell the teacher. At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind Lou Xuan: "Don't hit people in school."
Ding Xuerun was not frightened like the others, he looked normal, walked over and grabbed Lou Xuan's arm, and pulled him away.
Lou Xuan was unwilling, and shouted: "Why didn't you hit him? He committed a crime of his own accord and asked for it!"
Ding Xuerun gently touched his back, as if smoothing his hair, and said, "You will be punished, you want to write a review?"
"Write it, write it, I'll beat him too," Lou Xuan struggled a bit, but didn't use any strength so he didn't break free, shouting, "Let go of me, don't drag me, I'm going to beat this bitch to death !"
The scene was a bit out of control for a while, and the nearby students couldn't help avoiding it, fearing that it would affect themselves.
Some students couldn't help but kindly remind Chen Zhibang: "School Committee, why don't you run away first..."
Chen Zhibang didn't seem to hear it, and sat without moving.
Ding Xuerun himself was hurt by school violence because his father was a school teacher. So he hates campus violence very much, even if Chen Zhibang should learn a little lesson, it shouldn't be like this.
Seeing that Lou Xuan didn't listen, Ding Xuerun's hand that was holding his arm went down and grabbed his palm.
Lou Xuan was taken aback for a moment, his hands were sweating.
Ding Xuerun shook his head at him, and scratched his palm twice with his fingers, "Don't cause trouble."
Lou Xuan groaned in her heart, and was dragged away by him in such a daze.
The students in class four saw that Lou Xuan, who was furious just now, suddenly became quiet, and was dragged away by the owner like a pet dog.
"Ding Xuerun really has a way..."
"...So being a student god can subdue school bullies?"
Although Ding Xuerun only ranked sixth in this exam, he scored full marks in almost all the subjects except for the missing exams, which made people admire. The students of No. 6 Middle School don't accept anything, they only admire the bully with good grades, whoever has good grades, they will approve of them.
As soon as he got back to his seat, Ding Xuerun let go, and Lou Xuan was inexplicably disappointed, and wanted to say that Xiao Ding would hold on for a while, don't you feel a little cold.
The preparation bell rang, and the Chinese class representative carried a stack of materials and followed the Chinese teacher into the classroom.
As soon as Teacher Ba, who teaches Chinese, came in, she smelled the unusual atmosphere in the classroom. She saw the fallen desk and books all over the floor, and said loudly, "What happened? Who bullied the classmates?"
The appearance of Chen Zhibang sitting with his schoolbag in his arms really looked like he was being bullied.
Lou Xuan was about to raise his hand and say, "I'm bullying so much, I don't bully him because he's ugly." But Ding Xuerun who was beside him covered his mouth.
Ding Xuerun's palms were wet and slightly slippery.
And it's still delicious! Lou Xuan knew that Ding Xuerun usually loves beauty to death, not to mention facial cleanser, but also hand cream! ! !
Lou Xuan thought that only girls would do this.
When Ding Xuerun covered Lou Xuan's mouth, Chen Zhibang responded aloud: "I accidentally knocked it down." He squatted down to clean up the mess in front of him.
Only then did Lou Xuan stop, and snorted disdainfully, because his mouth was covered, so he could only make a murmur if he wanted to speak.
Ding Xuerun let him go.
Lou Xuan's face turned a little red from his covering, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Ding, why are your hands wet?"
Ding Xuerun glanced at him: "Your sweat."
"... Oh." Lou Xuan secretly felt that his hands were sweating a lot, he took a piece of paper and wiped it off habitually, then stopped, then pretended to blow his nose and sniffed it.
Oh, it's the smell of Xiaoding's hand cream.
I don't know what brand of hand cream Ding Xuerun bought, but there is a light milky smell lingering on the tip of Lou Xuan's nose.
The Chinese teacher passed down a few sheets of paper from the first row.
When it was sent to Lou Xun, Lou Xun refused and said, "No, I don't want the papers, they are all in the drawer, and I can't fit them in."
"Let's comment on the composition in this class. I haven't talked about the composition last time. What I just sent out is the full-score model essay for this exam. One is from our school, and the other is written by students from No. 20 Middle School."
No. 20 High School is a liberal arts school, and No. 6 High School is the double pride of arts and sciences in D City.
"Aren't these three sheets, teacher? Who wrote the other one?"
Teacher Ba lightly said: "Oh, it was written by my classmates."
"Wow, someone in our class has a perfect score in composition?"
"Which one was written by our classmates?"
Teacher Ba said: "The one with the most beautiful writing belongs to classmate Ding Xuerun."
Lou Xuan immediately raised his head.
There are three composition papers, one of which is very prominent, and the line writing is very standard.
"Hey," some students were surprised, "but Ding Xuerun missed the Chinese exam..."
"I asked him to write it afterwards, and I showed it to all the teachers in the grade. After summarizing their opinions, they all thought that it was a standard model essay with a lot to learn, so I printed it and distributed it to the whole school."
As soon as the words fell, the awe in the eyes of the students in class four looked at Ding Xuerun became deeper.
"The words are beautiful..."
"Literature is also good..."
"Is there anything else he can't...?"
There seemed to be a halo around him.
Lou Xuan hurriedly poked the back of the classmate in front of him with a pen: "Hey, hey, where's mine? Why didn't you send me the composition paper?"
The classmate in front was speechless: "I just gave it to you, you are not..."
"Stop talking nonsense," Lou Xuan interrupted him, "Hurry up, give me a set."
"Xiao Ding, which one did you write?" Lou Xuan flipped through the three composition papers, and quickly found Ding Xuerun's one. He knew Ding Xuerun's writing.
For the first time, he began to read the composition seriously, and even read it in a low voice. In fact, he didn't quite understand it, but he could tell that Ding Xuerun was an educated person. There were many ancient poems and words in the composition, as well as many words that he didn't know and didn't understand the meaning of.
Lou Xuan was slow to read the book. After reading it for a long time, she finished it patiently, and finally boasted: "It's so well written!"
"Your handwriting is also good-looking, and your literary talent is also good." After speaking, he picked up the other two compositions, and after reading a line, he couldn't read it anymore: "The handwriting is so ugly, what the hell is it written?"
"Xiao Ding, you still write better."
His rainbow farts made Ding Xuerun laugh: "Speak softly."
"...Oh." Lou Xuan immediately shut up angrily when he thought that he had good grades and had to study. He was lying on the table, and next to his ears was the voice of the Chinese teacher commenting, talking about genre or something.
He goes in one ear and out the other.
The mobile phone in his pocket rang, and Lou Xuan took out the mobile phone a little bored, but saw that the message was sent by Ding Xuerun next to him.
"If you want to talk, let's send a message, don't say it out loud, the teacher will notice you."
Lou Xuan's heart warmed, and she turned to look at him. Ding Xuerun seemed to be listening very seriously, holding a pen in his hand, with his head down, and a pair of ugly black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, but his eyes were focused, and he couldn't tell that he was deserting at all.
"Will it affect you if I send you a message?"
Lou Xuan poked his waist, motioning him to read the news.
Ding Xuerun replied quickly: "No."
On the day after school was over on Saturday afternoon, the head teacher came in and said about the scholarship: "It's a pity that our class didn't get into the top ten students in the province."
"But the school still prepared a bonus for the top ten students in the school. The first place will be awarded 1,000 yuan, the second and third places will be awarded 800 yuan, and the rest will be awarded 500 yuan. In the morning." Lao Dou shouted , "Keep going, don't be proud."
"In addition, the school will also give a bonus to students who are particularly outstanding in a single subject."
"The first place in a single subject of each subject is 200 yuan, and our classmate Ding Xuerun won the first place in seven subjects."
"Damn it! This is one thousand fourteen???"
"This is higher than the first prize in the school... I cried with envy, it's a lot of money." One thousand and four, for high school students, it is not a small fortune.
Moreover, the Sixth Middle School originally did not have the practice of giving out the first bonus for a single subject. But during the meeting today, the principal suddenly proposed that these students who are particularly outstanding in a single subject should be given a little bonus, not much, just 200 yuan as an encouragement.
The principal naturally knew that Ding Xuerun had won seven first places, and he proposed this on purpose. He knew Ding Xuerun's parents and knew their family situation.
The leader listened and agreed.
As a result, there were a total of eight subjects, and the single firsts in seven subjects were all in their fourth class.
At that time, Teacher Dou's face was about to burst into laughter, and when he walked out, he said to several colleagues: "A classmate in our class took the first place in all seven subjects."
Teachers in other classes also know that there is such a character in their class.
After class, Ding Xuerun and Yu Mingchen went to the office to receive the bonus. Yu Mingchen talked to this transfer student for the first time. The two chatted a few words about study problems. Yu Mingchen praised him sincerely, saying: "Ding Xuerun, You are really good."
"Thank you, you are also very good." Ding Xuerun sent a text message to Lou Xuan - today Lou Xuan ran away early again.
"I got a bonus, a lot of money, Lou Xuan, are you free tonight, I'll treat you to dinner."
Lou Xuan found a few brothers to stay near the school gate, but he was still angry, so he planned to clean up that bitch Chen Zhibang outside the school. As soon as he received the news, he was immediately happy and said he was free.
Seeing that he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth and lowered his hair to hear the news, the younger brothers couldn't help asking: "Brother Xun, have you made a new girlfriend?"
"What girlfriend, no, I'm at the same table."
"Oh..." The younger brothers lost interest.
"Hey, what expressions do you guys have?" Lou Xuan was upset, "Be respectful, my deskmate is number one in the school!"
"Isn't that the number one in the school... Sun Haoliang... Isn't he from class one... How come you are at the same table?"
"Sun... Sun or something, he's a fart," Lou Xuan didn't know what the first grade was called, he didn't pay attention to academic performance at all, but at the moment, he was very proud, he was already tall, and he raised his chin to speak , "In front of my deskmate, he can only be a grandson, do you understand?"
"My deskmate passed 888. Do you know the concept?"
A younger brother was speechless: "Brother Xuan, Sun Haoliang scored more than a thousand points in the test."
"He's a fart!" Lou Xuan said again, "If my deskmate didn't miss the Chinese test, what would he do? The full score is 1050, right? Minus Chinese is 900 points, my deskmate I got 888 in the test! I only got 12 points deducted!! It’s amazing!!!”
The little brothers were a little shocked when they heard it, and they looked at each other, and they all saw the same look in each other's eyes. They were not surprised by the sky-defying score, but by Lou Xuan's ability to calculate the score for each subject clearly.
"And this," Lou Xuan took out a folded composition paper from the pocket of his school uniform, bragging happily in the ice and snow, "do you all have this? The whole school has a copy of the composition model, full score composition! I agree Write on the table!"
"You illiterates, if you have time, read more books, learn from others, and see how well they write. Fight all day, if you don't learn well." Lou Xuan looked contemptuous.
Brothers: "..."
Looks like you're the biggest illiterate among us.
And today's fight, you still asked us to come.
"I rely on that to be a bit awesome," the younger brother changed the subject abruptly, "Then why did he miss the exam?"
"He...he was bitten by a dog on the morning of the exam." Lou Xuan sighed, "It's all my fault. He came to make me breakfast, but a dog in the neighborhood bit him, so I had to accompany him to get an injection." He never mentioned that he got sick from riding too coquettishly.
"Fuck, Brother Xun, is your deskmate here to cook you breakfast in the morning? Is that good?"
Lou Xuan was so terrified that her eyes almost disappeared from laughter: "Of course it's fine, we're going to be fine!"
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