Let’s Go, Wheat

Chapter 116: 119 review

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Back to school, every student in No. 1 Middle School was greeted with a enthusiastic review and examination.

It was already in the heat, and the students put on summer uniforms early. Girls are draped in skirts wherever they go, while boys are more inclined to class uniform sportswear. Loose sports shorts are comfortable and refreshing. Put on big sports shoes. At the end of each class, you will hug your sports tools and rush to the playground.

The sunshine of June hits every youthful and sweaty face, making the latent wheat, who has little literary vocabulary in his mind, think of the dragon and tiger leaping and full of vitality. Everything in front of her was so beautiful that she couldn't help but stretch out her arms to embrace the sun, even though the noon sun was so hot that she stomped her violently.

Like all classes, the title sea tactics of the second grade (10) class have been played dimly. The teachers showed their magical powers and started a new round of self-study class competition. Everyone left homework to the death. There is no more than more. After a few days, the battle achievements were remarkable, and tall fortresses were piled up on every student's desk. Moreover, some people seem to have a sense of taste, and they are showing signs of worsening.

On Wednesday morning, the physics teacher entered the classroom with a lot of self-test rolls in his arms, and opened his loud voice and said: "People do not spray oil without pressure, and the well is light and fluttering without pressure. I am for your good, and I will give you a little more pressure. what… "

The sentence "I am for your good" made the class (10) suddenly unable to resist and dare not complain, and secretly prayed that God had better send a stepmother teacher.

On Wednesday afternoon, the charming and talented young Chinese teacher Piping Tingting came in. Not to mention, there are two tall boys behind her, each holding a one-meter-high snow-white test paper. Seeing the students who were flattered and whose mouths were open enough to fit the whole egg, the Chinese teacher who admired Lu Xun smiled softly: "I know that you are very hard and have a lot of homework to complete. But didn't the ancestors say it? Time is like Sponge, there is always a squeeze. Since you are going to stay up late, you might as well stay for a few more minutes. During the rest, by the way, I have completed my second-year Chinese final exam papers in the nine counties of Huayang City in the past three years."

God, if the 27 test papers are considered "by the way", please don't come to us specially for the elderly. Pray for the failure of the second grade (10) classmates who dare to be angry but dare not speak, the so-called not to hit the smiley people, other Chinese teachers are so gentle and considerate of everyone's hard work, if you protest again, it will be too unsatisfactory.

Watching the Chinese teacher leave with sly eyes with satisfaction, everyone called out to be fooled, regretting that they shouldn't be reluctant to accept these hot potatoes that would cause N nights of sleep deprivation.

"It's happy to get married into the bridal chamber, but it is definitely a tragedy to be forced to push N hens into the bridal chamber. The students said, right?" Shen Zhou finally couldn't help standing up and shouting.

"Yes." Everyone responded in unison.

Today's classmates feel that they have been forced by the feudal evil forces to marry a hen. Just as everyone was complaining and needed a punching bag, a teacher with a lack of roots ran into the door.

"Congratulations, classmates. I have chosen the lights and night battles these days, and I have summed up 20 "English" review points for you. Now, in the final exam, we will definitely be able to beat the foreign language school and win the whole county..."

Five minutes before the end of the evening self-study get out of class, Gu Yawei rushed in with excitement, completely breaking the students' beautiful fantasy of "nothing but three". It's a pity that he came too late, and all other deceptive tricks such as earnest words, politeness, tenderness and consideration have been used by other teachers, and no one will be fooled anymore.

It was still Shen Zhou who jumped out first: "Classmates, Mr. Gu takes a leisurely drive to accompany his mother to go shopping during get off work hours. We will never mind, do we?"

"Yes." Again, he said in unison.

Gu Yawei on the podium was dumbfounded. These smelly children are really dogs biting Lu Dongbin, and they don't know good people. I'm all for whom I've worked so hard for. If you fail to make a plan, then change the plan; if you don't eat good wine, you just wait to eat the fine wine. So, leaning on the podium, he said slowly and neatly: "I am happy to take back these review materials. The condition is that you go and take back the top ten in the county for me."

The threat, the threat of Chi Guoguo, everyone knows that this is impossible. You are all idiots when you are a foreign language school. That Ji Jinping and Lin Wei weren't vegetarians, even Shen Zhou wanted to fight with them.

But it's really wrong to be slaughtered so obediently, so complaints one after another: "A lot, 10 chemistry, 15 physics, 27 Chinese..."

"That's right, I fought until 2 o'clock in the morning last night." Saying such a sick sentence is really forced by your teacher.

"I didn't go to bed until 1 o'clock. Will these teachers discuss and fix us..."...

The pot was smashed in the classroom, and the unprecedented noise caused the teachers in the office to look over here frequently.

Gu Yawei looked around the classroom and laughed sullenly. People's grievances are boiling, and if there is no suppression, the monkeys will rise up again. Estimating that a soft landing would not work, so in response to the popular sentiment, he issued a blank sheet of eighty open paper: "Everyone is a civilized person, don't chatter like Xianglin's wife in the countryside. If you have any comments, please mention it on the paper. Our teacher must It will be considered as appropriate. But... If any student makes such a discordant sound again, Xiao—first—show—the public."

Sure enough, all the mice in the classroom were stubborn and nasty white mice. They glanced over with a sad look, their fists clenched tightly, but they dared not speak. The bad mood was over, so reason returned. The classroom was once again quiet like a desolate and sad castle in the Middle Ages, and the pages of paper were flying, and the rustling of pens and snakes sounded.

"Hey, why didn't you complain to the teacher just now?" Nan Weiwei stabbed at the same table as Gu, who was silently doing the question.

"Is it useful to complain?" Qianmai asked indifferently, it would be better to do a few more questions at that time. When you go home, you can put on the lights and fight till the wee hours, but our bedroom will turn off the lights on time at ten o'clock.

Liu Feipeng also asked his deaf tablemate the same question, but the answer was a blank eye: "Although they are overwhelmingly sending out, you can do it yourself."

After a short vent, the class (10) again drove up the motor and ate away at the textbook test papers day after day. After the tall desk fortress, everyone looked up, and even lowered their heads. Until the end of school bell rang on the weekend, everyone was like a mountain bird returning to the forest, packing up their schoolbags and flew out of the cage.

The people in the classroom have already walked around seven or eight, but Peng Chen was still sitting in his position and fascinated. Quite boringly, he was betting with himself whether Hidden Wheat would make the last regular collision of the week.

Since the semester entered the review stage, the person in the front seat has climbed the stairs more vigorously. Every day, he whispers and pants six in and six out. Every time he bumps into his desk, he shakes his writing every time. In addition, she has one more action, that is, she likes to hit the back of the chair. It seems that every time she finishes a difficult problem, she leaned back in her chair happily, clenched her small fist and muttered, "Yaxi, killed another problem."

As a result, he didn't understand what she was talking about, "Yaxi", but the workbooks turned in frequently appeared crooked curves.

Every night the bell for the end of self-study rang, she would leaned heavily on the back of the chair, rubbing her snow-white pink neck and muttering to herself: "Another day has passed, how can time pass so fast?"

So he made a bet with himself that if she does this every day of the week, then this will become a habitual action, and he needs to remind her to pay attention. If this is not the case every day, then this is just an occasional intermittent action, and I will bear it myself, hoping that she will return to normal soon.

As soon as the bell rang after school, he immediately stopped writing, preparing for her last collision of the week. With this last collision, the evidence is conclusive, and her actions can be directly defined as habit. It's a pity that he waited and waited, but this little white rabbit didn't follow his intentions, and was still obediently foreshadowing.

Thinking of this, staring at the thin back in front, Peng Chen couldn't help but shook his head and laughed. He was really bored. Is he like the old man in the joke, like a frightened bird, waiting for the "plop" of the second shoe at all times

"What do you want? Hurry up! Today AC Milan VS Manchester United. I went home and finished dinner, just in time for the live broadcast."

When he turned his head, he saw that it was Shen Zhou, and Peng Chen hurriedly collected his textbooks and left the classroom. It wasn't until the two of them rode out of the school to part ways, and they suddenly remembered that they had just left in a hurry, and the radio and PSP that they had to use every day were left in the classroom. So, the front of the car turned around and hurried back. But seeing that there was only Qian Mai in the huge classroom, he pursed his lips, frowned, and sat in the same position as he had just maintained.

Naturally, Peng Chen reached for the light switch.

Seven or eight lights turned on, and the classroom suddenly became bright. Qian Mai looked up quickly, and saw Peng Chen standing at the door, with a pair of clear eyes staring at him non-stop.

"Didn't you go?"

"Don't you go home?" Peng Chen pointed to the darkening sky and said, "It's getting dark soon."

"Oh, I got stuck with a question."

"Let me see." Peng Chen walked over and sat down in Nan Weiwei's place. Since Xiaoshanjian came back, the relationship between F3 and the original (7) class of three people has gotten closer, and sometimes they talked and laughed together to discuss homework.

"You did it very fast, I haven't done this one yet." Peng Chen took the math test paper and quickly looked at the question, then pulled the draft of Qianmai to review it, and then frowned: "Solve the problem. The idea is completely correct."

"But the area can never be negative, right?"

Peng Chen stayed silent, grabbed the pen and wrote the calculations on the draft. Unlike Qianmai’s delicate and well-proportioned digital number, his digital symbol Fangzheng Qianjin can penetrate through the back of the paper.

"Maybe something went wrong. I will go back and think about it, and I will tell you on Monday." Peng Chen raised his head and looked out the window, clarified that there are already stars in the sky: "I haven't eaten yet? I just saw the light in the cafeteria turned off several times. That's it."

"You go back first, be careful on the road. I finish this test paper before leaving." After saying that, Qianmai immersed himself in the question again.

Hearing this, Peng Chen got up and took the radio and PSP and left the classroom. But soon, he folded back again, put down a bag in a hurry, and left without saying a word.

Everything was so fast that there was no time for Qian Mai to ask questions. When I opened it, it turned out to be "Xin Peng Ji"'s preserved egg and lean meat porridge and crystal shrimp dumplings. The red, white and verdant Cantonese snacks are packed in finely carved white porcelain lunch boxes, which resemble the advertisements of the gourmet version, with bright colors and fragrant smells, which make the population overflow.

Hey, does he think he has no food to eat? It was late, and the cafeteria might also be closed, but there was a big watermelon weighing eight catties in his bedroom. In the past few days, the weather has been uncomfortably hot, and there are so many people in the cafeteria. The various odors that evaporate have covered the food with a thick layer of nausea, and I lost my appetite when I saw it, so I sometimes substitute fruits for meals.

Now that I bought it, eat it first. Latent wheat unceremoniously twisted a crystal-clear crystal shrimp dumpling and put it in the mouth. The skin was smooth and tender, full of flavor, and the stomach was immediately full of appetite. At this moment, if Peng Chen was there, she would definitely tell him that shrimp dumplings were indeed much better than watermelon. Hey, it's a pity that he is not here. Immediately afterwards, Latent Wheat did not do the test papers. The delicious food is now, so naturally you need to fill your stomach while it is hot.

In the next two days, apart from the intensive training of the interest group, I will do all kinds of review papers.

After finally making it to Monday, Qianmai thanked Peng Chen. At the same time, Peng Chen also told her that after the teacher's confirmation, there was indeed an error in the question data.

At the same time, Gu Yawei in the teacher's office next door received a submission from the study committee, which contained a lot of anonymous complaints:

"Teachers have been racing against time to drag the classroom lately. They almost reluctantly left the classroom when they were about to go to class. Poor me, every time I just hurried back to the bathroom door, I was depressed..."

"Can you do more physical activities? It doesn't matter if the self-study class is robbed, but can you miss the physical education class?"

"Can the teachers wear clothes that are always black, white and gray? You can try other styles and colors. Maybe you will still be pretty when you dress up."

"Can the focus be more precise? The day before yesterday was almost a full-area net..."

Among them, there is an opinion that is impressive: "It is okay to send out more information on the test paper, but you can never make a mistake in the test question, right? That is a great harm, it will cause people to be hungry and eat, and it will cause people to rack their brains, insomnia and entanglement until dawn. ."

Gu Yawei couldn't laugh or cry, touched his chin, smacked his lips and said: "A group of girls, I'll be polite to them, they are serious, they actually wrote so many complaints like Lin's wife..." (to be finished Continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)