Yi Lianfan looked at his deskmate with a complicated expression, and didn't speak for a long time.
When the deskmate saw this, a possibility suddenly flashed in his mind, his eyes widened, and he asked, "How much score is Huo Yao from the experimental class?"
"300." Yi Lianfan said slowly.
"...Damn it, 300 points, isn't that a perfect score!" The tablemate was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped under the table.
Although I know that Huo Yao won the first place in the international competition last time, it was not a mathematics competition after all, not to mention that compared with the famous ever-victorious general Cheng Jie from Feiying Middle School, Huo Yao's reputation is indeed much lower.
It's normal for him not to think of it for a while.
"What brand of pervert is Huo Yao from the experimental class? He's actually better than Cheng Jie!" The tablemate couldn't help but sigh again.
No wonder the squad leader just said that Cheng Jie may not be able to get the first place in the country this time, this is a perfect score, who can surpass her
Tied for first can also think about it.
At this time, Yi Lianfan's cell phone vibrated, "My friend wrote me back, I'll see if he mentioned Chengjie's score..."
When Yi Lianfan heard this, his eyes fell on his mobile phone, and Junyi's face was faintly tense, which was stronger than when he checked his own score.
"...Squad leader, my friend said that Chengjie scored 295, and they are ranked first in the city." The deskmate raised his head and held the phone in front of Yi Lianfan for him to see.
Seeing this, Yi Lianfan loosened his slightly curled fingers on the table, but soon he smiled and pressed his eyebrows.
He was so nervous just now, no matter how good Cheng Jie from Feiying Middle School is, can he compare to Boss Huo from one of them
What's more, is it so easy to get full marks? !
"I heard from my math teacher that the right to host the math league every year is determined by ranking. Whichever middle school ranks first in the country, the right to host will belong to that middle school."
The tablemate paused for a moment, then suddenly became a little excited again, "Our S No. 1 Middle School has had a bye for the hosting right for three consecutive years. This year, Mr. Huo won the first place, so we can finally feel proud."
Although Yi Lianfan was not as excited as his tablemate, he also felt a sense of pride in his heart.
This is a credit to the school, and indeed something to be happy about.
"By the way, people from Feiying Middle School are also inquiring about our grades. Do you want to tell the grades of Mr. Huo?" The tablemate looked at the WeChat on the phone and asked Yi Lianfan.
Yi Lianfan tilted his head, "The number one is not something you can't see."
The eyebrows at the same table raised, "That's right, it's time for people from their school to see the strength of our school."
After finishing speaking, the deskmate sent Huo Yao's score to his friend.
The tone displayed by the content of the information is full of arrogance.
However, the conversation between Yi Lianfan and his deskmate reached the ears of Lu Xia who was pretending to read at the next table but had been listening quietly. Her fingers clenched so tightly that she wanted to puncture the pages of the book.
Because she also participated in the mathematics league in the third year of high school in her previous life, she probably still had a little impression of the questions in the league, so she also signed up for it.
These days, she is almost immersed in finding similar league problems to solve, just wanting to prove herself in the league.
So just now when she found out that she got 263 points in the test and ranked 15th in the city, she was still very happy, thinking that she could finally feel proud, but the result...
That Huo Yao actually scored full marks in the test again, came first again, and won honor for the school to win the right to host the next league.
The corner of Lu Xia's lips twitched slightly, feeling a little ironic that she had been immersed in her studies during this period.
Cover your face and roll away, Zhazha continues to write
(end of this chapter)