On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Chapter 125: take an exam

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This is a bit unexpected, but Wen Yan knows how bad Yan Na's grades are, and can make her say "extremely bad", how bad Jin Heng's grades are.

Gee, look away.

Wen Yan squinted at the person involved, but the latter was just standing beside the cement pillar, clutching the shoulder straps of the schoolbag with both hands, lowered his head and said nothing, alone. From his angle, he could only see Jin Heng's jet-black top.

The class bell in Chongming had already rang, and the bad boys who were beating Jiang Shaolong finally stopped. Xu Meng couldn't see Jiang Shaolong's cowardly appearance, and kicked the person to eat shit, and then he was tired of playing, and waved his hand with a smile. :"let's go."

It's like doing something great.

Jiang Shaolong would be stupid if he stayed any longer. He picked up the schoolbag on the ground and scrambled away. Before leaving, he gave Jin Heng a vicious look.

Xu Meng patted the basketball on the ground twice: "Let's go, Brother Yan, it's class."

Wen Yan jumped down from the concrete pillar, light and neat, and made a soft sound when he landed, but he didn't intend to let it go. "You bumped into me just now, you know?"

Jin Heng couldn't say that he hit it on purpose. Following Wen Yan's strength, he raised his head. His facial features, which were always in shadow, suddenly became clear under the scorching sun. .

Yan Na couldn't help but take a second look.

Jin Heng was surrounded by these delinquent teenagers, like a drop of white ink falling into black water. He looked flustered, but it made people feel that his heart was not as flustered as he appeared on the surface, his eyelashes trembled. Yan whispered three words: "I'm sorry."

Then he added: "Thank you..."

When he said this, he looked stupid and a little serious. When Wen Yan heard the last few words, he raised his eyebrows calmly, and the group of delinquent teenagers probably thought it was strange, and they all looked at each other.

The little gangsters on the streets of the city are always full of abuse. When others scold them, they scold others. There is no worst, only worse. It is the first time in my life that I have heard someone thank them.

The air was silent for about two or three seconds.

Wen Yan smiled contemptuously, tilted his head and spit out the smoke from his mouth, just like last time, his voice slapped Jin Heng's face with a crisp sound, his eyes were black and white, and the yin prey was sharp, not like a good stubble: "If I'm sorry, it's fine. already?"

Sorry to be useful, what are they fighting.

Damn, his waist still hurts.

#The last sentence is the key#

A gangster next to him said, "Forget it, Brother Yan, he doesn't look like a rich master, a waste of time."

This said, they seem to be picking people to kidnap for blackmail.

Wen Yan glanced at the bastard: "I want you to pretend to be a good person here?"

The gangster smiled and said, "I'm so kind."

Jin Heng looked at the thin arms and thin legs. He was weak and could not help but bully them. Although they were small gangsters, there were thresholds and requirements for fighting.

Wen Yan was too lazy to find fault, just wanted to scare Jin Heng, Wen Yan let go of the situation, frowned and said one word: "Go away."

Jin Heng stood there and didn't move, as if he didn't react.

Xu Meng patted the basketball and reminded him, "You can go."

Jin Heng still didn't move.

Wen Yan was about to go to school, but when he saw this, he lifted his eyelids, thinking that this person might be a fool, or maybe he was deaf. He was about to say something when Jin Heng suddenly walked up to him and lowered his voice. He said seriously, "I can follow you."

In other words, I want to follow you...

Jin Heng's figure is tall and thin, like a poplar tree. When standing in front of Wen Yan against the light, a large shadow is cast.

Wen Yan unconsciously took a step back, because he found that Jin Heng was actually taller than him: "..."

It's so fucking annoying.

Wen Yan squinted and looked at Jin Heng's height calmly: "Follow me? What are you doing?"

This is just a place where bad gangsters get together and fight. Did he think it was Liangshan heroes who gathered to revolt and recruited younger brothers

Jin Heng grabbed the shoulder strap of the schoolbag, and the school uniform was clean. This action made him look like a very good student. He pursed his lips and said, "I will do whatever you ask me to do."

Wen Yan sneered, it was the most annoying to hear such words, because he let Jin Heng die, Jin Heng would definitely not go, he put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall casually: "You better not say such words. , because if I take it seriously, and you don't do it, you will die miserably."

After speaking, he sneered, turned around and walked into the school, and the delinquent teenagers followed him in twos and threes, and the place where the crowd gathered just now was instantly empty.

Security closed the school gate.

Jin Heng stood there, thinking about what Wen Yan said just now, and rubbed the corner of his lips with his white fingertips.

Die badly

But Wen Yan was much worse than him in his previous life.

Jin Heng smiled, looking a little strange, seeing their backs drifting away, after a while, turned around and left, after all, they still have to go to school.

It was about to go to the third grade, and the time was so urgent. Basically, all the auxiliary courses were filled. When the head teacher, Mr. Yang, walked into the classroom with the papers, the students complained and sighed in unison.

Teacher Yang frowned and knocked on the table with a pointer. Although she is the head teacher of Class 6, she also teaches English in Class 2. The difference between the two classes is too big: "Yesterday you took the same test as Class 2. However, the overall score of the top three is about 30 points, so today I asked your physical education teacher to ask for a lesson and talk about the key questions."

The grades before and after the sixth class have been very stable. What are the results before and after? There are always only those few people who are in the top three, and only those few people are always at the bottom of the crane. Only those who are in the middle of the ranking will occasionally fluctuate some rankings, but they are completely negligible.

The grades in Class 6 were too poor, and there were too many things yesterday, so Mr. Yang didn't correct all the papers, she only picked out a few good grades to make corrections, and posted the rest: "I put the answers on the screen. On the blackboard, peers at the same table critique each other, circle the key wrong questions, and set them on the set of wrong questions.”

After she finished speaking, she handed the test paper to the study committee and distributed it. She looked around the classroom and frowned when she saw a few vacancies in the back: "Who didn't come today?"

As the monitor, Tang Guo was in charge of ordering. Hearing this, he hesitated to get up from his seat and said, "Mr. Yang, Jiang Shaolong, Yan Na, Jiang Binbin didn't come, and... and Jin Heng."

Forget the first three, they are habitual offenders who are late and truant. Why didn't Jin Heng come? Teacher Yang frowned and was about to say something when a voice suddenly sounded outside the classroom: "Teacher..."

Teacher Yang followed, but saw Jin Heng standing outside the door, looked him up and down, nodded to signal him to come in, and his tone softened: "Why are you late?"

As the head teacher, she still understands the situation in the class, but it is impossible to be so thoughtful all the time.

Jin Heng was originally looking down, but when he heard this, he raised his head, glanced at Jiang Shaolong's empty seat, and pursed his lips: "It's getting up late..."

Mr. Yang took his actions into his eyes, his brows furrowed even tighter, obviously he had heard of Jiang Shaolong's bullying, and planned to wait until the get out of class was over to ask about the situation: "Go back to your seat and sit down, we will start talking about the topic immediately. ."

Jin Heng nodded and sat back in his seat. There was yesterday's English test paper on the table. Except for the handwriting of the answer, there was no trace of approval.

At the same table, Wang Hai explained: "Mr. Yang has not changed, let us criticize each other."

He was a thin, dark man who was always bullied. After he finished speaking, he took away Jin Heng's papers and exchanged them. Mr. Yang put the answer on the blackboard with the screen projector, but because the camera angle is wrong, the picture is not very clear, and he is still adjusting.

Jin Heng took out a red pen from the pencil case, took off the cap, and glanced at Wang Hai's paper. The multiple-choice questions were wrong by nearly half. Coupled with the scribbled handwriting, you can already predict the appalling score.

Jin Heng circled his wrong question with a red pen, gave a score in the upper right corner, then spread his school uniform coat on the table and slept on his stomach. So much happened yesterday that I could barely sleep all night.

Teacher Yang finally adjusted the projector and began to explain the answer to the paper. Wang Hai glanced aside inadvertently, but he was surprised when he saw Jin Heng actually sleeping in class.

Although Jin Heng's grades were mediocre in the past, he was a good and well-behaved student. He was never late or left early. He had nothing to do with sleeping in class.

Wang Hai had a normal relationship with him, and he didn't say anything to remind him when he saw it. He just took back his paper and planned to change it himself. Who would have thought that it had already been reviewed, and he only got 6 out of 150 papers. Thirteen points.

Wang Hai: "?!!"

There is a kind of person who is obviously a scumbag, but every time he finishes the exam and waits for the results to be announced, he will have an inexplicable expectation. Wang Hai is such a person. He felt that he answered the question well yesterday, and he had to score more than 80 points, but the result was only a mere 60.

The first thought in Wang Hai's mind was that Jin Heng was making corrections, and a sudden irritability arose in his heart. He took the red pen and revised his paper again according to the answers put on the whiteboard. However, no matter how he checked it, he was surprised. The discovery is 63 points.

Jin Heng was still sleeping. He was in the most insignificant position in the corner, so that Teacher Yang couldn't find it. The sunlight slanted in from the window, and the ink-colored hair was plated with a layer of golden light, and the dust was faintly beating.

Wang Hai felt unbelievable. He looked at Jin Heng's paper. The font was neat and the surface of the paper was clean. It belonged to the kind of paper that the marking teacher liked the most. , there isn't a single fault anywhere else.

This kid didn't copy it, did he

Wang Hai suddenly had this thought in his heart. After several hesitations, he still pushed Jin Heng to wake up: "Jin Heng, Jin Heng, don't sleep."

Jin Heng couldn't sleep at all in such an environment. He was just closing his eyes and resting. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Wang Hai. He didn't have any expression, but those eyes were inexplicably chilling.

Jin Heng asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Hai whispered: "Did you get the answer to this paper ahead of time? Don't copy it so obviously. Teacher Yang will take it up and read it later, so let's change it quickly."

The most important thing is: "Where did you get your answer, show it to me next time."

For students who have not yet entered the society, the biggest mountain hanging over their heads is nothing more than exams and grades.

Jin Heng raised his eyes and saw Wang Hai's look of anticipation. He drew back his papers and did not speak, making people unable to understand what was hidden in this action.

When the class was about to end, Yan Na was late, but she was not as honest as Jin Heng. She entered directly from the front door, but sneaked into the seat from the back door and sat in the seat. The teacher was too busy to take care of her. , Even if you see it, it's still the same old tricks. It's not painful to ask the parents to stop talking.

After the get out of class bell rang, Ms. Yang collected the papers and sat on the podium reading them one by one. She didn't leave, because the next class was still hers. The students walked out of the classroom in twos and threes, either buying snacks or going to the toilet. .

A skinny girl was surrounded by a few little sisters in the class in the hallway, and then dragged her hair to the toilet. The book on her seat was scratched by someone, and someone lost a small book on the table. The animal carcass, drinking half of the cola, the water level rose and poured into the mop water.

Jin Heng watched quietly, a series of pictures reflected in his pupils, but he was just like watching a tragic but not touching movie, indifferent, staying out of the way.

The system's round body fell on the windowsill, and asked blankly: [Why do they do this?]

Jin Heng tilted his head to look at it, and slowly hooked his lips: "I want to know too."

He also wanted to know.

Teacher Yang was looking at the papers on the podium, but it was obvious that she did not do well in the sixth class test. Her brows twitched a little bit, but she couldn't stretch it for a long time. Going backwards a few times, I finally pulled out a paper with no marks.

This paper is so clean that there is no trace of modification, the handwriting is neat and beautiful, and the fill-in-the-blanks in the front are all correct. Teacher Yang looks at the composition again. There is no missing information point, and the grammar is completely correct. It can even be used as a mark.

She finally stretched her brows, but when she looked at the name column, she wrinkled slightly again.