Jin Heng caught it by conditioned reflex, and found out that it was his schoolbag that he had dropped on the road yesterday. He subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Wen Yan, but saw that the other party seemed to have a few new injuries on his body than yesterday. .
It's quite like his style, but it definitely doesn't include sending school bags.
Jin Heng wanted to pat the dust off the schoolbag, but seeing that it was clean, he had to withdraw his hand, put the schoolbag on his shoulder, and said two words seriously: "Thank you."
"scoff..."
Wen Yan sneered, the blue and purple on his face did not fade, but he did not harm the publicity. He lifted his eyelids and always felt that the word "thank you" was ridiculous: "Are you saying anything other than this?"
Jin Heng lowered his head most of the time, but when he stood up straight, he was actually taller than Wen Yan. He had a soy milk cup on his slender fingers. The inside of the school uniform was white with short sleeves and lapel. The side of the jacket was blue, which was lighter than Chongming's. It was clean and timeless.
Jin Heng looked at Wen Yan, the eyelashes were deep and thick, the pupils were black and white, apart from being clean or clean, he seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling, asking for Wen Yan's opinion: "Well... then I What should I say?"
"… "
Wen Yan once again realized the fact that Jin Heng was taller than himself, put his hands in his pockets, and uttered a dirty word in his heart, expressionlessly stepped on the basketball that had just rolled over under his feet, and kicked the ball behind him without looking back. Group of people.
Xu Meng took it and said, "Fuck, this is basketball, not football!"
Wen Yan swept over with a cold look, and he immediately silenced again.
Wen Yan bought a breakfast and threw a hundred pieces to the stall owner. While waiting for the other party to give change, he bit the soy milk straw, unable to hear the emotional threat: "If you dare to say what happened yesterday, At your own risk.”
learn.
After all, the school bully of Chongming was beaten to the ground by others, and it was really embarrassing to spread it out.
Jin Heng grabbed the shoulder strap of the schoolbag with both hands and nodded: "Well, I know."
His hair is black and soft, and his skin is fair. He belongs to the kind of obedient child who is most liked by elders. This action makes him look like a primary school student, obedient and rua, and people can't help but want to bully him.
Wen Yan couldn't help looking at him more, thinking that he was like a soft bun, no wonder he was always being pinched, he didn't speak any more, took the change from the stall owner, threw the coat that was about to slip off his shoulders, turned around and took it with him. Those in Chongming are gone.
The stall owner found that the breakfast he bought had not been taken, and shouted a few times from behind: "Hey, classmate, your things are here!"
Two tea eggs, one fried dumplings, and one fried dough sticks with glutinous rice were left alone, but Wen Yan left with only a cup of soy milk. Li: "Your friend is gone, why don't you help him hold it."
The two of them stood here talking just now, and the stall owner probably misunderstood something.
Everyone was gone, and it was impossible for Jin Heng to chase him. He could only take the things, turned around and walked into the school. On the way, he met Wang Hai, who was at the same table. Jin Heng."
Jin Heng didn't need friends, and he didn't like interpersonal communication. Seeing that it was Wang Hai, he still had no emotional ups and downs, so he hummed.
Wang Hai seemed to have seen something just now: "Are you being targeted by Chongming's gangsters? I see Wen Yan talking to you just now, what did he talk to you?"
Hearing this, Jin Heng stopped and smiled: "Are you sure you want to know?"
His eyes are deep, and it always makes people feel that there is something hidden that cannot be known, otherwise it will cause trouble. Wang Hai's back is hairy when he is staring at it, and he subconsciously shakes his head: "I... I just ask."
I just wanted to know if I asked, no difference.
Jin Heng said, "You can ask Wen Yan yourself."
When he said this, he looked gentle and harmless, without any sharpness. It looked the same as usual, but it made Wang Hai feel weird. He was about to say something, but he saw that Jin Heng had turned and moved towards the teaching building. gone.
The position of each grade monthly exam in No. 6 Middle School is based on the ranking of the previous exam. There is one exam room for Xueba and Xueba, and one exam room for scumbags and scumbags.
Jin Heng fell ill in the last month's exam, which resulted in a low ranking. He had been lingering in the middle exam room, but now he fell into the second-to-last exam room, and was mixed with the poor students from Class 9.
In No. 6 Middle School, Classes 1, 2, and 3 belong to the key seedlings cultivated by the school. The further back the ranks of Classes 4, 5, and 6, the worse their grades are. Not to mention Class 9, most of the entire class are related households. Class Six is still rotten.
Jin Heng's seat was by the window. He checked the test number, and then sat in his seat to drink the remaining half cup of soy milk. The boys in Class 9 arrived early and turned over the English and Chinese books with a bang—
Don't get me wrong, they are not reviewing, they are cheating.
The head teacher of Class 9 is the grade leader of the English group. He has the most violent temper. Otherwise, he will not be able to hold back these thorns. If he fails in grades, he will be punished for copying. I copied it, although the grades are still bad, but at least I am motivated and know how to make a cheat sheet to save my appalling grades.
They don't have high requirements, just pass the test. The head teacher said that as long as they pass, all fines will be waived.
The tables in the examination room were wide open, and the last few examination rooms were basically occupied by students from Class 9. This shows that their collective scores were fairly balanced, and they were basically at the same level.
Jin Heng sat in his seat, quietly ate two tea eggs, and then drank a cup of soy milk. He looked quite out of place, in stark contrast to the people around him who were busy cheating.
In front of Jin Heng sat a boy with a sports headband, dressed in trendy fashion, and dressed in a famous brand. He finished the cheat sheet before everyone else, then sighed and stretched: "Fuck, I finally finished the copy."
A girl next to him glared at him: "Zou Kai, you're done copying when you're done, can you be quiet, for fear that the teacher passing by in the corridor won't hear?"
Zou Kai was quite stunned: "I copy fast, you can control it, you little turtles, you should have copied it in advance yesterday if you were slow, tsk, I really don't know what to say about you."
The girl slammed the pen on the table: "You don't want an English answer, do you?"
Zou Kai immediately leaned over with a shy face, and said with a smile: "Don't, auntie, I'm wrong, and I'll rely on you to save my life in English. I didn't pass the last time, and the people I copied the words were stupid."
The girl disliked and pushed him away, but in a friendly tone, the two seemed to have some spark of love: "Don't quarrel with me, I heard that this time it was a set of papers published by the school and No. I don't even know if I pass."
Zou Kai had to sit back in his seat. He crossed Erlang's legs, looked around, and found Jin Heng's unfamiliar face. Seeing him sitting quietly in his seat, he asked curiously, "Hey, why don't you fight? A cheat sheet?"
"… "
Jin Heng wanted to say that it was pointless to play cheat sheets. This time, there were very few questions in the rote, and the scores were not high. Most of them were to learn and apply them in practice. He was silent for a moment, and made up a reason: "…I lazy."
Zou Kai glanced at his test number information: "You are from class six, how are your grades?"
Jin Heng: "... Just look at my rankings, that's all."
Zou Kai snorted, thinking that he was also a scumbag. He was very enthusiastic. He glanced at the corner of the table and saw the word Jin Heng written behind the test number on it: "I'll finish writing it later, I'll give it to you too. Throw an answer and don't tell the truth."
There are more than 300 people in the entire sophomore division. Zou Kai's grades are ranked 251, and Jin Heng is 251. On the surface, his grades seem to be slightly better than Jin Heng, so this sentence is quite confident.
It was the first time that Jin Heng encountered such a thing, and he paused for a rare moment, wanting to say no, but before he could speak, the bell rang, and the invigilator walked in with a stack of sealed rolls, a fat belly, thick Thick glasses, nice face.
Seeing this, Zou Kai immediately turned around, looked at his nose and heart, and pretended to be honest.
The invigilator wrote down the exam time on the blackboard, and ordered some honest exams as usual, and then asked the students to put their schoolbags on the window sill outside, and then the exam papers were distributed and passed on one by one.
Done!
The scumbags in Class 9 were stunned when they saw the papers. The math papers in the past were difficult, but at least they could understand them. This time, they couldn't even understand the questions.
Zou Kai said in a low voice, "Is this paper made by someone..."
The invigilator patted the table: "Start the test, don't whisper."
After speaking, he dragged a chair and sat on the podium, reading the newspaper and drinking tea.
I don't know if it was the reason for the rebirth. Jin Heng looked at the paper and felt that it was okay, but the high-level questions in the back were a little out of line. He roughly remembered some problem-solving formulas, and followed the multiple-choice questions one by one. The students' bitterness and hatred are in stark contrast.
The classroom was silent, only the rustling sound of the nib rubbing against the paper could be heard. While others were scratching their ears for the multiple-choice questions, Jin Heng had already completed the big question on the negative side. The sound seemed particularly abrupt.
Four or five people in the classroom all looked at him, some of them were close, and at a cursory glance, they found that Jin Heng's test paper was full of problem-solving procedures. Although I don't know if it was written blindly, it looked very powerful...
There is a final question in the back. It looks simple at first glance, but it is actually very difficult. It is necessary to cite many conditions for verification. If you are not careful, you will be caught in the middle. Fill in the answer on the answer sheet.
Zou Kai was only halfway through writing. He scratched his ears and threw a ball of paper at the girl who was talking before the teacher while he was not paying attention.
Although Class 9 was rotten, it was still united, and it wasn't much to hide and tuck. .
Zou Kai had almost filled out the math paper, and after realizing it, he remembered the student in class 6 at the back table, leaned back quietly, and threw a crumpled paper ball over.
Jin Heng has been writing the paper for a long time. He was staring at the table in a daze. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the crumpled paper ball on the table. He glanced at the invigilator, and then opened the paper ball without a trace.
"… "
It can be seen that this answer is made up of "collection". To be more specific, this is an answer that embodies the wisdom of all the scumbags in Class 9. There are 11 multiple-choice questions, and 8 of them are wrong, not to mention the rest. .
Jin Heng pressed the mechanical pencil, made a few strokes on the paper ball, and then kneaded it into a ball. When the invigilator accidentally threw it on Zou Kai's table, he continued to sleep on his stomach.
Zou Kai had just finished writing all the math papers, and was in a state of relaxation. Suddenly there was a note on the table. He was startled. Several crosses were drawn, and the correct answer was written next to it.
"his..."
Pass a small note with buy one get one free? Zou Kai looked back and saw that Jin Heng was sleeping, holding the answer in his hand, unable to make a decision for a long time.
Jin Heng's ranking is lower than him, and his grades are probably quite bad, so by the same token, the credibility of this answer should not be high, but Zou Kai touched his chin and always felt that Jin Heng had a high-level demeanor. Changed it according to his answer.
It didn't take long for the test bell to ring. The invigilator took away the answer sheets, turned and left the classroom. The people who had been sitting in a proper manner suddenly looked like wild horses off their reins, gathering together in twos and threes to answer the questions.
"Hey hey, what did you choose for the first question? Is it C?"
"Yes, yes, it's C!"
Zou Kai glanced at the answer on the paper ball, Jin Heng wrote A.
"What about the second question, what about the second question? I chose B."
"Great, I'm a B too!"
Zou Kai glanced at the answer again, it was D.
"The third question, the third question..."
…
Zou Kai couldn't take it anymore, clutching his heart and falling back to his seat, feeling that he had lost at least a few hundred million. He is a scumbag who can't write big questions, so he expects multiple-choice questions to score points. Now it's over, definitely not. Pass.
Zou Kai regretted changing it according to Jin Heng's answer, but he still swallowed a mouthful of blood and asked him, "Tell me the truth, how is your grade?"
Jin Heng said the same thing again: "You can tell by looking at the ranking, it's average."
He took a sip of water from a water glass, and when he saw those people gathered together to answer the question, he wondered if it was necessary, since they copied the same ball of paper, how could the answers be different.