On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Chapter 149: Change shifts

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There is a Wutong Road in front of the gate of Sixth Middle School. In midsummer, the branches and leaves spread out, casting a large shade of shade. Sometimes it makes people feel that they have entered a season when all things are growing wildly.

There are two months of summer vacation this year, and the leaders of No. 6 Middle School sent a notice in advance that all the students stayed at the school to make up classes, so it was not much different from not being released. It's just that when I came to class again, everyone was assigned to a new class.

Yan Na looked at the class schedule and wanted to cry without tears: "Me? Class 9?"

She also failed in Class 8 of Сshanń. Anyway, she didn't know how to take the test, and she lost half of the multiple-choice questions.

Jin Heng already knew the bottom line, so he was not surprised. He just glanced at the new list of Class 9: "I am from Class 9, just like you."

Yan Na thinks like an ordinary person and thinks that Jin Heng is a good academic bully, but she is stunned to be assigned to the gathering place of scumbags. I was transferred to the rocket class."

Although she herself knew it was unrealistic.

The "stable" grades of the students in Class 9 are well known to the whole school. In the last placement test, most of the students did not move, except for two sudden risers who were transferred away. All the "mainstays" are still stubbornly sticking to their posts.

Teacher Cen, the head teacher, didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She led the five students who were newly assigned to Class 9 into the classroom, and the noisy class immediately quieted down, showing that she usually has a lot of prestige.

"Everyone, be quiet. Today, we have five new students in our class. Although they joined in the middle, they must get along well."

The people in Class 9 gave a lot of face, whether they liked it or not, they all applauded meaningfully. However, most of their eyes fell on Jin Heng, wondering why the first in this grade was assigned to their class.

Teacher Cen used to be most afraid that a mouse feces would ruin a pot of porridge, but now, looking at the people in Class 9 under the stage, he was afraid that a pot of mouse feces would ruin Jin Heng's grain of white rice. When it was Jin Heng's turn, he had a difficult time assigning positions to the new classmates.

sit in the back? It seems a little far.

sit in front? He is too tall.

middle? But what should I do if my father, the emperor, Qian Shan, Mei Mo, and Jin Heng broke it.

If it wasn't for the absence of the exam, Jin Heng would have been a surefire candidate for the Rockets, but now that he was assigned to the last class, he had to be said to be a good-natured trickster. Mr. Cen remembered the advice of the school leaders, and after several thoughts, he finally looked at the fourth row.

"Cheng Doudou, you are the monitor, take care of the new classmates."

The boy named wears a pair of glasses thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle, and has some small freckles on his face. When he speaks, he inexplicably has a rather laborious and clumsy feeling: "Okay, I see."

There are no good grades in the ninth class, but we have to pull the taller one out of the dwarfs. Although the grades are poor, but the learning attitude is correct, it is just that people are a bit stupid, and smart children can learn things once they learn it. He may not have understood it ten times.

It doesn't matter who Jin Heng sits with. Hearing that, he moved the desk and chair to Cheng Doudou's side. He didn't say anything because he didn't know him well. After finishing his books, the class started.

After the summer vacation, they are quasi-high school seniors, and their study tasks are very intense. The class schedule is packed full of things, with English math in the morning, physical chemistry in the afternoon, and the labs running from both ends of the classroom. Physical education has basically become a decoration.

When Teacher Cen was playing English listening exercises on the podium, Cheng Doudou was writing and taking notes while secretly observing Jin Heng—

He thought that the other party had good grades and must be serious in class.

But in fact, Jin Heng didn't even hold a pen in his hand, and sat motionless, as if he was wandering in the sky. When the listening was finished, he seemed to recover half a beat, and then wrote down the answer on the practice sheet.

Cheng Doudou glanced at it and compared it with his own, it didn't seem to be the same.

Estimating that the time was almost up, Mr. Cen wrote down the answers on the blackboard, and while explaining, walked around below to see how the students answered the questions. In the end, he deliberately circled around to see Jin Heng, nodded in his heart, and was secretly satisfied.

Cheng Doudou's multiple-choice questions were wrong by half.

Teacher Cen still wanted to help the students in his class. When he passed by Jin Heng, he said softly to him: "You can talk to Cheng Doudou when you are doing the questions, and help him in his weaker subjects."

This is actually just a scene, who would bother to help an unimportant person. Besides, Cheng Doudou's parents don't know how much money they spent on the cram school, but they didn't see any results.

The people around listened and didn't care.

Jin Heng responded: "Well, good."

He always seems to be indifferent to people he doesn't know well, and those who are more sensitive will feel that he is perfunctory and reluctant, like a thin sharp needle piercing one's self-esteem.

Cheng Doudou lowered his head to hold his glasses and covered his papers with his arms, feeling embarrassed, his face flushed, and he felt disgusted.

Jin Heng didn't think much about it, anyway, he has been helping Wen Yan and Yan Na to practice problems recently, and there are not many Jiacheng Doudou. The slender fingertips held a blue water pen and slowly turned it around a few times, just like the movement of the clock on the wall.

During the break, Zou Kai and others came over to greet him, probably because they were afraid that Jin Heng would be bullied and excluded, they said directly: "If you have anything, you can call me. Cheng Doudou is the monitor and I am the deputy monitor."

Zou Kai is well-liked, eats well in the class, and his appeal is more than a star and a half higher than Cheng Doudou. Seeing this, everyone in the ninth class also knew that although they would not bully anyone, it was inevitable for a newcomer to join the shift in the middle, alienation and exclusion.

Among the five transfer students, compared to the hatchback, Jin Heng's side was the most lively.

Cheng Doudou is different from the others. He is always bored and practising questions between classes. This diligence makes the teacher feel regretful every time.

Jin Heng glanced aside inadvertently, saw that he was writing a trigonometric function problem, tapped the table twice with the tip of his pen, and suddenly said, "Your writing is complicated."

Cheng Doudou raised his head subconsciously, looked around, and realized that Jin Heng was talking about himself after a while, and was stunned for a while, not knowing how to react.

Jin Heng tore off a piece of scratch paper, and wrote two general formulas and a rough solution process on it with a pen: "The title gives a hidden condition, a large set is a small one, and the equation information can be obtained by disassembling it into two parts. In this way, not only can the answer to the first question be calculated, but the conditions obtained in the process can also be directly applied to the second question.”

Jin Heng has a clear idea and the process is simple and clear. But Cheng Doudou always remembers what the teacher said to solve the problem and write down the steps in detail, so that even if you don't know the answer, you can get some process points, and you will get into a dead end before you know it.

He glanced at Jin Heng's steps, and it turned out to be much simpler than his own. He blushed inexplicably, raised his hand and hammered his head, and whispered awkwardly and laboriously, "Thank you..."

The other transferred students seemed to dislike Class 9 quite a bit. He thought Jin Heng was also proud, but it seemed that it was just his own delusion.

Jin Heng snorted and sorted out the scattered table: "The question will not give you useless information, try to use all the conditions, sometimes the answer obtained from the first question is the key to solving the second question. ."

He is too familiar with some of the teacher's questions.

Cheng Doudou nodded, seeming to understand, and continued to write the second question. He tried to break down the answer to the first question as Jin Heng said, and finally found that the two questions before and after were really related, so he couldn't help scratching his head, feeling a little excited.

After about ten minutes, Cheng Doudou looked at Jin Heng hesitantly, pointed to a question on the test paper, and after holding it for a long time, he said boldly, "Jin Heng... Can you teach me this question..."

He has always been scolded for being stupid since he was a child, and he was probably afraid that Jin Heng would be bothered by asking too many questions, and he looked a little uneasy.

Jin Heng glanced at the question. This time, he didn't tell him the answer directly. Instead, he circled the information points with a pen to guide him to think: "List the known conditions first, categorize them, and push them backwards if they don't work."

Cheng Doudou thought slowly, thinking about a short question for a long time, but Jin Heng was not impatient, and occasionally reminded him of side effects. In the end, it took more than 20 minutes to finally solve this medium difficulty problem.

The students sitting around couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Jin Heng with surprise. After all, sometimes teachers get angry when Cheng Doudou Цangle knocks Genesis Qi on the table. Jin Heng not only calms down the whole process, but also teaches people, which must be said to be a miracle.

The students in Class 9 made a lot of money, and occasionally ordered takeaways between classes. Several boys took advantage of the teacher's absence and went to the school gate in groups of three or five to get them. It was no different from wholesale.

Jin Heng has passed the age of greed, and he currently does not have any income, so he is not suitable for excessive consumption. Therefore, in his spare time, he was just sorting out the exercise book for Wen Yan, quietly and silently.

"Have a drink."

I don't know who put a glass of passion fruit juice on his table, Jin Heng didn't see it clearly, when he looked up, he saw Zou Kai and other boys distributing snacks with a smile, all of them ordered from a nearby dessert shop.

"… "

Jin Heng thought that everyone had it, but when he looked left and right, the table of the students who had turned around together with his father was empty.

Pang Yifan was also assigned to class 9. He didn't dare to provoke Jin Heng, but that didn't mean he didn't dare to provoke others. Seeing this, he was embarrassed and embarrassed, and finally sat in the seat with a pale face and sneered: "What's so great, a group of related households."

When the students in Class 9 heard it, they all looked at him, and then deliberately fanned the wind in front of them with their hands: "Tsk, why is there such a strong sour taste, who has eaten lemons?"

A whole lot of laughter.

Jin Heng observed for a while, and finally found that Zou Kai was the one who bought the snacks, and a boy sitting behind him who ordered the drinks. In the end, I didn't know each other well, so as not to owe a favor, I thought for a moment and turned around and said, "Thank you."

The boy was stunned for a moment before he realized what Jin Heng was saying, and waved his hand indifferently: "It's a big deal, you taught Cheng Doudou Цangle to the source, it shows that you have the ability, I admire the person who has the ability the most. ."

Their families are rich, but they don't look down on those who are flattering. Jin Heng didn't dislike Class 9 like others, and he was quite patient with Cheng Doudou. From the side, he could see a bit of character, and it was not a big deal to have a drink.

Cheng Doudou stuttered when he was nervous, and heard the words: "Yes... Yes, you can drink it, it's alright."

Jin Heng didn't say anything and turned around.

Sometimes the goodwill around you is more confusing than the bad.

The first day of make-up classes in the summer vacation was relatively calm, and the division of classes did not cause any contradictions. After school, Jin Heng saw Wen Yan as soon as he walked out of the school gate. The other party was obviously waiting for him, and threw an ice cream over it, holding it in his hand through the plastic wrapping paper to cool it down.

When Jin Heng saw that Wen Yan was not wearing a school uniform, he asked aloud, "You didn't make up the class?"

Chongming also has to make up classes, but it is not always possible to go to school to hear the flames, let alone make up classes in the area. He touched the tip of his nose with a guilty conscience, and then hummed vaguely: "I'm too lazy to go. By the way, how is your class? No one bullies you, right?"

Jin Heng tore open the ice cream bag and took a bite: "No one bullied me."

The chocolate melts on the tongue, and the taste is mellow and cold. This ice cream brand is a bit expensive. Jin Heng glanced at it and saw that Wen Yan was empty-handed. When no one was paying attention, he handed it to his mouth: "Take a bite."

Wen Yan tilted his head: "I have eaten."

Jin Heng had no choice but to withdraw his hand, but I don't know if it was an illusion. When he retracted his gaze, he inadvertently saw a figure flashing by the wall, which was somewhat familiar.

He thoughtfully took a bite of the ice cream, and he probably had some idea in his mind.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wen Yan asked aloud, "What's the matter, why are you in a daze?"

Jin Heng smiled, making it unpredictable: "It's nothing, I saw an acquaintance. Let's go, go back early, I've sorted out some practice questions for you."

Wen Yan blew the bangs in front of his forehead, reluctantly: "Oh."

Wen Yan is a smart boy, but he never includes his studies. He didn't listen to what the teacher was talking about, and he forgot what he had learned before. It was equivalent to laying the foundation from scratch, and the amount of engineering was huge.

Jin Henghua spent more than half a month reading all of Wenyan's school's books. In the college entrance examination of vocational schools, in addition to practical skills, they only used test language and English, and now it is still too late.

"You listen to it first, the second time I will pause in the middle of each question, and you answer according to your listening."

Jin Heng downloaded a set of basic English listening on the Internet with his mobile phone, and sat at the desk with Wen Yan, listening and doing questions. However, the latter listened to the English conversation on the mobile phone, and only felt that it was like a book from heaven.

Wen Yan bit the cap of the pen, frowned, and began to answer.

Jin Heng stared at the tip of his pen, and finally couldn't help it, and paused his listening: "Do you understand?"

Wen Yan lifted his eyelids: "Listen... I understand."

Jin Heng squeezed his hand around his shoulder slightly, and reminded in a low voice, "Listening is only on the third question, but you have already done the sixth question."

Wen Yan: "..."

fuck it.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Jin Heng smelled a faint smell of gasoline between Wen Yan's collar, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He kissed his ear and translated the sentence pattern to him word by word.

For example, the most basic choice question and answer, listening to the protagonist and his friends go to a restaurant to eat, and have a problem in ordering drinks: I want to drink orange juice, but it is too sour for me, or Coke, but it makes people fat , Forget it, let's change to a glass of lemonade, but I still like Coke the most...

A few lines of dialogue went back and forth, making people dizzy.

Wen Yan secretly cursed: "Drink the fucking dichlorvos."