The day of the monthly exam was coming soon, and the relationship between her and Gu Qingnuo was limited to sending love letters.
This has to mention Bei Xiaoshi. The number of love letters she wants to send is no less than Luo Qingchen's.
"The monthly exams are tomorrow, are you nervous or excited?" Bei Xiaoshi poked her back gently with a ball pen and said, "Have you made any progress in the math and physics that you are most afraid of recently? !”
When she said this, Bei Xiaoshi glanced at her deskmate Ye Zhijin out of the corner of her eye and smiled teasingly.
Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, pursed her lips, tapped her forehead with a pen and said, "You'd better take the exam well! Don't be at the bottom."
"I heard that after the monthly exams, seats should be arranged according to grades. Those with good grades and those with poor grades can sit together to provide guidance and support." Bei Xiaoshi whispered in her ear: "You have to take the exam well. You will be lucky when the time comes. Well, we’re at the same table.”
"Look at how beautiful you are." Luo Qingchen turned around and trembled unconsciously when she saw the big words "physics".
By the way, can’t physics be replaced by mathematics? She is still very confident in her math, okay? !
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Every student who steps into a high school campus must experience the first monthly exam in his life.
The teacher always talks about this monthly exam as being particularly important, but little does he know that it is just the beginning of a long list of exams.
On the third day after the monthly exam, the results of the first year of high school and the ranking of the whole school were posted on the red list on the glass window downstairs.
First place: Yang Xue—10 points
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Ninth place: Luo Qingchen—980 points
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Luo Qingchen kept looking down, but she didn't see Ye Zhijin's name on the first page.
Until the second page—
Sixty-second place: Ye Zhijin—900 points
"What happened? Ye Zhijin, who has been ranked number one for ten thousand years, only scored 900 points this time?"
"Could it be that my academic performance has declined because of rumors that I'm in love?"
"Ah - he's still so handsome, and he can get 900 points on the test if he falls in love. I do exercises every day, why do I only get 60 on the test? God is unfair!"
"Are you sure you're not playing with your phone while doing exercises?"
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Luo Qingchen frowned, confused in her mind. According to Ye Zhijin's previous results, even if there was a decline, it would not be so severe.
Huaimeng No. 1 Middle School itself is a concentration camp for top students. Especially in this first year of high school, the students' scores are particularly good.
A score of 900 might be among the best in other schools, but at Huaimeng it would be outside the top 50.
She didn't have time to think too much and ran to class, wanting to see his transcript to see which subjects he did poorly in.
"Xiao Shi—" Luo Qingchen glanced at the empty seat behind her, looked at Xiao Shi and asked, "Where is Ye Zhijin?"
"Oh, just now the head teacher called him to the office." Bei Xiaoshi handed her the list on the table and said: "This is your report card. How about you go to see the red list, what is your grade?"
When Luo Qingchen heard this, she did not reply. Instead, her eyes fell on the transcript on Ye Zhijin's desk, which was covered with a physics textbook.
She picked it up suddenly, but found that her eyes trembled slightly when she turned it to the front.
Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion surged into my heart, bitter and warm.
"What's the matter? Are you impressed by the perfect score from the top student?" Bei Xiaoshi didn't seem to notice anything strange and asked with a raised eyebrow.
The next second, Luo Qingchen put down her report card, turned around and ran towards the head teacher's office.
Bei Xiaoshi picked up the transcript on the table with a puzzled look on her face, and the next second her face turned into one full of astonishment.
She stood up suddenly and shouted: "Oh my god, Ye... Ye Zhijin's math is zero... zero points?" (To be continued)