The fried rice cakes were indeed delicious. In terms of finding unremarkable but delicious food, Jiang Cheng felt that Gu Fei’s skill points were full.
I cried, and the hooligan played... Although I couldn't think about it carefully, my stomach was full, and I had all the things bought. When he walked out of the rice cake shop, Jiang Cheng hiccupped and felt a lot better.
"Go back," Gu Fei looked at the time on his phone, "Do you still want to read a book?"
"I don't read books, but I need to sleep," Jiang Cheng said. "I didn't read for two days before the exam. I mainly slept, no matter whether it was a big or small test."
"Oh," Gu Fei said, "Me too, no matter whether I take the big or small exams, I mainly slept in the previous year."
Jiang Cheng couldn't hold back his laughter. The two of them laughed wildly. He almost laughed out his snot, so he quickly took out a tissue and pressed his nose, "Fuck."
"Go back and go to bed earlier, you have a cold tomorrow, so don't sleep halfway through the test tomorrow." Gu Fei said.
"No," Jiang Cheng waved his hand, "I can write it even with my eyes closed."
"Don't," Gu Fei said, "you can't understand the word you write with your eyes open, but you can write with your eyes closed..."
"Shut up for Lao Tzu." Jiang Cheng said again.
The two of them rode the car together and slowly walked back to the rental house. Gu Fei didn't go upstairs again, he took the things out of the car and gave it to him: "If you get lost again, you can call me and I'll tell you how to get there."
"...I already know how to get out." Jiang Cheng said.
"Good night." Gu Fei said with a smile.
"Good night." Jiang Cheng pushed the car to the stairwell, locked it on the railing, and carried his things upstairs.
Although he opened the door, the room was empty like Li Baoguo, but it felt completely different. He no longer had to worry about Li Baoguo's troubles, pay him money again and again, and listen to him. Coughing and roaring in a loud voice, not to mention worrying about the door being suddenly opened.
Jiang Cheng adjusted the water temperature of the water heater so that it was a little hot to the touch, and rushed from head to toe. There is still hot water for bathing here, and there is no need to use a bucket to get hot water every day like Li Baoguo... He has never seen Li Baoguo take a bath, maybe Just go to the bathroom.
The scalding hot water ran down his face and neck, across his body, he closed his eyes against the wall, and his whole body slowly relaxed.
But after a while, he turned off the water, wiped the water quickly, and walked out of the bathroom.
Although it is not surprising to think of Gu Fei and the things he did with Gu Fei under such circumstances, it would still be somewhat awkward.
He often thinks about a certain star, a little yellow picture that he doesn't know where to watch, a clip from a certain little porn... This is the first time that Gu Fei has such a clear goal that is right beside him, no matter what he says. , he still feels guilty.
He went back to the bedroom and closed the door. He made up all the quilts and pillows he bought today. He thought that the newly bought quilt covers should be washed and changed. He hesitated for a long time by the bed, and finally decided to give up. Children don't pay attention to these.
He got into bed, turned off the light and stared at him for a long time without sleep.
This time it was no longer because of Gu Fei, but because of the exam tomorrow.
He has been in a daze for the past half semester. Although there is nothing he can't understand in class, and there is nothing he can't do homework, now he is starting to worry.
In school, every time he relaxes, it will directly affect his grades. Now in an environment like No. 4 Middle School, there is almost no one around who listens carefully to the class. Even if the difficulty of the exam papers is definitely lower than before, he is still a little worried. own grades.
Originally, he didn't touch books before the test, but now he sat up and took out his notes from his schoolbag and opened it.
The exam time of No. 4 High School is not the same as before. There will be two subjects, Chinese and Politics, in the morning. He sighed. The schedule is so tight, it is not like playing a basketball game in No. 4 High School and leaving the finals after the exam. procrastination...
I don't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, the book had already been thrown to the ground, and the people were well tucked in the quilt.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the time, the alarm clock hadn't gone off yet, but the time was almost there, and his biological clock was quite reliable at critical moments.
The breakfast on the rental side is similar to that on Li Baoguo's side. He bought a bowl of bean curd and two oil cakes from a roadside stall and ate it, and rode his bike to go to school.
When he reached the intersection, he stopped again, wondering if he needed to call Gu Fei together. After hesitating for a while, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to dial.
As soon as Gu Fei's name was called out, he heard someone whistling next to him. He turned his head and was a little surprised to find that Gu Fei was actually beside him, straddling the car, with one leg on the ground.
"Morning, Xueba." Gu Fei waved at him.
"Damn it," Jiang Cheng looked at the time in shock, "What time did you come?"
"It's only been five minutes," Gu Fei said, "I'm never late for exams."
"It's amazing." Jiang Cheng laughed, and his mood suddenly became very good. For some reason, when he saw Gu Fei's smile, he felt very... close, maybe it was because of what the two of them did, although everyone I won't mention it, but after all, it's a tablemate who has had an impure relationship...
"Have you eaten?" Gu Fei asked.
"I just ate something casually," Jiang Cheng said, "If you want to say that you come over, I'll wait for you to eat together."
"It's alright," Gu Fei said with a smile, "I've eaten it too, thinking that if you haven't eaten, I'll wait for you to finish it."
All the way to the school, it was very quiet, and I didn't encounter the two at the zoo. I guess it was because they had already made an appointment... No, they had an appointment with the ball, so keep the last bit of demeanor.
When he entered the classroom, Jiang Cheng realized that these people who were usually lazy would still show a little nervousness during the mid-term exam.
The tables have been pulled apart, and although they are not far apart, it still looks like a single person.
As soon as he sat down, Zhou Jing turned his head: "Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng..."
"If you want to see the answer, see for yourself. If you dare to call me by my name during the exam, I will report you for cheating immediately." Jiang Cheng pointed at him.
"Hey! Good good..." Zhou Jing was stunned for a while, his face turned into a garden, "Enough friends."
"Jiang Cheng." Someone on the left called him.
Jiang Cheng turned his head and found that Wang Xu was actually sitting on the seat to his left: "Are you sitting here?"
"I'll sit here during the exam," Wang Xu replied solemnly, "Don't block the answer sheet with your hand, you know?"
"Oh." Jiang Cheng responded.
"Don't let it know when you're done writing it?" Wang Xu said again.
"Oh." Jiang Cheng continued to respond.
"Don't worry about Dafei's side, he never cheats in exams, you can just worry about me," Wang Xu still looked serious, "I'm also responsible for spreading the word."
"...Understood." Jiang Cheng nodded, then turned his head to look at Gu Fei. Gu Fei was playing with his phone, he turned his head and looked at him, smiled and said nothing.
The invigilator was in the third year of high school, a very dignified middle-aged woman with glasses. She entered the classroom and put down the paper. She first stared at the people in the classroom, read it from left to right, right to left, then back and forth, and then cleared it. I cleared my throat and read the discipline of the exam room.
The people around were unprecedentedly quiet, so quiet that Jiang Cheng was not used to it.
After the paper was handed out, Jiang Cheng first took the paper to roughly scan it, and found that the difficulty of the exam paper of No. 4 Middle School was quite consistent with the overall style of No. 4 High School. At least this paper was quite simple for him.
He turned to the title of the essay and looked at it.
Mr. Ji Xianlin said: "Everyone strives for a perfect life. However, since ancient times, at home and abroad, there is no one hundred percent perfect life. So I say that life is incomplete."
According to one's own understanding, linking with reality, self-definition, self-selected style, self-designed topic.
Jiang Cheng sighed softly, this composition title is simply too simple, especially for him now, not to mention 800 words, 8000 words is not a problem.
He turned the paper back to the front and began to work on it with confidence.
The surroundings are still quiet, and a class that usually only hears humming in class, but at this moment I heard the rustling sound of the pen and paper rubbing, which is a wonderful sense of disobedience.
He glanced at Gu Fei, Gu Fei hadn't started to do the question yet, but stared at the page of modern text reading with relish.
He didn't intend to look at what state of Wang Xu on the left was, because he didn't even have to turn his head to feel Wang Xu's fiery gaze, and his slanted face from the corner of his eye.
The two invigilators were quite strict, and they kept switching positions one after the other. Judging from the frequency of Zhou Jing’s body wriggling in front of him, Jiang Cheng judged that his heart should be very anxious right now.
In contrast, Pan Zhi is calm, and he has never been in a hurry to answer randomly first, and then he will make corrections after he is done...
Gu Fei finished reading the small article on modern reading, but unfortunately it wasn't a short story, it was about the rational spirit of architecture... It didn't seem interesting.
He turned the paper back and planned to write down the answers that he was familiar with and could guess the answer for the first time, and then began to draw lots.
The composition is not limited to the style, and if the poetry is not limited to 800 words, he intends to take advantage of this loophole and write as little as he can.
He felt that his arrangement was perfect, and when he took the answer sheet and started writing, he felt that his state was similar to that of the student next to him.
Jiang Xueba's pen never stopped, he basically answered the questions while reading the questions. The longer the questions were, the less time he paused. If it is said that Jiang Cheng's Xueba appearance is not too obvious. , I can really see it when I take the exam.
When Gu Fei finished the first pass that looked familiar, and started to draw lots for the multiple-choice questions, Jiang Cheng’s paper had already been turned over there.
When he started to write words, Jiang Cheng began to write essays.
Depend on.
He looked at Jiang Cheng's profile, and for a moment he felt that Jiang Cheng who looked like this was so handsome that people and gods were outraged.
However, compared to the 800-word composition that Xueba had to write, Gu Fei's poems were much faster. He just pulled out a few lines of plausible sentences and it was all done. In this way, the completed papers did not need to be checked. The inspection means re-drawing lots, winning two out of three rounds.
Usually, he handed in the papers at this moment, but today he didn't move. Jiang Cheng next to him was still writing, and he wanted to take a look.
Although Jiang Cheng's words were extremely ugly, he wrote them very quickly, just like when he was reading a review without a manuscript, he went straight up.
The answer sheet and paper Jiang Cheng were placed in the corner of the table, and Wang Xu was copying it frantically, but he had to stretch his neck for some fill-in-the-blank questions, which looked very difficult, and Zhou Jing was not easy, just the word Jiang Cheng, I can't read it straight up, but it's almost as good as a book when I look upside down.
However, it is still much stronger than before. Those with better grades all sit in the front, and the group behind them don't even know who to copy.
At the end of half an hour, Jiang Cheng Xueba, who was writing like a god, also finished writing the composition, and he didn't seem to check it. He looked around and wanted to submit it directly.
Wang Xu was anxious when he saw it, and pressed his throat: "Don't worry!"
Jiang Cheng sighed and began to stare at the paper in a daze.
After being stunned for a while, he turned his head, met Gu Fei's eyes, and asked with his mouth: "Finished?"
Gu Fei nodded.
Then put the composition upright for him to look at.
Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and started laughing at the paper.
He struggled to laugh. To laugh, he couldn't make a sound. He had to press his nose with a tissue to avoid laughing. Gu Fei didn't want to laugh.
Jiang Cheng finally coughed with laughter, and finally stopped laughing.
Gu Fei got up, took the paper and handed it in. He walked out of the classroom and went downstairs. There would be an exam in a while, so he had to come out and do some activity first. He was tired of sitting for 40 minutes in class, and it was uncomfortable for him to be stunned for so long.
A few minutes later, Jiang Cheng also went downstairs, he was somewhat surprised: "Have you handed in the papers?"
"Well," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Teacher stood by Wang Xu's side. I guess he had almost copied it, so he handed it in... Did you just write lyrics or poetry?"
"Poetry." Gu Fei said, walking slowly towards the staff toilet.
"It's shameless for me to rely on you," Jiang Cheng followed him and whispered, "Are you writing poems as long as you don't limit the style?"
"Well," Gu Fei laughed, "I wrote it three times. When the first judgment was made, Lao Xu and the others were still discussing how many points should be given."
"You are too talented," Jiang Cheng tutted twice, "What did you write, just read a few sentences and listen to it?"
"It's so beautiful that I'm too embarrassed to read it." Gu Fei said.
Walking to a place where no one was next to the toilet, he took out his cigarette, glanced at Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng shook his head, he lit the cigarette and drank it.
"Your lyrics are quite touching," Jiang Cheng said, "Aren't you really going to read a few sentences for me to listen to?"
"This broken poem is just a make-believe thing," Gu Fei said. "If you have time, I will write some new lyrics for you to read."
"It's done," Jiang Cheng sat down on the steps, "Young man is shy."
Probably no one could copy it, and Wang Xu’s group also handed in the papers ahead of time. When they went downstairs, they first looked around, and after seeing Gu Fei and Jiang Cheng, they all came over.
"Bin," Wang Xu took out fifty yuan and gave it to Lu Xiaobin, "go and buy something to eat and drink, so that we can refresh our minds."
"Okay." Lu Xiaobin took the money and ran to the canteen immediately.
"I'm sick." Jiang Cheng said.
"Enough, generous!" Wang Xu rushed to him and clasped his fists, "I've passed the exam this time, I guess I can go a little further."
"I don't believe I've ever done so well in the test!" Zhou Jing was very emotional, "But it's not me who said that, Jiang Cheng, your word... It's really an anti-plagiarism weapon. Fortunately, my eyes are very experienced. You said that the teacher will judge the paper. Will you deduct points for not understanding what the hell you wrote?"
"Every time I get points deducted because my words are too ugly." Jiang Cheng said.
A group of people suddenly burst into laughter.
Before the exam was completed in the classroom not far away, the invigilator came out and pointed at them, so they had to move to the toilet and sit at the stone table at the door of the toilet.
"I've never understood," Wang Xu said, "Why do you need to build a set of desks and chairs at the door of the toilet?"
"What's the matter," Jiang Cheng glanced at Lu Xiaobin who came back with a pocket of snacks and drinks, "There are still people eating on the tables and chairs by the toilet door."
A group of people immediately became fools again, and the invigilator rushed out again and drove them to stand on the edge of the playground.
Next was politics, and when there were ten minutes left before entering the examination room, Lao Xu ran over with Xiaofeng: "Jiang Cheng!"
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.
"How do you feel?" Lao Xu asked.
"Very good, the question is not difficult." Jiang Cheng said.
"What about the composition?" Lao Xu asked again.
"It's easy to write if there are no restrictions on style." Jiang Cheng replied.
"I knew you were fine," Lao Xu's eyes lit up, "this time you can step into class 2, every time it's the little girl in their class who fights back and forth with Yi Jing for the first place, this time you should be fine! "
"It should be." Jiang Cheng originally wanted to say that he had just taken the first subject, but in the fourth middle school... he could really get a kick out of it.
Political exams are quite annoying. Although the multiple-choice questions are easy to cover, the short-answer questions are terrible. Gu Fei can’t write anything. This is more challenging, and requires high technical requirements for random fabrications.
In particular, one question with a score of 14 actually asked him to discuss the significance of strengthening the construction of campus culture in combination with the various cultural activities of the Fourth Middle School... Gu Fei took a look at Jiang Cheng, and this scholar was still in the same state as in the Chinese exam. The next stroke is like flying, and the ugly words are swish in a row.
Scholar is a wonderful creature...
Politics is not easy to copy. After Wang Xu and Zhou Jing finished copying the multiple-choice questions, they gave up copying the short-answer questions. Instead of recognizing his words, they probably found a way to turn the answers in various ways in the drawer, cuffs, trousers and waistbands. Easier.
This time Jiang Cheng still submitted the papers ahead of time. Gu Fei felt that it was normal for this kid to pretend to be aggressive. When he was bored, he observed it. Jiang Cheng and Yi Jing finished it in about the same time, but Yi Jing was still checking and revising it repeatedly. At that time, Jiang Cheng had already handed in the papers.
As soon as he handed in the papers, a bunch of people who couldn't write it and couldn't copy it, as well as Gu Fei who had already made up the papers, also handed in the papers together.
The group of people didn't go home at noon. Wang Xu didn't know if it was cool in the morning, but he was always very excited, so he dragged a group of people to eat pies.
"Math in the afternoon," Wang Xu said while eating the pie, "It's up to you, Xueba!"
"Yeah." Jiang Cheng lit a cigarette and opened the window next to him a little. Every time he finished the test, he didn't have much appetite.
"Da Fei, are you really not copying?" Wang Xu asked Gu Fei again, "It's just that you don't copy for nothing, I've never seen such an interesting scholar!"
"If you shout louder, your mother will come over and make you into stuffing." Gu Fei said.
"You really don't copy?" Wang Xu lowered his voice.
"No," Gu Fei said, "You guys have copied a good deal or something, and I don't need to deal with anyone."
No one else felt anything about Gu Fei’s words, but when Jiang Cheng heard it, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
When everyone was eating and chatting, he leaned against Gu Fei and asked in a low voice, "Can you pass the final exam?"
Gu Fei glanced at him and smiled: "Almost, my luck has always been good, and I can draw lots."
"Oh." Jiang Cheng replied without saying a word, suddenly felt a little bored, and he couldn't tell whether it was really boring or boring in his heart.
Gu Fei's attitude always made him feel that something was wrong. I don't know if the environment was different before. Even Pan Zhi, who was unreliable, would grit his teeth and set up a posture to review for a few days during the final exam. The appearance of giving up made him inexplicably anxious.
But what's the hurry, Gu Fei's family has no parents waiting to see how his grades are, and it seems that there is no reason to have good grades and go to a good university...
"Don't worry about me," Gu Fei gently touched his leg under the table, "I'll just get a diploma."
"No," Jiang Cheng frowned, "You might as well go to some technical school if you get a diploma, isn't that certificate better than the fourth high school?"
"This is a long story," Gu Fei smiled, "I'll talk to you later when I have time."
The two-day mid-term exam was completed in a tight manner. According to Gu Fei’s observation and Jiang Cheng’s undisguised shyness, he could almost estimate Jiang Cheng’s grades, and Yi Jing’s first-class competitor would be one more. .
"Your questions are too simple." Jiang Cheng said at least three times in the past two days.
However, when Lao Xu rushed into the classroom early in the morning, he was still a little surprised by the excitement on his face. Gu Fei looked at Lao Xu, if it was only about the same as Yi Jing's grades, Lao Xu would not be so excited.
"Classmates! Classmates!" Lao Xu stood on the podium, "I have good news to tell you!"
The class clapped lazily together.
"The teachers of each subject will definitely say it when they are in class, but I am one step ahead," Lao Xu waved his arm, "This time our class has three perfect marks!"
This news was indeed a bit surprising, and the people in the class immediately discussed it, and many people's eyes were focused on Jiang Cheng.
"Hey." Jiang Cheng was probably still not used to being stared at like this, so he lay on the table and sighed.
"Guess who it is? Which three subjects?" Lao Xu excitedly sold the pass, but this pass didn't give anyone a chance to guess, so he immediately announced the answer, "Student Jiang Cheng! Mathematics! English! Geography! All full marks!"
"Fuck me—" This time, the class fry the pot, and all shouted.
"Fuck!" Zhou Jing turned his head and slammed into the table, "Jiang Cheng! You are awesome! You are awesome!"
"Ah." Jiang Cheng responded.
"Sit down." Gu Fei glanced at Zhou Jing.
"It's awesome!" Zhou Jing said again, turned around and sat down. After thinking about it, he turned around and said, "It's awesome!"
Lao Xu was still excited on the podium, Gu Fei also slumped on the table and looked at Jiang Cheng: "The ranking should be almost out, I'll ask you later?"
"Don't ask," Jiang Cheng said, "What's there to ask? To be honest, it's just a midterm exam, and your questions are really simple. I never got a perfect score in geography."
"Then I'll ask." Gu Fei said.
"You are so excited." Jiang Cheng said.
"I'll ask calmly." Gu Fei put a candy in his mouth.
After class, Gu Fei got up and went out, directly following Lao Xu into the office.
"President Xu." He called Lao Xu.
"Why are you here?" Lao Xu looked at him, took a bottle of Red Bull from the table and gave it to him, "I'll give you a drink. Teacher Gang Lu gave him a bottle, it's too sweet."
"Has the grade ranking come out yet?" Gu Fei took the Red Bull and asked.
"Why do you still care about this? The top 100 people don't have you, and the countdown doesn't have you." Lao Xu said.
"The first is Jiang Cheng, right?" Gu Fei asked with a smile.
When he mentioned this, Lao Xu suddenly became happy again, stood up, walked to the empty desk in the office, and waved to him: "Come and see."
Gu Fei took out his phone and walked over.
There is a large piece of red paper on the table. Lao Xu writes well in brush. He writes the grade rankings every year, and then posts them as part of the school's "cultural construction".
Gu Fei saw the first name at a glance, Jiang Cheng.
"Jiang Cheng?" He quickly picked up the phone and pressed the shutter on the paper, then turned around and left the office, "President Xu, go ahead and write."
After leaving Lao Xu's office, Gu Fei lowered his head and opened the post bar of No. 4 Middle School, posted a post with a small account, and brought the photo he just took.
"I passed by the office and saw it by accident. . . . Office Candid Shooting.avi