Ji Xingling scored 99 in the Chinese language test this time. Although he passed, it was considered a step backward compared to the score in the first test, and it was also lower than the overall average score in the joint test this time. And with a score of 99, even Mr. Kobayashi Ben Lin thought, why couldn't the marking teacher give one more point to make everyone happy
Sure enough, after the young master knew his score, his first reaction was also, this fucking... just one point away
He said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, who changed the test paper, did it on purpose? Did you take a closer look for me? I think it should be hundreds of things this time."
"I took a quick glance." Lin Jing said, "Actually, if the teachers of this school mark the papers, you must have more than this score."
Ji Xingling didn't understand: "What do you mean if a teacher from this school grades the papers, you mean that the teachers from other schools will deliberately target me, so points will be deducted crazily? Damn, why is that? I haven't gone to fight outside school recently."
"No one targeted you, and you were victimized and wanted to accept it." Lin Jing had no choice but to say, "I mean, can your handwriting be any uglier? Teachers in this school will be merciful when marking papers, because they are used to it, but other teachers I'm not used to it, and the teachers who graded the college entrance examination will not be used to it. In your composition this time, I read the first sentence three times before I realized it was written 'I like to observe water'. It's true that you like to observe, but' Is it necessary to write the word 'Observation' full of overflowing words, what were you happy about at that time?"
"..."
The eldest young master explained: "I'm not happy. I listened to you, and it shouldn't be a dark mess. That's why I capitalized it on purpose, trying to make every stroke and every stroke obvious."
"It's quite obvious." Lin Jing said truthfully, "It's very ugly."
Ji Xingling "cut", sat back in his seat, and refused to discuss this issue any further.
Lin Jing looked at him sideways: "Are you angry?"
"No." Ji Xingling looked indifferently, looked at the blackboard casually, and licked his last tooth habitually.
"Well, I did tell you to write clearly before." Lin Jing said, "But if you don't want to write consecutively this time, the small grid is completely enough, and you don't need to fly out. And the content of your composition The writing is very good, and the beginning is not the same as before, piled up for a long paragraph... There is progress."
Ji Xingling glanced at him sideways: "What did you pause for, did you intend to say 'nonsense'?"
Lin Jing: "I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense."
Ji Xingling's teeth were itchy, so he simply brought him over and pressed his backhand on the table: "Hey, did you get used to mocking me? Is there a teacher like you who can't be gentle when talking to me?" a little?"
He was tall and strong, and when he leaned down, he looked like some kind of beast rushing out of the deep forest in the early morning, with cold threats all over his body and a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.
Lin Jing's eyelashes trembled. His chin rested on the table, his arms were twisted behind him, and he couldn't use much strength. With a little struggle, his side face could touch the warm breath of the other party.
"Let go of me first."
"Don't let go."
Ji Xingling may also have been embarrassed by the phrase "the word is obviously ugly", and with a bit of bad intentions of deliberately bullying, he got closer to him, and gently pressed his chin against the hot blood-red earlobe: "Hey, Do you seem to have tinnitus again?"
The brain seemed to be pierced by electric current, Lin Jing's scalp was numb, and he gritted his teeth hard, trying to throw the opponent off. At this moment, a few boys from class two came to the classroom to look for Ji Xingling. We all had a good relationship playing together, so we had the courage to start a silly activity among boys with the young master, and immediately joined in the fun, stacking one on top of the other, like dumpling wrappers for Chinese New Year.
"Damn it!" Ji Xingling was caught off guard, and he was convinced of the insanity, "Get out!"
A group of dicks are happy, don't get lost.
"There must be something wrong!" Ji Xingling's chest was tight, and he put his hands on Lin Jing's side, trying to lift his body up so as not to crush his teacher Xiao Lin, and cursed, "Go away!"
The girls in the surrounding circle held the books and flashed away, so as not to suffer innocent people. Wei Xue couldn't see it, so she yelled loudly: "The teacher is here!"
Basically the same effect as "Wolf is Coming".
A group of boys rushed back to class two, Ji Xingling didn't care about anything else, and pulled Lin Jing up: "How are you?"
"It's okay." The heat on his ears hadn't subsided yet, Lin Jing unscrewed the water bottle and took two sips. The movement was a little too big, and the water overflowed from the mouth of the bottle, flowing over his chin and school uniform.
Wei Xue flipped through a pack of tissues from her schoolbag, and just as she turned around to hand them over, she saw Ji Xingling stretched out her hand and wiped it carelessly: "Slow down."
"..."
"Stop messing around and read your book carefully." Lin Jing was exhausted and his mind was a little messed up, so he turned his head slightly to avoid it.
Ji Xingling asked, "Are you not angry?"
"without."
The word "no" doesn't sound very credible, so Young Master Ji continued to forcibly find a topic: "You went to Lao Wang's office, and you only read one subject of Chinese, and you haven't come out yet?"
"Math 92, English 91, History 62, Geography 48, Politics 51."
Ji Xingling:
Ji Xingling: "No, just wait a moment."
Ji Xingling: "This is my score?"
Lin Jing replied, "It's not mine anyway."
Ji Xingling thought about it, and that's right, Mr. Xiao Lin's record of kings will never be 48.
However, he asked again and calculated on the paper: "Fuck, the total score is 444? This is too unlucky!"
"You made a mistake." Lin Jing glanced at his notebook, "Five plus three equals eight."
Ji Xingling: "...Although it's true, but one point less seems to be worse?"
The difference between 443 and 450 is the gap between the young master Duo Meng's answer to the two multiple-choice questions, or the neater writing.
It should be within easy reach!
Ji Xingling lay on the table, very shocked: "Okay, you can continue to mock me."
"Why are you mocking, this time you passed all three major subjects, and you got 92 in the math test, and your total score is higher than last time." Lin Jing said, "You should be happier."
"You don't understand." Ji Xingling lost interest, "I promised my mother that you can only pass 450 in the exam... Heck, forget it, how much did you take?"
Lin Jing said, "It's okay."
"You don't have to be afraid of hitting me." Ji Xingling rubbed his head, "Brother Xing, you can hold on, and you can make the storm come a little harder."
Lin Jing replied: "698."
This is not a violent storm, it is simply a thunderstorm.
Ji Xingling took a minute to digest Teacher Xiao Lin's score: "First place in the entrance exam?"
"Tied for first place."
"Why is there still a tie, Li Moyuan?"
"No, from the Ninth Middle School." Lin Jing said, "President Li failed the political exam. It seems that he is not feeling well, so he was pulled down by more than ten points."
Although the ten points of the joint entrance examination are not as good as the ten points of the college entrance examination, it can also make the overall ranking plummet.
Ji Xingling recalled: "Not feeling well? When I sent you to the examination room, was he eating apples crazily? It looked okay. I was wondering if it was so delicious. He looked intoxicated like a squirrel. .”
"Shut up." Lin Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't mention this to your face, it doesn't matter if you fail a test or two."
I will definitely not mention it, I regret that my 443 is too late.
Ji Xingling curled his lips, thinking of the new mobile phone and monster coins that flew away, he was listless even when he came home from school.
Hu Meimei was stewing sweet soup by the pot, and said with a smile, "Go and change your clothes, and then come to the kitchen and help mom."
"Okay." Since you didn't get 450 in the test, you can only use diligent housework to increase your favorability. The young master was very upbeat, he went straight to the bedroom after changing his shoes, but as soon as he opened the closet, a black cloud of electric light rushed towards him!
"I—" He was forced to change back to his original body after speaking the uncivilized language, and Black Mist also transformed into an adult unicorn, biting it from the back of the neck, and rolled onto the bed together.
The unicorn cub was flattened, his face was deformed, and he was very pissed. He thought weakly: My dad is crazy again.
The big Qilin kissed his son affectionately with his forehead, licked the corner of the little meat, and finally bit his ear and threw the baby Beibei on his back, leading him out of the window.
While cooking soup, Hu Meimei looked at the black mist hovering outside the window and said, "Come back early!"
The big unicorn agreed, and rushed to the sky with his son on his back.
In the cloud peak, Qiulong and his wife were taking a walk, when they suddenly saw a cloud of lightning rushing towards them, they hurriedly changed places.
The basket in Aunt Qingluan's hand was also knocked into the clouds, and she couldn't pull it out for a long time.
The bird was tired all day, and originally wanted to find a quiet cloud to rest, but the Qilin stepped on its front paw, and it hurt so much that it thumped on the spot!
Grandpa Li Long, the oldest, tried to maintain order: "I said—"
Then he watched helplessly as the two groups of black electric light, one big and one small, flew away in front of him, flying away very arrogantly, leaving not even a trace of cloud behind.
Not far away, Lu Duan's mother was holding her little cub by her forelimbs, and she was speaking softly, when there was a "bang" in her ear, and the thunder cloud fireworks exploded.
The big unicorn is majestic and majestic, carrying his son on his back and rushing further into the sky.
Cub Lu Duan was at a loss as to what to do, with an explosive rock head that was electrified into a lion: "..."
Lu Duan's mother called her husband angrily: "Can you still take care of your distant cousin! If it comes to the house again next time, I will never open the door!"
Lu Duan's father was perfunctory: "Oh, you know, my cousin just likes to show off his cub."
When the little unicorn was full moon, the big unicorn forced all relatives and friends to tour and admire his son. After the cub grows up a little bit, he will go to the sky when he has nothing to do. He is a very qualified and unqualified parent, and he can do whatever he likes.
Lu Duan's mother: "I can't stand it!"
Lu Duan's father: "Yes, yes, yes."
The rest of the beasts: "Yes, yes, yes."
But there's nothing you can do if you can't stand it. Things like domineering and domineering are mostly genetic.
Hu Meimei set the time for the oven, and then went to mix fruit salad.
The adult unicorn turned back into Mr. Ji, and hugged his wife from behind: "Thank you."
Hu Meimei turned around with a smile and fed him a small tomato.
The unicorn cub was tired from playing, maybe it was hit by 443, and he didn't want to talk, so he continued to maintain his animal shape, lying on Ji Minglang's back, and only lazily "hummed" from his nose, indicating that he wanted to eat.
"Go wash your hands and change your clothes." Hu Meimei ignored him and only exchanged a brief kiss with her husband.
Ji Minglang was very satisfied with his status, and held the cub's little front hoof with one hand, "I went to see your Principal Tang today."
The unicorn cub lost all sleepiness.
Hu Meimei arranged flowers on the dining table.
While serving sweet soup, Ji Minglang said, "I never thought before that just because of my irritable personality, I would be the principal of the school."
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Ji Xingling came out of the bedroom while putting on a T-shirt.
Ji Minglang said, "I just praised you and looked at the test scores."
Ji Xingling acted like a good boy: "But I didn't get 450 in the test."
"It doesn't matter if it's five or six points short." Ji Minglang waved his hand, "I've already told your mother that the mobile phone and pocket money are fine."
Hu Meimei slapped her husband: "You just spoil him, I haven't agreed yet."
Ji Xingling: "Oh."
"It's better like this." Ji Minglang suggested, "Dad will lend you 7 points this time, and you will get at least a 457 in the next final exam, how about it?"
"Don't you need to charge interest?" Hu Meimei made a decision, "Five hundred points!"
Ji Xingling vomited blood: "Mom, the teacher said that the further you go, the harder it is to improve your grades. You can't have unreasonable expectations of a 50-point increase every time."
"It's not at the end yet, I don't think it's okay to be a little aggressive." Hu Meimei was unmoved, "How many points did Xiao Jing test?"
Ji Xingling paused for a moment, "Why don't you give me the new phone first, and we'll talk about it later." Otherwise, Mr. Xiao Lin, who has a total score of almost 700, will compare it to others, let alone the new phone, and maybe even dinner will become a memory of bitterness. sweet.
When Lin Jing was mentioned, Ji Minglang thought of another thing: "When is it convenient for you, let's invite the classmate next door and his aunt out for a meal, and thank him for taking care of you in terms of study."
"No need." Ji Xingling was not interested, "We don't like to have dinner with our parents, we're too tired, how about this, I bought a discounted evil fortune bag earlier—"
"I just miss your lucky bag." Hu Meimei laughed, "I already told my father that he will go find Uncle Mi."
It's just that Mirage has been a little busy recently, and may not be free until next month.
Ji Minglang nodded: "Don't worry, if you're worried about what happened to Qiongqi and Jinhuamao last time, you should take care of him at school, don't follow Zhou Zhou over the wall to skip class and play games all the time."
Ji Xingling was puzzled: "Dad, you haven't met Lin Jing yet, how come your status surpasses that of Yizhou? How did my mother boast?"
"It's not all about your mother." Ji Minglang said, "When I went to school today, I happened to meet a little girl who confessed to him."
Ji Xingling was taken aback, when did this happen, why didn't I know
Ji Minglang said with emotion: "The children of today are really amazing. They have great ambitions at a young age, and they are all about building the motherland."
Ji Xingling continued to be at a loss: "What kind of motherland should we build?"
…
After Lin Jing took a shower, he sat at the table and read a book for a while, when he heard a knock on the door.
"My dad came back from a business trip today." Ji Xingling held the book in one hand and a can of chocolate in the other, "Do you want to eat bittersweet?"
"It's okay, thank you."
The chocolate is dense and slightly bitter. Lin Jing brought over two bottles of milk: "Then did you get a new phone?"
When this topic was mentioned, Ji Xingling looked up to the sky and sighed: "Yes, but at the same time I owe a huge debt of 500% at the end of the term."
Lin Jingxiao helped him insert the milk straw: "Do you want to do math together?"
"Yeah." Ji Xingling pulled back the chair, "My dad said that he went to school today and met a girl who gave you a gift. Is it true?"
Lin Jing turned his pen around: "Really, but I refused."
"I know you refused." Ji Xingling looked at him, and couldn't help asking, "But why did you refuse in such a popular, professional and stalwart way?"
Lin Jing didn't even bat an eyelid: "Can't I not fall in love early in order to build the motherland?"
"..."
There was a moment of silence in the room.
Lin Jing was a little bit regretful, and felt that he shouldn't have picked up the quarrel just now, but he had already said what he had said, should Mr. Xiao Lin go back on the spot and admit, "I can actually fall in love early, and I didn't talk so much when I rejected girls before. This time The reason why you have been talking for a long time is entirely because you saw your father standing next to the gazebo, and you want to gain a wave of favorability in front of your parents"
How can it be!
A handsome guy's face is more important than anything else!
So he forcibly carried the political pot.
Yes, I just want to build the motherland.
But I still added a sentence: "I don't like that girl, why did I fall in love early, okay, let's do your question."
Ji Xingling was in a better mood: "From now on, you have to report this kind of thing as soon as possible, do you remember?"
"Why are you so gossip."
"I'm caring about you, can I talk!"
Lin Jing dodged his hand and continued to work on the problem.
The chocolate is melted in the hot milk, and the circles of soft and slightly bittersweet are haloed out.
…
The exam papers for the joint entrance exam were sent out quickly, and Lin Jing's English and maths could be directly used as the answers, without any trace of alteration. The large-scale superstitious activity of touching test papers in the first class of the second year of high school was launched again. Marx and Lenin came in and were taken aback: "Where are you stealing money?"
"No, let's touch Brother Lin's scroll."
"It's called score sharing."
"It would be great if we could share it, so I don't have to worry about it." Marx and Lenin followed with music, "Okay, let's all sit back and touch Brother Lin's test papers in the next class break. And Mr. Li, apart from my politics, you Other subjects can also be contributed to the masses, satisfying everyone's desire for full marks."
Li Moyuan has been in a depressed mood for the past two days. Although he knows that it has nothing to do with strength, and there is no need to pay too much attention to this kind of quiz, but it is the first time in his high school career that he fell from the throne of the first place in his grade, and he fell far away. He is always a little depressed , even the words are much less.
"Teacher, I'm sorry." He stood up, "I will definitely pass the exam next time."
Marxism-Leninism and Ning Fangfei have the same style, they basically don't know how to scold students, and they are even more reluctant to bear with Li Moyuan, and let him sit down after a few words of teasing. Wei Xue glanced at the same table several times from the corner of her eye, hesitated to speak, and waited until the big break, when there were few people in the classroom, she asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"
"It's nothing." Li Moyuan replied truthfully, "It's rare that I failed the exam once. I wanted to feel ashamed and reflect on it, but everyone came to comfort me. While comforting me, I had to repeat how awesome I was before. How do I feel? , It’s better than the treatment of 750 in the exam, it’s a bit higher.”
Wei Xue was delighted to hear it: "Then you are frowning, I thought you were really hit by Lin Jing, and I was taken aback."
"Hey, it has nothing to do with me." The people at the back table protested, "How could Mr. Li be hit by me."
"How can you eavesdrop on us!"
"To be honest, sister Xue, your voice is almost as loud as the microphone, and I still have an earphone plugged in, so I can hear the diss behind your back."
"You're Mike."
Wei Xue threw over a bag of Huamei: "If you buy it, shut up."
Mr. Xiao Lin took money to do things, he was innocent, and crossed his fingers on the spot to seal his mouth.
OK, you continue to give Li Zongai your care, and I will eat Huamei.
It's just that before the package was opened, a hand stretched out from the side and took away a large bag, with a hoarse and lazy voice that had just woken up: "Don't eat."
Lin Jing said the condition: "One person is half."
"If I say I'm not allowed to eat it, then I'm not allowed to eat it." Ji Xingling stretched his muscles, took Huamei out of the classroom, and threw it to the boys in the next class, "Take it back and eat it."
"Thank you Brother Xing."
"..."
A few minutes later, the young master returned to the classroom with a bag of snacks, and threw it into Lin Jing's arms: "Here."
Stuffed to the brim, plum fries, wafers, biscuits, beef strips, chocolate, all kinds of packaging and flavors, some people believe that they just robbed a convenience store.
"..."
Ji Xingling put the school uniform on his head and continued to sleep.
After a while, he heard the rustling sound of unpacking from his side.
Then the lower lip was touched lightly, with the sweet and sour smell of green plum.
So he opened his mouth cooperatively.
Fuck, it's so fucking sour, what kind of unscrupulous product is this.
After Lin Jing finished feeding him, she also ate one.
The fingertips still had a little soft and moist touch just now.
Sweet.
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Qingluan: With two sounds of luan, it is a divine bird that often accompanies the Queen Mother of the West. The one with the most red color is the phoenix, and the one with the most blue color is the luan. According to legend, it is one of the nine chicks bred by the phoenix and the phoenix.
Qiulong: two qiu sounds, a horned dragon.
Grave bird: Two lei sounds, like a magpie, but with red and black feathers, two heads, and four feet, which can ward off fire.
Lilong: Twice, black dragon, there is a jewel under the jaw, you can get great wisdom if you get it.
Luduan: Lu has four sounds, similar to a unicorn, with a rhinoceros horn, a lion's body, a dragon's back, a bear's claws, a fish scale, and an oxtail. It can travel 18,000 miles a day and speak four languages.