After Zhao Ping finished reading, he glanced at Ye Ci and shook his head helplessly.
I've tried to persuade you a long time ago, but I don't listen.
any idea
Up to now, the progress of the winter camp has passed halfway, and it is estimated that Ye Ci's situation will hardly improve.
She still insisted on continuing to participate in the finals, and continued to consume.
I really don't know what to draw.
Looking at her previous experience in Yunzhou No. 2 Middle School, she was also very good and smart, so how come she can't hold her back here
Ye Ci has actually thought of this ranking and score.
She went up to take back her paper, lowered her head slightly, expressionless.
When she returned to her seat, she heard Zhang Yanyan talking to the person next to her.
".No wonder I was so angry last time. If I didn't even get a fraction of the total score in the test, I wouldn't want others to see it."
"Hush, keep your voice down, she seems to have heard you."
"If you hear it, you hear it. What I'm telling is the truth. She passed all the exams, so she's afraid of being told? Besides, at this level, it's unbelievable that she is in the same school as Ning Li and Pei Song, or in the same class. Is their school really okay?"
"Hey, in fact, Yunzhou No. 2 Middle School can produce those two are already very good, and they have always been the first and second."
"It's really two kings with a bronze, oh, she may not even count as a bronze."
As Zhang Yanyan said, he looked at Ye Ci and sneered.
"Some people shouldn't even have an account."
Ye Ci closed her eyes, wanting to plug her ears, even more so wanting to tear Zhang Yanyan's mouth straight away!
But what happened last time was already very ugly.
She can't do that anymore.
On the podium, Zhao Ping has already started to lecture on the papers.
"Only five people in the class solved the third small question of the penultimate big question. Besides the solution I just mentioned, there is another solution."
Zhao Ping said, looking towards the last row of the classroom.
"Ning Li, Pei Song. You two have the same solution to this question. Discuss it and see who will come up with it?"
Everyone in the class turned their heads in unison.
have to.
As expected of being number one and number two from the same school, they can even hit this one.
Tan Ruiqun couldn't help asking in a low voice:
"Pei Song, have you learned this question before?"
Pei Song shook his head.
"No."
Tan Ruiqun glanced at his paper.
"Then you both wrote the same solution? It's a coincidence."
Pei Song looked at Ning Li.
"Who are we going?"
Ning Li said:
"You."
Pei Song nodded, got up from his seat, and walked towards the podium.
The boy's figure was thin and straight, his indifferent brows and eyes were hidden behind the glasses, and he took a chalk and began to write.
His writing on the blackboard is very beautiful.
Some students below began to copy, and some were staring at it thoughtfully.
Pei Song finished writing quickly.
Zhao Ping stood by and said:
"Let's talk about this."
Pei Song nodded.
"good."
The cold and indifferent voice of a teenager sounded in the quiet classroom.
The girls sitting in the front seat could hardly move their eyes away from him.
After Pei Song finished speaking, Zhao Ping nodded appreciatively, and looked at Ning Li again.
"Ning Li, do you have anything else to add?"
Ning Li shook her head.
"No, I have the same idea as Pei Song."
Pei Song put the chalk back, and he paused slightly upon hearing this.
But it was only for a moment, and with his always restrained emotions, no one noticed this subtle movement.
After class.
A few girls got together and looked behind from time to time.
"Pei Song is really good! He has good grades and looks handsome. In contrast, our school's school girl is simply eye-catching!"
"Hey! It's a pity that the winter camp is only two weeks away. When it's over, I won't be able to see this face! By the way, guess what, does Pei Song have a girlfriend?"
"I heard no, but Yunzhou No. 2 Middle School has a lot of girls who like him. If he wants to talk, isn't it a matter of minutes?"
"Tsk, people only want to study, why would they care about these?"
The classroom was quite noisy, but these words were intermittent, and you could actually hear the general idea.
Pei Song didn't seem to care much about these, his expression was calm.
He looked at the paper, his eyes stayed on the question for a moment, and finally he folded it and put it in the book.
Ning Li went to fetch the water and came back, passing by those girls.
Someone asked:
"Hey, Ning Li, can I ask you something?"
Ning Li stood still:
"What?"
The girl lowered her voice:
"Do you know, does Pei Song have someone he likes?"
Pei Song's brows moved slightly, and he glanced this way.
Ning Li didn't pay attention, thought for a while, and said:
"I think should not be?"
In my impression, Pei Song seems to be indifferent to everyone.
"That, that, what does he like?"
Ning Li shook her head.
"I don't know."
Several girls showed regret.
Ning Li and him were classmates, and she didn't even know about it, so they had nowhere to ask.
Pei Song leaned on the back of the chair, lowered his gaze, and saw the two words unconsciously written on the straw paper.
Ning Li.
He turns a page.
"One thing to say, Pei Song is really the No. 1 school grass I have ever seen. Even the school grass of Beijing No. 1 Middle School in the past few years is almost meaningless compared to him."
A girl sighed.
Cao Jingxuan was sitting next to her, but when she heard this, she smiled.
"That's not necessarily true, isn't there Senior Lu?"
Ning Li was going back to her seat, but when she heard this, she paused slightly.
The girl asked suspiciously:
"Which Senior Lu?"
Cao Jingxuan smiled and said:
"Who else?"
"Lu Huaiyu, Senior Lu."
Ning Li: Senior Lu
Lu Er: Good boy, call me husband
(end of this chapter)