Forty has a hurdle

Chapter 47
The sun rises as usual, and a new day begins.

Zhao Huan didn't know that his parents almost quarreled again last night because of his grades.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the originally quiet campus instantly turned into a noisy vegetable market, filled with countless laughing and rough-and-tumble sounds.

"Wang Zirui, why did you agree to the friend application on Zhixue.com yesterday? It was initiated by my mother."

Zhao Huan was listlessly lying on the guardrail of the aisle, tilting his head and complaining at the people around him.

"Ah? Then how do I know that your mother applied for it! What's the matter?"

Wang Zirui called Qu Dao.

"Don't mention it, my mother, taking my grades and comparing them with yours, I was so badly criticized that I even wondered if you were my long-lost brother.

I think my mother likes you much more than me! "

Zhao Huan stood up, straightened Wang Zirui's face, and looked at him pretendingly.

"Fuck you!" Wang Zirui scolded with a smile. "However, Zhao Huan, you should still work hard. You did not pass the exam this time, so you should play less games!"

For Zhao Huan, a friend, Wang Zirui still sincerely hopes that he can go to Hanzhou to go to school with him.

This guy Zhao Huan, usually in class, loves to laugh and make troubles, and also fights with those girls, he is quite popular with women.

He is different, except for studying, he is indifferent to other things, and basically has no common language with other people, let alone fighting with girls.

In the class, that means walking closer to Zhao Huan.

"Zhao Huan, Zhao Huan, come here!"

The two were chatting in the aisle, but they heard a girl in the classroom calling Zhao Huan's name loudly.

The two turned their heads and found that Chen Hanxi and Huang Siqi were chatting about something, and Chen Hanxi was waving vigorously at Zhao Huan.

This Chen Hanxi was Zhao Huan's deskmate, and he was fat and white. Zhao Huan didn't like this person because Chen Hanxi always liked to talk about others behind his back.

"Oh! Damn me, I have nowhere to put my charm!" Zhao Huan raised his hand and wiped his hair back coquettishly.

"Hahahaha." Wang Zirui laughed out loud at Zhao Huan's move, pushed him behind him, and pushed him into the classroom.

"Start playing if there is something to do, and leave the court if there is nothing to do. After all, what do you want me to do?"

Coming in front of several girls, Zhao Huan said in a low voice with his hands behind his back.

"Giggle cluck!"

"Oh, I laughed so hard, Zhao Huan, why are you so jolly?"

The girls burst out laughing.

The attention of other people in the classroom was instantly attracted by them.

Seeing other people looking over, Zhao Huan quickly shrank his head and sat down on the seat.

This sudden move once again caused several girls to laugh non-stop.

"Hey, what's the matter, I'm leaving now."

Seeing a few girls patronizing and laughing, but no one spoke, Zhao Huan got a little impatient waiting.

"Don't go, let me ask you, did Li Zhilei talk to anyone when she was in elementary school?"

Chen Hanxi grabbed Zhao Huan's arm and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, you can ask someone else."

Upon hearing this kind of question from Chen Hanxi, Zhao Huan's expression changed, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, he shook off Chen Hanxi's hand, walked out of the classroom, and stood with Wang Zirui again.

Although it has only been more than a month since the school started, students have already formed small groups one after another.

Among them, the seven or eight girls and boys headed by Chen Hanxi are the most prominent.

Most of the students in their small group were among the top 20 in the class in this monthly exam.

These students usually study and live together, and even play together on weekends.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, the reason why such small groups often get together is very simple.

There is a litter with good grades, a litter with poor grades, and even more of the ones who can't go up or down.

Just this morning, the head teacher re-adjusted the students' seats. Her method is very simple, she chooses the seats according to the class ranking.

Different from other classes, Teacher Tang doesn't care if you like it or not. She personally projects the class rankings in the classroom and reviews them one by one.

There are 53 students in the class, and Zhao Huan's ranking is 24th, which is already in the lower middle.

When choosing a seat, Zhao Huan chose the seat at the back of the middle. Who knew that Chen Hanxi, who was ranked 26, chose to sit with him. This made Zhao Huan very uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The top-ranked students basically choose the middle front and middle back of the classroom, and most of them are students after 30.

It doesn't mean that as long as students go to Qixing Middle School, they can be admitted to the key high schools in Hanzhou smoothly.

Whether you can learn well depends not only on the school's good school spirit and atmosphere, but also depends on whether the student is willing to learn.

Just like this time after the monthly exam, especially after seat selection, Zhao Huan found that some students seemed to have accepted their status as scumbags.

Obviously the middle position can still be chosen, but he chose the last position, and it is still the most corner position.

I don't know what these people are thinking, but Zhao Huan is working hard and wants to move forward when choosing seats next time.

"Old Wang, next time you choose a seat, you should choose a little sideways, and see if someone from them will come to sit with you."

Zhao Huan elbowed Wang Zirui.

What he wanted most was to sit with Wang Zirui, so that when he had a problem with his studies, he could ask Wang Zirui anytime.

"It's probably difficult."

Wang Zirui shrugged.

Sitting with him now is the 12th in the class, a boy named Bai Xingwen.

Everyone knows the benefits of sitting with classmates who are good at studying, and Wang Zirui is a piece of cake.

"Zhao Huan, Wang Zirui, I celebrate my birthday this weekend, can you two come?"

The two were talking when Bai Xingwen, Wang Zirui's tablemate, appeared beside them and extended an invitation to them.

"Ah! Good!"

"Ok."

Facing the invitation from their classmates, Zhao Huan and Wang Zirui naturally did not refuse and readily agreed.

"Old Bai, did you call those people?" Zhao Huan asked curiously.

"Huang Siqi, Chen Hanxi, Han Jingjing, Li Zhilei"

Bai Xingwen mentioned a series of names, and Zhao Huan was surprised to find that most of the invited students were ranked before the 20th in this exam.

"Jingle Bell!"

The short 10-minute break was over. With the ringing of the class bell, the students who had been chasing and fighting outside returned to the classroom one after another. They sat upright, cheered up 12 points, and devoted themselves to new learning.

(End of this chapter)