After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 47 Hate Iron Is Not Steel

At this moment.

As Teacher Li approached, he had already confirmed that the first student who walked out of the examination room was An Ting from his own class.

Some students also left early yesterday, but it was due to physical reasons.

In this way, An Ting is the first non-patient student who left early this year, and even set a new record in the past five years - leaving an hour early.

In the early years, there were candidates who were ten, twenty, ten minutes, or even half an hour ahead of schedule.

But... this is a full hour.

English is still one of the main subjects!

The bastard!Didn't you just say that you will take the No. [-] middle school exam a while ago, and you bet with others?It's broken so quickly, and English is only halfway through, so I give up!
Am I really seeing the wrong person?

Teacher Li hated iron for being weak, for a while, he kept beating his chest, a little bit unable to bear his bad temper, and was about to go up and criticize and scold him.

In the next second, Lao Chen, the dean of instruction and vice-principal of the junior high school in his hometown, appeared. He quickly stopped Teacher Li and said, "Don't, don't, the TV reporter is still here. Don't touch him. Let's see how he accepts the interview..."

Lao Zhou, the head teacher of the second class next door, echoed, "What if there is something unspeakable?"

"Okay... let's see how this kid accepts the interview!" Mr. Li said fiercely——An Ting, you better have something to hide!

Different from Mr. Li's mentality of hating iron but not steel, Lao Chen, as the dean of students and vice-principal, has a big structure and doesn't care about a rat shit...

Every class has its black sheep, and this one is no exception...

After all, it is a junior high school in a township, and one can go to school with a household registration. Naturally, the source of students is uneven, the excellent ones are very good, and the bad ones are very bad.

Get used to it, get used to it long ago.

Old Chen is well aware of a truth - society needs diversion, and it is impossible for everyone to go to high school. He doesn't care which student goes to high school, which student goes to technical secondary school, and which student enters the society.

An Ting... Lao Chen has heard about this problem student, let him die, as long as he doesn't talk nonsense in front of the TV reporters.

Compared with Anting's personal future, Lao Chen is more worried about the school's reputation.

Followed by.

Several teachers quietly approached An Ting and reporter Huang Mei and listened silently.

"Student, there are 55 minutes before the end of the exam. Why did you come out so early? What happened? Are you feeling unwell?"

Huang Mei had already made up her mind that the boy in front of her was healthy and pain-free, and he didn't look like a top student. At this time, he would either be a bad student, or be caught cheating.

The reason why the question was so tactful was just to put on airs.

It's impossible to say something directly—this classmate, did you cheat or got caught for cheating?

An Ting is a reborn person, far less immature than he looks. Seeing through the contempt hidden deep in the politeness in the other person's eyes, he knows in his heart that he dares to feel that he is being underestimated. Although he doesn't care about a passerby's opinion at all, why should a reborn person be underestimated.

He didn't take it seriously, showing a confident smile that made people unquestionable, and calmly said: "I don't feel uncomfortable, I will come out after finishing..."

It was so calm that it was impossible to refute.

As if to state an indisputable thing.

"Um... Finished?" Huang Mei couldn't believe it. Fortunately, it wasn't a live broadcast, so there was still room for her to change her attitude. She changed her mind and said, "Oh... that's great. Is the English test difficult?"

Lao Chen, Mr. Li, and Mr. Zhou all thought that An Ting was a bad boy, so they came out so early.

After finishing, it is also very possible to write blindly. After all, it is English. This is a subject that can be learned. The formula-three long and one short choose the shortest; three short and one long choose the longest; two long and two short choose B...

Just when they thought this guy would answer it was difficult, they heard An Ting say lightly: "It's very simple..."

Everyone gasped, what the hell was this idiot talking about.

Reporter Huang Mei was from the urban area and didn't know Anting well. She didn't know that he was a well-known student.

Hearing the other party's answer, coupled with that weird smile, she began to doubt herself. Could it be that I judge people too much by their appearance?

This...couldn't be a top student, right?

Who said that a sleeveless vest, big pants and flip flops can't be a top student! ?
Huang Mei adjusted her mentality, and asked as usual, "Then how much score do you think you can take?"

This is a must-ask for everyone.

But whoever is interviewed has to accept this question.

Seeing this, Lao Chen and Teacher Li put their hearts into their throats - this is going to be on TV, please, An Ting, don't be ashamed of yourself, report a lower score casually, and pretend nothing happened.

Unexpectedly, An Ting said to himself: "It depends on the composition..."

"Depends on the composition?"

"Well, as many points are deducted for the composition, my total score will be reduced by as many points."

As soon as this word comes out.

Lao Chen, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhou, and even the parents who arrived early in the neighborhood turned into characters in the animation one by one. After hearing the protagonist's shocking speech, they petrified on the spot.

Rao is the sweat on Huang Meidu's forehead.

Difficult to stretch!

It's hard not to break a sweat.

……

Fortunately.

Except for English, An Ting did not hand in the papers in advance for the next test subjects. Like a mental patient who suddenly had a seizure, he suddenly became normal.

The other examinees in the same examination room were all terrified.

Xu Qingshu, who was in charge of the exam, silently marked An Ting, regardless of whether he was a scumbag or a ruffian, but he must be an idiot who took his future as a joke.

I'm afraid that this bad student will suddenly do something out of the ordinary.

An Ting didn't care about other people's gazes and thoughts. His motives were not complicated. He just wanted to try something he hadn't tried before, such as submitting papers in advance in the big life exam.

Tried it and was satisfied.

After the afternoon exam.

Song Ci went home with An Ting. The former was hesitant to talk all the way. She actually took a little time to think about An Ting at noon.

Maybe... English is too difficult, and this person gave up completely.

In middle school, many boys are not good at English...

That is one subject, there is an exam tomorrow, Song Ci doesn't want to criticize him at this juncture, silence is golden, as if nothing happened.

Anting did not mention the matter of submitting the papers in advance.

on the dinner table.

Because the exam was not over yet, Papa An and Aunt Song didn't want to make it too grand, but just prepared a table of hearty home-cooked dishes that were not too greasy.

Father An is impatient. He clearly thought about it beforehand but asked about the exam situation. Halfway through the meal, he couldn't help but asked, "How was the exam?"

That sentence again—are you winning son?

"Hey, you...you, you clearly promised me not to ask the children this question today." Aunt Song complained.

In fact, Aunt Song is very clear about her daughter's grades. She is a truly proud daughter of heaven, and she will do nothing if she asks her. Her mentality has little effect in the face of absolute strength.

The reason why he avoids taboo is because he cares about Anting.

Aunt Song has also seen the child's previous report card - it is really tragic.

It is true that Aunt Song likes Anting very much, but she also has a deep understanding of this child - high EQ: lively and active, not good at learning.

Papa An slapped his forehead, smiled awkwardly, and said: "Hahaha, look at my head, I can't help it for a while, don't worry about it, don't answer, just try your best."

however.

An Ting, who was wolfing down food, swallowed a mouthful of food, without blushing and heartbeat, and said: "No problem..."

"That's good, that's good..." Father An and Aunt Song said in unison.

Only Song Ci was staring at the boy with strange eyes, hesitated to speak, and handed in the paper an hour in advance, which was a big problem, even Song Ci, who was the first in grade, dared not do it.

Afterwards, Papa Ann and Aunt Song focused on cooking.

At this moment, the TV on the side of the dining room played the local news, which happened to be the scene of Anting being interviewed in his hometown junior high school.

The sentence "How much the composition is deducted, how much the total score difference" permeated the room.

The two sprayed rice on the spot.

(End of this chapter)