The soul penetrates the little paste bean, and the title becomes top-notch

Lin Fei looked at her face, which was so disgustingly distorted because of anger, that it was really disgusting and funny.

After staring for a while, Yang Xingyue withdrew his gaze, took a few steps back and said, "You win!"

"I never wanted to beat you." Lin Fei said calmly, "I just wanted to return the physics competition to a pure land."

"Then you are really great! Classmate Lin Fei!" Yang Xingyue said these words and walked away angrily.

Lin Fei looked at her leaving figure.

Alas, I am still a child at heart.

A kind of evil that has no scheming, innocent, and no lethality with its head covered.

Yang Xingyue didn't know where she ran. When Lin Fei turned around, she saw the two boys, both staring at her blankly.

Yang Xingyang's eyes were softer, unlike Gu Huai's, whose eyes were burning and predatory.

Lin Fei felt the weird atmosphere between the two boys, but she didn't want to think too much about it, and she didn't continue to flirt with them, so she just walked away.

Fortunately, there is no vulgar plot like an idol drama, and neither of the two boys chased it out infatuatedly.

There was no monitoring that was called up in time. During the award ceremony, the country's number one individual award and speech were given.

She didn't know what the outside world thought of Hulan Province, especially the physics competition students.

Anyway, judging from the news that her QQ space has never been cut off, it is already a storm in the city.

She has already set up QQ space message do not disturb.

Now when I enter it, I find the message 9999+.

Last time it was 999+, which is more than an order of magnitude higher.

The turbulent waves on the Internet have long since affected reality.

If you want to calm the storm, you still have to take action in reality.

Lin Fei was really tired and hungry.

It was almost one o'clock and she hadn't had lunch yet.

Logically speaking, the physics competition is not really over yet. Isn't there an awards ceremony in the afternoon?

Candidates from other provinces and schools still live in hotels off campus.

Lin Fei couldn't count on the school cafeteria of Su City No. 1 Middle School.

It’s so late, I’m afraid even the teachers’ cafeteria has closed!

It seems that I have to go to eat off campus.

Thinking of the strict and uncompromising guard, Lin Fei was still a little scared.

It is now class time for other students in Sucheng No. 1 Middle School. If they want to go out, they need permission from their class teacher and a leave note.

Lin Fei is going out now, and she really has a bad reputation.

It's not impossible to call Teacher He, but he should be busy discussing cheating with the physics competition organizing committee now, so you shouldn't disturb him.

She walked slowly along the rose-red brick wall.

The school's fence is very high, with not only sharp iron pillars, but also circles of iron rings at the top.

According to Lin Fei's memory of the sentence the class teacher used to scare the students, this iron ring should be electrified.

However, the iron ring in Sioux City No. 1 Middle School looks a bit old and shabby.

Some parts of the iron ring were in disrepair and had fallen inwards.

The seemingly solid iron ring was also covered with a thick layer of dust.

With some evil curiosity, Lin Fei explored the pointed iron ring with her fingers.

There is no electricity at all, just a hand full of dust.

Inside the wall is a lifeless classroom, and outside the wall is a colorful world.

Although reading and writing day after day can also generate interest. But who can withstand being locked up in a hellish place like this for six and a half days a week?

Lin Fei has not read much in this life. She is either resting on her laurels or training for physics competitions.

The trajectory of life is still very broad.

The management of physics competition training and problem-solving training are intensive, but the degree of freedom is still very high.

When she was studying, schools still allowed weekend breaks.

Today's schools reluctantly give students an afternoon off and have to send them back to school at five or six in the evening.

In the third year of high school, I still have to use various methods, and I can't wait to take away these few hours of relaxing time in the afternoon.

Even a robot will get tired, sad, and tired, right?

This kind of sigh and empathy reached its climax when Lin Fei looked at the outside world through the school fence.

This is not a prison, nor is it Auschwitz. It is probably similar to the harem of ancient emperors.

The students are like the willow trees in the palace wall. They have been cultivated and can only stretch out their branches and leaves slightly at the edge.

The square school looks up to the square sky.

Is such that.

Lin Fei thought so.

Go to the end of the fence—not the end, exactly.

This is a small corner of Sioux City No. 1 Middle School. The big black iron door is open and all kinds of things are piled up.

Most of them are display boards used in previous sessions, including but not limited to display of college entrance examination results, display of answer sheets for the top grades, drowning safety education, display of excellent blackboard newspapers...

Walking inside, there are some shabby table tennis tables and some other sports equipment.

There is much more dust on these things than on the iron ring.

Lin Fei looked up and saw a big tree planted at the end of the school wall, at the corner.

It flutters in the wind, and its huge body and branches show its age and strength.

Lin Fei looked at it from top to bottom, and her eyes fell on the table tennis table piled under the tree.

An interesting idea just popped up in her mind.

She was glad that she wasn't wearing a skirt today.

There don't seem to be any cameras around - it doesn't matter if there are, because who would have nothing to do to stare here?

She wanted to get out over the wall.

The meaning of climbing over the wall is to go out, but more importantly, to experience and give it a try.

Many times I feel like this. In those youth romance movies, there are always plots of skipping school.

"You always like to throw your schoolbag over the wall covered with vines. Those days are long, as if summer is always sunny."

Lin Fei often wondered whether the director of these films had ever attended high school, or had she attended a fake high school?

High school, high school students, in those works, there is a kind of nihilistic romanticism.

They seem to have no need to study and are immersed in some inexplicable little things every day.

The head teacher and school rules and regulations seemed to be just decorations.

They go wherever they want and do whatever they want.

Climbing over the wall and skipping classes is a necessary plot.

Lin Fei just thought, if she missed a class, wouldn't the teacher give me some credit?

Parents, can students accept the punishment after skipping class?

When will the missing courses be made up?

She is still too realistic and too bitter. If others put their willful ideas in front of her, she will reject them after she has conquered them herself.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself.

The consistent rules and guidance and education given by parents and teachers seem to be all gray. (End of chapter)