Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Before they had time to feel the slightest bit of sadness, Thirty finished reading again.

Still no my name!

My legs trembled, and I almost couldn't help going up to see if it was printed wrong?Did you read it wrong?Is that classmate kidding me?

My mind was blank, and one familiar name after another gradually passed through my ears, and those nerds who I used to look down on all surpassed me in the rankings!

What the hell are you doing?Even if I didn't do well in science, I should still be able to gain a firm foothold in liberal arts. [

Is it because the teacher is deliberately messing with me because I don't study at night every day?

I was panting, and a sense of failure that I had never experienced before gradually took over my heart.

After reading forty people, I still don't have my name.

There are only fifty students in the class.

In other words, I can only be a student in the bottom ten.

reciprocal?

These two words have never settled in my head!

"Hey, the rest of the students are counting down. I won't read it. If you want to see it, come and see." The classmate laughed and was about to step down.

"Finish." I said coldly.

The class was noisy at first, and my voice was not loud, but after I spoke, it gradually quieted down.

"Huh?" The classmate on the stage was a little dazed.

"Finish." I said again.

"Oh, oh." The classmate hurriedly responded, he knew he couldn't offend me.

It is said that I have also become one of the most annoying characters in the city.

The names continued, and the rest of the students were basically "paying" students who were placed in.

They chatted and played cards in the last few rows of the class all day long, and even the teacher didn't bother to care about them.

And my name is still behind them!

"Zhou Ming, No. 40 and five." The student didn't stop, and continued to read until he finished reading the last one, then put the ranking list back on the podium, and stepped off the stage gently.

Because my two sentences of "read it finished" coldly made the atmosphere in the class a little weird, and everyone held their breath and dared not speak.A few daring students peeked at me, trying to figure out what was going on. [

They didn't know what happened at all. They thought it was normal, because I was a little gangster, and there was no essential difference from those trash students who were playing around all day long.