She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 286 What's the point of life if it's not number one?
The teacher who came to invigilate the exam this time should be a teacher who teaches minor subjects such as music, art and physical education, because the hair on his head is quite thick, unlike other teachers who teach major subjects, their foreheads are covered with shiny tiles. bright.

The invigilator is also quite young. He looks sunny and handsome. Of course, he is also good at talking.

It's just that he turned his head to the right, staring at the legendary school girl, school bully, school bully and three influential figures with the titles for a while, then decisively turned his head to the left, the first grader, and warmly talked to him The little girl chatted.

Logically speaking, this boy is good-looking and good at studying. He should be the type that is very popular with students and teachers. It's just that the boy's expression is a little too cold, as if the whole body is blatantly engraved with "I want to keep you!" Don't talk to me if you die" This line.

Naturally, the invigilator is not willing to risk his own life.

After all, the legend of one hitting seven is not only circulated among the students, but also the teachers of the younger generation have heard of it.

It’s just that the invigilator chatted for less than 2 minutes. To be more precise, he talked unilaterally for 2 minutes like a cross talk, and he heard a harsh sound of chair legs rubbing against the tiles on the floor.

The invigilator turned his head and met the beautiful and indifferent black eyes of the man of the hour.

"..."

What's going on, is this going to fight him?
Didn't he just say a few words to the little girl, and the little girl didn't pay much attention to him, she was smiling politely the whole time.

The posts on the third middle school’s post bar are too popular, and the younger generation of teachers are also willing to go to the post bar from time to time to eat melons from their own students.

After all, everyone has the heart of gossip.

Unfortunately, he had seen the hot post of the town building map two days ago, and knew the little things that the school bully and his little glutinous rice dumpling had to say.

The invigilator straightened up subconsciously.

"Teacher." Jing Xing's eyelashes drooped, and he called him in a very calm voice.

Invigilator: "...huh?"

Could it be that the next sentence is "What's your fucking name, the woman who dares to flirt with me, are you getting impatient"?
"Can I change places with her?" Jing Xing put one hand in the pocket of his school uniform jacket, pointed to the little girl next to him with the other, and asked politely.

"Ah?" The invigilator replied subconsciously, "Why?"

After asking, he regretted it, and wished he could answer "Yes" before the soul piercing for a second.

What if the question annoys him and he starts to fight again?
The invigilator hung anxiously in his throat, for fear that the boy would come up and give him big mouths if he disagreed.

"Her side is facing the door, there is wind." Jing Xing said.

Invigilator: "..."

No matter how cheap you are, what are you asking, just simply say "OK" and it's over, and you have to wait for someone to stuff your mouth with dog food, are you happy now?

"Teacher?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Jing Xing's eyelashes moved, and he said again.

"...Change it." The invigilator turned his head away, not wanting to see this blatant scene of throwing dog food.

Ah~ the water in the West Lake is his jealous tears~
He has a girlfriend now, and he is already 28, and he doesn't know where the girlfriend is hiding from.

Alas, I can't mention it, mentioning it is a tear of bitterness.

The teachers in No. [-] Middle School have always been very efficient in correcting papers. They almost graded on the same day after the exam, and even updated the transcript and honor roll at the same time.

It's just that after the exam, it's the weekend's turn. In order to take care of the students' mood, the school let the students have a good and relaxing weekend. After the exam papers were corrected on Friday night, there was no news of the report card in the class group. Instead, it was not until Monday morning that the report cards were sent to the head teachers of each class.

Lao Xu likes to print more report cards. In addition to pasting a copy on the wall of the front door, he will also put a thick stack on the desk, trying to make sure that every student in the class can hold a copy .

It's just that there are not many students in the class who love to study, and they can be counted with ten fingers. Therefore, except for the few girls who love to study in the front row, few people care about the pile of report cards on the desk.

Lin Qingyou stared at the report card in her hand for a while——

No.1: Jing Xing total score 714
No.2: Lin Qingyou's total score is 713
Her and Jing Xing's grades have always been like this, and there is usually a difference of one or two points in the classroom simulation quiz. Lin, the top student who got No.2 for the first time in his life, is a little depressed.

"Alas..." Lin Qingyou sighed faintly, lay down on the table listlessly, and muttered to herself, "If you can't be the first in grade, then what's the point of life?"

Du Mingyu: "?!"

Du Mingyu was crying with joy while hugging his [-]% math test paper. This was the closest he could get to the passing line through his own efforts in his life, but after hearing his Yuzu sister's words, Du Mingyu trembled all over.

What is "if you can't be the first in grade, then what is the meaning of life"?
Could it be that this is the legendary enlightenment that only belongs to a top student?
"Sister Yuzu, don't you think your score is already very high?" Du Mingyu spread out his eighty-point math paper on the table like a family heirloom, then turned around and said something.

710 three points!
Already an unattainable height for mortals, okay?
How can you be dissatisfied even after you have dropped No.3 by more than ten points?

"Is it high? I think it's okay." His younger sister Yuzu's tone was still faint, "I haven't gotten No.2 in the exam since I was a child."

Du Mingyu: "..."

I'm sorry, as a top seed player who has used his own strength to tell the teacher how many people there are in their grade all the year round, he feels that he may never be able to understand his Yuzu sister's idea.

"Sister Yuzu, why do you study so hard?" Du Mingyu asked her incomprehensibly.

At the age of sixteen and seventeen, isn't it the age when everyone loves to play?
Playing games, watching movies, chasing Korean dramas, and dating, these are the things that young people like them are passionate about.

Why is it that his Yuzu sister's head is not only studying but also studying?

Oh, no, it's time to add one--except for studying, it's a sweet campus love.

Lin Qingyou said "Huh?" and said with some doubts, "I didn't study hard either."

(End of this chapter)