She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 362 Unacceptable Prize

This college league is very different from the preliminaries and finals of No. [-] High School. Jing Xing just read the previous year's league questions brought by Lao Xu the day before yesterday. It is not comparable to this kind of small fight in No. [-] Middle School.

There are more than 30 high schools in Xiangzhou City, and [-] of them participated in this college league. The high schools attached to Xiangzhou University, Haida High School, Xiangzhou Experimental High School, Xiangzhou No. [-] Middle School and No. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon's prestigious school really doesn't have any sense of presence.

What's more, for those league questions that were as difficult as the Olympiad, he and Xiao Nuomi Duanzi were okay, but the rest of their team was not so good.

Not to mention Du Mingyu and Xu Changhao, even Ji Anran and Qiao Yuyu couldn't do it.

"Jing Xing?" Lin Qingyou saw that he had been staring out the window in a daze since the beginning of class, and poked his arm with a carbon pen, "What are you thinking?"

Jing Xing pulled himself out of his thoughts, sighed with some headaches, and said, "I was thinking, where can I get some walnuts?"

Lin Qingyou was stunned for a moment: "Walnuts?"

Why did you mention walnuts all of a sudden?
Jing Xing: "Well, I see that Lao Xu is so enthusiastic about this competition, I think it might be the prizes of the competition that attracted him."

Lin Qingyou combined his two sentences before and after, and got the information she wanted: "So, the prize for this competition is a walnut???"

Jing Xing nodded with a calm expression. Although he also knew that this prize was a bit unacceptable, the fact is that the first prize is three walnuts, the second prize is two walnuts, and the third prize is one. Walnut.

Oh, and an entry prize-crushed walnut skins.

"...Why are the prizes walnuts?" Lin Qingyou originally thought that the stack of romance novels given by the No. [-] Middle School was already weird enough, but she didn't expect that there were people outside the world, and there was a sky beyond the sky, and the weird prizes were still waiting for her.

"Maybe the organizer's home grows walnuts." Jing Xing said.

Lin Qingyou: "..."

His statement is even more outrageous.

"Okay, okay, wake up, don't sleep—"

Lin Qingyou was thinking about this outrageous walnut, when there was a crisp sound from the podium in front of her, it seemed to be the sound of a blackboard eraser hitting the podium, shaking most of the drowsy students in the class to wake up instantly A few points.

This is Mrs. Fang's class. Originally, in her class, the students didn't dare to be too presumptuous and go to bed blatantly. Although Mrs. Fang basically doesn't care what the students below are doing, as long as it doesn't delay her lecture Yes, but ever since she discovered that No.1 and No.2 in the grade were in the class she taught, Teacher Fang's self-confidence returned instantly. She felt that no matter how hard she worked, she might be able to do it again. Teach the top ten students in several grades.

Obviously, there is a very good saying, not a family, do not enter a family, Mrs. Fang, like Lao Xu, is very easy to have blind confidence in the children in their class.

But now, Teacher Fang's self-confidence has begun to suffer setbacks. She feels that the biggest difficulty she has encountered in teaching in the past three to forty years is probably Du Mingyu in this class.

I don't know how she offended God in her previous life, so God sent such a fairy child to add such a strong touch to her teaching career.

"Du Mingyu, come on, stand up." Mrs. Fang felt that when she mentioned his name, even the roots of her teeth and her skull were throbbing with pain.

Du Mingyu was lying on the table to read the pile of romance novels in which the pharaoh fell in love with me that he won in the competition a few days ago. The book shelf in front of him was stacked with a thick layer of papers, which just covered him strict.

"Du Mingyu?" Seeing that no one stood up, Mrs. Fang yelled again, "Du Mingyu? Didn't Du Mingyu come today? Did you ask for leave?"

Lin Qingyou looked forward through the small gap on the side of the book stand. Du Mingyu was indeed there, but he was trying hard to read the novel, and he was absorbed in it. He didn't hear Mrs. Fang calling him on the podium at all. name.

Looking to the left, Xu Changhao had a pair of earplugs in his ears, and he was sleeping in the dark.

Mrs. Fang stood on the podium and looked at this side. Since the pile of papers stacked on the shelf in front of Du Mingyu was too high, she couldn't see clearly whether there was anyone in this seat.

It was inconvenient for Lin Qingyou to reach out to pat him, so she kicked his bench.

Du Mingyu finally regained his composure from the epic sweet love of this pharaoh falling in love with me.

"What's the matter?" He didn't want to put down the sweet book, which was soaked in honey, but he reluctantly turned around while holding it.

Lin Qingyou raised her chin forward, and reminded in a low voice, "The teacher is calling you."

At this time, Mrs. Fang's voice came from the front again: "Du Mingyu? Are you awake? If you wake up, stand up for me quickly, just sober."

Just when Du Mingyu turned around, Mrs. Fang saw his protruding head. She didn't think about romance novels, she just thought that her lover was sleeping soundly.

Du Mingyu quickly stuffed the Egyptian Pharaoh Loves Me into the belly of the table, stood up in a panic, and almost pulled the messy pile of papers on his book shelf to the ground in the confusion.

"Take out your dictation from yesterday." Mrs. Fang frowned and said again.

For the college knowledge joint competition, Lao Xu really cared about it, and told Mrs. Fang about it. Mrs. Fang heard that this is fighting for the honor of the school, so I must practice more. In yesterday's composition class, I took 10 minutes to practice the literature questions in previous competitions.

"Du Mingyu, read it to everyone, how did you fill in those ancient poems?" Fang Shitai took the blackboard eraser and patted the desk, "Other students, be quiet, and those who don't attend the class get out and stand there. Stop buzzing around here like a fly, no student."

Du Mingyu searched frantically for a long time, and finally pulled out yesterday's dictation book from his pile of rolled up test papers with difficulty.

Seeing that he was dawdling, Master Fang's brows tightened even more: "Have you found it? If you find it, start reading."

Du Mingyu: "..."

After looking for it, he found it. It was this full red cross number that made him feel a little embarrassed to open his mouth to read. After all, he was a rare talent to be able to miss nineteen of the twenty ancient poems he wrote silently.

"Don't dawdle, read it quickly." Mrs. Fang urged again.

(End of this chapter)