Host, You're Targeted

As for the relationship between Xia CI Feng and Sheng Yinzhou, the first class said: "our brother Feng is kind and gentle to others. If I were a girl, I would fall in love with him, so Sheng Yinzhou must think so."

As for the students in class 9, he said: "although Sheng Yinzhou is like a flower of kaolin, he is very kind to people. As long as he has a warm heart, he can make friends with Xueshen Caoba."

Class three students looked at each other, saying that they did not understand the world of God.

The final exam lasts for three days. Since this is a placement examination for arts and Sciences, it is only divided according to the three subjects of language and mathematics. Therefore, for the six subjects of politics, history, geography and biology, we only regard it as a test paper rather than a final exam.

In the last session of geography, the difficulty of the test paper was relatively low. In addition, geography was the specialty of Xia Cifeng, so even though he deliberately slowed down the speed of writing the paper, he still finished the paper half an hour before the opening of the examination.

Xia Cifeng felt that it was not good to hand in the paper too long in advance, so he simply lay on the table and keep his eyes closed.

Because the wall clock of the examination room is on the wall in front of the summer poem wind, everyone will inevitably see the summer poem wind when looking at the time.

After seeing that he only took half an hour to finish the paper, many students' mentality collapsed.

The invigilator was the director of the academic affairs office. After walking in the examination room several times, he found that as long as the students raised their heads and looked at the time, their hands would shake when they did the test again. He stood in the perspective of the students and took a look at the clock.

A minute later, the dean of the Academic Affairs Office knocked on the table of Xia CI Feng.

"Well, Xia Cifeng." The dean of academic affairs deliberately lowered his voice, "have you finished? Have you finished the examination? Are you sure it won't change again? "

Xia CI Feng rubbed his eyes and nodded, "well, teacher, you have something to say!"

"Would you like to consider handing in your paper?"

Xia Cifeng and the director of the Academic Affairs Office looked at each other for three seconds. Sheng Yinzhou, who had been leaning against the wall in a daze, sat behind Xia Cifeng and looked at the mysterious scene and turned his pen in his hand.

"Thank you, director!"

Xia Cifeng immediately put away the pen in his hand and put it in his pocket and left the examination room happily.

"The little boy in front of me."

Xia Cifeng just walked to the stairs when he heard Sheng Yinzhou's voice behind him. Sheng Yinzhou's pen in his hand had not been stuffed back into his pocket. It seemed that he had come to pursue him.

"Hi, friend. The exam is over."

"Well."

Sheng Yinzhou went downstairs with him with a smile. As the others were still taking the exam, they did not speak until they walked out of the teaching building.

Xia Cifeng took Sheng Yinzhou's shoulder and pulled him to the direction of the canteen, "when will this performance come out?"

Sheng Yinzhou gently bumped his shoulder and said angrily, "learning from God grass bully is different from ordinary people! It's just finished the exam, and I'm ready to see the results? "

"This time, I just want to know when I can eat the hot pot you invited."

"Next semester!" Sheng Yinzhou was really looking at Xia CI Feng very seriously. "Our class Niu always said that this time the score and the class schedule were given out together, so it may take more than a week to come out. I will go home in a few days, and I won't come over for the Chinese New Year, so we can't meet, and we can't invite you to have hot pot."

"Is it?"

Xia Zifeng let go of his shoulder, ran into the canteen, propped up on the edge of the refrigerator, took out two sweet cones and shook him.

"Then, treat me to a cone?"

Xia Cifeng said he came over and put a sweet cone in his hand. Sheng Yinzhou took out his meal card with a smile, but a picture of deja vu flashed through his mind.

"Don't cry" was said in a childish voice of ferocious tone in his ear.