Mushiji [Pleasure]

2333 felt that Wen Qianshu was by no means as useless as what she wrote in her application form—she was simply unmatched in terms of "angrying others" and "daring".

Seeing that the sports meeting is over, the mid-term exam will be soon.

At this time in the original novel, the male and female protagonists have already met and talked, but now they have both gone to the infirmary together, and they still have no progress. 2333 was so worried that all the reports to the main system were lost [1], and Wen Qianshu was still correcting the language homework at the old god's place.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and the head teacher came in with a stack of papers, and said in a row, "Equalize the back row."

Wen Qianshu thought it was a test paper, but when it was handed over, he found out that it was a blank paper. She raised her eyebrows, took two of them herself, gave one to Jiang Mingyue, and passed the rest to Zhang Zisheng.

The head teacher stood in front with arms folded: "Everyone got it?"

There was silence below.

This class was originally a physical education class, but because it was raining outside, it was changed to self-study. The head teacher opened the door and came in at the moment, and sent a stack of blank paper at a glance. The students couldn't understand the meaning. They felt that she had a heavy responsibility and wrote it silently for other teachers.

The head teacher leaned against the podium, still folded his arms, staring at the students below.

"The first monthly test is over, and many people are not ideal." The head teacher finally spoke, "But I don't know how you guys are reflecting, because as far as I can see, many people are still jumping around. , with a spring under the butt. It's so impetuous!"

"I'm sending this piece of paper now so that you can supervise each other. Any violations you see, who did it and when, write it down to me." No one said anything from the students below, but the head teacher still took a shot. Desk, "Puppy love, bring a mobile phone, speak in class, copy homework, write cheats by default - you can write all of them, you don't need to sign after you finish writing, I will go down and collect them one by one."

2333 was startled, and suddenly felt that Wen Qianshu was still useful, but luckily the male and female protagonists were not together at the moment. Think about it, the male and female protagonists seem to be together because the teacher is against it, and 2333 is a little worried.

On the other side, Wen Qian wrote "No", then folded the paper and placed it in the corner of the table, continuing to struggle with her language correction. The head teacher took the paper and quickly left the classroom. As soon as she left, the class exploded.

Wen Qianshu heard someone scolding: "'Old-fashioned' is poisonous!"

"Neuropathy!"

Wen Qianshu shook his pen and continued to correct his reading comprehension. But she really has mastered ten and nine in Chinese—no one. When she was doing today’s homework, she still couldn’t squeeze out a word. She managed to write three lines in four lines for the first question. No answer.

Wen Qianshu was so heartbroken by the language that he threw the Chinese homework book in the drawer in a fit of anger and took mathematics to do it. But she just folded the test paper in half, and saw Jiang Mingyue move - she wrote her name on the side of the English paper.

Wen Qianshu asked 2333: "Is it my illusion?"

2333: "What?"

Wen Qianshu: "Since the head teacher left, Little Moon hasn't touched a pen?"

2333: "..."

"The whole class is telling each other, but you care about this?"

The head teacher's accident was like a whim, and it didn't seem to have any effect. The next few days were calm, until the end of the mid-term exam. The mid-term exam was on Saturday and Sunday. Wen Qianshu was dizzy and dizzy. After finishing the exam, he hurriedly went to the cafeteria to have a meal, and then went back to the classroom for self-study in the evening.

Many students came to the class early, and some didn't even go to dinner. Jiang Mingyue was already in her place, Wen Qianshu smiled at her to say hello, dragged her box from the back of the classroom, removed the seal of the drawer, and moved the books in the box inside.

Several boys in the back row are arguing, from English to math, and wailing. Zhang Zisheng also came not long ago, and when he got to his seat, he was lying on the table and wailing: "I can't think of it, I can't think of it, I managed to escape the 'correct answer' team in the cafeteria, but I was planted in the pro-classroom—— I got the second-to-last problem in math wrong!"

Shen Ting covered her ears subconsciously: "Don't say it, don't tell me the answer."

Zhang Zisheng was uncomfortable. He lay on his stomach and didn't want to move. He muttered, "This time math is really difficult. When I was passing by, I heard the math class representative say that he didn't pass the exam this time."

Shen Ting sympathized: "He said the same last time, and he said it in every class last time."

The math class representative was the first in the class in the last monthly exam.

Zhang Zisheng: "Ah! I cried!"

Wen Qianshu turned back: "The math is really difficult this time."

Zhang Zisheng: "How many questions have you left?"

Wen Qianshu: "I don't have time, but I didn't have time to review it. I'm afraid there will be an accident."

Zhang Zisheng: "No time! Did you write the last big question? I got stuck at the first question!"

Wen Qianshu: "Why are you panicking, it's useless to write it out, I failed the Chinese test again this time."

Zhang Zisheng thought about Wen Qianshu's language, and felt that this test was a real test. After all, when Wen Qianshu was in the best condition, he didn't even get an average score in the Chinese quiz.

Zhang Zisheng felt bitter for no reason: "Why is your language so poor? Is there any help?"

Wen Qianshu was also worried: "How do I know?"

It's okay not to mention it, but when I mention Wen Qianshu, I feel a little uneasy: "This time, the sentence in the ancient poem, 'I ask my husband in a low voice after makeup, the thrush is deep and simple' is not an expression of the poet's joy of marriage?" Between husband and wife—"

As soon as the words came out, Wen Qianshu felt bad, Shen Ting was already sighing, Zhang Zisheng stood up and looked at her: "Didn't you see the title is 'Recent Examination for Zhang Shuibu'? The note below is also written, this is what he wrote to examiner."

Wen Qianshu: "I just wondered about this, why did you write it to the examiner?"

Zhang Zisheng: "Because he is borrowing thrush to ask the examiner how his essay is written! Does it fit-"

Zhang Zisheng thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of a word, so he insisted: "Trend?"

Wen Qianshu: "..."

Wen Qianshu: "I'm finished, the theme is wrong, and the 11 points of the ancient poem are all gone."

Zhang Zisheng: "Maybe the Chinese teacher will give you some friendship points."

Wen Qianshu: "Do you think the Chinese teacher seems to have a friendship with me?"

Zhang Zisheng: "It's not like that."

Shen Ting smoothed things out: "Okay, okay, don't talk about this. Do your homework, be happy, and you will have a monthly vacation next week."

The students of No. 1 Middle School "voluntarily" applied for evening self-study and weekend self-study. Generally, they only take half a day off a week, but every month they have one week and two days off. It's a joy, but the month off after mid-term exams means only one thing - parent-teacher conferences.

Parents meeting is really like cooking a hot pot. Parents of three hundred and sixty lines all over the world put a pot to stir and stir, each holding a stopwatch in front of their child's ranking, and if they lose one, they will cook for ten more minutes, and the water will be hot in the pot. Not to mention that the head teacher is still Gu Fangfei, who is really the bottom of the devil's hot pot.

Zhang Zisheng's parents were never reconciled to being alone in the hot pot. Once they cooked for three more minutes, they would ask her to go back to a duel, so she was so worried that she wanted to pull out her hair, but now the bell rang for class, so she had to sit sullenly, Looking for homework for no purpose.

There is no good atmosphere in the class. Just finished the exam, and every subject has a horrible face. The main subject is responsible for stabbing the knife in three sides, and the small subject follows behind and sprinkles salt on the wound.

The division of labor is clear and orderly, which is heart-wrenching.

The math class representative went to the podium to sit down and began to be on duty. The voices in the classroom became less and less, and only the sound of writing "Shasha" remained.

Wen Qianshu had just turned over the chemistry paper when he saw Jiang Mingyue hand over a piece of paper and asked, "Can you write down your thoughts on the final question?"

Because it was a self-study class, she was not allowed to speak, so Jiang Mingyue leaned closer to her and used a very low voice. The breath brushed against his ears, still warm. Wen Qianshu was shocked, and immediately smiled: "Of course you can."

She took the paper, smiled again, coughed twice to cover up her gaffe, and ducked aside.

Jiang Mingyue didn't know why, and when she saw her move away, she even got closer: "You are very good at math."

Wen Qianshu began to write down his thoughts: "Huh?"

"Your language is indeed a bit poor." Jiang Mingyue still used the airy voice, so that Wen Qianshu felt a little itchy, "But you are very good at math and English."

Jiang Mingyue thought about it, and seemed to be organizing the language, and said slowly, "Come on with the language."

Wen Qianshu almost turned to look at Jiang Mingyue. It was only then that she realized that Jiang Mingyue was encouraging her because of Zhang Zisheng's words, "Is there any help?"

Wen Qianshu wanted to laugh for a while, thinking that Little Moon was too serious, and then felt relieved, as if the language was 11 points less in one breath, it wasn't too hard. Just as she opened her mouth, she said the word "thank you", and there was a "bang" from the back of the classroom.

Then came the head teacher's voice: "Ah? I thought I had finished the college entrance examination and relaxed, didn't I?"

Wen Qianshu pressed the word "thank" under his tongue, and couldn't help but look back, and saw a boy standing with red cheeks and ears, the head teacher holding a mobile phone in his hand, staring at him: "Have you had a good time? Isn't it? Did you do well this time?"

The head teacher sneered, the boy lowered his head and did not speak. His deskmate was eager to bury his head in the book, but the head teacher pulled him by the collar, looked down at the table, wiped his hand, and pulled out a mobile phone.

2333: "My God."

This time can poke the hornet's nest.

Head teacher: "In the last row, stand up for me!"

Bending over, she scoured the drawers and schoolbags one by one—comic books, novels, cellphones, a lot.

No one dared to move.

The head teacher sneered again and again: "If you find it, come out with me!"

Several people looked at each other, followed the head teacher out of the classroom, and closed the back door. Soon, there were reprimands from outside, mixed with a sentence or two of the students' explanations, but they were immediately overwhelmed by the higher voices - the head teacher's voice was extremely sharp when he scolded people, like the sound of fingernails scratching on the blackboard, which could be heard. Human ears hurt.

Wen Qianshu retracted his gaze and saw that Jiang Mingyue was holding the pen again, looking straight at the back door, even a little dazed, before turning around after a while.

This time, even 2333 couldn't see that it was wrong: "What's going on, she didn't write the small report, did she?"

Wen Qianshu: "Yes, just ask."

2333: "Huh? Ask?"

Wen Qianshu took the piece of paper, wrote down his ideas and framework in three or two times, then turned the paper over and drew a few vertical lines.

2333: "Wait a minute, no - even if you ask, ask with your mouth, write her on the paper-"

Wen Qianshu: "Don't worry."

2333: "Don't worry! Why are you asking directly—"

The head teacher outside the window was stern, and the students inside the window were silent.

2333 was terrified, lest they would be discovered by the class teacher when they spoke or passed notes.

Wen Qianshu touched Jiang Mingyue with his elbow and pushed the paper over.

2333 took a deep breath and waited for Wen Qianshu to ask embarrassingly, but who knew what she said was—

"Good at the same table, do you play backgammon?"

2333: "?"

The author has something to say: Bi Xin (1/1)

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[1] Packet loss refers to the fact that the data of one or more data packets cannot reach the destination through the Internet due to signal attenuation and other reasons. --Baidu Encyclopedia

[2] Zhu Qingyu's "Recent Test on Zhang Shuibu"

The bridal chamber stopped the red candles last night and waited until Xiaotang to worship my uncle and aunt.

After putting on makeup, she asked her husband in a low voice: Is the thrush deep and shallow?

【3】Playing chess under the eyes of the teacher is a dangerous act, please don't follow suit.