Nonlinear Love

The students were called up one by one. More or less scolding, except for a few obvious smiling faces, the whole is full of sorrow.

Su Lian, yours.

The whirlpool center was named in the past two days, and everyone turned their heads in unison, trying to see some clues through the thin answer sheet.

Li Guoqing was a little surprised when he saw the scores on the test paper. The child's grades were not as bad as he thought.

He turned to the back of the paper, and his expression sank again: Why are your ancient poems completely empty, one line is not filled in, and you haven't memorized it?

Well. Su Lian took it and answered vaguely, There is not enough time, there is no time.

Come to my office after school. Li Guoqing didn't say any more, and continued to call: Chili, come here.

Su Lian went down with the test paper and leaned back on the back of the chair tiredly. I stayed through the night two days ago, but I was still sleepy after two nights of sleep.

Gu Anjiu stretched his neck, and when he saw the score, he lowered his voice and leaned forward: 97? Passed, is it true? Aren't you counting down your grades?

It happens that most of them do. Su Lian was modest and spoke very euphemistically.

You're also the best in Chinese. Just like the wicked master, I only have 60. Good food. Gu Anjiu, carrying his exam paper full of red crosses, turned over and over, muttering in displeasure.

It was indeed a dish, and Su Lian's words of comfort were stuck in his mouth, as if he had nothing to say.

Chi Wang took the paper and strode down, exuding a chūn wind all over his body.

As if to show off, put it on the table next to it, and the scores of red, orange and orange are very conspicuous.

He scanned Su Lian's score, and the smile on his lips faded: What's the situation, you are actually higher than me?

Su Lian stared at the big 79 points next door with a calm expression: Is it difficult?

Chi Wang was stuck for a while, how could this person be more mad than him now.

It's over, lord, you have to do— Gu Anjiu held back his laughter and stretched his voice, A month's—six—class—lead—exercise—man.”

The expression was too gloating, and I forgot that I was on the opposite side of Su Lian at the beginning, but I was so excited to fan the flames.

Lin Yan touched his arm: Do you want to die?

Shut up. Chi Huang stared at the results he had worked so hard to test, and it was boring.

Isn't this person with poor grades, how can he pass the exam? Is this reasonable?

An ominous premonition rose rapidly and gradually took shape.

Thinking of standing on the wide runway, with the entire sixth class lined up in front of him, he, a third middle school tyrant who has retired from the arena and still makes people fearful, and a street boss who has conquered thousands of foreign school gangsters, he has to dance and lead the exercise with standard posture... ...

Limbs stiff, scalp numb.

Chi Wu pointed his tongue to the top of his jaw, and said vaguely: Don't you compare yourself to me with the lowest number in the language? It's not certain who wins and who loses.

Su Lian nodded slightly and said in a calm tone: Yes, but thank you for supervising me to memorize English all night. I feel that I did well in the test.

yīn yang strange air, with sandy shadows.

... Chi Wang leaned back on the chair, comforting himself, It's okay, we'll wait for math, if you pass the 79 exam, you will be considered cruel.

Relax, it's not, really not.

Just Su Lian and him, who are they trying to scare them?

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Su Lian's score of 97 didn't cause much disturbance. After listening to the score, Ai Xuexue's nostrils turned upside down, even more dismissive.

A grade is counted down, and it is not enough to get a passing grade in this subject.

He couldn't wait to wait for the results to come out, and he sneered when he thought of the scene where Su Lian stood in the broadcasting room and shouted I am Cai Bī.

This group of rubbish scumbags should be taught a lesson to dispel their usual arrogance.

The class bell rang, and the math teacher came in with a stack of papers in the same posture. This time, his expression was extraordinarily serious, his aura was extremely low, and everyone was so frightened that they dared not come out, as if they had seen a plague god.

The atmosphere in the classroom was dignified, and he pushed his glasses: This time, the math questions are more difficult, don't be discouraged when you see the scores, the second year of high school has just begun. Ah, I will read the names and scores according to the ranking below, everyone come up and get the answer sheet.

Teacher Zhao, aren't you being executed in public?

Don't read the score, fuck it, it's a shame!!!

I want to be deaf and deaf on the spot, and I will die on the spot.

I'm so nervous, so nervous, my last two math problems are empty, it's definitely over.

One after another, the complaints could not be suppressed, and they stopped abruptly with a Su Lian roll call. Everyone raised their heads neatly again, with a puzzled expression.

Read it backwards, no, no, no, it's so cruel.

Su Lian took the last one in the exam? This is too nüè.

It's not surprising, I heard that his grades are sloppy.

I'm just curious, will it set the record for the lowest score in our class.

147, the highest score in our class.

The scores interrupted all kinds of conjectures. After the math teacher finished reading, he said with some regret: Three points were deducted, one answer was not written, and one result was not simplified. It's too careless, pay attention next time.

When these words fell, a thousand layers of giant làng were aroused, and everyone was petrified, stunned.

All of a sudden, the sound of inhalation was heard everywhere.

What the heck, is the teacher blindfolded or their ears broken, or the class hallucinations en masse.

What did you just say, the legendary fall

I scored 147 in the first math test, who will believe it if I say it.