Nonlinear Love

Chi Wang turned his head to look at his tablemate, hesitant to say anything: You don't have a tyrant friend...

I don't have any friends. Su Lian stood up coldly and took the stage.

Passing by Ai Xue in the aisle, someone suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes: How could you take the 147 test?

The man's eyes were scarlet, his hands were heavy, and his voice was full of disbelief.

Release. Su Lian pulled back his clothes impatiently, and without turning his head back to the podium, took back the papers.

Ai Xuehua, 142, only two classmates will go to 140 this time, everyone has to work hard. The math teacher knocked on the podium, Ai Xuehua, what are you staring at?

After being called, Ai XueXue walked up to him in a daze, and returned to his seat top-heavy.

He couldn't hear what the teacher said behind him, his ears were buzzing and his ears were ringing.

After easing for five minutes, Ai Xue finally adjusted his breathing and pulled himself out of the confusion.

He quickly added Su Lian's scores in the two subjects, and then counted his own words together. Based on the last time's comprehensive and English scores, he estimated that if he performed normally, Su Lian would have to get close to full marks in the remaining two subjects to pass the test. he.

This question is generally difficult, and the possibility is very small.

He squeezed the barrel of the pen, heaved a sigh of relief, and squeezed it again the next second.

Yesterday, I inquired about Su Lian's previous results. Although I didn't know who was the accomplice, he definitely cheated.

It's just that their bet is only about ranking, not about means.

In case, in case this person's total score is really higher than him.

The scene of myself appearing in the broadcast studio flashed through my mind, and my whole body froze.

Even if there is only a slim possibility, he cannot be allowed to have such a shameful mark in his life, absolutely not.

For the first time in a whole math class, Ai Xue's mind wandered off and on, like sitting on pins and needles, thorns in his back.

When the get out of class bell rang, Su Lian was surrounded by layers of crowds, all of them ran over to look at the exam paper with the highest score in the class.

The handwriting is beautiful and the process is clear. If it is cheating, the first grade one must help.

Everyone is puzzled and puzzled. In front of people, it is not good to question directly, but to turn the paper back and forth to check for flaws.

Ai Xuehua caught the gap and squeezed into the crowd. He pretended to be calm and said, Even if you get 147 in math and only 97 in Chinese, you will still be dragged on badly.

I don't need you to repeat my score. Su Lian was annoyed when he saw this man, and pushed away his hand on the table with a book, Don't block my breathing.

Ai Xueyu pursed her lips and deliberately said, I just calculated it for you. You can only surpass me with full marks in the remaining two subjects, and you are sure to lose.

Su Lian: Oh.

With a lazy expression, he stretched out his hand to unscrew the thermos cup and took a sip of water calmly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ai Xuexue became a little anxious, and raised his voice slightly: In this way, I'll be more generous, we can change the radio room to roar in the class, and save you some face. How about it, can't change it. Change the bet?

He pretended to be aggressive, but he was actually leaving a way out for himself. If you really lose, you should leave a full face.

Su Lian looked up in the mist of the vacuum flask, and saw a slight cold sweat on his forehead and white lips, which was a physiological reaction of excessive tension.

It's just a math score, so cowardly.

to not fix.

You... I've given you steps, and you're shameless. It's just a mere 147, and I don't know who copied the answer.

Ai Xueqiang pretended to be calm, looked around, and exaggerated, He has to get a perfect score in the test to win me, and a perfect score in the comprehensive test. Isn't this a fantasy?

That's right, it seems that No. 3 Middle School hasn't given a full score yet, right?

English is also very difficult, this time the question is so fucking perverted.

Not to mention, I'm a little convinced by Su Lian's unyielding aura.

Su Lian was too lazy to speak, and took a slow sip of water.

Ai Xue Xue was terrified by Su Lian's calm attitude, and the more anxious he became: I will give you one last chance to change the bet.

Everyone said it won't change, you're still here, are you bothered? Chi Wang leaned back, his chair was raised halfway, and his expression was unpleasant.

Being so choked, Ai Xue Xue was speechless.

He glanced at his lips, and pretended not to care and said: I gave you a chance, anyway, it's not me that is ashamed, you don't regret it.

Su Lian turned the pen in his hand, and his face was full of impatience and noise.

Total, total score, statistics, statistics are out.

Song Jiaci is the academic committee. As soon as he got the grades of the whole class from the office, he rushed into the classroom and stood on the podium.

The atmosphere that had just calmed down was instantly ignited, and a group of people quickly surrounded them, wishing they could grab the list and take a look at it for themselves.

Fuck, are these teachers human? Marking papers so fast.

Quick, quick, how many points did Su Lian get in the comprehensive science and English tests?

It's okay to say the ranking directly, and give us a pleasure to eat melons.

The bet that had been passed for several days in the second year of high school finally came to fruition. Originally, they thought that Su Lian would lose, but after the math results came out, many people had already begun to look forward to a counterattack.

Or rather, expecting an impossibility to happen.

Su Lian's rationale, rationale, and English, all, all, all... Song Jiaci stuttered even more when he was in a hurry, his face flushed red, and he couldn't speak.