The bell rang to signal the end of the exam, and the invigilator collected the students one by one.
Yi Ran was the first to leave the classroom, but she did not leave. She stood by the wall next to the front door, waiting for Song Yumeng without any arrogance or impatience.
The students came out of the classroom one by one, and Song Yumeng also came out. Seeing Yi Ran leaning against the wall, she said, "Why haven't you left yet, you annoying guy?"
Yi Ran smiled faintly, "I'm waiting for you. I have something to tell you."
Song Yumeng blushed a little for some reason during the first half of the sentence, which was not easy to notice.
"If you have any nonsense to say, just say it quickly. I'm leaving now." Song Yumeng pretended to lift her feet to leave.
Yi Ran pulled her wrist, "Don't go, I just want to tell you, I did pretty well in the Chinese test this time, I should be able to pass, right?" Yi Ran tugged at his chin and made a face, "I guess, could it be that your bread has the effect of adding extra points? No wonder Liu Luoyang always does so well in the test."
Song Yumeng got angry when she mentioned the bread, "Don't talk nonsense, his grades were just good to begin with!"
"That's it." Yi Ran said, "Don't bring bread tomorrow, otherwise I won't be able to resist and will snatch it away again. Oh, by the way! And don't forget to buy me milk tea after school on Friday." "Get lost
!"
Yi Ran said and ran away. A bunch of people who had handed in their papers rushed into the stairs behind him, and Song Yumeng couldn't catch up with him even if she wanted to.
Annoying!
…
On Thursday afternoon, there was only a math test, so many people finished their review at noon and lay down on their desks to rest.
When Song Yumeng was about to lie down to sleep, Yi Ran pulled her wrist and took her to the empty classroom next door, holding an exercise book, a draft book, and a pen in his other hand.
Song Yumeng pulled his wrist away and said unhappily, "Hey, Yi Shenjing, what's wrong with you again? Why did you drag me here in the middle of the day instead of sleeping?"
"Just explain the problem." Yi Ran said as he opened the exercise book in his hand, put it on the table, pointed to the trigonometric function problem, and said, "It's this problem again. I'll let you understand it. Do you understand it? Explain it to me."
Song Yumeng glanced at the problem and said confidently, "First expand it using the sum and difference angle formula, and then simplify it using the double angle formula. You still test me with such a simple problem." He folded his hands in front of his chest, tilted his head, and looked proud and confident.
"Okay, okay, you are smart, okay?" Yi Ran said, "Do this when you encounter this kind of trigonometric function problem in the future. If you write down the key steps, you won't lose points."
Song Yumeng raised her chin higher, "I am smart."
The coward really knows how to grasp the key points. Yi Ran smiled helplessly and said, "Have you memorized those formulas? You are so proud."
"Nonsense! Every time I open the homework, I can see your paper. I remember it even if I don't want to." Song Yumeng insisted. Yi
Ran smiled even more happily. She thought that the paper had been thrown into the trash by the coward, but she didn't expect it to be tucked in the exercise book.
"Then don't make mistakes in the trigonometric function problem this time. Remember to check it several times after calculation." Yi Ran reminded.
Song Yumeng waved her hands impatiently, "I know, I know. Why are you more talkative than Tang Seng?" Seeing Yi Ran grinning with his fist between his nose, she asked casually, "Are you free? Why do you always ask me to teach you math?"
"Don't you want to learn math? Then I'll teach you physics and chemistry?"
Song Yumeng immediately expressed her position: "Get lost. I'm going back to sleep. I don't want to listen to your boring math, physics and chemistry."
After saying that, Song Yumeng walked away under Yi Ran's gaze. When she reached the corner of the exit, she glanced back at Yi Ran, and then went back to the classroom through the back door to rest.
...
At 2:55 pm, the invigilator handed out the math test papers and answer sheets, and the math test was about to begin.
In the first 5 minutes after the test papers were handed out, you could only look at the questions, and the classroom was full of the sound of flipping papers.
Yi Ran skipped the multiple-choice questions and turned to the next six questions. It just so happened that the first question was about trigonometric functions. Yi Ran quickly glanced at it and smiled faintly.
Reassurance.
The trigonometric function questions on the test paper this time were exactly the same as those in the exercise book. They only changed a few numbers, and the formulas used did not change at all.
Yi Ran admired his ability to predict the questions.
At two o'clock, the exam bell rang.
Broadcast: "The exam begins, candidates, please start answering the questions."
In just five minutes, Yi Ran had already thought through the entire process in his mind, and now he took a pen and wrote the steps on the answer sheet.
The whole process was smooth, and including the time for calculation, it only took five minutes to finish the first question, and he got 12 points.
After finishing, Yi Ran tilted his head and cast his eyes on Song Yumeng's answer sheet.
Song Yumeng was unsure of what the key steps were, so she just wrote down every step. Song Yumeng calculated the final result, wrote down the square root of three, and looked at the answer area that she had filled with answers, feeling extremely accomplished.
This was her first time writing on a big question, and usually her answer sheets were all blank.
Yi Ran watched Song Yumeng finish it. Although many steps could be omitted, it was not a big problem. She did not miss any key steps, and she did not make any mistakes in calculating the square root of three, so she could get full marks. Seeing Song Yumeng
's satisfied smile, Yi Ran's mouth corners also slightly curved, and she didn't even notice it.
Song Yumeng seemed to have noticed Yi Ran's gaze, and quickly bent her arms into a semicircle to block her answer sheet, looking at Yi Ran warily.
If there was any special effect, Yi Ran would definitely have a big sweat drop on her forehead. She withdrew her gaze in boredom and stared at her own test paper.
Yi Ran felt that Song Yumeng was a little too confident. She didn't even want to copy her 20 or 30 math questions!
Besides, he was obviously not looking at her answer sheet.
The invigilator in the last examination room was always calm. The invigilator on the stage just stared at the two of them, holding his chin with both hands, expressionless, indicating that he didn't want to care.
In the next half hour, Song Yumeng finished the multiple-choice questions by guessing. They said they were doing it, but in reality, except for the first four multiple-choice questions and the first fill-in-the-blank question, they answered the rest based on their feelings or by making up numbers. The answer area for the big questions was blank except for the first question.
At a glance, it was so white that it sparkled. There was
still an hour before the math test, and some candidates were still working hard, while some had already fallen asleep on the table. Yi Ran belonged to the former, while Song Yumeng belonged to the third, drawing in the blank answer area.
The second question was a stick figure beating up another stick figure, with a big "Yi" character on the face of the beaten stick figure.
The third question was a turtle with its four legs up in the air. Song Yumeng carefully painted the turtle shell with light green, and then drew a line, noting that it was the "Yi Shen Jing". The drawing was quite cute.
The fourth question was even more amazing. Song Yumeng drew a whole series of comics and gave it a decent name, "The Yi Shen Jing I Beat Up".
First, the Q version of Yi Ran arrogantly provoked the Q version of Song Yumeng, and then Song Yumeng's eyes sparkled, and she raised her fist to beat Yi Ran. Yi Ran quickly covered her head and ran away in fear, but was still caught up. Then Yi Ran covered her head and lay on the ground, and Song Yumeng rode on her and beat her, and Yi Ran begged for mercy beside her.
"Miss, I will never dare to do it again!!!"
The ending of the comic is that the Q version of Yi Ran is beaten up and kneeling on the ground crying and admitting his mistakes, while the Q version of Song Yumeng stands with her hands on her hips and laughs wildly as a winner.
Song Yumeng's smile never stopped when she was drawing this comic, and she glanced at Yi Shenjing next to her while drawing.
If Yi Shenjing dares to bully her again in the future, she will beat him up!
...
It's five o'clock.
Broadcast: "The exam is over, candidates, please stop answering the papers immediately."
Song Yumeng returned to the classroom after the exam. As soon as she stepped into the classroom, Yi Ran came back.
Yi Ran smiled when he saw her and said, "What do you think? I didn't lie to you, did I? I told you that this question would be on the test, but you didn't believe it."
Song Yumeng was in a good mood too. For once she didn't argue with Yi Ran and replied, "Okay, okay, you're great, okay?"
"Ha, you don't have to exaggerate, I know that."
"Tsk, so narcissistic!"
Yi Ran suddenly became interested and said, "Hey, do you want me to help you with a few more physics questions?"
"I don't want to!!!" Song Yumeng reacted very strongly and refused outright.
Yi Ran smiled and asked, "Why not? Wouldn't it be better to get a few more points?"
Song Yumeng rolled her eyes at her, "What do you think? It takes so much time to get so few points, what a waste!"
The classmates in the classroom went to the cafeteria to eat in groups. At this time, Su Xiaoxiao also came down from the examination room and stood quietly at the back door waiting for Song Yumeng to go to eat together.
Song Yumeng said to Yi Ran, "I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to eat."
Seeing Yi Ran, Su Xiaoxiao standing at the door asked, "Student Yi Ran, do you want to go to eat with us?"
Before Yi Ran could respond, Song Yumeng reacted as if she had seen a ghost: "What? I don't want to eat with Yi Shenjing! Let's go!"
When Yi Ran reacted, Song Yumeng had already pulled Su Xiaoxiao away from her, and while running, she looked back to see if Yi Ran had caught up.
Yi Ran: "..."
It's really too heartbreaking. Yi Ran couldn't help but wonder: Does this coward really hate me so much? Inexplicably...
...
Yi Ran didn't like the food in the cafeteria today, so he didn't eat it. He played his favorite badminton with others on the playground. With his superior appearance and good skills, he attracted many men and women to watch.
Yi Ran is also a famous figure in No. 1 Middle School. He looks sunny and has a good personality. He is very popular in the school. Song Yumeng is also famous, but nine out of ten people hate her.
After playing, there were still ten minutes left and Yi Ran was late. He went to the canteen and lined up to buy a bottle of water to quench his thirst.
The person in front of Yi Ran happened to be He Xiaomeng, the representative of the English class. She also likes to play badminton. She just played two games with Yi Ran.
"Two bottles of iced Farmer's Spring, thank you." He Xiaomeng took the two bottles of ice water, swiped her card, and passed one bottle to Yi Ran behind her, saying, "Want some water?"
Yi Ran was stunned for a second, then hesitantly took the bottle of ice water and said, "Thank you."
Yi Ran followed He Xiaomeng to stand in an empty seat beside her, giving up her place in the queue. When she raised her head to drink water, she looked at He Xiaomeng with her peripheral vision.
If Yi Ran hadn't played against the sweet-looking, thin English class representative next to her, she wouldn't have believed that He Xiaomeng was so good at badminton.
"You're good at badminton, you can't tell." Yi Ran praised.
He Xiaomeng finished drinking the ice water, put the cap on the bottle, and said, "You're also very good."
"Then let's have a chance to compete again next time?"
"Okay." He Xiaomeng smiled sweetly.