Chapter 88 Weekly Test, the monitor is next door
"Why are you looking at me?" Jiang Nian felt a little guilty.
No, I don't feel guilty at all.
My brother has a clear conscience.
It was just normal mutual help between classmates. I and Chen Yunyun just handed in the coupons and homework at the same time.
The more you talk, the more confusing it becomes.
Zhang Ningzhi did not answer immediately, but paused for a few seconds, lowered his eyes slightly, and whispered after a while, "Did you copy someone else's homework?"
"Ah?" Jiang Nian was confused.
Is copying homework the only purpose? Baby, we're just friends.
"That's not what I meant. You and I agreed to copy my homework." Zhang Ningzhi probably noticed the strange tone and quickly made amends in a low voice.
"You suddenly copied other people's homework again, making it seem like my homework has a lot of errors."
"Oh, you misunderstood." Jiang Nian pointed at a pile of books and explained, "I didn't copy them. They helped me copy the answers. We just helped each other."
"They?" Zhang Ningzhi discovered the blind spot.
"Haha." Jiang Nian was sweating like a little yellow bean, and he stood up and said, "Ma Guojun is here, I'll ask him about Li Hua's whereabouts and see where he is buried."
As soon as I stood up, the corner of my clothes was pulled.
"You really think my homework is not good and don't want to copy it." The girl's voice was a little sad, as if all her efforts were wasted. "I spent two days writing it."
Jiang Nian had no choice but to sit down and explain the whole story. The little girl felt better after learning that he didn't dislike her homework.
"Oh, I thought..." Zhang Ningzhi felt a little embarrassed.
Jiang Nian thought it would be better to break some things to avoid misunderstandings in the future. Zhang Ningzhi seems to be looking forward to others' recognition, um... to avoid affecting her.
"I like to copy your homework. I also copied others' before. But your accuracy rate is the highest. Hmm. Your handwriting is also very beautiful, but I will copy others' occasionally."
"Because you're my deskmate, if you keep copying for years, the teacher will find out. I'll copy yours and occasionally copy others', so the teacher won't notice it."
"Oh oh." Zhang Ningzhi seemed to understand.
Jiang Nian immediately breathed a sigh of relief and left his seat to find Ma Guojun. Fat Brother was looking for something as soon as he entered the room. After his eyes stayed on Jiang Nian for a moment, he asked.
"Brother Nian, is Li Hua here?"
"No, but there is an exam tonight, he must be..." Jiang Nian muttered a few words, his eyes moved down, "Did you pick up this stick on the road? It's as good as the one I used last time, let me play with it."
"Okay." Fatty was quite generous and handed the stick to Jiang Nian. At the same time, in order to show his cautious side, he reminded him, "Don't let Li Hua see it."
"I guarantee it. You can trust me when I do things." Jiang Nian thought that a good buddy's preference is sweeter than a girl's. It's great that he lets me play with it instead of Li Hua.
There were more and more people in the class, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened. Some people went out with buckets to take out the trash, and some people went out with cups to get water.
There is a water dispenser in the back row, which provides filtered pure water. Of course, whether it is clean or not is up to the masters to decide. As long as the students think it has no taste and is a little sweet, that’s enough. You have to swipe your card to fill up your water bottle, which costs about 1 cent per bottle.
There is a water boiler at the end of the corridor on each floor, and students have to swipe another card if they want to drink water. It costs about 30 cents to fill a thermos, which is quite expensive.
The group of Lin Dong, Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe was right next to the water dispenser.
Chen Yunyun was feeling bored. She turned around and saw Jiang Nian playing with a stick, so she spoke loudly without thinking.
"Hey, Jiang Nian, let me play with the stick."
In an instant, the classroom was still noisy, but many eyes were focused on Jiang Nian. Most of them were just there to watch the fun and moved away after a while.
Lin Dong looked up, somewhat confused. Why did his team member betray him?
When did Chen Yunyun become so familiar with Jiang Nian? Could it be that they also added each other as friends and chatted online? It’s over. If Chen Yunyun does this, Tom will be broken into pieces.
Wang Yuhe lowered her head and didn't even dare to turn her head to look at her best friend who was very influential in the community. The ambiguity of "gun"'s words is too obvious. I really want to pretend that I don't know her.
In the first group, Luo Zhongping raised his head and glanced calmly in the direction of Chen Yunyun. He glanced at Jiang Nian who was playing with a stick, and then continued doing his homework.
Is it ready in one afternoon?
Zhang Ningzhi turned her head, glanced at Jiang Nian and the branch in his hand, then turned away silently.
It turns out he was having an affair with another girl.
Tom is not, Sun Zhicheng just entered the classroom door. I didn't understand what Chen Yunyun meant when I heard her words and searched for the keyword "Jiang Nian". Suddenly, the sky fell down.
Are you sick? Why is Jiang Nian everywhere?
Jiang Nian also thought that Chen Yunyun was sick. How could a girl like her speak so rudely? What do you mean by a small stick? I’ll give it to you to play with. Bro, there is no small stick.
After thinking about it, Jiang Nian simply followed suit and shouted loudly.
"Brother Ma, Chen Yunyun wants to play with your little stick!"
“Oh my god?” Ma Guojun almost jumped up in embarrassment. He turned around with a slightly red fever and said to the two of them, “No, you are sick!”
"Hahaha." This time it was Jiang Nian's turn to laugh.
Chen Yunyun also realized the ambiguity in her words. She is a social leader, not a pervert. The girl was still shy, her face turned red, and she kept silent and buried her head in her seat.
As evening reading approaches, the classroom is brightly lit and bustling with people. Almost everyone in the class had arrived, but Li Hua still hadn't come.
It was not until the bell rang that Li Hua sneaked in through the front door. His eyes flickered, and he stepped into the classroom door with his left foot first. He knew something was wrong at first glance.
Before he could return to his seat, Ma Guojun and his men dragged him out and beat him with sticks.
"Squad leader, let's go to the toilet!"
The evening reading subject is biology, and Li Qingrong reads the biology book in the evening. Hearing the sound, he just glanced at them and then moved his gaze back to the pages of the book, as calm as a still pond.
After the evening reading, everyone in the class cleared away the books on the desks.
The Chinese class representative and student council member went to the office to get the papers and arranged everyone according to their student numbers, starting from the door and going back. The seats are arranged in a long line. These are the examination seats.
"Everyone remember your seats. This will be the arrangement for weekly tests from now on." Student Councillor Tao Ran said loudly, "You are not allowed to change seats. If you are found changing seats, your score will be cancelled."
The three people who were promoted inherited the student numbers of the three people who were demoted.
Zhang Ningzhi inherited number 13, which sounds unlucky. But this is the ancient Chinese civilization, you little Western bastards shouldn't get involved with it, only 4 is unlucky.
Others, no taboos
Jiang Nian inherited the number 28, and his position was fixed in the middle group. Yu Tongjie inherited No. 52 and could only huddle by the water dispenser in the back row to write the test paper.
When changing seats, Jiang Nian turned around and saw classmate No. 34 next to him.
"Squad leader?"
"Yeah." Li Qingrong nodded.
The classroom was noisy and the air was a bit stuffy. The long incandescent light tubes illuminated every corner of the classroom. Some people were replying to messages on their mobile phones, while others were listening to music with headphones on.
What’s outrageous is that someone used a pen refill to dig a hole in the wall!
Wo Ri, Li Hua?
This kid must have been fooled by Aruba.
This is how the Osai class is, the management is loose.
Lao Liu said something like this in the class meeting, which roughly meant that the reason why the school adopts a divided-class teaching system is because the expectations for classes at different levels are different.
The expectation for the key classes is to prevent them from learning bad things and to help them get into college at the same time.
My expectation for the parallel class is to try my best to get into an undergraduate program and get into a second-tier university.
The expectations for the Olympiad classes and above are different. Non-first-class and non-second-class universities are the bottom line, old first-class universities are average, and double first-class universities are the goal. The heavy investment is called sprint.
Popular majors in popular universities are called ideals, while Peking University and Tsinghua University are called dreams.
Lao Liu has been fooling people like this all the time, but in fact, according to data from previous years, not many people from the Olympiad classes can get into double-first-class universities, only about one-third.
Most people are admitted to non-first-tier universities, but occasionally there are a few unlucky ones who are admitted to second-tier universities.
Jiang Nian knew all this from what he heard when Lao Liu was chatting with other class teachers in the office.
But the rest of the class didn't know that.
The pressure in the third year of high school is high, so Lao Liu deliberately builds up a sense of pride for them. It seems that once you enter this class, you will be different from other students, and your goal is to get into Peking University or Tsinghua University.
Kids aged seventeen or eighteen love to show off, they have never seen anything like what Lao Liu does.
The pressure in the third year of high school is high, and Class 403 is even higher. Old Liu really used his brain for that little bonus. On the one hand, we build up a sense of pride, and on the other hand, we promote the theory of achievements.
Give some privileges to those with good grades, and let those who are obsessed with something study hard.
This also led to a very special phenomenon in Class 403: first, it ranked first among all the Olympiad classes in terms of overall performance. The second is that they like to show off a little. Every top student has a bit of personality.
Those who listen to music, pretend to be profound, are niche, tell dirty jokes, are abstract, have foul mouths, are from Nantong, are cold, are in love, are bootlickers, and go fishing.
This is just the tip of the iceberg. Everyone in the class is a genius, each with their own unique abilities.
Lao Liu, you are so good!
The bell rings for evening self-study and the weekly Chinese test begins.
Two hours had passed when Jiang Nian looked up again. Stopping writing did not mean the end, but that he was unwilling to write any more. The composition is 800 words, and it stops when it exceeds that line.
I did it vaguely and didn't feel anything.
There was still half an hour left before the end of the exam, and he was bored and wanted to take out his cell phone. But this time period is somewhat sensitive, and there are grade leaders patrolling outside the door.
Besides, there is a squad leader next to him.
Speaking of it, the county high school is quite boring, especially the Olympiad class. It's not at all like the exciting campus novels, with fights, school bullies, or hooligans outside the school.
In reality, "Big pot, can you smoke? Society society."
There are no special programs for spring and autumn outings to the seaside, and no visits to museums, nature parks, or oceanariums. To put it bluntly, there is not even a library in the county town, only mountains of books and seas of questions.
There are only milk tea shops, rental houses, riverside parks, and mountain climbing. Students' topics always revolve around dormitories, studying, love, running exercises, self-study, and holidays.
But there is still a chance of fighting, just get close to those idiots.
For example, Zhou Yuting’s stinky little circle, youth pain literature, and fish farming. That idiot Liu Feipeng is the same, playing with fucking Youth Courtyard Literature all day long.
Staying away from bad people was the best decision he ever made.
Um? Talking harshly?
So what? I am more mean.
I was distracted.
Li Qingrong next door attracted his attention, and the squad leader seemed to have finished. She put away her pen and stared at the Chinese test paper without blinking.
Jiang Nian supported his head with his hands and stared at her profile.
If the squad leader turned around and questioned him, Jiang Nian would answer that he was looking out the window from a different angle.
Li Qingrong didn't seem to notice, her cold eyes were fixed on the test paper. He turned the page every few minutes and read for a long time, then changed his posture and continued reading.
Tear.
The tiny sound attracted Jiang Nian's attention. He leaned forward to take a look and kindly reminded.
"Monitor, your test paper is terrible."
Li Qingrong turned her head, glanced at him, and hummed.
There are still twenty minutes left before the deadline, and part of it has been completed. In addition, there was no invigilator on the podium, so more and more people started talking and chatting.
The Chinese class representative Tao Ran shouted for silence and the classroom was silent for a few minutes. Then the sound of chatting could be heard again, and then a chorus of voices rang out.
Jiang Nian mixed in the noisy voice, propped up his head and turned to Li Qingrong, praising her.
"Squad leader, have you changed your hairband again?"
Under the light, Li Qingrong was checking the appreciation of ancient poems. The test paper where her thumb was pressing had a few tiny wrinkles on it, which then immediately returned to being flat.
"Um."
Some of Jiang Nian's habits were brought over from his freshman and sophomore year of high school. He hung out in an unhealthy and deformed circle and learned a lot of useless and crappy skills.
For example, when praising someone, just praise the details and that's it. From exaggerating details to the whole body, seeing the big picture from the small is the most commonly used method, which is not difficult for him.
"The white and cream bubble hairband suits you very well, class monitor." Jiang Nian was really bored. He was not at his seat and could not play with his phone, so he had to chat to relieve his boredom.
Unfortunately, the monitor ignored him.
He is worthy of being a class leader. He doesn't talk during self-study and sets a good example.
The conversation failed, so he started spinning his pen, clicking. After falling several times in a row, I finally made it to the time to collect the scrolls.
The Chinese class representative Tao Ran stood up, walked to the podium, and passed the test paper to the front. A group of people stood up and started to sit back in their original seats.
The moment he passed by Li Qingrong, he seemed to hear a clear thank you.
"Um?"
Jiang Nian was stunned for a few seconds, and when he looked again, Li Qingrong had already walked away. I thought to myself that the monitor was really principled. He even said thank you after class. He was so disciplined.
After returning to my seat, there were only twenty minutes left in evening self-study, and it was almost time for school to be over.
Zhang Ningzhi seemed to be doing some homework, writing and drawing on the table.
Jiang Nian had finished copying all the homework, and he even hired others to copy it for him. He then lay down and took a rest happily. The girl sitting at the same table couldn't help but blush when she saw him lying on the table.
The ringtone rang, and Lin Dong couldn't wait to take out his phone to reply to the message.
To his surprise, Yaoyao was actually an art student.
Damn, art students are rare, I must seize this opportunity! He put Yaoyao into his achievements folder, which also contained photos of his online love affairs.
he!
Let’s build a Valhalla of online dating!
Let’s put aside the real-life love life for now, this is an extremely rare situation for an art student. If I could have her join my Valhalla, there would be no more sorrow or joy in my life.
Glass?
Forget about Heipi Liuli, Lin Dong has already exiled her to a no-man's land. In fact, afterwards, to be on the safe side, he hired a high school junior to help him go to B203 to confirm.
For safety reasons, he kept a distance. From afar, he watched as his junior fellow student was held in the arms of Heipi Liuli, unable to move, and was pushed against the wall by his huge weight.
Heipi howled like a ghost, shouting the name of Shen Cong (Lin Dong's pseudonym). His snot and tears were all over his junior classmate's body, and no one could pull them away no matter how hard others tried.
Oh, how miserable.
Lin Dong still remembers the look of fear and despair on that junior student’s face.
Lin Dong was glad that he did not go to explore the grass in person, otherwise he would be the one left with psychological trauma. Because he felt so guilty, he took the initiative to give his junior an extra ten dollars as a fee for running errands.
However, after receiving the money, the junior student cursed so badly that he couldn't stand it anymore and blocked him directly.
So, forget about Heipi Liuli, she is not worthy of getting involved in his Valhalla.
Buzz buzz, Yaoyao replied.
"(Hee hee) What movies do you like?"
(End of this chapter)
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