Zhao Qiang and Su Bo: "..."

Su Bo wanted to take notes after hearing the key points, but he didn't have a pen, so he asked Zhao Qiang to borrow one.

"Listen carefully, both of you. I'll ask you two to speak out loud. If you can't do it well, you have to write it out 20 times."

Mr. Cao didn't give them a chance to explain and started explaining the question.

After the physics class, the math class comes next. These three classes are classes that many students resist.

The first two classes were taught by the head teacher, so we didn’t dare to make any small movements. But in the last class, Liu Zhiwei was very strict and often made us copy as punishment.

So even if students don’t understand what is being said, they have to keep their heads up and listen. They are not allowed to sleep, play with their phones, or talk.

Most of the students spent the last five minutes in agony, looking at the clock many times and even starting to time themselves in their minds at the last minute.

After class, Liu Zhiwei assigned homework, took the textbook and went back to the office to report to Cao Jun.

After hearing this, Cao Jun sighed helplessly, "These children will understand the meaning of studying in the future. Teacher Liu, please be stricter with them."

Liu Zhiwei nodded.

At this time, the school director came in and said, "The monthly exam results for Jiazhong have been calculated. The first place got 743 points, and 7 points were deducted for the composition."

The first place in No. 2 Middle School was only about 530 points, which was a difference of more than 200 points. One point can make a big difference in the college entrance examination, and I don’t know where these 200 points went.

The teachers sighed and said that even if they were asked to take the exam, it would be impossible for them to get such a high score.

If the scores are so high, who would still teach in this “crappy” school?

Cao Jun was somewhat interested, "Director Wei, who is it?"

"Qin Mo, from the Rocket Class, the school is communicating with Jiazhong and wants Qin Mo to come to No. 2 Middle School to communicate with the first and second grade students."

When Wei Tao talked about Qin Mo, a smile appeared on his serious face, and he couldn't help but praise him, "Jia County is going to produce a student from Tsinghua University or Peking University."

I don’t know which classmate overheard it, but everyone was discussing it during dinner.

Seven hundred and forty-three points.

Wen Xia felt that her score of 480 or so was not impressive at all.

Originally, she thought that Qin Mo's comment of seven hundred coins was discouraging enough, but it turned out that he was actually taking care of her "fragile" heart.

Jiang Yan was already in awe of his "own" cousin, and put his hands together, "I'll ask my cousin to help me with the next midterm exam, it will definitely be useful."

"Add me one." Liu Anan agreed, raising a fork.

Jiang Yan automatically grouped Wen Xia together and waved his hand, "Okay, the three of us will pray together. With the blessing of our cousin, we will surely rise step by step and reach the pinnacle of life."

Wen Xia: “…”

The scene of kneeling down to Qin Xueba is so beautiful that I dare not imagine it.

She raised her hand and said, "I apply and resolutely withdraw from the organization."

Liu Anan and Jiang Yan said in unison: "The organization rejected it."

After saying this, the three of them burst into laughter.

Just as she was talking about Qin Xueba, Qin Xueba's phone call came in. After she answered the call, she said, "Hello."

"You were reported for premature love?"

Qin Mo on the other end of the phone was leaning on the balcony in the corridor.

Wen Xia glanced at Jiang Yan and Liu Anan, covered her phone and whispered, "How did you know?"

"Teacher Cao just called me and asked me to enlighten you." Qin Mo said.

Wen Xia: “…”

If Teacher Cao finds out that he asked his student’s boyfriend to counsel the student, will he want to end his teaching career early?

Qin Mo's voice came again, "Xia Xia, your husband is me, why don't you explain?"

Wen Xia: “…”

How could she explain it? She just told Cao Jun that my husband was Qin Mo, and he was the kind of husband that she had slept with before being married.

I guess Mr. Cao would think she was crazy.

“It’s hard to explain.”

"Then let my husband explain."

"???"

"The school talked to me and asked me to give a speech at No. 2 Middle School. At that time, all the students in No. 2 Middle School were there, so it was very convenient to explain."

Wen Xia: “…”

Qin Mo is really capable of doing this. When they were in college, the two had a quarrel over some trivial matters.

At that time, she was in the process of upgrading her junior college degree and was under a lot of pressure. Plus, she always felt that she was not worthy of Qin Mo, so she broke up with him.

The next day, Qin Mo rushed over from school. Well, it was on that day that she was dragged to the Civil Affairs Bureau by someone and got a marriage certificate.

When they were taking the marriage certificate photo, she cried her eyes out and he laughed like a child.

To the extent that she later had the urge to get a new marriage certificate, but she only took a look at the certificate before it was locked in the password cabinet by Qin Mo.

In order to get a marriage certificate, he bought a password cabinet worth tens of thousands of dollars, and threw the key of the password cabinet into the river in front of her.

She stood up and pointed at the phone to Liu Anan and Jiang Yan, then went to the cafeteria entrance and warned them in a low voice, "Don't mess around, or the dean will talk to me."

"Xia Xia, I'm jealous." The boy deliberately slowed down his voice.

Wen Xia had no resistance to Qin Mo like this. She blushed the next second, glanced at the classmates around her, and whispered to someone, "I am yours."

The boy on the other end of the phone curled his lips, feeling very happy, "What do you want to eat? Your husband will buy it for you."

…

The school informed Qin Xueba during the morning exercises on Tuesday that he would be giving a speech on Wednesday. In order to highlight the spirit of No. 2 Middle School, it was specifically emphasized that the first and second year high school students must wear school uniforms tomorrow.

No. 2 Middle School is relatively democratic. Except when the school requires students to wear uniforms, everything else depends on their own wishes.

Most of them were unwilling to do so because the No. 2 Middle School uniform was too ugly, too fat and too big, a mix of black, yellow and white.

At noon, Mr. Cao came to talk about something.

"The hosts for tomorrow's conference will be selected from our class, one male and one female. Are there any interested?"

Starting this semester, No. 2 Middle School will select people from each grade and class to give speeches every Monday. This week's Monday was Class 7's, and originally Class 8 was supposed to give speeches next week, but because there was an extra meeting, they selected people from Class 8.

It is a glorious thing, but students will be nervous in front of the whole school of teachers and students, and generally no one is willing to do it.

Suddenly the class became quiet.

Cao Jun has faced this kind of situation many times, and he is not embarrassed at all. "If you don't say anything, I will assume that you all agree. Then the class monitor and Wen Xia will do it."

Wen Xia: “…”

He Sheng pushed his eye sockets and had a blank expression on his face. He was used to being criticized by the head teacher.

"Here's the process sheet for you. Rehearse it during the afternoon self-study class." Cao Jun pretended not to see Wen Xia's resistance, walked down and placed the process sheet on He Sheng's desk.

…

Soon it was the second class on Wednesday, and the first and second year high school students began to move stools to the playground. It usually took at least half an hour to move the stools.

The first and second year high school students were not as nervous as the third year as they approached the college entrance examination. Knowing that the next class would be occupied, most of the students were very happy and moved their stools while walking and talking.

He simply ignored the instructions from his class teachers not to talk.

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