As a student with a high IQ and extremely meticulous thinking logic, Lin Jianlu has a very good way of organizing things.

He first classified all of Yan Han's books, textbooks for textbooks, exercise books for exercise books, and then put them neatly aside, and then began to organize his papers.

As a school with a high admission rate and high academic pressure, Luze High School will continuously distribute various papers to students every day from the first year of high school. The printing fee alone will be paid to the school for several hundred yuan every month, which shows how great the academic pressure is.

But these papers are more valuable than the general exercise books sold on the market. Yan Han attaches great importance to them. Because there are too many to do, he simply does not organize them. He stacks them one by one on the table and does them one by one. He can just find the one he needs. It is quite convenient.

But if the papers that have been done and taught are not organized for a long time, they will only pile up more and more. Lin Jianlu picked out the papers with red pen marks on them, divided them into six categories according to the subject categories, and gave Yan Han two large folders as a gift, and put these unused papers in them.

Yan Han was watching him while he was doing this. It must be said that when he saw Lin Jianlu turn to the test paper below him and saw the whole paper was full of red marks of mistakes, it was difficult for him to avoid blushing.

Two weeks ago, his level was not like this, and his error rate in the questions he did was extremely high.

The teacher would not mark the papers for the students in person, but would only start explaining the questions after checking the completion of the homework, so Yan Han was the only one who knew his level before.

Now...

what made people feel more relaxed was that except for the fact that Lin Jianlu slightly raised his eyebrows at the beginning, he did not make any relevant comments on his error rate.

The workload was indeed a bit heavy, and it was obviously impossible to sort it all out during a break.

The bell rang, and Yan Han and Lin Jianlu temporarily changed seats, but he did not dare to move things around, because Lin Jianlu said that he would help him continue to sort it out at noon.

Yan Han felt very embarrassed. He whispered to Lin Jianlu, "Will it be difficult for you to sit with me?"

After all, he has a cleanliness fetish. Although he didn't know what the specific taboos of cleanliness were, it seemed that the messy desk of his deskmate was one of them.

Yan Han said, "If you can't stand it, you can tell the teacher. Don't worry about me..."

"No." Lin Jianlu interrupted him and said, "It's not because it's too messy that I can't stand it. It's that a tidy desk can help improve your enthusiasm for learning, and a good tidying habit will also make you more efficient."

"That's right." Yan Han scratched his head. When he was a barber, he was used to tidying up the workbench, so that he could do his work more smoothly.

But his organizing ability was obviously limited to the workbench. He really didn't have the energy to organize these papers every day, not to mention that he was already used to this way. After he had just finished organizing, he would probably not be able to find anything for a while. It was troublesome to think about it.

"It doesn't matter." Lin Jianlu said, "Just tell me what you are looking for, and I will help you find it."

Yan Han: "..."

Since others said so, he had no choice.

Anyway, he couldn't actually pay attention to these when he was studying, so he could do whatever he wanted.

The two had just finished whispering when the head teacher walked into the class with a textbook.

That's right, this is the real English class today. She had temporarily switched with another teacher in the second class, but she didn't know when they would switch back.

The head teacher asked as soon as he came in: "Student Yan Han, is it okay for you to sit in the last row?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Yan Han said.

"Then Lin Jianlu, is it okay for you to sit there?"

"Yeah, it's fine for me to sit here." Lin Jianlu said.

"Then you two should study hard. I was just watching from outside. The class has started, why are you two still talking?" She said this with a smile, and her tone seemed like a joke, but it was obvious that she had something else to say.

Yan Han: "..."

Okay, it's wrong for them to talk in class.

"You are all good kids with good grades. You should study hard. The teacher doesn't need to say more about this..." The head teacher said, and this time he didn't say anything else, but took out the textbook and started the class.

Yan Han turned his head to look at Lin Jianlu. The two looked at each other, then quickly looked away and started to do their own things.

Yan Han continued to recite the text. He recited it very seriously and focused, completely blocking out the sounds around him. When he had almost memorized the text, he suddenly heard his deskmate Lin Jianlu's name being called.

"Lin Jianlu!"

"Here." Lin Jianlu slowly raised his head.

The head teacher walked down the podium again and approached their table, saying as she walked: "What are you doing under there? You put your hands under the table, how can you take notes like this?"

As soon as she said hands, Wen Juerong quickly stuffed the Rubik's Cube into the table and put his hands on the table.

As for Yan Han, he learned his lesson this time. He memorized the small textbook with reduced print that he had finally found and bought. He still turned to the lesson that the teacher taught today in the normal large textbook. As for the small textbook, if it was seen, it would only be regarded as a small dictionary and would not be mentioned.

So at this moment, both sides of Lin Jianlu gave him a look of "May the best of you" and their eyes were full of pity.

The head teacher had already walked over to their table. Seeing that the only open book on Lin Jianlu's desk was indeed clean and without a single word on it, she frowned and said, "A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. The teacher knows that you are good at liberal arts, but I don't care how you studied in the first class before. When you come to my class, you have to follow the teacher's method. The teacher is not harming you. What's wrong with you taking some notes?"

She said, and then set her eyes on Yan Han's book and said, "Look, Look at your deskmate, how many notes he took, and he even knew to preview in advance. I have taught so many classes of students, and the thing I feel most deeply is that smart students are not as good as hardworking students. Look at Yan Han, although she came from Class 17, she has proved that even if she is from Class 17, she has the ability to be admitted to Class 14..."

Yan Han: ... He looked at his textbook speechlessly. He took a lot of notes, so many that the teacher didn't realize that the content of his notes had nothing to do with the grammar she taught.

He suddenly felt a little unhappy. He was unhappy that the other party looked down on Class 17 in his words and deeds, and he felt that Lin Jianlu was a little pitiful. He didn't want to be compared with Lin Jianlu by her.

To be honest, for someone who can get almost full marks in English in the placement test, he really doesn't think there is any need to attend class and listen specially. Just sit here quietly and don't disturb others for face. That's all.

This teacher is really a bit picky.

Yan Han himself used to be the kind of person who was often on the white list. Being criticized by teachers was already commonplace, and he didn't think it was a big deal.

But maybe Lin Jianlu was almost tacitly regarded as a genius in terms of study. A genius was criticized for studying?

... He felt very embarrassed.

Yan Han was not the only one who felt embarrassed. Other students were also frightened and silent. They couldn't help but secretly look at the movements here. At the same time, they felt that their class teacher was really a bit too nosy.

Maybe it was a newly reorganized class, and they wanted to make a show of force on the first day.

But they hit Lin Jianlu on the head? After all, he is a top-notch academic master!

The academic master did not compromise easily.

Lin Jianlu said, "I think this way of learning grammar is not suitable for me, and I don't have the habit of taking notes. Sorry, teacher."

The head teacher didn't seem to expect that such a good student who was praised by everyone would be so harsh and...disrespectful.

The wall between the arts and sciences is still very thick. The teachers' offices are not in the same office. She only heard about the rumors about Lin Jianlu occasionally. She was not even notified this morning that Lin Jianlu was assigned to her class.

She had originally thought that the top student would be as obedient as she had imagined. Now she had never expected that the good student would openly "contradict" her. The head teacher immediately glared at her: "What else do you want to do if you don't take notes during class? Isn't class for learning from the teacher? Otherwise, what do you want to do? Are you going to skip class?" As

the head teacher spoke, she became angry.

The angrier she got, the more she smiled when she spoke. Now she smiled in a weird way and said: "You want to come to my class, no problem, that's OK, no matter what your science foundation is, the teacher is happy to accept you. But don't you have to obey the teacher's arrangements?"

Lin Jianlu simply stood up from his seat.

He was very tall, a head taller than the teacher who was more than 1.7 meters tall, and thin, and his upright and pine-like standing posture made him look even taller.

At this moment, his face was expressionless and his attitude was calm. He just said, "You are too kind. I just don't like taking notes. I understand that you are worried about my science grades, but I think you are not worried about English, right?"

After Lin Jianlu finished speaking, he looked at the head teacher with a level gaze.

The head teacher did not think that she was being unreasonable. In the past, when she called on any student, they would always promise that they would not make the same mistake again next time, and would take out a notebook to take notes even if it was just for show.

She did not expect that Lin Jianlu would be so disrespectful.

However, she also knew the other party's grades, so even if she pointed out the knowledge to test him at this time, it would not be difficult for him.

After weighing the pros and cons, she finally said, "It's okay if you don't follow the teacher in class. You can at least memorize some words during this time. I saw you almost fell asleep with your head down..."

Lin Jianlu smiled at her, obviously not wanting to continue the topic.

But the head teacher obviously didn't know when to stop.

There were no bad guys in the 14th class. The purpose of staying in this class was basically to study, and no one wanted to offend the head teacher.

She has been the head teacher of Class 14 for a long time and has always maintained this style. Now she is still unwilling to give up, "Or you say you are good at English, you don't have to learn it, but what about you learning other subjects? You just switched to science, do you know physics, chemistry, and biology? Why do you have to sleep in class when you can do something else?..."

Yan Han next to her: "..."

This is really hitting the snake with a stick, how come he was fine just now, but now he directly accuses someone of sleeping in class?

Yan Han didn't know what Lin Jianlu was thinking, but he couldn't stand it anyway.

There was not much time left before the class ended, and he wanted to consolidate the texts he had memorized before lunch, but he ran into a teacher who stood next to their table and foamed at the mouth...

It was really unbearable. The

elder brother had tolerated it before when he was not allowed to study on his own, but if this teacher kept messing around like this, his learning efficiency would be seriously affected.

Besides, Lin Jianlu was in this posture in every class, so he didn't sleep.

After enduring it again and again, Yan Han couldn't help it anymore, and raised his hand and said, "Teacher, he didn't sleep in class."

He wanted to study hard, but that didn't mean he was the kind of honest student who was afraid of the teacher and would let others bully his brother.

"What did you say?" The English teacher was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that there would be a student who would stand up and challenge his authority at this time!

The head teacher's face immediately turned cold, "Yan Han! Stand up too! I don't care what the rules of your class 17 were before, but in my class you are not allowed to disrespect the teacher!"

Yan Han was even more unhappy to hear this: "I didn't disrespect you, but you may not have seen clearly on the podium, so I want to tell you that he didn't sleep..."

"Both of you, come out! Go to my office!"