I saw that Jian Xiangyang was already writing the last essay question.

Separated by four rows, because Jian Xiangyang's volume was too neat and clean, Fang Yan could clearly see that the pages of the composition paper had basically been covered with dense words, and they were about to turn the page.

A bad premonition welled up in Fang Yan's heart, just after Jian Xiangyang dropped the last full stop on the scroll. That bad foreboding came true.

[The boss completes the answer sheet, and the host challenge fails.] There are still three exams, please keep up the good work!]

With Xiang Yang checking the test papers, he put the papers on the corner of the table and pressed them, and the prompt sound of the system sounded on time in his mind.

I'll go to Jian Xiangyang, it's nonsense, how can it be so fast!

He always knew that Jian Xiangyang answered quickly, but he didn't have it so fast, the bell for the end of the first class hadn't been beaten yet.

Forty-five minutes didn't come, how could this be!

He didn't want to believe it at all, when he turned on all the plug-ins, his hand speed had soared to the previous limit, and it was not as good as Jian Xiangyang.

Fang Yan glanced at the font on his test paper, which was about to fly, and even the words that he couldn't even recognize with a pen, Fang Yan only felt a panic in his heart.

Jian Xiangyang, he wrote it blindly, absolutely!!

Turning his head to look at Jian Xiangyang, who had already picked up the competition book and brushed it up, the corners of Fang Yanqi's mouth twitched.

I couldn't help but maliciously think in my heart, whether Jian Xiangyang was stimulated by his behavior of writing and handing in the paper earlier than him a few times before, so he deliberately accelerated his speed to suppress him this time......

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, Fang Yan's hand holding the signature pen loosened, and when he thought about it, his mood suddenly improved a lot.

It seems that his previous stimulation is still effective, and the most important thing in the exam is the results. Blindly pursuing speed, if the final test results are not good, it will be a slap in the face.

If you don't have that diamond, don't do that porcelain job. Fang Yan doesn't think that Xiang Yang has this ability, and what good results can he answer at such a speed. He was waiting for the Chinese results to come out tomorrow, and Jian Xiangyang was slapped in the face!

"Jingle bell!"

The bell rang for the end of the first class in the afternoon. Fang Yan sneered and retracted his gaze, and continued to bury his head in writing.

But every exam before the end of self-study from afternoon to evening, there would be system prompts one after another, which made the smile on the corner of his mouth unable to pull out, and his whole face sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[The boss completes the answer sheet, and the host challenge fails.] There are two more exams, please keep up the good work!]

[The boss completes the answer sheet, and the host challenge fails.] There is also an exam, please keep up the good work!]

[The boss completes the answer sheet, the host challenge fails!] 】

......

Jian Xiangyang is poisonous, he is doing it with him!

But when Fang Yan almost confirmed that Jian Xiangyang was deliberately suppressing him in terms of speed, he discovered something that made him even more distracted.

Jian Xiangyang didn't show him a provocative look during the whole exam, and even said that Jian Xiangyang didn't look at him at all. After writing the paper, he quietly took out the competition book to brush the questions, and ignored him completely without the slightest intention of paying attention to the outside world.

Oh, it can really be pretended!

Dialects thought disdainfully.

Although he knew that Jian Xiangyang's appearance could be pretended to show him, Fang Yan was still angry.

What is more uncomfortable than provocation is ignorance, Jian Xiangyang's forced pretense makes Fang Yan want to punch him in the face.

But the thing that made Fang Yan feel the most aggrieved was that Jian Xiangyang had written every subject very early, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to know his results at all, and none of the subjects were handed in in advance.

When he handed in all the subjects in advance, let the teacher judge the grades, and took the initiative to provoke, Jian Xiangyang didn't seem to feel his provocation, and still brushed the questions without hurrying.

It wasn't until the end of the last class of the evening self-study and the end of the exam that Jian Xiangyang stepped on the point and handed in the last test paper.

After school, the students packed their schoolbags and discussed the results of the dialect.

Xiangyang's front and back tables were also discussing.

"Chinese 124, Mathematics 147, English 126, Physics 99, Chemistry 97, Biology 95!

I'll go, the dialect is too bad! This science score is close to a perfect score! It's just too perverted!"

"yes, I remember he was at the bottom of his class a few months ago, and this progress is too fast!"

"And he just handed in the papers early...... I cried, is this the difference between people? It's cruel. I've been working hard for nearly two years, but it's not as serious as the dialect for a few months. ”

"Don't be sour, IQ really can't be compared. But then again, Fang Yan's results this time can be ranked among the top few even in the entire grade. ”

"It's just a quiz between classes, so it's not accurate. The questions in the weekday exam are still a little more difficult. ”

"Yes, but if you compare it with Jian Xiangyang or not, you will know. Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered one thing, Fang Yan's grades have improved a lot this time, do you think he can pull Jian Xiangyang down?"

"It's a bit hanging, after all, Jian Xiangyang is Jian Xiangyang after all, the big guy doesn't have a little bias, and the total score is too difficult.

But if you want to talk about mathematics and science results alone, Jian Xiangyang can't compare to a large extent, and the science results of dialect are too ruthless. ”

According to Jian Xiangyang's previous results, his mathematics is about 140, and his comprehensive theory is stable at about 270 to 280. Science is still far worse than dialects. ”

"In fact, science is a very intelligent thing, although it is difficult to achieve a high score, but it can still be achieved after training. But it's hard to get close to a perfect score, and the difference in the last score is the difference in talent. In this regard, I am more optimistic about dialects, and all his subjects are submitted in advance, which shows that his brain is good. ”

"You can't say that, how do you know that my male god can't compare to the words! I judged the results before they came out, what? You are a prophet!

And is it better to finish the paper in advance? My male god has already finished it, okay, he finished writing every subject much earlier than the dialect. You can't just say that people are inferior to dialects without paying attention. ”

"Then why didn't he turn in the papers early?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just lazy to be in the limelight. How about it, do you want to make a bet, wait for the male god's results to come out tomorrow, look at the science results, who is higher than him or the dialect. ”

"Bet on whom, who's afraid of whom!"

......

While the students were packing up their things, they gathered in pairs and chatted about dialects and Jian Xiangyang's grades. In the end, he talked about the smell of gunpowder, and the wave of the station dialect and the wave of the station Jian Xiangyang directly bet.

During the period, Xiang Yang quietly packed his schoolbag, completely without the consciousness of being the protagonist of the topic, raised his glasses, and inserted the bookmark on the page of the competition book without any emotion, closed the book with his schoolbag on his back, and walked out of the classroom door.