"What is there to be proud of if her Chinese score exceeds that of the math class? If she can surpass her in math, then it is worth showing off!" Although he said this, the snickering joy in his heart could not be stopped, and he said in his heart: "Haha, this time is the first step of my rise!"

"Look at you smiling from ear to ear, and pretending to be so serious!" Li Ping looked at me with disgust.

"Hehe, you can't laugh if you do well in the exam, right?" I replied with a smile.

"Ignore you!" Li Ping replied with a big back of her head.

The long-awaited results were finally announced on the third day after the exam in the intensive review of the examination papers by the teachers.

Mathematics 98

Language 95

English 95

Politics 72

History 82

Geography 69

Physics 56

Biology 47

The average score was 76.75

From the moment I saw the results, I knew that the dun that once had "the confidence on the face, the backbone melted into the blood, and the strength engraved in life" was back.

"Mom, I did it!" I said to my mother silently as I looked at my report card.

"Dunzi, come out!" the mustache suddenly came to the classroom and shouted at the door.

The moustache's deterrent power was really extraordinary, and the class was instantly quiet.

I thought I had made some mistake, but despite all my reluctance, I still walked out.

The mustache was waiting for me not far away, and I walked over silently, bowing my head, waiting for his next reprimand.

"How does it feel about this exam?" asked the mustache deliberately.

Of course, I didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so I had to answer honestly: "It's okay, right?"

"Are you okay?" the mustache became more serious: "You feel pretty good about yourself!"

"That is, general?" I tentatively said again.

"Is that not confident in yourself?" the mustache was still serious.

"No, it's not......," I quickly denied, because I still didn't know what the mustache wanted, and I didn't know which class made him unhappy.

But based on the actual score, the most likely is that the two courses in physics and biology should be failed.

"What's that?" the mustache chased.

"Mustache, mustache, you can say whatever you want to ask, don't play so deep and let others wonder if it's okay?" I thought, but I had to maintain due respect for the mustache: "Teacher, I'm sorry!

"Tell me about you, don't you work weekdays?

"I ......" I wanted to explain why I failed physics and biology, but I didn't know where to start.

"What am I?" the mustache interrupted me directly, and finally began his habitual preaching: "Tell me about you, how good a child you were in the first year of junior high school, how long you gave me?

"I'm sorry teacher......" I reluctantly apologized.

"Since you have been with Xu Hui and Zifan, okay, the three of them have become a perfect match, and they can be called 'everyone knows, no one knows' on campus!

"Three bombs!" I replied in a low voice.

"Oh yes, 'three scum'! I don't know which of you took the name, so uneducated! In my opinion, if you change your name to 'three scum', it's just three scum!" The more the mustache spoke, the more angry he became.

"Teacher, you're right, I was wrong......" I apologized vigorously.

I deeply know that the mustache is a good talker, he said before, if I don't do well in this exam, let me "look good", look at this momentum is obviously coming to me to "settle accounts after the autumn", so, no matter how he criticizes, I have to suffer, who let me fail two courses!

"I heard that a few days ago, just a few days ago, the three of you actually scared Zhao Lei into crying? haha!" After speaking, the mustache couldn't help laughing, probably because this incident was funny!

Looking at the appearance of the mustache, I suddenly lowered my head and twitched.

"Okay, okay, don't cry!" the mustache couldn't help but persuade me when he saw me twitching and "crying".

It may seem to him that I accepted his criticism and felt aggrieved and guilty from the bottom of my heart, so I cried.

Actually, I couldn't help but laugh when I lowered my head to meet his topic of "Zhao Lei was scared to cry", but I was afraid that I would be scolded more seriously, so I lowered my head and held it hard, not daring to make a sound, just twitching vigorously there, and my body kept shaking.

I really wanted to tell him, "Mustache, I'm not crying, it's your 'scare men crying' topic that made me laugh!"