Chapter37

In fact, Yuan Jie has been a teacher in Seventeenth Middle School for so many years, and it is rare to see students like Yan Qiuyi and Jing Yang who are blatantly late for so long, especially Yan Qiuyi - it simply refreshed his three views and opened the door to a new world for him, okay?!

He stood beside Yan Qiuyi, his face was inexplicable, and he didn't care about writing the test paper at all, as if the person who was just half an hour late was not her. After being a teacher for so many years, it is really rare to see students with such a high psychological quality. Anyway, the late boy in the back seat of the little girl looked at him a little worriedly.

Yan Qiuyi didn't notice that there was a person standing next to her who might become her teacher in the future, and she had no distractions to a certain level, these days she has finally regained her original feeling, and her handwriting is clean but not careless--worthy of the hand board that was beaten by the teacher's sister and brother in those years! She has clear thinking, fluent writing, and her own style of writing, almost finishing an essay at the speed of copying, Yan Qiuyi calculated the time, well, it is enough to finish writing the previous big question.

Yan Qiuyi brushed and turned the test paper over again, I don't know if it was her illusion, she always felt that the atmosphere in the examination room had become a little tense - this thing didn't have this kind of nervous atmosphere at all, it was her own self-consciousness.

Ma Dan, who is not nervous during such a large-scale exam, and who is not impatient when he hears the sound of turning papers?

Well, these basic questions are completely trivial.

She also gave Murong Xue and a few of them these ancient poems! She was proud!

Yan Qiuyi has such a little benefit, once she concentrates on doing something, nothing can disturb her, correspondingly, her efficiency is also very high, as soon as the bell rings at the end of the exam time, she has already written the last word of the last stroke. Perfect！

When collecting the test papers, Yuan Jie picked up her test papers and looked at her suspiciously, then looked at the front and back again, and then walked back to the podium. It made Yan Qiuyi and the second monk puzzled, what happened to WTF?

Jing Yang poked her with a pen behind her, and Yan Qiuyi turned around.

"Are you done?"

Yan Qiuyi nodded, "The time is just right." What about you?"

Jing Yang smiled slightly, revealing two small tiger teeth, "I'm pretty much the same, but the end of the final composition is a little sloppy." ”

Yuan Jie stood on the podium and knocked on the table with the test papers, "Okay, don't talk to each other, now let's send the second mathematics test paper, find a classmate to show you that the test paper is sealed, the exam time is one and a half hours, and the paper will be collected at half past eleven, pay attention to the time matching!"

The only disadvantage of applying for the 17th high school is that there is no buffer time between the Chinese and mathematics exams, but many students are suffering, and many children go to the tide of the 17th middle school every year.

Yan Qiuyi did not miscalculate, the additional questions in this year's seventeenth middle school are still beyond the outline - they are all beyond the third year of junior high school. She looked back and forth at the basic questions, which were not difficult. 70%+30%, that is, 70% of the basic questions, 30% of the advanced questions, 30% of the additional questions that are not easy to get plus 50 points of the syllabus, she has a hunch that she will cry a lot when she goes out of the examination room.

......

It has been a long time since Yan Qiuyi was promoted to a girl with touching action, and she can hardly remember what state she was in when she was procrastinating and lazy.

Twenty minutes before the end of the exam, Yan Qiuyi had already finished answering the test paper, and after checking it to confirm that it was correct, she began to turn the pen boredly. Yuan Jie glanced at her several times, and Yan Qiuyi, who felt like a substantial gaze, had no choice but to put away the pen in a low-key manner, and raised his hand to signal that he wanted to hand in the paper.

Another female teacher who was invigilating walked up to her.

"Are you done?Do you want to check it again?" After getting Yan Qiuyi's negative answer, Yan Qiuyi packed up the stationery and admission ticket in an orderly manner and turned around and walked out of the examination room.

Jing Yang, who was thinking hard about the last big question, looked at Yan Qiuyi's back in surprise.

...... "I haven't returned the pen to you yet!"

The scenery of Seventeen Middle School is still quite good, and it has not insulted its title as the defending king of the major junior high schools. Entering from the simple and elegant gate, you will be greeted by a beautiful artificial fountain, which is lined with colorful lights that are particularly bright, and even more dazzling at night. The fountain is lined with lush and lush trees, which is in the middle of summer, and it is even more verdant. The flowers sandwiched in the middle, a boulder stands impressively in it, which was jointly donated by a certain class of alumni of the 17th Middle School, and what Yan Qiuyi is engraved on it is too far away to see clearly. The teaching building is built in the shape of a hollow square, and the style is somewhat European, with a slight rococo style. As for the playground, football field, basketball court and other buildings, Yan Qiuyi did not go to see them all because the time was too short.

She walked out of the school gate slowly with her schoolbag on her back - just kidding, when a large number of children flocked to the door, she would be squashed, okay?

The schoolbag was a little heavy, maybe because she was carrying a brick, you must know that when she just took the schoolbag outside the classroom door, the heaviness was ...... She almost didn't fall for a while, okay?!

There were more and more parents gathered at the door, Yan Qiuyi felt that she was getting more and more tired, and she fell down the steps as soon as her legs became weak as soon as she left the school gate. It's over, it's over!

Yan Qiuyi closed her eyes without love, and suddenly she felt that her body was cleared and she was fished up, and the elevation of the whole person rose a lot.

it?

She opened her eyes...... Xiao Junyang, who had already changed into civilian clothes, half-hugged her and looked helpless.

Yan Qiuyi, who was exhausted in energy, felt that Xiao Junyang was simply a boyfriend at the moment!

Boom...... I really want to get married!

Handsome guy, do you still lack leg pendants?

Xiao Junyang straightened Yan Qiuyi, and a clear voice sounded from her head, "Little girl is tired of the exam?"

Yan Qiuyi waved her hand weakly, and with the help of Xiao Junyang, she struggled through the crowd, holding on to a big tree, and said with a deep expression, "No, it's disgusting?"

Xiao Junyang: "......"

Xiao Junyang is a natural clothes rack, plus he likes to wear shirts very much, the point is that he is handsome, so casually going to that station is the focus.

Although he has only met Xiao Junyang three or four times, Yan Qiuyi, who has his own familiar attributes, already reveals a tone of "we are very familiar" inside and out.

"But uncle, why are you here? Uncle Song and Brother Linlin went to the hospital? Oh, uncle, you are so caring. ”

Xiao Junyang handed Yan Qiuyi a bottle of mineral water and unscrewed it intimately, "Without your intimacy, after they went to the hospital to bandage, your Uncle Song went to S City on a business trip, Song Lin went home, and he met ...... a child" Xiao Junyang closed his voice halfway through speaking, because he remembered that the person he was chatting with was a child, and he was still a child who dared to smash people with bricks at a critical moment.