The classroom of the seventh class of the third year of high school.

Since the results of the morning examination papers were distributed, about 50 students have different styles. There are those who are happy and complacent, and there are those who are disappointed and lonely...... There are those with smiles on their faces, and there are those with ugly faces.

Grades are everything.

In the third year of high school, grades really are everything for most students.

Even students who usually like to make trouble are silent. Even the lively and excited students were speechless.

......

Seats in the first row.

A girl with short hair that reached her ears pulled Li Ziwei at the same table: "Xiaowei, then Han Dong scored seven points in mathematics!"

Li Ziwei was shocked: "Impossible!"

She knows very well that Han Dong's usual grades are basically around the top ten in the class, and no matter how wrong she is in mathematics, she will fail at most...... How could it be so low?

The short-haired girl with her ears pouted: "I just passed by the math teacher's office and heard the teacher's shout. This must be true...... It's a pity that there is no math class today, otherwise Han Dong will definitely suffer. ”

Li Ziwei pursed her lips.

In Li Ziwei's opinion, no matter how powerful a martial arts student is, at most he will be admitted to Chongben University...... It's simply not possible to go to school.

And she is a good student who is destined to be admitted to Jiangnan University.

This is the gap between heaven and earth, and the gap between life and life.

"It's a pity. ”

Li Ziwei was inexplicably upset, turned her head to look, and saw that Han Dong, who had an indifferent face, was actually closing his eyes to recuperate, and her heart was even more suffocated: "Han Dong, Han Dong, what can you do if you don't study?

"No, I can't. ”

Li Ziwei gritted her white teeth: "I want to find an opportunity to persuade him." ”

......

The third row against the wall.

Gu Yuanliang looked at his test paper and was in a daze. Although the morning has passed, he still has some dreamlike feelings.

The first throne was lost like this, and it was also lost to his tablemate Han Dong.

"Gu Yuanliang. ”

Suddenly, Han Dong said softly.

Gu Yuanliang was frightened, shook his head, and hurriedly responded, "What's wrong?"

Han Dong asked, "Where is the bronze coin you brought to school last time?" I remember the last two days...... Xu Churan borrowed copper coins from you. ”

Gu Yuanliang was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly chuckled: "You gave it back to me a long time ago." ”

"That's good. ”

Han Dong nodded.

Xu Churan, who was at the back table, raised his beautiful eyes and looked at Han Dong, flashing a trace of jealousy.

She pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and wiped her pink nails absentmindedly, not knowing what she was thinking.

And Feng Yanqi next to her was wearing black-framed glasses, carefully and carefully, constantly flipping through the three test papers, meticulously studying the reasons for each wrong question...... And she also took out three notebooks that recorded the wrong questions and recorded them all.

Feng is also the epitome of most of her classmates.

......

In the afternoon.

Han Dong carried his schoolbag, left the classroom, and went to the fitness activity building.

This also happened to allow him to avoid the second class in the afternoon...... Because this class is a math class, and the math teacher has been holding back his anger all morning, and is about to roar the classroom and teach Han Dong a hard lesson.

Notice.

This is the third time that the test is ...... The only student with a single-digit math score is Han Dong.

Han Dong naturally didn't know this.

Even if you know, you don't care...... Everyone has their own path to the future, and it doesn't have to be learning.

......

Fitness activity building, martial arts training venue.

A martial arts student, his eyes are as vigorous as fire, practicing anode piles.

There are a few martial arts students, panting for breath and constantly resting halfway. Because the body can't keep up, the spirit can't bear the energy consumption of the anode pile.

Whew.

Whew.

Han Dong stood on the anode pile, breathing steadily, and his eyes were high, like a blazing flame.

The anode pile belongs to the advanced pile work, which requires emotional cooperation, if the emotions do not match, the practice effect will be twice the result with half the effort.

Since witnessing the martial arts power that can blow up the air, Han Dong's resolute determination and obsessive fanaticism also fit the theme of the anode pile, making his pile gong practice more standard and more effective.

Smack.

The sound of rhythmic footsteps made all martial arts students tense their heartstrings and dare not slack off.

Ning Lao, who was dressed in black leather clothes, was smoking a cigarette while inspecting the martial arts students with his hands behind his back...... Anode piles are extremely important, if you can stick to them every day, you can achieve six products in one year, and you can reach four products in three years.

Pity.

It is impossible for normal students to practice every day, and even if they practice every other day, some martial arts students still can't bear it.

"Hmph, I'm still lazy at this time. ”

Ning Lao glanced indifferently at an inch-headed boy and pouted: "The physical fitness has not reached the seventh grade, just with the brave momentum and sharp fighting style, he can barely compete with the seventh grade, so he thinks that he really has the seventh rank of martial arts?"

"Idiot. ”

"It's pointless to practice to reach the seventh grade. Physical fitness is key. ”

Ning Lao didn't say a word, his eyes drooping.

He passed by Sun Hui and nodded secretly: "Sun Hui, this kid is okay, his physical fitness has reached the fifth grade, and he can enter the heavy capital...... Whether you have the opportunity to embark on the path of martial arts in the future depends on your attitude towards martial arts in college. ”

"Still. ”

"It's too difficult for a martial artist to enter the martial arts. ”

He is not unoptimistic about Sun Hui...... It's that he is not optimistic about all the martial arts students present at all.

Martial arts nine products, hard work and hard work are still effective. However, those who enter the martial arts cannot succeed by relying on determination and hard work alone.

The stupid bird flies first, and indeed flies farther.

But no matter how far it flies, a stupid bird can't fly an eagle, this is an unalterable gap.

"Huh?"

"This Han Dong's anode pile is quite standard. ”

Ning Lao glanced at it twice, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth: "The talent of martial arts is good, it is estimated that it is a little stronger than Sun Hui." It's a pity, if this Han Dong turns into a martial arts student in his first year of high school, he will probably have five grades now. ”

He shook his head, leaned against the edge of the ring, and closed his eyes.

As a matter of fact.

If he personally instructed Han Dong in the ways of controlling his body and exercising his strength, he would inevitably have physical contact with Han Dong...... Once this was the case, he could sense that Han Dong's martial arts grade was no longer inferior to that of a normal martial arts student.

Pity.

He didn't personally instruct.

The nine grades of martial arts are relatively difficult to define, and it is necessary to have precise equipment and standardized postures in order to define specific grades. Of course...... The lower three grades, the middle three grades, and the upper three grades all have their own characteristics, but they are relatively easy to identify.

Time passes.

When it was time for the end of the practice, Ning Lao said three sentences for the first time, and then left the martial arts practice venue with his hands behind his back, obviously in a good mood.

"Han Dong. ”

Sun Hui gasped and walked towards Han Dong: "If you're not in a hurry, I'll introduce you to some martial arts students, and let's have something to eat together." ”

Han Dong said: "I'm afraid not...... I left those three papers in the classroom, and I'll have to go back to the classroom to pick them up later. ”

Sun Hui was stunned.

When the exam papers were handed out, he was also in the classroom, and he also deliberately found Han Dong and took a look at Han Dong's miserable results.

"Single-digit score ......" coughed, and he couldn't help laughing: "Han Dong, it's good that you practice martial arts, otherwise with the fiery temper of the math teacher, you will be scolded for being bloody." ”

"Alas. ”

Han Dong sighed, his face flushed with sorrow: "It's really hard to explain. ”

Sun Hui smiled and patted Han Dong on the shoulder sympathetically: "It must be because you secretly practiced the anode pile, which led to a lack of spirit and couldn't answer the question at all...... As I told you last time, the anode pile can't be practiced frequently, and it can't bear it at all. ”

said.

He waved his hand at Han Dong and left the martial arts practice venue with his schoolbag.

"Ugh. ”

Han Dong blinked: "I'm still thinking about how to explain to Sun Hui......"

If he faced other people, he could still use willfulness as an excuse, but he really didn't want to face Sun Hui with lies.

Without Sun Hui, it would be difficult for him to join the ranks of martial arts students.

"That's fine. Han Dong also carried his schoolbag, left the martial arts practice venue, and walked to the senior high school teaching building: "When class is over, I will enter the classroom again, and the three test papers will always be taken home." But don't tell your parents until they ask. ”

......

Senior 3 Teaching Building.

The seventh class of senior high school is located on the third floor, which belongs to the floor of the liberal arts class. The second and first floors are the floors for classes 9 to 22, which belong to the science class.

Click.

Click.

Han Dong slowed down and walked up the stairs.

But as soon as he reached the second floor, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure, his shoulders trembling, as if crying in a low voice. There was also a girl next to her who persuaded softly, but some couldn't hear the specific voice clearly.

Vaguely.

The girl's concerned voice came: "Okay, okay, little hazy ......"

Kindness?

Hazy?

Han Dong paused.

Although it is not clear whether this so-called Xiao Hao is Zhang Luoyu's uncle's daughter Zhang Hao...... But the second floor is where Zhang Hao's class is located.

......

Around the corner from the second floor.

"Hey, luckily this is a self-study class. The woman wore a simple and short hairstyle, patted Zhang Hazy on the back, and said softly, "Don't worry about them...... Zong Kaixuan: They like to joke. ”

Zhang Hao twitched her pretty nose: "You can't joke too much." ”

The short-haired girl sighed: "I reminded you a long time ago that Zong Kaixuan is interesting to you, so he deliberately pulled your long hair." He didn't touch you anyway, so don't take it personally. ”

"But, it's almost ......"

Zhang Hao was angry and stomped his feet.

She didn't even want to go back to the class, she felt very uncomfortable, and she only felt a sense of grievance in her heart. But she didn't know who to turn to for help, and no one could help her.

Even asking the teacher for help is useless.

The verbal warning couldn't scare Zong Kaixuan at all.

"There are still more than eighty days before the college entrance examination, what should I do if Zong Kaixuan does something excessive again?" Zhang Hao pursed his lips, his heart was shrouded in gloom, and he was very sad: "I, I...... What to do exactly. ”

Then.

A clear and high-spirited chuckle came clearly: "Zhang Hao?"

Zhang Hao was startled, a little familiar, and hurriedly looked up: "Han Dong, you, why are you here?" ”

"Zhang Hao, it's really you!" Han Dong smiled, walked towards Zhang Hao, and said as he walked: "Just at the staircase, I felt that it was you, but I didn't dare to be sure......"

Zhang was speechless and pursed his lips.

Kindness?

Han Dong walked up to Zhang Hao, saw the tears in the corners of Zhang Hao's eyes, and his face sank: "What's the matter? Who bullied you?"

Zhang Hao hurriedly waved his hand: "It's okay." ”

Han Dong's voice was low: "Your eyes are red, and you still say it's okay?"

Zhang Hao didn't say a word.

The short-haired girl looked at Han Dong curiously and shook her head secretly...... Zong Kaixuan is a relatively powerful student in the science class, he studies well, and he is quite familiar with some martial arts students, and ordinary students dare not provoke Zong Kaixuan at all.

Han Dong squinted his eyes: "Zhang Hao...... How was this exam and how did it go. ”

"Pretty good. Zhang Hao said in a low voice, barely squeezing out a smile to hide his mood: "I am the first in the class this time." ”

"Oh. ”

Han Dong nodded and said with a smile: "It's not about grades, what is the reason for that? We are good friends...... Is someone bullying you?"

Yes?

Zhang was stunned and dumbfounded.

She never imagined that Han Dong's request for results was to pave the way for this sentence...... This couldn't help but make her cover her mouth and chuckle, and her suppressed emotions dissipated a lot.