Dongyang No. 1 Middle School Wenhua Bang and Sanjiang Pavilion are very famous, the former is posted with the ranking of each class and the individual score of the students, and the latter is posted with excellent composition poems in each exam.

The popularity of Sanjiang Pavilion last time, Feng Han didn't rub it up, this time he was out of the limelight on the Wenhua List, and he created the lowest score since the birth of the Wenhua List!

Although Feng Han's grades in the past were also poor, he would basically be full, and it would not be a problem to mix two or three hundred points, and there were always a few who were more abandoned than him.

But this time, in order to anger Mr. Li, he was open, most of the test papers were blank or deliberately written wrong, and the two essays were even more zero, and his grades suddenly slipped to the last place in the grade, with a total score of only a pitiful 23.3 points.

This is what the other students in the class told Feng Han, and he understands the penultimate one, but how did the 0.3 score come about!

Although he still has to pretend to be friendly at the moment, Lu Youxi still can't help but cover his mouth and snicker, as for who to laugh at, someone should have a bit of a B number in his heart.

Feng Han thought to himself: Don't look at you smiling happily now, be careful to pull the list in the future, your grades are not much better!

Because of the grades, Yun Dachuan, who was the eighth woman in the front row, suddenly put aside the matter of Queqiao Immortal and helped Feng Han calculate an account, "Look at it, the average score of our class is 572, not counting Xiaoxi, there are 72 people in total, and the total score is 41184, minus your 23 points......"

"Point 3!" Feng Han stubbornly emphasized.

"Okay, minus 23.3 points, it's 41,161 points. ”

"0:7!" Feng Han emphasized again.

"Okay, 41160.7 points, divided by 71 people excluding you, the average score is 579.7 points......"

"You didn't forget about the decimal point this time~" Feng Han muttered.

"Okay, be generous, don't use the decimal point! Rounding it up is 580 points! God provo, my brother Feng, you alone lowered the average score of our chrysanthemum class by 8! No wonder we Meilan Zhuju is at the bottom!" Yun Dachuan made a fuss and said, "If the average score is 580, our class will be the first in the grade!"

"This ......" Lu Youxi was shocked, oh my God, how did this boy calculate it, and he didn't use a calculator, it was so powerful, it was so scary, she was completely confused by these numbers, and Lu Youxi, who was panicked in her heart, asked, "Dachuan, how many are you in the class?"

Facing the goddess's question, Yun Dachuan was a little embarrassed, "I'm one step better than last time, last time I was the first to last, and now, the second to last~" He felt that counting backwards was progressing, and there was no shining point if he was counting.

It was Feng Han's appearance that saved him, so Yun Dachuan now appreciates Feng Han more and more.

Lu Youxi continued to be shocked, the penultimate is so powerful, then wouldn't he be miserable, why did he come to this kind of class, he would definitely lose his life when the time came, and maybe he would be blocked as a joke!

Lu Youxi has already begun to think about whether to pretend to be sick on the day of the exam~

Just thinking about it, the head teacher, Mr. Zu, came in with the report card, and had just been delayed in the office for a while, when he was about to go out, Lao Guo and Li Yan stopped him and asked him what was going on.

"I don't know, I'll go to the class and ask Feng Han later. ”

"Wait!" Mr. Guo had already turned the title page, "Wow, Ling Renzhi, deputy editor-in-chief of "Scholarly", Xi Feihu, doctoral supervisor of the Department of Ancient Literature of Shigu University, Wu Shi, director of the Daxia Museum of Chinese Studies, Ms. Gong Honglian, a famous poet of the graceful school, and Brother Xiaoshuai, a well-known literary blogger on the Internet, these people are all praising this Queqiao Immortal, come, ancestor, you can also see what they say!"

Of course, Zu Xiao also wanted to see what everyone said about Queqiao Immortal, but he was even more afraid that Li Yan would see that Feng Han was a treasure, so he ran away on the grounds that the class bell had already rang.

After he left, Mr. Guo proposed to Li Yan again that these were all possibilities written by Feng Han himself, and this time, although Mr. Li Yan was still reluctant to admit it, his tone had long since lost the certainty he had at the beginning.

If they say that because of their limited knowledge, they may not know which great lyricist has just created this poem, but Ling Renzhi and Xi Feihu, how can they not know, it is certain that before Feng Han, they have never heard of this poem from other sources!

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Back to his one-acre and three-point land, Zu Xiao was full of enthusiasm, not at all like the fourth grade in this class, you know, they are Meilan Zhuju top class, and at the end of last year, it was the first, and the fourth place is a shameful ranking.

The students were afraid that the old class would get angry, so they all lowered their heads and pretended to be quails, "Students, you did well in the exam!" Zu Xiao began.

The heads of the classmates are lowered, it's over, the irony is all used, and they must be angry.

"Why are you all keeping your heads down, I mean really, everyone did really well in the exam this time, Wang Chunchun, you have been hovering in the fourth or fifth grade normally, but this time you actually took the third place, continue to maintain it, and strive to stabilize yourself in the third place!"

"There is also Dong Rui, who has finally entered the top ten in his grade, and his Chinese grades have improved a lot, so he will make persistent efforts. ”

"The most positive is Yun Dachuan, although he is still the 71st in our class, but this time he was admitted to the top 500 in the grade, which is also a victory, keep up the good work, the teacher is waiting to see you achieve better results!"

Listening to Teacher Zu's cheerful voice, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Yun Dachuan was also very moved, so he decided not to read the story in the old class!

Ran Goose, "Yun Dachuan, what's on your desk?!" Zu Xiao walked over quickly, although Yun Dachuan hid quickly, but he was still pulled out of the drawer by the sharp-eyed ancestor.

Zu Xiao's eyes lit up, hey, I was just about to see it, you really handed the pillow when you were sleepy, "It's confiscated, I want a 1000-word review when I get out of school!"

"Dear Teacher Zu, is 800 words okay?"

"Dear Okawa-san, 1200 words, not counting punctuation!"

Yun Dachuan wanted to cry without tears, Zu Xiao was just about to turn around, when he suddenly saw Lu Youxi with his head down, and his mood was not high, and Feng Han also pointed his middle finger out of the window at a certain moment.

"What are you doing?" asked Zu Xiao.

"Someone outside is filming us, just that person, grandson, say yours, you still shoot!" Feng Han stood up directly and opened the window, their teaching building was next to the school wall, and the paparazzi outside were lying on the wall, just in time to photograph their class.

Although Lu Youxi had just come to the chrysanthemum class, everyone regarded her as their own, not only Feng Han stood up, Yun Dachuan, and other boys also opened the window to greet the paparazzi on the wall.

At this moment, Lu Youxi was a little moved.

Zu Xiao appeased the classmates in the class, called the security office, and soon, the paparazzi on the wall were cleaned up.

But the other party is very difficult to entangle, and promised the security department not to pick up the wall again, but still around the school, after a while, someone actually got a very high herringbone ladder, that is, the old scum who was pushed down by the bear, he pointed the camera at Lu Youxi, turned on and fixed it, as if he was going to shoot a documentary, this is to prepare for a long-term war of resistance!

Teacher Zu was very angry, what was he doing, not to mention that this was disrespectful to Lu Youxi's classmates, it also had an impact on his teaching, he was halfway through the class, and he notified the security department and asked them to drive people away!

But the security department is worried that reporters will talk nonsense and smear the school, after all, the uncrowned king is best at reversing black and white.

"Then let them spy on our class like this!" Zu Xiao said angrily.

"But the other party didn't pick up the wall, and the other didn't show his head, he just fixed the camera on the ladder, and the people were below, and they couldn't be seen if they didn't look closely, they were outside the school, and we didn't have a legitimate reason to care about him~" Captain Zhao of the security office prevaricated while ordering money.

"Okay, you Zhao Ergou, you don't care, then I'll call the police, I'll see that the police don't care!"

However, the police's reply was: No matter!