"Wake up, wake up, now the exam is over, and the teachers have come over!"

The tablemate pushed Leillard's arm very impatiently, threw the test paper to him and began to bury his head in the questions. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a self-study on a hot summer day.

The ceiling fan is still slowly moving, and the extremely hot air mixed with a large amount of moisture makes the body feel very uncomfortable.

The air conditioner in the classroom stopped working due to irresistible factors, and the daily life of senior high school students basically did not change except for making papers.

Leillard wiped the beads of sweat from his head, after the fourth class in the afternoon, he should go out to buy something to eat to fill his stomach, rest well in this half an hour, and then continue to devote himself to the class test of two consecutive evening self-study classes. Smelling the smell of leek cakes in other people's drawers, he twitched his nose, and the feeling of hunger made him want to rush over and grab food in his hands.

"Xu Qian, why haven't you done the question for so long? Do you want to copy someone else?! ”

The teacher walked back and forth around Leillard several times, he stared at the usually well-behaved student, with an expression of disbelief on his face, he slapped the table angrily, it was already in the sprint stage, how could this kid stop and stop? They have all fallen from the key class to the parallel class, do they want to continue to fall, and they can't even go to three books?!

"Oh.... Oh..... I see."

Seeing the teacher's anger, Leillard suddenly had a stress reaction, and he took the pen and began to scribble on the roll.

He wanted to jump up and run out just now, but reason told him that he had to write papers honestly here, and if he didn't pass the exam, his parents at home would start political education again. Thinking that he finally entered the key class from the errand class, but because he couldn't keep up, he fell outside again, which is really not very good.

Is your life going to get worse and worse?

With a pen in his hand, Lillard looked at the math paper on the table, and for a moment cold sweat flowed from his head like a waterfall.

“..... Wait, didn't I die with flames all over my body! How did this end up in the exam classroom! Something is wrong! ”

Leillard stood up suddenly, the pain in his body, the cold outside his body, and the intense heat inside his body all gone.

His hands were also intact, touching his face and nose, which was not what he looked like after crossing over.

He shouldn't be called Xu Qian, Xu Qian is his previous name, and he should be called Leillard now!

Is this a dream?!

Or did you say that you crossed over again???

Because Lillard suddenly stood up, the chair was dragged back violently, making a sound of Zla, and the whole class of examinees looked at it in unison, and they were quite surprised in their eyes, why was this guy who usually only looked at people and smiled shyly, why was it so strange tonight?

The math teacher is notoriously loud, and although he is good to his students, if someone makes a mistake and is unwilling to study, he will spray that student for at least half an hour, and no one wants to have close contact with the saliva of this rough-looking and somewhat fat teacher. Besides, the math teacher seems to be his former homeroom teacher..... It was a big surprise that he dared to do this.

"Don't get in trouble, sit down and continue the exam, do you want to trouble me!!"

Tiramiels incarnated as Lillard's tablemate at this time, with the same delicate and serious face as her, wearing a very simple sports school uniform, and wearing Zhou Bichang-style black-framed glasses on her face, she really couldn't figure out that it was the first layer of the test, this guy's reaction was so big, hasn't he always been obedient? ?

"What do you want to do?" The math teacher walked up to Leillard and glared at him levelly, his voice getting louder.

"I know! It's all fake, right? How is it possible that someone has crossed over once and then crossed a second time again?!

How can such a good thing be treated with such a residue and this kind of waste like me!

I've been out of school for more than 10 years, and I can't take the exam here at all! Don't say yes, even if I get a good score, what's the use, will my fate be changed? Will my character be saved? Can I find the meaning of my life?!

It's useless, I know that all this is false, it's all a lie, teacher, you are so strict with me, and in the end I still can't achieve anything, is it necessary for me to continue like this!! ”

Lillard smashed the exam paper into a ball on the ground, and for some reason he suddenly felt a breath of air burning in his heart.

I was taught the right thing since I was a child, but I didn't get a correct result in the end.

Is it the world's fault, or is it your own fault?

He knew that all this was his own fault and had nothing to do with anyone else, but he just couldn't help but want to yell here.

Whether it's crossing or dreaming, he doesn't want to continue with his promises, even if he can only vent this time.

"Is the test paper hard for you?" The teacher leaned down, picked up the roll, and flattened it little by little.

He stood in front of Leillard and looked at him quietly, not as a teacher, but as if he was just a familiar acquaintance.

"I watched you move into my class, and I want every one of my students to keep up with us. I think everyone who can enter our class has this ability, and the result depends on how serious and hard you are. I don't want to deny your IQ, and I don't want to judge your sudden anger, you can go out and run laps in the playground during this class, you can stand outside the door, even if you sit here.

Everyone is taking exams, and if you want to think about why you have failed in life, I hope you don't bother other others.

Everyone else is trying to face life, and you are obviously not qualified or in a position to influence those who want to continue to climb upwards."

The teacher placed the paper on Lillard's desk, and he walked to the podium with his hands behind his back.

The room was quiet again, and there were so many people talking about it just now, and they would continue to focus on their papers.

Two classes are ninety minutes, and for most people, it is almost time to end the class after completing the test papers, and they don't want to be evaluated for their incompetence.

“..... It's a little wrong, I didn't design so many lines for this teacher! ”

Tiramiels watched with some amazement at what was happening in front of him, a scene in Lylard's memory.

He didn't finish the exam that day because of a stomachache, and he was reprimanded by the teacher, why did it all change?!

Leillard's body seemed to be empty, he looked around, looked at himself, and was very ashamed to do it again, he glued the broken part of the test paper with scotch tape, he pinched the pen, took out the manuscript paper, and began to use his remaining memory little by little to start solving the test paper.

After more than a decade out of school, he still doesn't know how to do algebra and geometry again, but it will require a serious attitude.

If he is still a student, the exam is still mandatory.

It's just that no matter how he calculated, he still couldn't find a solution to most of the problems.

After struggling for more than 60 minutes, he only wrote down seven questions, and the next big questions only wrote a few steps to solve the problem, and there was no way to continue.

"Or.... You copy mine, you test paper too.... Too...."

Tiramiels looked at the miserable blank space on the table next to her and couldn't help but want to help.

It was just a dream, and she had designed it to go into the next dream after Leillard continued to take the exam, and she would have wanted to see what happened next.

"Haven't you always been cold to me.... Thank you for your kindness, although I am a terrible person, but I will not copy other people's papers during the exam, thank you" Leillard looked at Tila Milles with a miserable smile on his face, and then threw his head on the table.

His stomach began to hurt, and now he couldn't even speak.

“..... Death to save face and live to suffer sin is this kind of person. ”

Tila Mills was a little teasing in his heart.

This guy's so-called moral bottom line didn't help in the end, so it was better to break the rules at the beginning.

As long as he persists, this dream will be shattered and he will wake up, but why did he go back?

So, if there is doubt, stick to it, so that you can find the truth.

Isn't he too stupid to have doubts in his heart but want to accompany the dream to continue?

The bell rang for the end of class as scheduled, the math class representative and the group leader left their seats to collect the papers, some people were still begging if they could give two more minutes, and some people took the opportunity to copy other people's answers, although the teacher said that many people are trying to climb up, but this will be a bit ironic, is it like this for climbing upwards? She's a replay of Lillard's memories. This exam doesn't, but there will be other exams that will have this kind of scene, so that's why it will appear.

"You don't seem feeling well?" Tila Mills pretended to be surprised and pushed Leillard's hand and asked in a very gloating voice.

"It's a little, I guess it's a bad stomach, I'll be fine when I lie down"

Leillard replied laboriously as he leaned on the table, his head was covered with cold sweat, his teeth were chattering, and there were large sweat stains on his back, which was not a small problem.

She remembered that the man had been in the hospital for several days because of the illness, which seemed to be called appendicitis???

"If you don't feel well, say it early!" The teacher looked at Leillard with a frown, he poked his head with his hand, and after looking at Leillard's expression, he felt that something was wrong, and asked the class representative to send the paper to the office, so he called the class leader and carried Leillard to the infirmary.

The class president and the Youth League Committee and Tiramiels followed behind the teacher, the class leader helped support him behind his back from time to time, Leillard curled up behind the teacher's back, because he didn't have any strength because of the pain, he couldn't stop falling, and the teacher obviously didn't have enough strength, and his hand full of chalk stains left white handprints on Leillard's pants, which made Tiramiels want to laugh very much, this guy completely substituted for it, as long as he didn't feel pain, he wouldn't have a stomachache at all.

"This guy is really in big trouble, I just didn't have time to write two questions because of him, how are you?"

Outside the infirmary, the squad leader's face was not very good, his grades had always been good in the class, and now this guy came, although he said that he fell out of the good class, but his grades were not much worse than him, and he felt that his status was threatened.

"Yes, why did this kind of person come to our class, I also wrote well tonight, but he yelled, my solution ideas were interrupted, and it took a long time to continue, if you don't want to take the exam, you can take the opportunity to ask for leave, and it's not that no one in the class does this."

"I heard that he is very cowardly, where will he skip class? I hope the teacher will come out soon, and we can go. I can't go home on time to do this kind of thing, and I'll have to catch the car later, it's really annoying, and I still have a few papers to write at night, where can I have the spare time to accompany me here? ”

The squad leader's complaint obviously resonated with the Youth League Committee, and he is not an acquaintance of the class, a transfer student has no friendship, and he will take the college entrance examination in half a year, who cares about him? ? Paying for a stranger's time is likely to affect your future, which is really speechless.

The two of them complained for a long time before they noticed Tiramiels, who had been behind them, and they smiled a little awkwardly at this time.

"Cheng Yu, why didn't he bother you, it's really painful to have this kind of tablemate."

The Youth League Committee looked at Tiramiels and asked very kindly.

In my memory, this person has a good relationship with Cheng Yu, both girls have good grades and no competition for class cadres, and they can also say two sentences.

"It's okay, it's a headache indeed"

Tiramiels replied absentmindedly, she really wanted to see this guy laugh, but why couldn't she laugh at all?

It wasn't long before the teacher called the hospital and Lillard's father, and the ambulance came, but it didn't matter to her anymore.

When she arrived at the hospital, she was ready to undergo a second hypnosis while the thing was sleeping and enter a deeper dream.

In fact, Tila Mills felt ..... This cowardly living environment doesn't seem to be good, and I don't even have a friend, so relive the past, is it really good? Won't let him get a deeper blow all at once? In fact, the happy death before is really a good ending???

But he doesn't live.... The dragon who knows where God came from will destroy himself, this kind of pity is unacceptable! (To be continued.) )