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Yan Xin, 17 years old, studied in a "Shengshan Special Middle School" in Shengshan City, and was in the second half of her senior year this year. This is a well-known school in the whole of Shengshan City, and almost every parent mentions this school, all of them show a yearning look, and by the way, show off that their children are studying in the school or sigh and complain that their children are not angry. As for Yan Xin, although he is also studying in this school, he is an out-and-out "oil bottle", I don't know how many **** he stepped on during the high school entrance examination, and the score is just to the bottom line of the school's school choice students, if it is usual, he is even far from the bottom line, so he paid tens of thousands of school choice fees and came in. Yan Xin can be regarded as "obscure" in the class, not with good morality, but with a huge sense of existence, it seems that the only role is to use the exam ranking to tell everyone how many people are in this grade, even the head teacher smiled helplessly: "You are the root of the sea god, with you, I will never have to worry about the average score of our class will fly to the sky. Yan Xin's seat is in the corner, this is his own choice, the purpose is said to be to sleep better, usually when everyone is making trouble, he just takes out an online novel to read, so people give the nickname "Brother Calm"

Yan Xin's home is about fifteen minutes away from school, so Yan Xin chooses to go to school, one is convenient, and the other is to go home to play the online game "Flying Car", which is one of the few online games he is very good at playing, every day when he gets home from the refrigerator to take a bottle of milk tea into the door and lock it, enter the game to open a room without a password, change the name of the room to "beg for abuse", just drink milk tea and wait, soon the room is full, Yan Xin said in his heart "abuse vegetables" before clicking "start game" , Flexible fingers are flying on the mechanical keyboard, I don't know which hacker Yan Xin is, and the mechanical keyboard is also extremely cooperative, making an intoxicating sound. At the end of the countdown, Yan Xin directly "super started" to lead, followed by various waves, various show techniques, all the way to the "flying running method", various "double sprays", "sideways drifting" Keep smashing out, so that the opponent is dumbfounded, in fact, in the final analysis, it is not these skills that surprise others, but Yan Xin's terrifying calculation ability, he can easily seize the opportunity, almost all the way to run close to the track, but never collided, when cornering, it is also cleverly used to use drift to the other side of the track, so as to reduce the time to rush to the end. As expected, it was number one again. "It's boring!" Yan Xin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and by the way, he picked up the milk tea and poured it hard. It's as if the world belongs to him.

In fact, Yan Xin didn't want to do well in the exam, there were several times when he made up his mind to be "awesome" once, mocking others with his transcript once, watching them feel like being slapped in the face by himself just thinking about it, that time was almost the hardest working period of Yan Xin's student days, and he struggled for several months, but the results of the exam were still miserable. With a "I rely on" and the sound that he never gets tired of hearing when the test paper is torn, he realizes that this is not a question of diligence or not, but a matter of talent, maybe the original world is more suitable for him, ridicule or something, or wait until Lao Tzu wins the lottery to think about it. So he returned to the life of "Brother Calm", whenever the teacher talked about a topic related to the "future", Yan Xin would always say in a quiet voice in the corner that only he could hear: "Who hasn't dreamed? Who hasn't worked hard for it? But is this particularly useful?"