At this time, before class, as soon as the voice sounded, the class instantly fell silent.

Ling Tian's mind was full of mock exams for a while, and he glanced lazily at the door, where a white boy was standing.

White, this was Ling Tian's first impression of the kid at the door.

Because he was wearing a crumpled white shirt, white pants, and white shoes, only his hair was black.

Ling Tian remembered that at this time, Gao Xiaosong and the old wolf were popular on campus, and this kind of 'white clothes fluttering' was popular.

Seeing that Ling Tian was stunned, the kid walked directly into the door and grabbed Ling Tian's collar.

"Hey, what about you. I heard, you kissed Tang Xiaowan? ”

The strength of his hand was quite big, and it strangled Ling Tian's neck.

Ling Tian's eyes narrowed.

Over there, the kid in white was still shouting: "Speak, you TM said ......"

As soon as he said this, Ling Tian picked up the iron pencil case on the table, raised his hand, and smashed it on the kid's face.

"Smack!"

In the quiet classroom, the sound is crisp and pleasant.

The boy in white buzzed in his head, and suddenly felt a little confused.

His father is the director of the county education bureau, and he is used to being arrogant and domineering at school, and few people dare to come up and do it.

This is a key high school, and most of the students are good. Therefore, the school is about to fight, pay attention to one talk, two scolding, three pushing, four persuasion and five beating.

Generally, when talking and scolding, someone will come forward to persuade them. If you really can't persuade it, most of them will be solved when you push and persuade three times.

Very few people skip these steps and go straight to work.

Ling Tian made a successful move, without the slightest pause, he stood up directly and kicked on the bewildered white cloth.

The big footprints were left directly on it.

The person was kicked out of the door by Ling Tian and fell outside the door.

Ling Tian waved his hand in a dashing manner: "Close the door!" ”

The students were stunned, and before they could react, a thin figure appeared, closed the door briskly, and locked it casually.

Then, Chong Ling Tian stretched out his thumb with a proud face.

There is no need to think about it, this person is Ling Tian's trump card, duck.

As soon as the duck came back from outside, he saw this shocking scene, and immediately stepped forward to help Ling Tian.

Outside the door, the boy in white had already reacted, and the ghost cried wolf howl and kicked the door.

In the classroom, the students all consciously sat back in their seats, and most of them were secretly happy, the boy in white was used to being arrogant at school, and no one could get used to it.

When the boy in white ran to the front door, the class bell rang.

Yeju appeared at the door with a pile of rolls in his arms, and shouted loudly: "This classmate, it's class time, go back to your class!" ”

The kid in white was completely anxious, ignored him, and went straight to the class.

When passing by the Night Pot, he was blocked by the Night Pot with his body.

"I, let, you, go back, go!"

Yeju said in a high tone, word by word, he is a head shorter than the white-haired boy, and at this moment, in the eyes of the classmates, his image is extremely tall.

The boy in white glanced back at him, his father was the director of the Education Bureau, and even the principal had to be polite to him.

This broken teacher, unexpectedly, daring, fierce, he!

While he was still stunned, the night pot raised his voice, pointed to the door, and roared, "Didn't you hear? It's class, get out of my class! ”

I don't know who took the lead in applauding, a round of applause rang out, and a round of applause appeared in the class.

The boy in white was almost mad, pointed to the night pot, and kept saying, "You wait, you wait, you wait......"

With that, he turned around and ran out of the door in a daze.

Before anyone went out, a sentence came from the corner of the classroom: "Wait for you to be paralyzed......"

"Boom ......"

The class burst into laughter.

The door closed, and Yeju put the roll on the lectern, knocked on the lectern, and said in broken Mandarin: "It's all quiet, it's quiet." Here's a commendation. ”

With that, he picked up his glass and took a sip of water.

This is a common trick of the night pot, panting heavily.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and looked at his mouth seriously, wondering who to commend.

After drinking the water, the night pot clicked his lips and said slowly: "Yesterday, Ling Tian, in the welfare home, I saved the life of an old, old cadre." ”

"So class, the county weishuji personally proposed a commendation and awarded Ling Tian, the title of the county's three good students."

After the night pot finished speaking, Ling Tiantian suddenly realized.

In his previous life, he was as timid as a mouse, and he never dared to provoke someone like the boy in white. There was a sudden change in this life, and it turned out that he knew the details of Ling Tian.

Compared with Lao Liu, the director of a county education bureau can't be more LOW.

It's just that Ling Tian didn't seem to have heard of the title of 'county three good students' in his previous life, so I don't know if it was improvised.

I don't know who took the lead, and the class burst into applause again.

The night pot did not stop the applause, and there was a look of joy on his face.

After the applause, Yeju began to issue rolls, announcing that there would be a normal mock exam today.

It is now the summer vacation of the second year of high school, and the beginning of the school year is about to officially enter the third year of high school, and the academic pressure is getting bigger and bigger day by day, and the mock exam is a matter of three days and two ends.

In order to enhance students' sense of competition, rankings will be conducted regardless of major or minor exams. The big exam will be ranked by grade, and the small test will be ranked by class.

In the morning, only Chinese, English and mathematics are tested, and at noon, the teacher works overtime to judge the scores, and in the afternoon, the class lectures.

In other words, before two o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Tian would know if he could enter the top thirty.

In No. 1 Middle School, students all have exam genes in their blood, and as soon as the test paper is issued, they will leave the exciting things behind them and do their best to do the questions.

The students know very well that they are born in rural areas, and only when they are admitted to a good university can they change their fate.

When the test paper reached Ling Tian's hand, he seemed to hear the fucking ridicule.

The first scroll was Chinese, looking at the pronunciation of those rare characters on it, Ling Tian looked confused.

I can't help but admire myself back then, I know so much.

In order to prevent cheating, the teacher of No. 1 Middle School invented a special seating method for the exam, and during the exam, let the students next to the aisle carry their own small tables and sit in the aisle.

Everyone has their own small table, and when they occupy the aisle space, everyone can keep a certain distance from the people next to them.

As a result, cheating becomes more difficult.

Ling Tian leaned against the wall and skimmed the people around him, feeling depressed in his heart.

He was in the last row, and the people around him were all scumbags, staring at his exam papers.

Only then did he remember that in his sophomore year of high school, he was the best student among the students around him.

Now, it's completely finished.

Ling Tian reluctantly finished the reading comprehension and composition questions, with the wisdom and accumulation of the thirty-year-old, when he did this kind of questions again, he was simply like a tiger with wings, and his understanding was quite deep.

But when it comes to synonyms and typos, as well as famous sentences and silent writing questions, he is completely helpless, and when he thinks about it, except for his signature, he has not written with a pen for many years.

Just when he was bored, a small note flew onto Ling Tian's desk.