Soon after, the group of people who had been called out came back in a big way.

The squad leader waved his hands and walked in the front, learning Zhou Peng's appearance to the fullest, and his immature face looked very funny.

Before he stepped on the podium, he couldn't wait to give the order, "Eh, all the books are collected and put on the podium, and no books are allowed on the table." ”

"Isn't there twenty minutes left before the exam?"

"yes, let's see."

Everyone is looking forward to this exam, thinking that they can watch it for one more minute.

"Then you go and talk to the head teacher, and the others will hand in the books." The squad leader squinted his eyes, looking like you like to listen or not......

"Damn, soon the Moutai class, what are you dragging." As he spoke, his voice lowered.

Moutai class is the nickname of the squad leader, and his full name is Zhou Zhiming. is also surnamed Zhou, but it has an incomparable relationship with Zhou Peng. The reason why he was able to become a class president was also thanks to his pair of parents who were proficient in human affairs, and they inquired about their son's future homeroom teacher the night before school started, and visited him.

That night, Zhou Peng's house had two more bottles of Moutai out of thin air, and Zhou Zhiming also became the squad leader as he wished.

As for how the nickname of Moutai Class came out, it is naturally due to Zhou Peng's "accidental" revelation when he hinted that other students exchanged gifts for positions.

After no one dared to make a head bird, naturally everyone's movements were much faster.

But the space was already cramped, and everyone was in a hurry to put the books on the stage, and soon the lectern was crowded.

The person who handed in the book wanted to go out, but was squeezed in by the person who did not. Those who did not hand in the books wanted to go in, but they were tightly blocked by the people who handed in the books.

The classroom was chaotic and disorderly. Zhou Zhiming, who was standing on the podium, only knew how to slam the blackboard and shout there, don't squeeze, don't squeeze.

But in this case, who listens to him?

And in this messy piece, the painting style of Jane Bai's group is particularly strange.

After Zhou Zhiming said that he wanted to hand over the book, Jian Bai asked Song Cheng behind him to pass the book. Then he put his book at the bottom, folded his book on top and handed it to Wang Qiao in front of him, motioning for her to pass it up next to him.

So while everyone was huddled together on the podium, Jane Bai and their group quietly and quickly folded the books into a stack, and then placed them on the podium from the first row. This greatly improves the efficiency of the organization, and their group is also the fastest to complete.

When the others saw this situation and wanted to follow suit, they found that the person in front of or behind them was still blocked on the podium, so they had to give up stupidly.

The people in their row are basically the so-called bad students in the class. Usually they can't find anything in school, but at the moment they feel a strange excitement. They had all handed in their books and sat down. And those people in the class who usually pride themselves on being superior to them can't even do such a small thing.

And what Jian Bai didn't expect was such a small move. Let these poor students unconsciously divide the people in their row into a small group, distinguish them from the rest of the class, and compare them secretly.

After another five or six minutes, the rest of the class handed over all the books on the podium one after another, stacking them in a messy pile.

Zhou Zhiming didn't bother to pay attention to it a little, but after the people dispersed, he put the book that was still on the desk and let it become a member of this messy army.

When it was all done, everyone rushed to the toilet again. And because of the fast movements, the seventh group, which had been prepared early, watched the other students scrambly move there.

And in this hectic atmosphere, the exam started unhurriedly.

Jian Bai took the question in his hand, skimmed the front, and turned it over directly to see the final essay topic.

Please write an essay based on your own personal experience or experience, with the title "This time, I ___". The idea is self-determined, and the topic of the essay is self-chosen, not less than 600 words. The real names of people, schools, places, etc. must not appear in the text.

After pondering for a long time, Jian Bai picked up the pen and wrote a few words carefully under the composition requirements.

This time, we're ......

Boom~

What about the good material essay? I don't believe it! This is Jian Bai, who has broken down and bites a small handkerchief.

Looking at this essay question, she wanted to cry a little without tears. How to break the situation that you have long forgotten that there is such a thing as a semi-propositional essay and are still obsessed with material composition?

Jian Bai had no clue at all, so he could only cross out the previously prepared essay questions irritably, turn back to the first question and start to do it.

There are only three major questions in a Chinese test paper, namely accumulation and application, reading and comprehension, and composition. Relying on excellent memory, the phonetics, ancient poems and texts in the first question, and filling in the blanks with literary knowledge are all easy for Jian Bai, and they can naturally be won at will.

And the reading comprehension of the second major question is also good, unlike the long prose in high school that makes you scratch your head, most of the reading questions in junior high school pick up things with strong stories. And I have memorized the simple white of the answer template before, and I only need to fill in the context and theme of the article into the answer frame, and I can also fill in a ** without leaving ten.

As for composition, she really can't do it.

She tried hard to ponder the one, two, and three mentioned in the previous notes, and considered how to use them in her own composition. But before that, Jian Bai thought a little helplessly that she had to sort out the essay topic first.

So this time, what the hell is wrong with me......

When Jian Bai was holding a gel pen and mechanically clubbing the black dots on the essay question, he suddenly thought of a song by Qi Qin. What is it called, "This time, I will never let go".

Or is that what it should be? It's novel enough~

And she even thought about the beginning, she remembered that there was a lyric in it called "fate engraved in the palm of my hand", which made her remember it very deeply. It's better to use this sentence to start the paragraph, and you can save even the steps of thinking about the technique with this. After all, this quote is also a kind of technique~

Eliminate the accumulation of techniques and words, and the next step is much easier. After all, after living for so many years, if nothing else, who has experienced more than her? And the material of the composition is also simpler, feel free to adapt a trivial thing she experienced, and you can put it in, how good is that?

As soon as the idea was clear, Jian Bai basically became handy, and he "created" with his head buried in his head.

But what she didn't know was that while she was writing the scroll carefully, there was someone behind her who was also looking at her seriously.

Song Cheng held the test paper, and the familiar sense of fear hit his heart again. But what he was afraid of was not what Jian Bai thought, the questions on the test paper, but a piece of the past.

When they first enter the school, they take an entrance test. The invigilator at that time was the head teacher of each class, and their class was naturally Zhou Peng.

At that time, the final subject was mathematics, which was also his best subject. With the roll in hand, he started to do it without stopping.

Everything happened suddenly.

At that time, he was immersed in the last big question of the math test paper, but Zhou Peng suddenly walked in front of him and pulled a handful of test papers, and then pasted the test papers in his face. The thin test paper can't hide the strength of an adult at all. He was so slapped that he almost sat down on the ground.

Song Cheng didn't expect this qiē at all, and he didn't even have time to make a posture of resistance, so he was sturdy.

Zhou Peng also maliciously rubbed the paper against Song Cheng's face with his big hand, until the test paper was crumpled into a lump and his immature skin was red and swollen, and then he slowly let go.

After letting go of Song Cheng, without waiting for him to speak, Zhou Peng cursed viciously, "You actually dared to cheat in the first exam." It's lawless! People like you will be the scum of society when they go out of society! Dregs! ”

"Teacher...... I didn't cheat. At that time, Song Cheng naively thought that as long as he explained clearly, he would be fine.

But who knew that Zhou Peng smiled maliciously, and poked a crumpled ball of paper on the ground in front of him without even unfolding it, "Then what are you suing me?" ”

"I ......"

The unfinished words were interrupted by the paper that Zhou Peng forcibly stuffed into his mouth, and the dust mixed between the confetti instantly covered his mouth. He was so choked by the smell that he couldn't speak, so he could only half-kneel on the ground and retching vigorously, laboriously vomiting out the paper that had been half-swallowed into his throat.

By the time the confetti came out, he was already a little out of strength. Vaguely, I only heard Zhou Peng's vague words echoing in my ears.

"Dare to cheat...,... Eat it..., Song Cheng...,... Zero......".

He had no strength to refute it, so he could only silently bear the guilt imposed on him.

At only 13 years old, he just curled up and sat on the cold ground. The "cheat sheet" with his saliva still attached to it was at his hand.

For the last twenty minutes, he didn't know how he got through. After the people who had handed in the papers left the classroom one after another. Song Chengcai trembled and opened the saliva ball, and the ink of the words "Ask for Question 22" on it was soaked in liquid, and the flowers were not in shape.

"I ......" really didn't cheat.

But since then, he has carried a pen every time he takes an exam. His mouth would be filled with dust, and the smell of fishy smell would remind him that he would always be unable to concentrate. He could only observe the invigilator's every move in horror, and even the teacher's sudden big movements could make him tremble.

And this time was no exception, when he held the pen in his hand and wrote his name tremblingly, his eyes involuntarily moved with the invigilator.

But just when he was addicted to it again and couldn't extricate himself, the sound of Jian Bai rhythmically poking the desk woke him up.

After getting along with Jian Bai for so long, of course he knew how strong she was. She's smarter than everyone in the classroom, and it's not a problem to be the top of her class or even her grade if she wants to.

But what about him? If he continues like this, he will always be the last one.

And when the time comes, the difference between him and Jian Bai can no longer be described by a world of difference. The seats between him and Jian Bai will be farther and farther apart, and more and more people will be inserted between them. In the end, Jane may even ignore him or forget about him like everyone else.

He doesn't want that!

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