The classroom discipline is bad, the teaching method is perfunctory, the little couple behind Song Ya has already hugged and gnawed, and the white male teacher in the hall is still reading Dickinson's poem familiarly.

"Hoo ......"

Song Ya sighed helplessly, this body's English grades are already bad, and his Chinese soul has nothing to add to this, reading is no big problem, writing and speech are shortcomings, but unfortunately this teacher is not very reliable, of course, there is no way to blame him, it's not that he doesn't want to care, but he doesn't dare to care.

The teacher is not good at teaching, Song Ya can't help but study hard, he has studied carefully, no matter how the credit plan is not to avoid the high-weight English, there are no conditions to create conditions to be hard, "After lunch, go to the library to borrow some books and go home to study by yourself, it's so annoying, I have to play that damn basketball after school." What is the most lacking thing in crossing over to become a top student? Time! ”

Inked on the seat for a while, and when the people in the classroom were almost gone, Song Ya got up and left for the cafeteria, he tentatively devised a strategy to deal with bullying and become 'little transparent', hmm...... I have to go back and say hello to the overzealous math teacher, and stop attracting hatred to Lao Tzu!

Trying his best to reduce his sense of existence, he poured into the school cafeteria with the crowd neither fast nor slowly, this is the best place for the whole school's discipline, the vice principal is guarding the door to supervise the queue, the physical education teacher patrols the venue in shifts, the security guards guard the exits, the rice aunt is waiting, and there is a poster of a black old man posted on the four walls, and a line of big characters is prominently marked below: 27 years! Late victory!

Under the old man's 'smiling gaze', Song Ya solved a burger with meat, a lump of mashed potatoes, a white sauce mixed with boiled broccoli and carrots, and a large glass of carbonated drink, and then 'flew' the plate into the recycling bin without the teacher's gaze. He ran to the library, borrowed a copy of Franklin D. Roosevelt's speeches, and rushed to the teacher's office, euphemistically expressing his desire to keep a 'low profile' to the math teacher.

The math teacher is an elegant black lady, how does she see how Song Ya is pleasing to the eye after Song Ya's math score leap, and said with a smile: "Give me a suggestion, if you can pass my ninth-grade basic course exam, I will transfer you to the advanced math class, how about it?" ”

"Advanced class?" Song Ya was stunned.

"Advanced class!"

Under the old lady's patient explanation, it turned out that in addition to the basic courses every year, Mi Guo Middle School will also open advanced courses, or honor courses, for elite students who have spare energy, and the difficulty is greatly increased and there are more credits.

"Okay, I'll do my best!" Hearing that there are credits, Song Ya came to the spirit, it's just an exam, let's do it!

Xing Chong said goodbye to the math teacher, but bumped into the music teacher at the door.

This white middle-aged woman with neat short hair is not very good at talking, and she is not good at cultural classes, but this school is quite strong in art and sports, and the orchestra and choir under the music teacher are all good at it, so her requirements are naturally very demanding, "Alexander, right?" Last week, your trumpet made a few obvious mistakes during rehearsals! ”

Originally, the music and sports talent of this body was very good, especially music, and he was the main trumpeter of the school orchestra, but unfortunately since Song Ya crossed, his math scores have gone up, and his musicality and body coordination are not good at all.

"I'll ...... next time"

I was about to fool around first, "There's no next time!" He was sternly stopped by the music teacher, "The public performance date is approaching, I can't take risks, don't play the trumpet next time you practice together, let's go with iron!" ”

"Masturbation what?"

"Triangle!"

"Okay...... Song Ya wiped his sweat, "masturbation...... You can get credits even if you make iron, right? ”

"If you make another mistake, you won't be there!"

"Good...... Ok ......"

As long as he keeps his credits, this blow is nothing, Song Ya finished the afternoon class seriously, and met Tony who was waiting outside at three o'clock, and the two of them were outside the school, and sat on the Toyota 86 of Mutt, nicknamed 'Silencer', Tony's best friend...... The Eagle is on vacation.

"What's wrong?"

waited in the back seat, and Song Ya found that the two of them were not in a very good mood.

The 'silencer' started the car, turned back from the driver's seat, pointed to Song Ya's side, and then made a throat-slitting gesture.

The back seat next to it was littered with dirty jerseys, protective gear, and two football balls.

"What do you mean? You two were ...... by the team," Song Ya understood what the gesture of 'silencer' implied.

The 'silencer' nodded again, and Song Ya noticed the faint tears in his eyes......

Tony and 'Silencer' are the main players of the school football team, Tony is in the guard group, and 'Silencer' is the running forward in the offensive group, and Song Ya also watched them play a training match last week.

Whether in high school or college, the rugby team members can walk sideways in the school, and the quarterback or star player is even more of a popular figure, and the girl can be changed casually. If they are eliminated by the team, it will indeed be a very big blow to the two of them, but then again, Tony and 'Silencer' are in the twelfth grade, and graduation is imminent, considering the replacement of the old and the new......

"If you don't mention this, why do people call you APLUS?"

Before Song Ya could think about the comforting words, Tony wiped his face with his hand and took the initiative to change the subject.

"Uh......"

The rugby team has Song Ya's classmate, and Tony should have gotten the news from there, "It's nothing, it's just that I got an A+ in the last math exam, so I ......"

Before he finished speaking, the faces of the two people in the front row, who were still bitter just now, suddenly distorted, and the 'silencer', who was named because of his extreme silence and introversion, turned around and shouted: "A+?!" you？！ ”

"How...... What's wrong? Song Yaluo was a little weak-hearted.

"Hahaha!" The two of them burst into laughter.

"It's not funny, is it?"

"IT'S FUNNY, APLUS, HAHAHA......" Tony leaned back with a smile, "it's very funny." ”

Anyway, this little episode diluted the gloom and misery just now, and the three of them laughed and laughed, and the 'silencer' turned on the radio in the car, and Tony began to writhe with the black rap music coming from inside.

"Is there chanting in this era......" Song Ya complained in his mind.