Chapter 242: Complementary CP
It is undeniable that Ji Lingchuan's group of photos is really good-looking, because she was on the scene when she was shooting in the afternoon, so she was particularly impressed.
Baidu said he was 23 years old, but to her, he looked like he was 18 years old.
What do the sisters of Ji Fan say? Juvenile, yes, Ji Lingchuan is a big boy with a juvenile sense.
Gu Mian rolled over and lay on his side, pulling out a piece of paper from a pile of books beside the bed. She used to put a few books next to the bed, and sometimes when she couldn't sleep, she would turn on the small lamp and look at it for a while, and then fall asleep when she was sleepy.
What she was holding in her hand was the autograph she asked Ji Lingchuan for in the afternoon.
It was about to start class, and she stuffed it into her bag before she could take a closer look.
At this moment, taking a closer look at the light of the mobile phone, I have to say that Ji Lingchuan's handwriting is very beautiful, vigorous and elegant, as if he has been specially practiced.
On the light gray letterhead, it was written, to Gu Ying: I wish you success in your studies and a bright future. Ji Lingchuan.
"Little Gu Mian, what are you looking at? Give me Kangkang. β
Su Xiaomi's bed was next to Gu Mian's, and at some point, she crawled over from her bed and suddenly came to Gu Mian.
She was startled, and the phone fell and smashed in the face.
"Sss
Gu Mian exhaled in pain, couldn't control his volume, and shouted: "Su Xiaomi, if you want to scare me to death, just say it!" β
"Isn't it because you're so engrossed in things that you don't notice me?" Su Xiaomi squeezed beside her and lay down, and said innocently, "You should be able to feel that I made such a big noise." β
Gu Mian was speechless.
The hard bed in the school has been around for some years, and it will creak when she turns over, and it stands to reason that Su Xiaomi can't feel it when she crawls over.
Is it really that she is too engaged?
"Huh? What is it? Su Xiaomi touched a piece of paper.
"No, nothing."
Gu Mian reached out to grab it, but Su Xiaomi took the first step to light up the phone screen and saw the words on the paper.
This is...... Special Sign? A special signature from Ji Lingchuan?
Su Xiaomi looked at Gu Mian, her eyes widened like copper bells: "Gu Mian, where did you come from...... Ji?"
Gu Mian covered her mouth, just like Ji Lingchuan covered her mouth at that moment, preventing her from saying the next.
If she was asked to shout out Ji Lingchuan's name, she would definitely alarm Feng Tingting and Tang Xin, then she wouldn't want to sleep tonight.
"Be quiet!" Gu Mian lowered his voice and warned.
However, the movement between the two still attracted Feng Tingting's attention, and she looked at the two of them: "What happened?" β
Su Xiaomi pulled down Gu Mian's hand and showed a very respectful smirk: "No, nothing happened." β
Gu Mian breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Xiaomi didn't intend to let her go so easily, so she simply got into her quilt and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "When did you ask Ji Lingchuan for an autograph?" β
If it weren't for the words "to Gu Ying" written on the paper, she would have thought that Gu Mian also liked Ji Lingchuan.
Now that she couldn't hide it, Gu Mian told her that after separating from her in the afternoon, she actually went to meet Ji Lingchuan on the set, and by the way, she helped her sister Gu Ying get an autograph.
"Wait a minute, something isn't right." Su Xiaomi smelled something abnormal.
"What's wrong?"
"You said you were going to send fruit to Ji Lingchuan, and by the way, you helped Gu Ying get an autograph, but why did you send fruit to Ji Lingchuan?" Su Mi touched her chin, "Classmate Gu Mian, you have something to hide from me, I advise you to recruit from the truth, you know how powerful Ben Holmes Song is." β
Gu Mian closed his eyes, but he didn't expect that what he had tried his best to hide would end up being revealed by himself.
"Okay, I'll tell you." She sighed, "Didn't I fall into the artificial lake after school on Friday?" β
"Hmm." She knew it.
"It was Ji Lingchuan who saved me, and in order to thank him, I gave him a bag of fruit, that's all."
"Tut-tut, what a beautiful way to meet idol dramas." Su Xiaomi sighed sincerely, "Why is it that the whole world is encountering Ji Lingchuan, and I can't meet my idol." β
Gu Mian carefully put the signature into the book and put it next to the bed: "I've answered all your questions, you can go back to your bed." β
"I don't." Su Mi wrapped her arms around her, "I'm going to sleep with you, inhale the European qi on your body, maybe I can meet my beloved brother tomorrow!" β
Gu Mian: "......"
Why is she so miserable, she is pestered by Gu Ying at home, pestered by Su Mi at school, and she has to rub her bed one or two.
Even if it's at home, the school bed is very crowded.
Su Xiaomi was still reading the words: "Do you think I can see Lu Fang tomorrow?" β
"I don't know if you can meet Lu Fang, but I know that you will definitely be able to meet Zhang Wenlu tomorrow!" Gu Mian gritted his teeth and said.
Su Xiaomi scolded her for being inhuman, and one sentence interrupted all her beautiful fantasies.
......
The first three classes on Monday are normal, and the last class is the regular class meeting time of the week.
There are a lot of things to talk about this time, and after the third period, Zhang Wenlu walked into the classroom with a record book. Unlike last night, he got a new pair of glasses.
A boy in the back noticed it and coaxed: "Lao Zhang has changed his glasses?" β
Zhang Wenlu stood on the podium with his hands behind his back and looked at them, and smiled angrily: "New glasses in the morning." How old I am, my eyes have actually gone up. β
The boys sighed.
Someone whispered, "He's going to blame us for a while." β
Sure enough, in the next second, Zhang Wenlu began to gush about his grievances: "Why did my eye power rise?" It's not because you stay up late every day and work overtime to worry about your grades! It's just that you guys are still not worried, and you add to my blockage all day long, see what you did in this monthly exam? I stayed up until 2 a.m. last night to analyze the results of each of you. β
"Welcome to listen to Lao Zhang's story collection and listen to him make up stories online." A boy in the penultimate row whispered.
"Hahaha, I suspect he accidentally broke his glasses." Another boy chimed in.
In the past, Su Xiaomi would definitely complain a few words, but now she is lying on the desk, scribbling on the notebook with a pen in her hand, looking listless.
At the end of the self-study in the morning, Jiang Yexing went to Zhang Wenlu to get the score card of this monthly exam.
Gu Mian, with a score of 709, is the first in the class and the first in the grade. Jiang Yexing was 5 points lower than her, ranking second in her grade. The third in the grade is a boy in the second class, Wu Xukang.
When the teachers of various subjects commented on the test papers, they all said that the questions in this monthly exam were more difficult, and it was already rare for Gu Mian to get such a score, and what was even more rare was that she had a perfect score in mathematics this time.
She is the second person to get a perfect score in mathematics besides the math genius Yu Wenshan.
The classmates in the class ridiculed: "In the future, you can't just worship Brother Shan, he can't bless so many students, I think we have to separate a group of Bai Gu Mian." β
Jiang Yexing looked at the report card and said to Gu Mian: "If I do that fill-in-the-blank question correctly, we will be tied this time." β
Gu Mian smiled and said nothing, but his eyes looked at the same table.
Su Xiaomi's score has regressed by eight places compared with the last monthly exam, and she herself compared the admission score line of Beijing Foreign Chinese University last year, which is more than 30 points worse.
Gu Mian comforted her: "The teacher also said that the question this time is difficult, and your usual level is not like this." Besides, there are still two months to go to the college entrance examination, and it is not difficult to improve by a few points, you have to believe in yourself. Didn't you also say that you couldn't take the high school entrance examination? In the end, I was not admitted to the attached high school. Don't forget that I'll help you. β
Su Xiaomi lifted her eyelids and sighed: "Nothing else, my math is really hopeless." β
originally thought that she would be able to score at least 90 points in mathematics this time, but she really overestimated herself and only scored 82 points. This score may be okay in an ordinary class, but it is not enough in a rocket class where there are many masters.
If it weren't for the fact that she overwhelmed a group of people with English, her overall score this time would probably be miserable.
Zhang Wenlu opened the record book and briefly told them the content of last night's meeting, and the next thing was to analyze his personal achievements in a targeted manner.
The top few in the class didn't have much to say, there were just a few people back and forth.
It is precisely because of the difficulty of this question that several dark horses rushed up, and they were not outstanding in the class, but this time they have improved by more than a dozen or even dozens of them.
Zhang Wenlu praised them.
Speaking of regressive classmates......
He paused for a moment, and grasped the typical as always: "Su Xiaomi, your math score...... Don't you understand what I'm talking about? I know it's difficult, but it's not so difficult that I get an 80 points. β
Su Xiaomi pursed her lips, her eyes were red, and she lowered her head and said nothing.
She didn't know what she was thinking about during the exam, she had worked hard enough, but her scores were always unsatisfactory.
"You are too biased in this subject, you got 144 in English, and your single subject score ranked second in the grade, but in mathematics you ranked after 100." Zhang Wenlu lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Speaking of partial subjects, Yu Wenshan, what's going on with your English?" 72 points? Do you think the full score is 120, but 72 points is considered a pass? β
The class burst into laughter.
Su Xiaomi was still in tears a second ago, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing when she heard the words.
Gu Mian was right, and Brother Shan accompanied her.
Every time he mentioned the issue of partial science, Zhang Wenlu would bring Yu Wenshan with him and thank Brother Shan for carrying half of the firepower for her.
However, Yu Wenshan himself didn't care, he didn't even listen to what Zhang Wenlu said.
At that time, Zhang Wenlu walked into the classroom with a notebook, and he knew that he was going to talk a lot of nonsense, but it was just a clichΓ©, so he found a set of real inscriptions to write.
It wasn't until the class burst into laughter that he was distracted from the sea of questions, looked up and glanced around, not figuring out what the situation was, but the pen in his hand turned quickly.
The tablemate pushed him and reminded: "Lao Zhang is talking about your English scores." β
"Oh."
He's used to it.
In the morning English class, the English teacher had already scolded him, and he almost beat his chest, could Zhang Wenlu still speak better than the English teacher?
Zhang Wenlu became angry when he saw his indifferent expression: "Can you learn from Su Xiaomi?" She was second in her grade in English! β
Yu Wenshan hurriedly stated a fact: "I ranked first in my grade in mathematics. β
Zhang Wenlu: "......"
It is not for nothing that Su Xiaomi and Yu Wenshan are nicknamed "partial cp" in the class. A math genius who is good at English but miserable, and a math genius who can't bear to look at it directly, is simply inherently complementary.
Su Xiaomi was very dissatisfied when she heard this statement at first: "Whoever wants to form a CP with him, if you want to form a CP, it is also me and Lu Fang's group, and our 'broadcast CP' is the king, and the main master personally seals and certifies!" β
Zhang Wenlu was so blocked by Yu Wenshan that he couldn't speak, choked for a while, rubbed his brows and said tiredly: "If you want me to say, you two can just be at the same table, help each other, and make progress together." β
Su Xiaomizheng was gloating, and was suddenly blinded by his words: "The teacher doesn't need it, Gu Mian's math is also very good, she can help me." β
Afraid that the teacher would really let her sit with Yu Wenshan, she raised her hand and promised: "I will definitely do well in mathematics next time!" β
Yu Wenshan glanced at her, lowered his head and continued to work on the question.
Zhang Wenlu just said casually, and in the final sprint stage, changing seats casually will affect the mood of students. Since she didn't want to, he didn't insist.