Song Xin called Jiang Yichen when the teacher was angry just now, but it didn't seem to be useful for her to call!

Is this Jiang Yichen really not afraid of death?

Song Xin wanted to use the pen cover to wake him up again, but Jiang Yichen opened his eyes by himself, he raised his eyes dimly, and saw Song Xin holding the black pen cover to him.

Song Xin wanted to poke him with the cover of the pen, but he was so frightened by the sudden opening of his eyes that he quickly let go of the cover of the pen, and fled in a hurry in his eyes, and was reading the textbook very unharmed.

After Jiang Yichen saw it, he quickly caught Song Xin's panicked eyes, his lips pursed slightly, and an arc was raised at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be chuckling wildly, and it was bewitching and uninhibited, and in less than two seconds, he accepted it.

"Chen Yu, Jiang Yichen, both of you stand up for me." The words of the political teacher were sent to the four groups of them in a thunderous manner.

Jiang Yichen was lazy when he heard this, so he stood up first, and Chen Yu also followed.

These two students really made him not know how to have a headache, just take last semester as an example, ask the whole class to memorize key knowledge, and always see their glorious numbers on the note.

The results of the exam were also at the bottom of the class, and he didn't want to mention it again in the whole grade.

"Students, you have to think about it, in two months, you will have an academic level test, I know that most of your classmates have a good foundation, and it is very easy to get a C or above, but you have to remember that in other schools, take the experimental middle school as an example, they try to get all the full scores, for us I hope that the students who get A can have a little more ......."

The political science teacher stood on the podium, and he was willing to take a little time to talk to the students about the study exam, so that some of them could understand their position.

Politics teacher: "Students, we have only two months left, and you only have two months to study politics, and you may not be able to learn it in the future, so I hope that in these last two months, we will move in a higher direction." ”

"And for those whose foundation is somewhat unstable, take advantage of the time to make up for it well, get a good grade when the time comes, and work hard to get into a good university."

These words came from the bottom of the heart of the political teacher to them, because he believed that this was what the teacher wanted to say to the students.

In the students below, each of them listened with their ears pricked up, and all of them listened quietly, and some of them nodded silently to the teacher's words.

Song Xin listened below, and even understood her goal, Jiang Yichen, who was standing next to her, seemed to be listening, but in fact he was just pretending.

The teacher doesn't say anything to the two of them, he says everything he should say, and whether they can understand it depends on whether they understand what the teacher says.

"Then you two sit down first, and then don't sleep anymore."

After Jiang Yichen and Chen Yu sat down, they didn't dare to sleep on the desk, and when they saw that Song Xin was on the table was a textbook of compulsory three cultural life, they picked it up in the desk drawer.

The action is a little sluggish, this textbook was completed last semester, but in Jiang Yichen's hand, this book is like a new book, it is no different, and the textbook is clean when he flips through it, and there is no handwriting at all.

Compared with Song Xin's, her book is even denser, neat, and a little old and yellowed throughout the book, but it can be seen that she is attentive to class.

Jiang Yichen had just looked at what the textbook was, but he didn't know what pages it was, so he lowered his head: "Same table, how many pages?" ”

He smiled and tossed over with an eyebrow.

Song Xin looked at it and couldn't bear to look at him directly, this Jiang Yichen's appearance looked a bit like the kind of child who wanted to abduct and sell children.

"Eighty-eight pages, lesson eight into cultural life!" Song Xin glanced at him and didn't want to look at him, and after explaining to him, he lowered his head and listened to the key knowledge taught by the teacher.

"Oh! Thank you for being at the table. Jiang Yichen hurriedly turned the textbook to page eighty-eight, and silently looked at his textbook, which was full of text paragraph after paragraph, and he didn't remember a word on the white book.

It didn't take long to close the textbook, and his eyes were on the book in Song Xin's hand, which had a lot of notes.