283 He was the last student number

Man cannot choose his birth, and perhaps from the moment he was born, he carried with him love and hatred for this world.

The blood flowing on Han Yichen's body was given by Qiao Haisheng, and he couldn't change it. He Huaide asked him why he didn't walk in front of Li Simeng, and he couldn't give an answer.

If one day Li Simeng knew the cause of her mother's death, then she would definitely hate Qiao Haisheng and all the people and things related to Qiao Haisheng.

And he is Qiao Haisheng's blood flowing in his body.

With an unspeakable secret, leaving his dream of astronomy, Han Yichen waved goodbye to He Huaide, and when he returned home, the sky was getting dark, he sat in front of his book and continued to read the book on economic management.

The days passed so peacefully, and Hua Wenqing always came to the classroom with a little injury every morning. And Ren Jie always can't wait for Han Yichen.

The hazy emotions of his youth have also been haunting Mo Xiaoran, and from time to time he will find some opportunities to say a few words to Han Yichen, and then be happy all day.

On this day, Han Shaoying dropped the report card on the table, his expression was very unhappy.

"This midterm exam to see what you all tested! I've brought so many classes of students, and you are the worst class I've ever led, not one of them. ”

After Han Shaoying finished speaking angrily, he heard a very discordant voice from the last row: "Teacher Han, it's time for you to change your lines." ”

"It's against you." Han Shaoying saw that it was Hua Wenqing who spoke, this student who had never been up or down, folded a piece of chalk and flew over, but the poor accuracy directly hit Han Yichen, who was reading seriously.

Han Yichen raised his head and looked at Han Shaoying, Han Shaoying coughed a little embarrassed, and then yelled: "Hua Wenqing, you stand up for me." ”

Hua Wenqing slowly pushed the chair with his back little feet and said, "Teacher Han, what I said is true, this line has become a joke on the Internet." ”

"You, you ......" Han Shaoying still wanted to get angry, but when she thought of something more important, she pointed to Hua Wenqing and said, "You will stand in this class." ”

"Now let's talk about the situation of this midterm exam," Han Shaoying said and pointed to a form in his hand, "You dare to hand in such results, I am ashamed of you." You are a key class in No. 1 Middle School, and there are still people who dare to give me red! ”

"Chen Dalei!"

With Han Shaoying's roar, a boy stood up with his head down, not daring to speak.

In Han Yichen's class, not everyone is as cheeky as Hua Wenqing and dares to talk to Han Shaoying.

"How did you pass the Chinese test, you couldn't pass the passing line, and you are a Chinese, and then look at your English scores, thanks to being a Chinese." Han Shaoying chattered on the podium for a long time, and named several people.

"Hua Wenqing!"

"In!" Hua Wenqing was full of smiles, stood in place and raised his hands, it was really funny, but no one dared to laugh, and many people lowered their heads, for fear that Han Shaoying would call his name. And Han Yichen also lowered his head, but he was not afraid that Han Shaoying would call his name, but he was reading the book in his hand carefully.

"For the sake of your good performance this time, sit down." Han Shaoying looked at Hua Wenqing's funny appearance, and originally wanted to say two sentences to him, but he gave up after looking at the ranking on the table.

"Hua Wenqing, you did well in the exam this time, sixth place, everyone should learn more from him, of course, Hua Wenqing, you have to guard against arrogance and rashness, and strive for better results."

After Han Shaoying finished speaking, many students in the class were surprised, and they were also wailing in their hearts!

Who is Hua Wenqing, just a classmate who doesn't like to study, what are you doing in class, here! But now Han Shaoying says that he is sixth place! What's the situation, it turns out that he hasn't been around fifteen to twenty all the time, which has made the people in the class very jealous, but now he is in the top ten.

There is no heavenly reason, is it a genius from heaven? If Hua Wenqing gets serious, wouldn't it be the first to be stable? ?

It's just that they haven't noticed it recently, Hua Wenqing is no longer in class, since he was broken by Han Yichen, he doesn't want to pretend anymore, he began to listen carefully in class, the teachers found out, but the students have long forgotten about this student who can only sit in the last row.

Hua Wenqing enjoyed the eyes of his classmates very much, this is called a gorgeous appearance, but when he saw that Han Yichen, a tablemate next to him, was still reading those books that he couldn't understand, he immediately wanted to know how many places he had taken the exam.

"Teacher Han," Hua Wenqing sat down and stood up again, then glanced at Han Yichen, then raised his hand again and said to Han Shaoying, "He's reading extracurricular books!" ”

After Hua Wenqing finished speaking, he looked at Han Yichen with interest, and Han Yichen looked at Hua Wenqing without knowing why.

"You sit down." Han Shaoying didn't seem to hear Hua Wenqing's words, and asked Hua Wenqing to sit down with a dissatisfied face.

"However, Mr. Han ......" Hua Wenqing was still unfinished, but when he saw Han Shaoying's threatening eyes, that means, if you don't sit down, you will keep standing. I had no choice but to sit down.

"Xiaoran took the second place in the exam this time," Han Shaoying looked at the form and said casually, but the classmates in the class were surprised again, Mo Xiaoran was not the first place.

Since entering this class, Mo Xiaoran has not been the first in the class, not only the first in the class, but also the first in the grade, but what did Han Shaoying say just now?

Mo Xiaoran took the second exam?

Mo Xiaoran also wondered, who actually did better than herself, and there was something wrong in her heart, she played normally this time.

"Although Xiaoran is only second this time, her score is still very good, so she must continue to work hard and win the first place again."

Mo Xiaoran nodded, but she was still a little sad in her heart, she didn't expect to only get the second in the exam. For the perennial number one holder, the sudden second place caught her off guard.

Could it be Li Guoming?

Impossible, although Li Guoming has always been the second in the class, but once he is put in the grade, he is around the top ten, could it be that this time he played extraordinarily, like Hua Wenqing, a blockbuster?

Li Guoming also had some hope, he felt that he had made a mistake in judgment this time and took the first place in the exam? Maybe it's really possible, although after the exam, he doesn't feel good, but the feeling is not necessarily right.

So he straightened his chest, but heard Hua Wenqing in the last row speak again: "Teacher Han, the class leader is not the first, who is the first?" ”

Because Han Shaoying read it down according to the student number, he didn't read it according to the ranking order, and he didn't say the ranking of the lower ones, mainly to take care of the self-esteem of this group of students. Although she will criticize by name, she will not say the ranking, many students here have been with her for more than a year, and they have watched them grow up, so she will still name and explain according to the personality of each person, either praise or disparage.

"Do you want to stand again?" Han Shaoying picked up another piece of chalk and flew towards Hua Wenqing, this time hitting Hua Wenqing's head impartially.

Hua Wenqing touched his head, smiled hehehe, and stopped talking.

Han Shaoying continued to name and talk about the results, but when it came to Li Guoming, he was actually fifth, only a little better than Hua Wenqing. Until the last person, Han Shaoying hadn't said who was the first sentence.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Han Yichen, because according to the student number, he was the last person.