An Weiwei ran to her, glanced at the schoolbag on her back, and patted it with a big grin, "What about this schoolbag?" Why don't you change it. ”

In her tone, Yi Zhantong could easily hear the pride in it.

Xia Pengcheng immediately continued, "Boss, I'll buy you a school bag, do you like Disney's or Adidas'?" ”

Yi Zhantong sneered, seeing An Weiwei's surprise, she introduced, "This is Xia Pengcheng, the young master of the Xia family, and the principal of the school is his uncle. ”

"Oh-" An Weiwei let out a long sigh, and immediately walked to Xia Pengcheng's side with a smile.

bluntly said that no one would like Xia Pengcheng's appearance and figure, if he didn't know his identity, there might be no one to walk side by side with him at all.

Yi Zhantong is not, she really thinks that this young man is naïve and atmospheric.

After introducing Xia Pengcheng, An Weiwei obviously didn't follow her anymore, and kept talking in front of Xia Pengcheng.

Xia Pengcheng was very irritable when he was surrounded, stretched out his right hand, and shouted forward, "Boss, you wait for me......"

Yi Zhantong hooked his lips, carried a backpack on one shoulder, and walked up the stairs in twos and threes.

A morning-long exam.

The types of questions are very varied.

The seven courses of language, mathematics, foreign politics, history, materialization are intertwined.

Some of the questions are perverted to ask questions in English.

The exam is 20 pages long and lasts 4 hours.

Yi Zhantong buried himself in answering questions, but fortunately, he studied abroad for a year before, and his English was still 66.

The killer's instincts made her always feel like there was a line of sight behind her.

At first, she thought it was Xia Pengcheng behind her, so she didn't pay much attention to it and kept answering questions.

There were many students in the venue flipping through such a long test paper, sighing, looking at the English questions, scratching their ears and scratching their heads, not knowing how to write.

Only Yi Zhantong, the pen walked the dragon and snake, the pen was neat, and after hesitating for a few minutes, he quickly answered the question.

An hour, two hours, when two and a half hours passed, Yi Zhantong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The last one was a Chinese composition, and she finished it.

The moment she closed the cap, she suddenly had a sense of pride in the sheath of a warrior.

Behind him, there was still a hot gaze.

Yi Zhantong looked at the teacher, didn't look at her, she glanced back.

That line of sight was not Xia Pengcheng, because at this moment Xia Pengcheng was sleeping on the test paper.

Rather—

Mu Han's.

Two lines of sight met in the air.

The light in Mu Han's eyes was cold, smug and arrogant.

Sensing that Yi Zhantong was looking at him, he hooked his lips coldly, then glanced at her lightly, put it on the test paper, and continued to answer the questions.

Yi Zhantong glared back.

Turning his head around, he skimmed through the answers back and forth.

Sample, compare with me?

Yi Zhantong put away the stationery, stood up, and walked lightly onto the podium under everyone's disdainful eyes.

"What for?" The invigilator roared.

"Hand in the papers."

Yi Zhantong's fluttering words immediately made the bottom sigh.

"What, she's done it, doesn't she have an answer?"

"How is it possible, that's the bottom-to-bottom character in XX junior high school."

"That's it, even the male god Mu Han hasn't finished the question, how can she finish it?"

"Be quiet!" The invigilator knocked on the table.

Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Yi Zhantong in disbelief, "Classmate, are you sure you're done?" ”

Yi Zhantong was also willing to cooperate with them in acting, spreading his hands, "I'm done writing." ”

It means that it won't or won't.

The invigilator's eyes dimmed instantly, and the students below let out a sneering smile.