Wu Zerong also smiled and nodded on the side. Echo: "yes. yes."

Zhou Fanghua knew that she was being laughed at by these two guys. Nor angry. Hehe smiled and raised the report card in his hand: "Alas. Feeling monotonous, empty, and lonely is also a no-drip solution. Ben girl, I have now got a pass to the south. I'm going to spend this Spring Festival in the warm south. Hey. Eye breath. Be jealous. Envy it. Oh hehe~"

The little girl talks more and more happily. The more I think about it, the more I feel angry. Simply crossed his waist and raised his chin. An angry man who looks up to the sky and smiles.

An Ran and Wu Zerong shook their heads and ignored her. Exchange report cards with each other and look at each other's results.

"Huh. You've done really well this time." Wu Zerong smiled happily at An Ran. Pointing to the two subjects of Chinese and English on her report card: "Chinese is almost a perfect score."

Speaking of which. This time, the overall result was even better than his.

But Enron was not happy at all. His face was weak: "Why don't you look at the math results that broke my heart."

Wu Zerong comforted her: "It's not bad."

Enron pouted. Oh, yes. It's okay to look at. But the problem is that she wants to get this seemingly okay result. God knows how much effort has been put into it. How many questions have been made. It's just okay to get one.

Alas. God was so stingy when it came to assigning her mathematical talents.

After reading Wu Zerong's. She turned her head. Asked Jiang Jieyun: "What about the results. Can you show me?"

Jiang Jieyun is ready to go. He came today to listen to the recent school holiday arrangements and get his report card.

He didn't expect Enron to ask him for a transcript. After all, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to talk to him in the class before. He thought she was afraid of being seen by her classmates and having contact with him. And then what misunderstanding did she have.

In fact, the reason why An Ran didn't take the initiative to talk to him in the class before was just because he felt that the two didn't know each other very well. Although compared to the rest of the class. She was already "very familiar" with him. But apparently not up to her standards.

Again. She didn't know what to say to him. He in school and outside of school often gave her a sense of division. Like a complete stranger. People don't know what to say to him.

Just after getting along on New Year's night. She began to feel a slight fusion of the two of his impressions. Treat him like a normal teenager. And not the successful people of the future. The number one rich man in the city.

In addition, this is a common topic. That's why I asked. And the question is quite normal and natural.

Jiang Jieyun was a little puzzled. But he still took out the transcript he had just put in his bag and handed it to her.

Enron took it and took a look. He lamented to Wu Zerong and Jiang Jieyun: "Alas. I'm so stimulated. How do your heads grow?"

What is particularly exciting is that this young master's English is also a full score. Only one point was deducted for the language. Math turned out to be a perfect score. It's really impossible to be the first in the whole grade.

Wu Zerong and Zhou Fanghua listened. I was also curious to come over and take a look. But neither of them spoke. Relax compared to Enron. They said they had a meal with the living Hades. But there is still some wariness and awe for this one.

Jiang Jieyun listened to her words. And just shrug. Took the transcript that was handed back safely. Stood up and walked away.

Neither of them is actually a direct conversation. Enron was the only one who spoke. Jiang Jieyun didn't even say a word.

But that's all. It also attracted the sideways glances of several classmates around. One of Ann's classmates gave her a thumbs up: "Enron. You're too strong. Even Jiang Jieyun's report card dares to look at it."

Enron didn't know what to say. He just smiled: "Curious."

"That's not going to be a rush." The girl pointed to the podium in front of her. Yang Zhongming was beckoning a few boys to post the class score rankings on the wall: "Isn't this just looking."

The leaderboard was posted quickly.

This time, Jiang Jieyun is still the first. Enron surpassed Wu Zerong. Ranked second. And Wu Zerong is the third place. As for Zhou Fanghua, it is ranked seventh.

What to rank for grades. Enron really didn't care. All she cares about is her sad math grades. It's only the first year of junior high school. If in the future the second year of junior high school. What should I do in the third year of junior high school. What to do when you get to high school. Alas. Mathematical idiots kill people.

Jiang Jieyun, this bastard student, is out. Yang Zhongming suddenly relaxed a lot. He regained his previous unhurried appearance.

I saw a few boys put up the leaderboard. He sat behind the podium and nodded his head contentedly and contentedly. It's a pity that a goatee is missing. Otherwise, it really looks like an old pedant of the old society.

"Students. Let's take a good look, everybody. This is a record of your academic achievements and achievements for the semester. There is your sweat and hard work. There is also the teaching and hard work of the teachers. Of course, there is also evidence that you are lazy and naughty and can't study seriously." Yang Zhongming stood up. Walk to the top of the list and take a word. It's really serious.

Pity. Few of the students sitting below could listen to it.

Some people just pouted with their heads down. Evidence. What kind of evidence.

What lazy and naughty.

What not to study seriously.

Speaking of laziness. Speaking of naughty. Speaking of not studying seriously. All the students in the class can't catch up with Jiang Jieyun alone.

But look at it. Where is Jiang Jieyun's classmates?

These of them are serious about learning. Where's the naughty boy?

Alas. It's really no better than not knowing. It's more infuriating.

Teacher Yang. You're glaring and saying that your level of blindness is too high.

In fact, after Yang Zhongming finished saying these sentences, he also felt a little wrong. What kind of evidence? It's so imposing. Where is the swaggering bully Jiang Jieyun at the top of the list, where is the dead child. His words were like a joke.

Alas. I don't know if I don't look at it. It's so helpless to look at.

Now Mr. Yang has more feelings. There are many more good words. There are many more precepts. In the face of this iron-like depressing fact. It all turned into a desolate and helpless sigh.

Alas. He's messing with someone.

A wolf was mixed into the sheep pile.

And this wolf still has someone behind him. Ineffable. Can't scold. Can't beat. Can't catch up. I can only suffer from his cold words every day. Test the strength of the heart.

Although the student's academic performance is really good. But he would rather his grades be a little worse. Be nice.

Teacher Yang lamented in his heart for a while. Immediately, when he saw the names of An Ran and Wu Zerong behind Jiang Jieyun. Finally feel a little better.

Fortunately. Fortunately. The rest of the classmates are still good. Very well-behaved and obedient. Very hard working and self-motivated.

Take a look at this score. There are many children whose scores have improved greatly compared to the midterm exams. This time, the whole grade is ranked. Presumably, most of these students in his class can also get good grades.

Teacher Yang was finally cured when he thought of this. Then we started talking about the next day's schedule.

Here's how the next day was scheduled.

Morning. Students come to the school to clean up en masse.

Afternoon. Hold a parent-teacher conference.

After the parent-teacher conference. The school is now fully closed.

The cleaning will be done. This stuff will be met by parents. I don't think any student will be able to afford it. Even students with good academic performance can feel instinctively repulsed by it.

And those who did poorly in the exam this time. It was a black cloud overhead. His face was so bitter that he could almost drip water.

There are also some perennial poor students. More visionary. I'm already discussing whether to get out of school today. First go to the pharmacy to sell some topical drugs for bruises. For example, safflower oil or something. so that tomorrow it will be good to resist the beating.

There are some more clever ones. You can simply start planning your escape route tomorrow night today. It's to go to grandpa's house and hug grandpa's thighs. Or go to my grandparents' house. Holding the Buddha's feet of two old men and old ladies. Or an aunt or aunt who is far away from home.

In a word. It needs to be well planned.

It's worth saying. Magician Sun Shubao. Thanks to the happy cooperation with Enron. The test results this time are actually quite good. Ranked 20th. Compared to the last seat in the middle of the term. It's not a day. It's a huge improvement.

Teacher Yang was very pleased. He also deliberately brought out his name alone. Gave me a good compliment in front of the class.

And Sun Shubao is quite calm. I don't feel like I'm empty. I didn't feel embarrassed to blush.

Let Enron look angry and funny. The psychological quality of this future outstanding policeman is really not as good as ordinary.

After school. Sun Shubao also deliberately ran in front of An Ran. To thank her for her cooperation. You have to invite her to dinner.

Enron hurriedly refused.

Although Sun Shubao is facing Mr. Yang's praise, he can be calm. The face is not red and the heart is not beating. It's just like Yang Zirong who entered the bandit's den and faced the mountain carving. But at this time, in front of Enron, he did not hide the happiness in his heart: "Oops. Enron. How can you say no. You don't know. How much you helped me. It just saved me from fire and water. If you don't have it on the day of the exam. I'm sure I'm going to have to hand in a blank slate. If you get a bunch of duck eggs back. Tomorrow night. My dad came back from a parent-teacher conference. Thou shalt not beat me to death."

An Ran smiled: "You are exaggerating. And that's it. Besides, it's not right for me to do that. You should let yourself learn well. Your dad must be doing it for your own good. Why else wouldn't he have bothered to beat me? How can you beat you to death?"

Sun Shubao pouted and shrugged: "I know that he is for my good. It's really not the material for learning. As soon as I go to my desk, I get sleepy. The book is spread out. The teacher will talk about it again. I was able to fall asleep right away. Without hesitation."