Open your eyes, familiar ceiling.

It's in your own home.

Shen Xiaoran lifted the quilt and looked at her unnaturally unconsciously feet, she thought of her dreams at night.

The dream was too real, it didn't even feel like a dream.

It's clear, and it's very long, and it can be the same as the real flow of time.

It's as if it's another world.

In the dream, there was a man who claimed to be a god who gave himself the strength to stand up......

So, can you only stand in your dreams?

Biting his lip lightly, Shen Xiaoran supported his body with both hands and slowly moved to the side of the bed.

With both feet, point to the ground.

"Just stand up, like in a dream."

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and exhale heavily.

Shen Xiaoran stood up.

Touch... Smack!

As soon as her ass left the bed, she staggered forward, and the whole person fell to the wooden floor, and because she was about to fall to the ground, her hand pulled it in a hurry, and the porcelain cup on the bedside table was also overturned, fell to the ground, and smashed it to pieces.

"Ran!"

Mom heard the sound of things breaking and screamed immediately.

And Shen Xiaoran still bit his lip tightly, exerted all his strength, supported the bed with both hands, and tried to support his body.

Even if her weak feet, constantly trembling on the ground, only played a small role as a fulcrum, and could not bear all her weight, she still had to stand......

"Slow down!"

When she entered the door, she saw that Shen Xiaoran was about to fall, and her mother hurriedly ran over and used her hands to support her from behind and was about to fall to the ground.

Then, he looked at the broken glass behind him in shock, and a chill spread into his body.

If you fall like this, you will be pierced in the head......

"Mom, I'm sorry, I broke the cup......"

Although Shen Xiaoran was apologizing, there was no apology on his face.

To be precise, there are no expressions at all.

Again, like before, back to numbness.

"It's okay baby, let's lie down on the bed." Mom helped her to the bed, and then hurriedly went to get a broom and a dustpan, and after cleaning the glass on the floor as much as possible, she carefully examined it again to eliminate all possible injuries.

In the future, the cups will be replaced with plastic ones.

"Ranran, why don't you call your mother if you have something?" She asked worriedly.

Shen Xiaoran didn't know what to say, so he was silent.

"Me and the Altar of Earth" is an article she doesn't dare to look back.

But there were some passages that lingered in her mind.

The sentence that I couldn't understand when I watched it before, but now, I fully recognize it.

Thinking that he is the most unfortunate one in the world, he does not know that his son's misfortune is always doubled by his mother.

Similarly, Shen Xiaoran, who has always thought that she is the saddest, knows that her sadness is multiplied by two by her mother.

"Why don't we try it again at the rehabilitation center?" Mom asked.

The place she was talking about was a professional, expensive, and hopeless place.

But my mother always said that if you stick to it for a while, maybe it will be effective.

Shen Xiaoran shook his head, squeezed out a smile and said, "Mom, let's go and put Kong Ming lanterns today." ”

"yes, yes!" Seeing that her daughter took the initiative, her mother happily agreed.

Bless Ranran's peace and happiness.

Healthy......

Now that God has taken away her health, it can't be so unfair anymore.

Please.

"Okay, Mom, I'm resting."

"Then I'll go out first, something will call me."

After her mother left the room, Shen Xiaoran watched as she tried to stretch, but there was no movement at all, at most her thumbs were slightly bent on her feet, and she realized that the gods had not fully given her the ability to walk.

But last night, she was really able to go.

Not an ordinary dream.

In a certain situation, I really got back to normal.

So, will that immortal really come to her dream and give her power again?

Although the other party said that as long as he listens to his mother, he will come, but the stupid person knows that this is painting cakes, deceiving the child to be obedient, and he will definitely not come again next time.

So, in her dream, she smacked the gods.

She felt that because of this, the probability of the fairy coming back to her dream was higher than listening to her mother......

So, when did that immortal discover himself?

When did you decide to come to her dreams?

Suddenly, she thought of a moment.

When I was blowing the wind by the river, was there a perverted big brother who pinched his face?

………

How strong Chaozi is, Chen Yuan doesn't know.

But he estimated that eighty percent of the little girl would not be able to stand up.

The law that he can summarize so far is that he can bring objects into the dream, and his behavior in the dream can cover reality, and if in the dream, the dreamer concretizes some other people, they will become a fixed perspective, and at the same time can be influenced by themselves.

Dreams do not tamper with reality, but overlay it.

That is, it is impossible to create things out of thin air.

What Chen Yuan can bring in and out is only his own test papers.

It's easy to confirm this, take a handful of sand and put it in your pocket in your dream, and if you bring it out, it means that Chaozi is not only a supermodel, but it is even molded.

Therefore, in the dream, most of the little girl's good legs could not be brought out.

After all, at that time, he was just hinting at her and using her subjective consciousness to change her dreams.

But what happened in the dream, because of the stability of the supern, is infinitely closer to reality.

After meeting her again after a while, let's give this little girl another freedom.

It's a reward for listening to your mother.

It's not a little girl's kiss or anything......

Besides, it's obvious that you're the one who suffers.

After washing up in the morning, Chen Yuan took the initiative to order the noodles and called Xia Xinyu to come over and eat. Then, she spoke highly of her cooking skills – it was delicious, and I would finish it.

Yuzi is really strong, and in terms of cooking skills, he is really not complimented at all, unlike the previous unconditional belief that he can do well in the exam.

Is this the little chef's insistence on food?

And this morning, from home to the bus station, Xia Xinyu still didn't mention his birthday once.

If you really forget, or really don't know...... Will she be sad?

There must be a little.

Why didn't you mention that heart treasure?

Isn't it your ninja way to say something out?

To be honest, Chen Yuan couldn't help it a little and wanted to reveal it a little, but he thought that the composition of surprise was surprise and joy, the surprise revealed in advance, and the joy generated on his birthday would be greatly discounted because of the planning in advance.

Forget it, bear with it.

Order a cake at noon tomorrow, and then in the evening, find a good place in advance, and suddenly give her a surprise - happy birthday.

No, you still have to use Chinese.

lest this guy make himself spell again.

So, in the spirit of keeping his mouth shut, Chen Yuan did a good job of keeping secrets and never revealed any rumors.

And before Xia Xinyu finally got off the car, what she suddenly told was only that she must tell her as soon as the results of the math competition came out.

Math Competition......

Although Chen Yuan felt that he should have passed, he was still a little curious about the specific score.

However, after arriving at school, Lao Mo didn't mention the math competition at all.

Even if you read his heart, there is nothing about the competition.

What's going on?

"Haven't you ever been?"

After the third class, Tang Siwen suddenly stood in front of Chen Yuan and asked coldly.

"Huh?" Chen Yuan asked.

Tang Siwen explained: "Today's results of the competition, but the teacher didn't mention a word, I wonder if we haven't had it, he is angry." ”

"Probably not." Zhou Yu on the side accosted, "He won't be angry with you if he hasn't been, he hasn't expected Chen Yuan, so he won't be angry with him......"

"Nima!"

He Sijiao in the back also poked her head out: "Could it be that Chen Yuan pretended to be forced to hand in the paper in advance, but he got a ridiculous score in the exam, which made Lao Mo angry and didn't want to speak?" ”

"Roll Nima's too!"

"It should be that the results haven't come out yet, although it's out on Thursday, it will take time to spread to every school." Zhou Fu guessed.

Zhou Fu is still a loyal person.

"I think it makes sense." Chen Yuan nodded and looked at Tang Siwen.

After a pause, Tang Siwen said, "Let's go find him." ”

"Imperative?"

Ask a friend who reads a book, does she have a question mark after this sentence.

"It's an interrogative sentence."

Tang Siwen was a prayer just now, but he felt that this was a bit too domineering, so he changed his words stiffly.

"Okay, let's go."

As a man from the southeast, what Chen Yuan resisted the most was that someone ordered him.

Of course, invitations can.

He's not so crazy that he hasn't been so boundless.

So, the two went to the mathematics year group together.

But before I could enter the office, I saw a bunch of students blocking the door.

"Aren't the results out?"

"I heard it's ten o'clock today."

"It hasn't reached our school yet."

"But my friends from the fourth middle school just now knew the results......

"Hey! How do you know the results of other schools? Did you bring your phone to school?! ”

Suddenly, a voice from the office scared away the students who asked for grades at the door.

Only Chen Yuan and Tang Siwen were left.

There was also Qiu Meng who had just come out of the office, and then smiled after seeing the two.

"I didn't get any results, so let's come back at noon."

Tang Siwen was stunned for a moment after being accosted, so he turned his head to look at Chen Yuan, as if to say: Are you a friend? Let's blackmail some information.

What do you want me to say......

"Is there a line drawn this time?" Chen Yuan asked.

"Ninety-two." Qiu Meng said quite reliably, "It's the same old age, with a 20% pass rate." ”

"As long as it's not above 102, it's fine." Tang Siwen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

And Qiu Meng was directly stunned by her words.

was obviously expressionless, but he felt a domineering spirit that looked at the world.

Moreover, this B is very advanced.

The score is so high, but I make a kind of worry that I am afraid that I can't take the first test.

It's like a hermit master, when facing the evil path chaser, suddenly stopped, and said to the disciple on the side: "This time, I'm afraid I won't be able to run." ”

The disciple was stunned, he couldn't even run, how powerful was the other party?

Then the next moment, the hermit master killed all the pursuers unharmed, and then stroked the dust on his sleeves, and rejoiced: "I am finally saved." ”

That's how it feels.

How can the students of Class 18 pretend to be so fresh and refined?!

"It's okay, as long as it's not above 95, it's fine." Chen Yuan also nodded lightly.

Qiu Meng showed a subtle expression and complained: "Poor imitation, and your tone really has a sense of happiness that you almost failed the test." ”

"Although it is a 20% pass rate, it is basically 95% because of the top schools such as one middle school and four middle schools above. In addition, there are 17 middle schools and 25 middle schools, and the pass rate may be less than 10 percent. Qiu Meng analyzed rationally, "If this year's eleven is more than 35 percent, He Hongtao is estimated to be smiling." ”

"After all, competition is a game for prestigious schools. Moreover, there are less than 10 people in our school who take the double test. ”

"Yes, the goal of our school is only to get extra points in the college entrance examination, and we don't have too much desire to win medals in the provincial and national competitions."

The medal of the national competition is the game of the top sect.

And these people are basically concentrated in the first middle school, the fourth middle school, as well as the middle stream and the fringe of the famous schools.

Including Chen Yuan and Tang Siwen, as well as Qiu Meng in front of him, they all went to the provincial award to add points.

"What's the matter, are you confident?" Chen Yuan asked.

After Qiu Meng thought about it, he looked at Tang Siwen and quipped: "The score I estimate is between this young lady and the middle." ”

That's right, Tang Siwen, he has been fighting back and forth with the inner disciples of the third class.

That's right, she is ranked 88th in the school.

There are 150 people in the first, second and third classes, and not all of these 150 people are in the forefront, so her results can be regarded as middle students in the second class and excellent students in the third class.

Even if it is a class, it can be ranked in more than 40 places, which is by no means a cushion.

That's nice.

This sensation of prestige.

If I also make it to the top 100 list, Lao Mo may look at me more......

What am I talking about?

The dog narrator is starting to tamper with my mind, right?

"Anyway, I hope we all have the good luck." Qiu Meng said with a grin, "I heard that this year's main competition is in Ningcheng, and we will go to eat mille-feuille cake together when the time comes." ”

"Are lasaeuille delicious?"

Tang Siwen, who had not spoken, suddenly asked.

Then, the remaining two people were stunned.

[I'm knocking, a natural foodie! 】

This is Qiu Meng's heart.

Chen Yuan was happy.

Okay, the cold character is becoming more and more untenable.

"Hah...... I don't know, I don't know. Qiu Meng waved his hand to say hello, and then left.

The two people left behind, after looking at each other for a while, Chen Yuan spoke first: "Do you ask at noon?" ”

"Well, I'll ask after class."

"But I'm going to the broadcasting department, you can help me ask."

"Uh-huh."

"Let's go, then?"

"Let's go."

In this way, the two did not enter the office, but went back to the classroom.

And Lao Mo, who was in the office, saw that none of the students in his class came, but he became suspicious in his heart.

Tang Siwen is confident.

Chen Yuan was embarrassed to face himself because he handed in the papers early.

I'd like to see, I guess you guys are right!

In this way, Lao Mo is the same as other math teachers who are waiting nervously in the office because they have no classes.

Because the first year of high school has not been long in school, even if I learned in junior high school in advance, my knowledge is not stable and my competitiveness is not strong. In the third year of high school, I need to prepare for the exam, and I don't have extra energy, and I want to participate in the second year of high school. Therefore, the main force of the Olympiad is the second year of high school.

And the pressure is all on these sophomore math teachers.

Wait, wait.

Finally, when the fourth class was about to end, Zhang Liang suddenly said: "The results have been sent to our school!" ”

Hearing this, everyone leaned forward.

"Because it is said to protect students' privacy, the results are paper, and the leader has just gotten them back from the competition committee!" Zhang Liang said again.

"Did anyone print it?" A teacher asked.

"The printer in the Academic Affairs Office was broken, so they sent it to the grade group in the West District first, hit it at their side, and sent it over after the call." Zhang Liang explained.

Hearing this, Pan Falcon, the math teacher in the second class, smacked his lips and said unhappily: "It's obviously close to our grade group in the eastern district, and then send it to the western district first, heh." ”

Because there are too many classes in the whole school, there are twenty-six, and one grade group can't fit in, so it is divided into the east and west districts.

However, these two grade groups do not have superior rankings, and they are completely scattered.

In this wave, the paper score was sent to the West District first.

But in fact, it was sent to a class first.

"It is estimated that it will be delivered in ten minutes, haha." A middle-aged female teacher said to Pan Falcon, the teacher of the second class.

But he was still upset.

In most cases, the competition between teachers is determined by the style of the school.

He Hongtao can be said to be a low-level Zhang Jianjun, and naturally he is also in the teaching team, cultivating a wolf culture with a strong smell of blood.

This time, the number of people participating in the competition in the 11th Middle School, plus some people from the liberal arts classes, is close to 100 in total.

But those who cross the line are at most thirty-five, or thirty-eight at the top.

Then, a class of this kind is naturally the most important.

While everyone was waiting, a message was sent out in the WeChat group of the grade group.

He Hongtao: All ten students in Mr. Xu Yicheng's class passed the preliminary examination, and the average score of one of them was 106 [flowers] [flowers] [flowers]

(End of chapter)