The two English classes passed peacefully, but under the surface calm, there was an undercurrent.

The third lesson was Chinese, and this one was uneventful. It's just that the fourth class is not so easy, and as the bell rings for the fourth class, Zhang Xingbao can feel the gloating gazes of the classmates who occasionally glance at him.

Sure enough, Teacher Shen strode into the classroom with his textbook, his face was very gloomy.

Zhang Xingbao was certainly uneasy in his heart, but he also knew that there were some things that could not be escaped.

I thought that I would be called directly, but the strange thing is that Teacher Shen just glanced at Zhang Xingbao unkindly, as if he didn't care, picked up the textbook in his hand and started lecturing.

There was some depression in a class, and no one dared to break the dull atmosphere. Finally the bell rang after class, and in the midst of Zhang Xingbao's many suspicions, Teacher Shen really called his name: "Zhang Xingbao, come to my office." ”

Doomed to an inescapable catastrophe, Zhang Xingbao quietly took a deep breath under the curious eyes of his classmates, then walked out of the desk with his chest straight, and strode out of the classroom behind Teacher Shen.

secretly glanced at Teacher Shen's face, and sure enough, he could still feel her unhappiness.

However, Teacher Shen didn't speak, and Zhang Xingbao didn't dare to speak without permission. But the boredom has to be broken after all, she asked, "What's going on in English class?

Zhang Xingbao did not deny it, even if he felt a little wronged.

But he didn't admit it either, because he hated saying apologies. At this moment, I'm afraid that if she reviews and writes a letter of guarantee with the head teacher, she may not be willing to believe herself, right? Not only does she not believe it, but she doesn't even bother to make any more guarantees.

"Why don't you speak?" When he approached the door of the office, Mr. Shen stopped and turned to look at Zhang Xingbao.

Zhang Xingbao was still silent, he didn't dare to contradict Teacher Shen, but he didn't want to be as obedient as before. Even if you know that she is good for herself, but she is a mud that can't support the wall, since she is destined to disappoint her, so why bother with it?

Zhang Xingbao faintly hoped that Teacher Shen would give up on himself and treat him as a student in Class 98. In this way, she will not have to worry about being disappointed in herself in the future, and she will no longer have to feel guilty and burdened by her.

"Don't you want to explain anything to me?" Teacher Shen's tone of voice increased sharply, and she suddenly looked at Zhang Xingbao's silent and stubborn face, she seemed to understand a little.

sneered, and finally said: "It's only been more than two months before the college entrance examination, and I don't have time to care about you anymore." Since you don't want to study anymore, I hope you don't affect the rest of the class, you know?"

Zhang Xingbao felt a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel sad. Once upon a time, he was so bored with people?

You must know that Class 98 is a top class, and in the final analysis, Zhang Xingbao's ability to enter this class means that he achieved remarkable results when he was admitted to junior high school. Even if it can't be said to be excellent, it is also outstanding and popular with teachers. However, at this moment...

Although he was sad in his heart, Zhang Xingbao also felt inexplicably relieved. In the future, the teacher will not care about him anymore, so naturally he will not put any pressure on him. Without expecting him, he doesn't have to feel guilty anymore. In this way, life can be free and comfortable.

However, Zhang Xingbao snorted his mouth, but he didn't have the cheekiness to say 'um'.

Maybe Teacher Shen was also disappointed in Zhang Xingbao, and waved his hand like a fly: "You don't need to go to the office with me, just remember to write a score review and submit it to Teacher Jin." It's only a little over two months, so don't let you affect the atmosphere of the teachers' teaching. ”

Zhang Xingbao responded with a low 'um', and heard the figure of Teacher Shen entering the office. When he looked up, he saw the teachers in the corridor looking at him, and he didn't have the face to stay here any longer, and strode away.

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"What the fuck is going on?"

After leaving the teaching building, Zhang Xingbao neither went to the dormitory nor the cafeteria, he was just full of unwillingness and chaos.

One hid in the lawn on the back hill, one indignant.

What was supposed to be an ordinary English test has developed to such a point in the end. Once the situation gets out of control, it is very far from what you have in mind.

When did I start to become less afraid of the teacher? When did I stop being afraid of the high school entrance examination? I don't know if my father will vomit blood because of his unfilial piety when he knows his current situation, and I don't know how disappointed Mr. Shen is in himself.

Zhang Xingbao only felt panicked on his face, and he did not have the perseverance and courage to learn to repay his kindness like he did when he chiseled the wall and stole the light of the hanging beam.

"It's because of cultivation that I lost my original intention of learning, right?" Zhang Xingbao sighed and raised his palm. I saw that in the palm of his hand, there was a faint mist rising. Although the fog disappeared quickly in the sun, even if the fog disappeared, it still left a watermark on Zhang Xingbao's palm.

Although he had not yet completed the Ice Pick Technique, he was already quite familiar with the control of the water element. And the cultivation of the icicle technique is only a matter of time, and even Zhang Xingbao can launch an icicle in two or three days without deliberately.

"But since I have such superhuman skills, why should I study useless texts? Turn myself into a nerd? Or learn from others to be the champion?" Zhang Xingbao seemed to have a clear understanding in his heart.

He closed his eyes and felt a rare relief. My ears moved slightly, listening to the youthful atmosphere on campus.

He heard a group of girls talking and laughing in the distance, as if they were sketching. I heard that on the basketball court, there were boys sweating and playing.

"But even if I have superhuman skills, what should I do?" Zhang Xingbao suddenly found that he didn't seem to have anything else to do if he didn't study.

Everyone has a dream of making a fortune, and almost every ambitious migrant worker wants to start a business. It seems that only funds are needed, and then properly operated and managed, and when you become the boss, you will have a lot of money.

However, no matter how stupid Zhang Xingbao is, he also knows that things are not so simple, first of all, he doesn't even have the funds to start a business. What's more, he probably doesn't even know how to sell vegetables, so how can he run it? As for managing a business, he doesn't know how to do it.

Buying a lottery ticket?

Zhang Xingbao was speechless for a while, he didn't think that Xiuzhen could have anything to do with buying lottery tickets and winning the lottery.

Mixed black society?

That seems to be a way out for yourself that is more suitable for brute force, but it can't be denied that fighting and killing is only the work of low-level hooligans. If you want to get to the top, it seems that you still have to rely on your head. Besides, isn't it looking for death in this country? Moreover, such a profession is also the profession that Zhang Xingbao despises the most.

"What can I do?" Zhang Xingbao was confused: "What can I do?"