Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    This matter should not be a trivial matter, no matter which school or whom it is placed on, enough to arouse the great attention of the majority of the melon eaters and the teachers of the Academic Affairs Office.

    The client himself did not say anything.

    Drawing her plastered leg, she walked to the Academic Affairs Office with a slender and long pestle with a cold expression and said nothing.

     Liu Deqing didn't know what to say.

    I want to scold, I just pulled my back, and found that not only can people memorize the first year, but even the required texts in the second year of high school can be memorized completely, it is not bad at all. poetry.

    To say this is cheating is too insulting to the IQ of the public and cannot be convincing.

    Every time I come and go, this matter becomes difficult for Liu Deqing to handle.

    Fortunately, this child Song Yan seems to be a reasonable child, one does not cry, two does not make trouble, three does not hang on a rope, comforts and comforts, maybe there is hope to put things down.

    So even if the other party blatantly put the mobile phone in the school uniform pocket in front of him, he didn't see it, he just said: "This matter, the teachers have also investigated clearly, it is really just a misunderstanding , I will send a notice to the whole school to explain and clarify when I go back, is there any problem?"

    Song Yan responded: "Okay."

    Then no more.

     Neither accusing Liu Yue of deliberately framing him, nor complaining about his test results, made Liu Deqing feel a little nervous: "You...don't have anything else to say?"

    "No more. Just confirm that this is Liu Yue's problem."

    Liu Deqing immediately slapped the table: "That must be Liu Yue's problem! I will give him a warning and punishment when I look back, and I will also report criticism at the flag-raising ceremony. In the future, I must resolutely stop this random disturbance of the examination room order. bad behavior!"

    Disturbing the order of the examination room sounds better than framing classmates to cheat.

     "It's been hard work, Director Liu." Song Yan said with a lot of sarcasm.

    Liu Deqing didn't hear it at all, he waved his hand: "What's the hard work, you child is too sensible, you don't know how to cry when you are wronged."

    As he spoke, he picked up the glass and drank the tea, and slapped the tea foam: "But don't worry, the teachers will definitely give you an explanation on this matter, so you can take the following test with peace of mind. Did you hear?"

    "Hmm. But..."

    As soon as the word "but" came out, Liu Deqing's heart instantly lifted.

    "But I made a bet with Liu Yue about this exam. Maybe some jokes will go too far. I hope Director Liu won't blame Liu Yue."

    Song Yan spoke calmly and calmly, especially like a good and sensible student.

    After finishing speaking, Liu Deqing, who was still worried just now, immediately felt at ease.

    Ah, kid, young and full of energy, betting is normal.

    "What's the matter? The teacher is not an antique, so you can't scold you for this kind of thing? Don't worry, it's time to play, don't disturb the class and study." Liu Deqing was extraordinarily reasonable.

    Song Yan also felt that it was almost the same: "If there is nothing else, I want to go back to review first, and I have to take a math test in the afternoon."

    "Go, go, the teacher will not waste your time, come on for the exam in the afternoon, the teacher believes in you."

    The tone was so enthusiastic as if Song Yan was his nephew.

    And to his real nephew who was waiting outside the Academic Affairs Office, there was only a roar of hatred for iron and steel: "Liu Yue! Get me in here!"

    The real and fake nephews passed by the narrow door of the Academic Affairs Office.

    Liu Yue didn't know what happened, so he gave Song Yan an arrogant and sarcastic look.

    Song Yan was too lazy to take care of him, after all, he couldn't see dying people in his world, he just lowered his head and uploaded the recording from his phone to the cloud.

    This matter he rashly fights and can't make a name for himself.

    Moreover, Liu Yue has Liu Deqing's side, but he does not protect his parents, so instead of making a fuss about himself, he may not be able to get better, it is better to let Liu Yue lose in his own way A little more ugly.

      .

    It's hard to say whether Song Yan is the "ginseng", but Liu Yue must be the "worse" anyway.

    What Liu Deqing and Liu Yue said, no one knows.

    There is no news about Liu Yue's report of Song Yan's cheating, except for a notice stating that the matter was purely a misunderstanding.

    The rumors are secretly surging, taking the last trace of the summer heat to expand and ferment in places that everyone can see and unknown.

    Song Yan was not affected at all, and because the last big question in mathematics and physics was hit by the question type, he felt that this exam was still simple, so that it was like the atmosphere of the whole second grade cemetery out of place.

    In the words of Xia Zhiye, it is a bunch of Anduin's holy light in a group of desperate zombies, except for ridicule.

    When he said this, the chubby man at the front desk was already in a hurry: "Brother Ye, you still have the heart to fight the hearthstone, didn't you see what I was mocked for, brother? ?"

    It was just dawn, and the morning reading had not yet started.

    Put one hand on the table and cover the back of the head with the other, when I heard the voice, the thin and white knuckles twitched irritably, and the short black hair came out between the fingers, which was visible to the naked eye Tired and impatient.

    Xia Zhiye glanced at it: "If you speak louder, you can drag you directly into the morgue, do you believe it?"

    Really.

    Little Fatty turned into an airy voice very witty: "He - last night - went - stole - cattle - did you -?"

    Xia Zhiye looked at him calmly: "It doesn't mean you want to talk like a hanged ghost, understand?"

    "Oh." Little Fatty said, "But seriously, why is he so sleepy every day? What are you guys doing in the dormitory at night?"

    This question sounds pretty lively.

    But Xia Zhiye didn't know the answer either.

    Although they don't say they go to bed early every night, they must turn off the lights before twelve o'clock. As for what Song Yan did after the lights were turned off, he didn't know, he didn't hear anything anyway. Strange movement.

    Only one time when I woke up at night, I found that Song Yan seemed to be lying on the bed in a daze, it looked a bit like... insomnia?

    It's the age when I can't sleep enough, how can I have insomnia.

    Xia Zhiye unconsciously tapped the table twice with his fingertips.

    The little chubby on the other end was obviously more concerned about another thing: "Leave this aside. The important thing is that the score is going to be announced today, what should I do, bro?"

    Xia Zhiye: "What to do."

    "The bet." Xiaopang transferred the phone to Xia Zhiye, "Look, the whole third middle school is waiting for the joke."

    It's a post again.

    Xia Zhiye doesn't know why this group of people is interested in this kind of thing, whether it is because the game is not fun or the American TV series is not good, a group of people who can't see their heads and look down must put on a vest in this place What's the point of babbling bali gossip.

    Speak to your face if you have the ability.

    However, when I saw the word "Song Yan" in the title, I couldn't help but click in.

    Song Yan and Liu Yue are still talking about the mess.

    [Main Building]: Outside the nickname! The exam papers have been changed! Year groups are being sorted! Results should be out today! Does anyone have a final pressure on who wins and who loses!

    [1L]: Is this still a pressure, isn’t Song Yan missing a score because of cheating?

    [2L]: Upstairs, I made it clear that Song Yan did not cheat, but was "framed by Liu Yue for cheating", OK? The Academic Affairs Office issued a notice to clarify.

    [5L]: Oh, you believe whatever the Academic Affairs Office says? How to explain that cheat sheet?

    [6L]: Liu Yue is the nephew of the director of the Academic Affairs Office, and then you said that the Academic Affairs Office favored Song Yan? Funny you.

    [11L]: You're just joking, right? If Song Yanzhen didn't cheat, and even found a cheat sheet, can the person who reported it have nothing to do with it?

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    [17L]: You hate brother one bite at a time, who are you? Song Yan's dog? I'll just say it bluntly, Song Yan is still fighting a fart even if he lacks a grade in Chinese, it's better to just surrender and lose half of it, instead of being a grandson and a son.

    …

    Liu Yue can't do anything else.

    A group of big men had their mouths broken like a group of toothless old ladies. In normal times, Xia Zhiye was not even interested in taking a second look.

    But this time it was his tablemate who was broken.

    There is no reason to be mad at others for the people he serves in and out every day.

    Xia Zhiye tapped a few times with his fingertips next to the non-human IDs, then glanced at the time, 7:18.

    Twelve minutes until the flag raising ceremony.

    Enough for him to play temporarily as a literary master.

    However, this time, should I go to the Desires first, or the Desires?

    Literary tycoon is stuck in a creative bottleneck.

    I heard a "ding dong" sound and a banner popped up on the top of the phone.

    [Nanwu No. 3 Middle School Home-School Link: The results of the annual opening examination in the second half of 2020 are as follows…]

    The home-school link of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School is shared by the school, parents and students, and the results of each test will be broadcast as soon as possible to ensure that every student who is poor in the test will not miss the parents. The chance of being beaten up, so when I heard this sound, it was like hearing a deadly bell.

    But today it is given a different meaning.

    "It's hastily! The results are out! What to do! I'm only five hundred and five, I'm done, I'm gone, woo woo woo." The chubby in front took back the phone and hugged his head and cried.

    The classroom was full of grief, and after the grief was over, they stretched out their tentacles to eat melons: "Brother Yue, how did you do in the test?"

    "It's okay, more than 500 points."

    Liu Yue's sentence is alright.

    The people who eat melons have no patience: "You said it as if you didn't say it. Five hundred and one and five hundred and ninety-nine are more than five hundred. How much is it?"

    The crowd put their heads together.

    Then I saw a bright row of transcripts on the phone screen.

    [Name]: Liu Yue

    [Grade]: Chinese: 101, Math: 125, English: 119, Comprehensive Science: 219, Total: 564

    [Class Rank]: 22 (↑5)

    [Grade rank]: 190 (↑62)

    [Ranking of five schools]: 2891

    [Refer to the fractional line of a batch of simulated undergraduates]: 546

    "Okay, brother Yue, 564, the last line."

    "Yes, Brother Yue is stable, and my milk tea is saved."

    "How do you know that Brother Yue is stable?"

    "Nonsense, whoever lacks a language, if this can still win, it is better to knock on the door of the admissions office of Tsinghua University and Peking University."

    "That's right, but who are you to ask..."

    It was like falling into a duck farm.

    Song scratched his hair a few times in annoyance, propped himself up on the table, and leaned against the back of the chair.

    Two long legs are supported like soulless, phoenix eyes are half drooping, brows are slightly frowned, and there is a smell of "kill me who disturbs my sleep".

    The person who was eager to try and ask about the results just now was cowardly. With this aura like the king of hell, who the **** would dare to go up and make a taboo.

    There is only one other Hades.

    Xia Zhiye pushed the cool boiled water over: "The result is out."

    "Yes." Song Yan replied listlessly.

     took the cup, took a slow sip, and took out the phone from the table.

    The moment the screen lit up, everyone in the classroom stared straight at Song Yan, feeling that they could not wait to put their eyeballs directly on his face, for fear of missing even a millisecond of microexpressions.

    However, Song Yan was expressionless.

    No expression from start to finish.

    Take out the phone, unlock the screen, glance at it, then close the phone, put it back on the table, and leave it intact.

    I didn't even shake my eyelashes.

    Everyone: "…"

    This is a **** facial nerve necrosis.

    Song Yan: "General."

    Liu Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

    Song Yan: "Only five hundred points."

    Liu Yue got stuck again.

    Let's not talk about Liu Yue, except for Song Yan and Xia Zhiye, everyone in the classroom widened their eyes unbelievably.

    Some poor mathematicians have already broken the fingers of themselves and the tablemates and started to count. After a long time of counting, the incredible has turned into an indescribable fear.

     "Fuck, you can get more than 500 points without a grade in Chinese?! Then you can't go to heaven if you have grades?!"

    Song Yan had no interest in going to the sky, just looked at Xia Zhiye lazily: "Did you bring mints?"

    "I brought it." Xia Zhiye took one off.

    Song Yan took it, threw it into her mouth, and remained silent.

    Everyone: "…"

    Is it **** time for candy? !

    And what kind of candy does the macho eat!

    Grades! score!

    Everyone is anxious.

    "148."

    “…”

    "What about English?"

    "146."

    “…”

    "Reason, what about Reinforcement?"

    “2…”

    Everyone held their breath, not even the atmosphere.

    Song Yan's two subjects add up to 294. As long as the total score exceeds 270, the total score exceeds Liu Yue.

    That would be so **** awesome.

    Liu Yue, who was sitting in front of Song Yanxie, looked like a mountain on the surface, but he was actually holding the pen in his hand tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

    Originally he thought Song Yan was just a rich second generation with poor grades, but he didn't expect Song Yan to have such good grades.

    Many people thought it was strange for him to report Song Yan for cheating. In this case, Song Yan's total score was higher than him, which was tantamount to indirectly confirming the statement that he deliberately framed .

    After all, people with such good grades have to think about it before they cheat?

    So Song Yan absolutely cannot win.

    Moreover, why is it so simple for 270 and above? A grade, no, in the entire five-school joint entrance exam, how many science comprehensive scores can be over 270? Why did Song Yan transfer to No. 3 Middle School if he had this ability?

    Liu Yue clenched the pen in his hand even tighter, his fingernails embedded in the palm of his hand, and he didn't feel pain even when he pinched out the blood marks.

    "2."

    Respiratory arrest.

    "7."

     Heartbeat missed.

    "1."

    Boom—

    The moment when the three trivial and meaningless numbers passed through the solidified and tight air and fell on Liu Yue's eardrums, it seemed that the whole world collapsed and disintegrated along with his vanity and self-esteem.