Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    The outlook on life of most people in the second and first class of senior high school also collapsed.

    It's not like they haven't seen good results. After all, Nanwu No. 3 Middle School, as the city's focus at the end of the crane, can still produce several Tsinghua and Peking universities every year.

    It's just that the form of expression is too dramatic, and the effect is too shocking.

    So that those who were worse than Liu Yue in the test directly checked themselves three times: Am I mentally retarded? Am I mentally retarded? Am I mentally retarded?

    I am.

    So on the road leading to the flag-raising ceremony, the atmosphere of the entire second and first class of high school was so strange and terrifying, all eyes were empty, and their expressions were dull.

    Zhou Ziqiu and Shang Huai couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Did your class's ancestral graves be dug collectively?"

    Xia Zhiye supported Song Yan: "No, it's just that this ancestor accidentally got one point higher than Liu."

    Zhou Ziqiu, Shang Huai: "…"

    Substitute Liu Yue and think about it, this should be about the same level of anger as being dug up.

    Ancestor himself is quite aloof, standing on the side with a lame leg, and has no intention of showing off.

    "But what's the matter with your proud expression?" Zhou Ziqiu asked.

    Xia Zhiye: "Do I have one?"

    Shang Huai: "You have."

    Xia Zhiye: "Well, then I will have it."

    “…”

    It's pretty open.

    "Why, I can't talk to Yourong, my own tablemate?" Xia Zhiye didn't think anything was wrong, and patted Zhou Ziqiu on the shoulder confidently, "Okay, Don't think about it, help me send Song Yan to our class."

    "How about you?"

    "Did you not see Liu Deqing looking for someone in a hurry?"

    “What did he ask you to speak again this time?”

    "Not important."

    Xia Zhiye slowly took out a Communist Youth League emblem from a corner and pinned it to his chest: "Anyway, remember to applaud for me later."

    Song Yan hadn't figured out why Liu Deqing asked Xia Zhiye to give a speech at the flag-raising ceremony, but Shang Huai had already sounded the tenth-level alarm: "Xia Zhiye, are you **** taking the opportunity to make trouble again? "

    "How come." Xia Zhiye faced the rising sun, squinting and smiling, "I am such an upright young man, how can I make trouble?"

    At most it is to help their family Song Daxi get justice.

    ·

     Ruan Tian was very moved by the fact that Song Yan dragged her half-broken leg to participate in the flag-raising ceremony.

    Out of humanistic concern, someone moved him a chair to sit at the back of the line.

    Two long legs and one, the ancestor's face was paralyzed.

    The leaders of the Education Bureau did not dare to go to the countryside to inspect in such a grand manner.

    Liu Yue, who was at the end of the team, was very angry.

    How can this person act so forceful? And after so many times to force it, it didn't roll over.

    It's just **** his uncle.

    Liu Yue cursed in his heart, but did not remember that the one who was giving the opening speech on the rostrum was his uncle.

     Long talk, empty talk, endless.

     Ruan Tian yawned from boredom, and couldn't help but start chatting with Song Yan beside him.

    "It's such a pity for you this time. Without that Oolong, I would have hoped to be in the top ten of the five schools."

    "It's fine, as long as it doesn't lower the average grade in the class."

     "That's not true, our class averaged 565 this time, you just pressed the line, and you didn't delay the class at all."

    Liu Yue, who happened to get 564 points in the test and accidentally dragged her back: "..."

    This is **** playing him.

    Ruan Tian didn't realize that he had pierced a fragile young boy's heart unintentionally, but patted Song Yan's shoulder distressedly: "I've wronged you."

    Song Yan said calmly: "It's okay."

    Ruan Tian: "Huh?"

    Song Yan: "Director Liu said he would criticize the person responsible for the accident at the flag-raising ceremony."

    As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Deqing just finished his impassioned opening speech. After ending with the sentence "The representative of the second-year high school students will come to the stage to give a speech under the national flag", he handed the microphone to the host. Boldly, he stepped off the stage.

    There is no intention to make a public criticism at all.

    Everything is quiet for a while.

     Those who stood nearby and heard the conversation between the two looked sideways at Liu Yue, their eyes strange and contemptuous, mixed with a bit of sympathy for Song Yan - what an honest child, how can you So deceived by those in power who practice favoritism and fraud?

    But not much more.

    After all, he would rather be watched by so many people than really be criticized by the whole school.

    You can only pretend that you haven't heard or seen anything, and look at the bright and bright five-star red flag ahead without squinting.

      Grabbing the pole microphone, he lazily said "hello" a few times, and the slouchy, low voice came out from the broadcast.

    "Good morning, teachers and classmates, I'm Xia Zhiye from the first class of the sophomore year. The theme of the speech I bring to you today is my roommate."

    His deskmate: "?"

    The slanted front table of his tablemate: "??"

    "What is Xia Zhiye doing? The topic of his speech is the new climate of the new semester. What is he going to do?" Ruan Tian was worried and anxious, and walked towards the edge of the rostrum with a small high heel. Liu Deqing, who was about to fry his hair on the spot, ran over.

    Xia Zhiye continued unhurriedly amid Liu Deqing's incompetent fury.

    "My classmate Song Yan is a good student with excellent character and study. He is not only handsome, kind-hearted, but also very strong."

    “On the first day he transferred to No. 3 Middle School, he was seriously injured because he saw the injustice and helped him. On the second day, he was criticized for generously donating money for his classmates who had difficulties in their families.”

    "So far, I have been caught in the whirlpool of public opinion, and I have suffered huge physical and mental trauma."

    Under the stage, Song Yan, who was physically and mentally traumatized, covered her face and felt that it was better to die.

    Liu Yue finally showed a smile, although he didn't know what kind of madness Xia Zhiye was, but as long as Song Yan was not happy, he was happy.

    "However."

    Xia Zhiye changed his words.

    "Song Yan is still actively preparing for the examination in this environment. Although he was canceled for a Chinese grade due to the mistakes of the sports committee of the same class, he should be sad and angry and complaining about the injustice. He still maintains In the beginning, he was not arrogant or impetuous, and finally achieved a good score of 565 points in this exam with an excellent attitude, far ahead of Liu Yue, the representative of outstanding student cadres in my class, by a full 1 point."

    Fuck.

    Liu Yue's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

    The audience suddenly boiled.

    The entire high school basically heard about the bet between Liu Yue and Song Yan, and also knew that Song Yan lost a Chinese score because of being reported by Liu Yue for cheating. The negative has been decided, I didn't expect the result to be so **** exciting.

    The excitement of reporting to the whole school under the witness of the five-star red flag is simply awesome!

    "Isn't this a bit more powerful than a blogger?"

     "Damn, he looks handsome and rich, but he's a scholar. When Nuwa made him, let's hang up."

    "Has Song Yan cheated?"

    "Nonsense, this kind of grade brain is eaten by a dog before cheating."

    "No wonder Liu Deqing let him go so easily. Is it a false report from Liu Yue?"

    "But I heard that I actually found a cheat sheet. What's the matter?"

    "Have you never heard that the first whistleblower is often the murderer himself?"

    "Hey... what is Liu Yue doing?"

    The smile that Liu Yue showed just now has completely turned into a bit of shame and anger, and he can't wait to dig a crack in the ground and get in.

    Xia Zhiye on the podium was not finished yet.

    It seems that he has no intention of creating a commotion in the audience, and those commotion discussions have nothing to do with him at all.

    Just continue to speak in an unhurried and serious tone:

    "Song Yan's excellent learning level and learning spirit have imprinted on my generation, and have been inspired. I have to be determined to work hard and strive to improve."

    "However, as far as I know, the first place in the joint examination of the five schools, except for the Chinese score, is only comparable to that of Song Yan, so because of the lack of order in our school's examination room and The lack of the most basic trust among classmates has caused such outstanding students of our school to miss a great opportunity to win glory for the school.

    "For such a bad phenomenon, I think our amiable, respectable, just and strict Director Liu should have something to say."

    After finishing speaking, she tilted her head to look beside the rostrum.

    All eyes are focused.

    Liu Deqing, who was angrily with Ruan Tian, ​​who was defending the students, was pulling her head and froze: "…"

    Being embarrassed for a while, he reacted and immediately slapped his forehead: "Ah, yes, yes, yes! I almost forgot Xia Zhiye unless you say it, I'm really old."

    After speaking, she walked up to the rostrum, took the microphone, and said sternly: "Because of the negligence and misunderstanding of Liu Yue's classmates in the second and first class of senior high school, some students' grades in this exam were missing. I strongly condemn and criticize this! And here is a serious clarification, all the results of this test are true and valid! In the future, the school's monitoring facilities will be strengthened to resolutely prevent such things from happening again!"

    The whole playground was completely blown up.

      It's been so long, it's really embarrassing.

    And if there is no problem with the language score, they may be the first in the joint entrance examination of the five schools.

    First!

    How hard it is for the third middle school to be the first!

    The chance to raise your eyebrows in front of the Fifth Middle School and the Eleventh Middle School is gone!

    Thinking of this, not only the students, but also some teachers feel that Song Yan is really a pity, and they are even more dissatisfied with the culprit, Liu Yue.

    Words are overwhelming.

    Liu Yue's mentality exploded, he turned around and wanted to leave.

    Song Yan, who bowed his head and pretended to be dead because he thought Xia Zhiye was too embarrassing, suddenly said, "Wait."

    Liu Yue: "?"

    Song Yan raised her head: "Whoever lowers the score will have a grandson. You said it."

    Liu Yue: "…"

    Fuck.

    "What, can't afford to lose?"

    Song Yan sat up straight and leaned back in the chair.

    The tone was not ups and downs, just like an extremely calm rhetorical question, not aggressive, and the volume was not loud, just enough to be heard clearly by the students in the back row of two or three classes nearby.

    The raging **** of the melon eaters has almost cooked Liu Yue.

    There are people who watch the fun and don't think it's a big deal to take the opportunity to make fun.

     "Brother Yue, isn't it, I made a bet, I don't recognize it?"

    "Don't be like this, man, man, dare to do it."

      Not not shouting nor not.

    After holding back for a long time, she said, "Isn't it just scolding to shout here now? Do you think you can get rid of it?"

    "Relax."

    Song Yan took out her phone, tapped her fingertips a few times, and two familiar voices came out.

    —But I made a bet with Liu Yue about this exam. Maybe some jokes will go too far. I hope Director Liu will not blame Liu Yue.

    —what's this? The teacher is not an old fashioned person, how can you scold you for this kind of thing? Don't worry, it's time to play, just don't disturb the study in class.

    Clear, clear.

    Those around who heard the recording bowed in adoration.

    Liu Yue's face turned red, green and then white.

    Song Yan: Be louder. "

    Liu Yueren: "I am the grandson."

    Song Yan: "Be louder."

    Liu Yue couldn't bear it any longer: "I am the grandson!

    …

    Deafening.

    The society died on the spot.

    The teachers in other classes who were pretending to be deaf and mute couldn't help but turn their heads and looked down, and pressed their hands down, indicating to keep a low profile, otherwise they would be lost.

    Liu Yue realized that he was too high, the volume was out of control, the blood rushed to the dark skin, and it grew into a ripe pig liver. Tired.

    However, she couldn't say anything or do anything, she just kicked a stone and left angrily.

    The melon eaters who still wanted to discuss were also reprimanded and stopped by the teachers in each class, leaving only a few whispers.

    Song Yan was not interested in listening, but leaned against the back of the chair and looked up along the gap in the team.

    I happened to see Xia Zhiye standing under the rostrum.

    Liu Deqing was surrounding him and saying something red-faced, looking very noisy, but Xia Zhiye just stood there lazily, the whole person was big-faced, arrogant and careless.

    Song Yan never thought he would do such a thing.

    Never expected to end up with this effect.

    After all, this matter has been going on for so long, neither Qin Qing nor Song Minghai have ever made a phone call to ask a question, making it clear that he is fighting alone and can make Liu Yue lose ugly Some are already pretty good.

    But I didn't expect someone to go crazy, and they had to get Liu Deqing's ugly share back for him.

    The sun is slowly rising behind the man.

    Song Yan suddenly felt much better.

    This was the time when one of the few people in his more than ten years of life stood up for him.

    In this way, it is not a loss for him to be a gang, at least he has a good tablemate.

    I was thinking that the flag-raising ceremony has reached the awarding stage.

    The host said: "Let's congratulate the winner of this Progress Award, the classmates of the second and first class, who came forward to receive the Lifu Scholarship of 1,000 yuan!"

    Song Yan tutted softly.

    Little Fatty turned around and said, "What's the matter, bro?"

    Song Yan said casually: "It's nothing, I just think it's a pity that Xia Zhiye didn't get the Progress Award."

    Little Fatty immediately frowned: "Brother Yan, what did you say?"

    Song Yan didn't understand: "What?"

    "If you kill Master Xia, he won't be able to get the Progress Award."

    "How?"

    "This **** is the first in every exam, where's the room for improvement."

    "?"

    "If you don't believe me, listen."

    The host on the stage was impassioned: "Let's congratulate Xia Zhiye again in the second and first class of senior high school for winning the first place in this exam and defending the champion!"

    “…”

    There was thunderous applause and cheers.

    Song Yan only thought they were noisy.

    Because the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, and he is remembering his soon-to-be-dead tablemate in advance.