Quitting My Studies, ‘coz I Want to Date!

"Everyone should study hard and make progress every day." Yao Yi stopped.

Han Jiaojiao stood underneath and raised his head, waiting for Yao Yi to speak like everyone else.

"This is the end of my speech, thank you everyone." Yao bowed.

"..." The entire playground was quiet, and after a while, there was a round of applause and warm applause from the southwest. Then everyone in the playground began to applaud.

Everyone was uncomfortable after standing for so long. It was originally expected that he would have to listen to the student representative's speech for more than ten minutes, but Yao resolved it in one or two minutes. Some students have jumped up.

The teacher did not move on the rostrum for a long time, and finally the principal returned to the stage to signal Yao Yi to step aside. Then he picked up the microphone and said: "It seems that Yao Yi can't bear to watch everyone stand for too long, so let's do it, that's it for today, disband!"

The teacher underneath began to take the students from his class to exit in an orderly manner.

Yao Yi walked with the grade director. The two of them walked towards the teaching building. The grade director was not angry. He just asked, "Isn't it for you to go online to find a model essay?"

"Bring the wrong paper." Yao Yi pinched the crumpled piece of paper, regretting not having it in his heart.

It is estimated that she will never be able to correct this problem. Once she is addicted to mathematics, her whole person is several times more confused than usual.

"It's all right, there will be opportunities in the future." The grade director is still very confident in Yao Yi's results.

The school officially started, and the first class was Lao Han's math class.

Han Jiaojiao didn't know where he got the art scissors, and cut his nails one at a time, making Li Ge next to him startled.

"The people in Class 15 are saying that your speech today is so cool." Zhao Qian smiled, clutching his stomach, "it was the shortest student representative in the history of No. 1 High School."

"One by one, show me your speech." Han Jiaojiao put down the scissors and said with interest.

"Oh." Yao threw the crumpled ball of paper on the table.

"It's really just that!" Li Ge leaned over and looked admiringly.

"Did you not finish this?" Han Jiaojiao remembers that Yao Yi still said, ‘study hard and make progress every day. ’

Yao nodded and shook his head again: "I ordered a copy from the Internet, but I got it wrong this morning."

As soon as Old Han walked in, the classroom quieted down instantly. Although he has been smiling all the time, the head teacher is so dignified that the students dare not make any mistakes.

The first class is the first page of the new book. The course will not be too difficult. In addition, the grades of the second class are basically top-notch among the freshmen in the first year of high school, and there is still a habit of previewing.

Listening to Lao Han's lecture, Yao Yi started to turn over the first page of the book, but she didn't write her name.

She had finished studying mathematics by herself in high school a long time ago, so she went to the garbage collection station to find the books. Basically, I have finished the other courses, but I didn’t continue to study as much as I did in mathematics.

Yao had thought about it early in the morning, and he would enter the Department of Mathematics in the university.

Because he finished learning early, Yao Yi was not interested in reading the high school math book. This is like asking a high school student to look through a math book in the first grade of elementary school, and you can see the answer at a glance. Who is interested?

But you still have to listen to the lectures, not to mention anything else, Lao Han's lectures are still quite fun, and he loves to expand everyone's thinking.

Compared with the joy and peace of the first class in the second class, the atmosphere in the first class is not good enough.

There are two representatives of face value in the first class, namely Fu Chuan and Yu Qingying. There are always people who look at them from time to time and don't pay attention to them in class.

Originally a class teacher Zhou Hui learned from the first day of school that the provincial champion was not in her class, so she was in a bad mood.

The First Middle School has always had a tradition. When the lower semester is divided into liberal arts and sciences, their original parallel classes are to be removed and combined into the only zero class.

The best teachers teach the best students.

The class teacher of the zero class is the teacher who taught the first grade. According to Zhou Hui, the class teacher of the first class, the provincial champions have all gone to Han Hongwen's class. Then the teacher in charge of his zero class is not a sure thing?

If Zhou Hui didn't have such a lot of pressure before, what would a top pick represent? There is still a year left, who knows if the first one will change hands.

But Yao Yi's "record" is too brilliant. Since her enrollment record has never fallen to second place, who can deny that she will not continue to win the next three years.

Besides, Zhou Hui had seen the child once, and her eyes were clean and thorough, and it seemed that nothing could disturb her.

"It's not good to listen carefully to the first class. What do you want to do?" Zhou Hui said angrily, patted the table.

The bottom is very quiet.

"Your grades in the second class are about the same, but I believe that within half a year, you will definitely lose a lot of them!" Zhou Hui breathed, "Do you know why? Because you don't have a heart to learn! "

"Do you know what Xiangxue's heart is?" Zhou Hui stood on the podium, clattering. "In order to save time for study, Yao Yi, the second class next door, hid the test paper in his pants! This is a real Xiangxue. The heart of learning!"

Because of the heat, the students in every class by the window opened the windows, and the first and second classes were no exception. So at this moment, Lao Han turned to write on the blackboard, and the anger of a class teacher came through clearly.

"Yao Yi...hidden in his pants. Crotch..."

The people in Class 2 were stunned, and then they all laughed.

Of course, Old Han heard it too. He smiled silently at the blackboard for a while before turning around: "Okay, okay, students are not worth learning. The instructor's order is still to be listened to, learning and learning Time. Right, Yao Yi?"

Unexpectedly, Yao Yi nodded his head with a guilty conscience.

Obviously, the laughter of the second class next door was also clearly transmitted to the first class. Zhou Hui, who was reprimanding, stagnated, changed the subject without a trace, and resumed class.

Fu Chuan raised his head and looked at the glass window, thinking of the tragic situation of someone being caught, he was inexplicably happy, and even the shabby classroom was pleasing to the eye a lot.

As teachers of various subjects took turns taking turns, class representatives gradually emerged.

In the English class the next day, Han Jiaojiao was called by the English teacher: "Lesson 7 of the text, read it."

Before the first lesson, I moved to the seventh lesson. No one in the second class could guess what the English teacher was thinking.

Han Jiaojiao obediently turned to Lesson 7 and began to read.

The tone of voice is fairly standard and full of emotion.

"Well, not bad." The English teacher nodded after listening, "You are the representative of the English class."

Han Jiaojiao was forced to sit down with a dazed expression, suspecting that someone was making trouble.

"I heard that you can sing well in English. Now it seems that you should learn English well." The English teacher said in a round tone. The class representative nurtures your poor pronunciation."

"What the **** is the poor pronunciation?" Zhao Qian sat in the last row and muttered, resolutely not admitting that he had a poor pronunciation.

"Come and read Lesson 7." The English teacher looked at the textbook without raising his head, "Student Zhao Qian."

Yao Yi took a look. The seventh lesson article is not difficult, mainly because it is difficult to pronounce, with various long and short sounds.

Zhao Qian was shocked and wished to swallow the words just now.

You still have to read it, no matter how bad it is, you have to finish it.

Ten minutes later, the English teacher looked up: "This is the poor pronunciation."

The classmates who heard Zhao Qian's muttering laughed together.

"Class representative, you remember to pay attention to this classmate Zhao Qian, don't let him hold back our second class." The English teacher ordered.

After class, Han Jiaojiao turned his head and said, "Zhao Qian, how many scores did you score in the English test for the senior high school entrance examination?" This pronunciation is so pitiful that it sounds good.

"..." Zhao Qian was silent for a while and gestured.

"Seventy? Didn't pass!" Li Ge was shocked. "You can also enter the second class. How many points do you get in other subjects?"

"Full score in physics and chemistry, five points in mathematics." Zhao Qian shrugged his shoulders. His English was so poor that he did not enter the province's top 100 rankings.

Listening to Yao Yi next to him, he felt so empathetic when he saw his deskmate.

…

After a week, most of the people in the class got acquainted. Some people who have received much attention have also begun to be dug up with various information to show the public.

Such as Yu Qingying, such as Fu Chuan.

Yu Qingying is a native of Yan City. There are many of her junior high school classmates or elementary school classmates in No. 1 Middle School, and a lot of information is exposed. Everyone in No. 1 Middle School now knows that not only do they look good, they also have good academic performance, but they also have money at home.

As for Fu Chuan, because he came from another place, everyone only knows that he lives on Fengyang Road.

Listening to Xiaopang talking about all kinds of gossip, Yao Yi fell into deep thought.

Isn't that bookstore on Fengyang Road? No wonder I ran into Fu Chuan last time, and it turned out that he lived there.

Rarely, Yao moved to think carefully.

"Is anyone in our class living on Fengyang Road?" Han Jiaojiao asked Yao Yi's voice.

Li Ge shook his head: "The houses over there are old buildings, and the place is off. The people who live there are either professors who have settled here before, or rich people who bought them at a big price. Most people live in the East City."

Although the No. 1 Middle School is a key middle school, it still can't stop everyone's youthful sprout. Fu Chuan frowned and rejected the sixth girl who rushed to confess this week.

Fu Chuan sneered in his heart when he saw him a few times and didn't know where the feelings came from. The face was still light and gentle, and he did not act rudely.

The girl looked at the red mole on the eyebrows of the opposite person, with a thin face, like a bodhisattva, compassionate and compassionate. The tip of his nose was sour, and he ran away with tears.

When Yao Yi probed in from the back door of a class, he recognized Fu Chuan at a glance.

The temperament and height are there, even though Yao Yi can't see her face, she can still recognize people smoothly.

Fu Chuan was sitting in the penultimate row against the wall. Yao Yi quietly walked through the class, walked behind Fu Chuan, and patted him on the shoulder.

Seeing that it was Yao Yi, Fu Chuan was stunned, but felt relieved: This person can never come to confess.

Yao Yi then verified his conjecture.