She was about to walk over and wake Zhou Jian up, but as soon as she stood up, Zhou Jian got up and started writing.
Only then did Zuo Rongrong sit back angrily, "Even if you don't know anything about it, it's all subjective questions. Even if you don't understand it at all, it's still easy to make up random answers on the short answer questions." The teacher would give some sympathy points.
But then, something happened that Zuo Rongrong couldn't understand. Zhou Jian's head was lowered and lowered, and he was lying on the table again...
But after lying down for a while, the guy raised his head and wrote a few words lazily, and then lay down on the table again. At first, the time interval between switching was a little longer, and later it switched almost every few seconds. Zuo Rongrong watched
I was stunned, does this guy have ADHD?
However, they did not violate the rules of the examination room. No one stipulated that they could not lie on the table. Seeing the teacher in the secretarial class next door, he also looked away from the beautiful classmate and looked at Zhou Jianchen with wide eyes, looking like a mental patient.
"Zuo Rongrong's face was a little confused.
"Teacher Zuo, does that student in your class have epilepsy? Do you want to call the school doctor?"
Zuo Rongrong glared at the teacher fiercely, saying that she really didn't like this guy from the secretarial class, so she didn't bother to make excuses with him.
She stood up and walked to Zhou Jian's side a little unhappy, knocked on his desk, and lowered her voice, "What are you doing?" "Well, my neck has been hurting recently. It feels uncomfortable after sitting for a long time, so I have to lie down for a while."
Jian pretended to rub his neck.
After he said this, "there was a pleasant chuckle next to him." Zhou Jian turned around and saw that it was Yang Yang. Because Yang Yang's student number was eight different from Zhou Jian's, and they happened to be in the same row of desks, so every exam
Yang Yang was sitting next to Zhou Jian.
Realizing that he had accidentally laughed out loud, Yang Yang hurriedly covered his mouth, stuck out his tongue at Zhou Jian and Teacher Zuo, and then continued to answer the questions.
"Everyone is laughing at you." Hurry up and answer the questions, just like Xiaozui. How is that appropriate? "Uh... I just have a sore neck. How about I lie down and answer the questions?"
"You lie down. Really, you must have played too many games. Why does your neck hurt at a young age?"
The bell rang at the end of the exam. "It wasn't until the last moment that Zhou Jian finished answering all the questions, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt dizzy and dizzy because of the frequent switching of consciousness. Answering the exam questions on literature and history was really tiring." Because there was no
The question bank is all subjective, but English is much easier." As long as you find the question, you can answer it in one go.
After the exam, the students were all complaining. It was probably because the exam questions were too difficult and Old Man Liang was too perverted. Many of the questions had nothing to do with literature and history, but they were just complaints. The simple questions in front of them were enough.
They scored over 70 points.
Zhou Jian rubbed his sore head and stood up. At this time, he found that Yang Yang was still looking at him and smiled. He subconsciously rubbed his face, "What are you happy about?"
"No, I just thought your movements during the exam... were so cute. I wish you good luck and pass." Yang Yang said and turned his head, "Yanmin, let's go eat."
"Yeah, okay." Liang Yanmin responded.
"Cute?" Zhou Jian was extremely speechless. "She was actually called cute by a little girl of the same age. She thought she was so mature."
Shaking his head and not bothering to pay attention, Zhou Jian prepared to go back to West Lake Garden.
At this time, the mule's voice came: "Hey, animals, let's go have a meal to celebrate that you hung up another red light."
"You are the only one who hangs up the red light. Your whole family hangs up the red light, as well as the mule classmate. How many times have I told you that everyone knows that you are lonely in this world as a Perissodactyl animal, but don't think so.
How about treating others as your kind?" Zhou Jian naturally would not let go of the opportunity to retaliate against the mule.
"Damn! This nickname is just for you, the beast." "But it has spread, which proves that the nickname is very appropriate."
"To hell with it, are you going to eat or not?"
"No, I have something to do later." Zhou Jian can be said to be a hidden man in a golden house now. There is still one person in the hotel.
"What have you been busy with these days? You act like a national leader." Xiaoyin said this.
"I'm busy reviewing for the exam," Zhou Jian said.
"Pull it down.
"The mule curled his lips, "You are about to leave, I will..."
"What do you want?" Zhou Jian asked.
"Uh..." Mule Zi suddenly remembered the bet he made with Zhou Jian more than a week ago. Zhou Jian insisted that once he got Q points, the loser would have to help the other party wash clothes and do homework for a semester.
This bet is too damn heavy. "Yeah, I'm scared of you."
But Xiaoyin became interested, "Whatever you want to bet on, I'll bet on it."
After hearing what Xiaoyin said, Mule immediately began to encourage him, "Okay, Bu Yin is so good. I made a bet with him at that time. Whoever loses will copy the other's homework for a semester."
In fact, in high school, Mule suffered a lot from Zhou Jian. The two grew up together. Many times he thought he would win bets, but Zhou Jian somehow got involved, so although he
I feel like I won’t lose this bet no matter what, but I still don’t dare to argue with Zhou Jian.” Now that I see Xiaoyin willing to come forward, I’m naturally happy.
"Okay, okay, let's bet on this. If you pass English and Literature and History, I will help you copy a semester's homework, and I will answer it for you as long as it is a public class. If you lose, I will copy a semester's homework for you.
I don’t need your help to answer the homework, I will go to class by myself, how about it?”
Zhou Jian looked at the mule with a gloating smile on his face, and then looked at the little boy with an almost sympathetic look.
"Dip, this kid has his gun pointed in the sky." He's going to send his head up.
"What, you're scared?" Xiaoyin began to use the jig method.
"Okay, it's settled."
Seeing that Zhou Jian was so sure, Xiaoyin felt a little unsure, "You can keep your word."
"count."
The next day, Zhou Jian used the same method to take the liberal arts computer test. With the school's question bank, he could answer the liberal arts computer questions easily. Zhou Jian even asked the computer expert to give the answers to some programming questions to the program.
Simplified a bit, you must know that it is not difficult to write a program that can successfully achieve the goal. The difficulty is to write an optimal and simple program.
In the blink of an eye, it was Thursday. Today was a day off. Zhou Jian called Li and he was going to go out and look at the house.
For two days, Li stayed quietly in Xihuyuan, practicing his spiritual power during the day and waiting for Zhou Jian to come back at night.
"Li, change your clothes and come with me today." Zhou Jian opened the door and stuck his head out and said.
Because the last set of clothes didn't fit him, Zhou Jian bought another skirt for Li. In the plane of gods and demons where people could fight at any time and anywhere, there was no such thing as a skirt because its long hem was really not suitable for killing.
Putting on the knee-length pleated skirt, Luolu's fair little tui was made even more slender. A few minutes later, Zhou Jian stretched out his head again. When he saw Li's tui, he was slightly startled and said with a wry smile:
"You have to wear long cotton socks, it's winter."
"It's not cold." This coldness was nothing to Li.
"You have to wear clothes even if it's not cold," otherwise people will laugh at you."
"oh."
So Li took out the stockings he had folded on his bed, lifted up his skirt and put them on.
The slender and beautiful legs are put on stockings little by little. This scene is naturally the ultimate.
Given the relationship between the two of them, there is no need to avoid this situation.
"Let's go."
"Um."
When Zhou Jian and Li Da were going to look at the house, the results of the English test finally came down. University test scores are usually released one by one. Students can log in to the school website with their student IDs and check what it feels like to check their scores.
But it was uncomfortable. Even Liang Yanmin, who was good at studying, became nervous at this time. She silently prayed in her heart, "Seventy-five" Seventy-five, it must be above seventy-five..." First wait
The scholarship requires scores of 75 or above in all subjects throughout the academic year." This article puts 99%
students are stuck, so one class may not be able to award a first-class scholarship every year.
After entering her student ID number and seeing her results, Liang Yanmin breathed a sigh of relief, "78 points, that's so dangerous."
"What's the score?" Yang Yang asked. "She and Liang Yanmin are in the same dormitory.
"78, thank God."
"78? Oh my god, you can do 78 on such a difficult question. Are you a human? I'm only 65."
"Haha, luckily, there is hope for a first-class scholarship."
"Let's check with Xiao Hong. What is the last number of his school number?"
"It should be 0 Lingnan University. Students in the same class only have different student ID numbers." As for the password, it is the same for everyone. "They are all six ones."
Yang Yang entered his student ID and password, "1 red 62, it's a close call, but it's passed."
"Class A is really a scam. If I had known I would never have entered Class A." Liang Yanmin complained.
"Check Rongrong, her last number is 16."
Yang Yang smiled and entered Xiaohong's student ID number and password, "Zurong 65 has passed. Who else is in our class Q?"
"Well……,
..., where is Zhou Jian."
"He? That's fine. Let's see how many points he gets. I don't think Mr. Bai will go too far. Generally speaking, he will give a score of more than 50, which at least is not ugly." "His last number seems to be 8 different from mine.
One, Yang should be muttering to himself, inputting the numbers bit by bit.
"Hmm... let me see." After pressing Enter, the transcript came out. After seeing the numbers in the score column, Yang Yang suddenly froze, and there he filled in..., 98.
She read it several times to make sure she saw it correctly. Her mouth opened slightly, so surprised that she couldn't say a word.
That "Power Rangers" who usually does nothing but play games and doesn't go to class, never participates in activities, or holds class meetings, actually scored 98 points???
