The exams in the morning were Mandarin and Mathematics. Both of these were not difficult for me. They could be done very simply, but I just didn’t know what would happen to Taocheng, which had poor math.
"Qianye!" Taocheng, who rushed out of the next classroom, shouted from afar, "You are so good at guessing questions! The questions you asked me to do and the questions you had today's exam seemed!" (ps:
Exams are about disrupting class tests.)
My face, which had always been calm, twitched a little. This was not a problem, but it was exactly the same, okay? It seems that there is no way to say it with this big eater.
"Qianye, how did you do in the exam?" Buer appeared in front of him at this time.
I nodded. Except for cheating in Japanese history, these were all written by me, so there shouldn't be much of a problem. "No matter what, I'll thank you for everyone." Bu Er spoke very seriously.
"No." I had a cold sweat on my back. I was forced by you. I got all the test papers for all the Tennis Department members, and then everyone did the questions seriously. So, this time, the Tennis Department's
The third grade can definitely easily go to Youth School for admission, and you will definitely be able to even get to the highest admission score of Lihai University.
Haha, Bu Er smiled very elegantly. I was so depressed. Why are you laughing? Always laughing is also a kind of facial paralysis.
"Hiss, Qianye is so awesome, he guessed the questions so successfully, and those questions look so familiar." Haitang walked out of another classroom, then recalled the questions very seriously, and then spoke.
Of course, it looks familiar, and it's all the same, okay? Of course I can't say this sentence, so I could only nod my head in a depressed way, and Bu Er naturally smiled even more happily.
"Yes, yes, I think those questions are easy to do. Chiyo even guessed the third grade questions so well?" Kikumaru also joined the confusion of discussing familiar questions.
"It's not bad, I will definitely do a good job this time." Kawamura did not hold a racket, so he spoke shyly.
Nonsense, if you still don’t do well in the exam like this, I will ask you all to drink Chinese medicine until you die.
Qian floated over with his notebook in his hand, "Why do you say that? The probability of this question being exactly the same as the one Qianye took out is... Um..." Buer and I rushed over quickly and snatched it away.
Qian's notebook, a person who covered Qian's mouth tightly, would never let Qian say that 100%.
Buer leaned against Qian's ears, not knowing what he said. Anyway, he only saw Qian's lenses constantly reflecting, and then his smile became more and more obscene.
"Okay!" Qian nodded, and then fell on me with a terrifying gaze. "The probability of this question being similar to the one we did is 89%, which can only show Qianye's ability to guess the question
It's 100% high-quality." After handing Qian's notebook to Qian, Qian began to keep mumbling, and his eyes still fell on me.
Buer had no choice but to spread his hands. It seemed that he had said everything. After all, Qian's mind was not comparable to these idiots. Fortunately, Qian didn't say it, otherwise I would be in trouble.
"Hey, Tezuka." Bu Er saw Tezuka slowly walking over with sharp eyes, and then spoke.
Ah, Tezuka nodded slightly, saying that he knew, "Everyone should do his best in the afternoon and tomorrow."
"hai!" Everyone answered involuntarily, and even I spoke subconsciously. It's over, it's over, now I can never escape the rule of Tezuka. It seems that high school is also a tragedy, since I was the first one.
I promised Tezuka to supervise the Youth League Tennis Department, and my tragic life began like this.
The afternoon was a physical, chemistry and English exam, which was really troublesome. It was both science and English, so I felt a little sleepy when I did it, but I finished it quickly, then threw the pen and started to sleep.
The invigilator is Buer's class teacher. Buer likes to look out the window all day long, but Buer has good grades, so the teacher has no choice but to turn a blind eye. This Qianye is the same, every time
I went to bed as soon as I started class, but the damn result was only slightly worse in Japanese history. (It just got worse.)
The rest are top-notch. With Tezuka and Fuji in the third grade, why does one like this come to the second grade? It's so bad that the teacher. The head teacher thought in tears.