Before I had time to feel even the slightest bit sad, Thirty had finished reading again.
Still no my name!
My legs trembled, and I almost couldn't help but go up and take a look. Was it printed wrong? Was it pronounced wrong? Was that classmate kidding me?
My mind went blank, and one familiar name after another gradually passed through my ears. The nerds I once looked down on all ranked higher than myself!
What are you doing? Even if you don’t do well in science, you should still be able to gain a foothold in liberal arts.[
Is the teacher deliberately trying to mistreat me because I don’t study in the evening every day?
I gasped for breath, and a sense of failure that I had never experienced gradually filled my heart.
After reading the forty names, my name is still not there.
There are only fifty students in the class.
In other words, I can only be one of the students in the bottom ten.
reciprocal?
These two words have never stuck in my head!
"Hey, the rest of the students are counting down. I won't read it anymore. If you want to see it, you can watch it by yourself." The classmate laughed playfully and was about to leave the stage.
"Finish reading." I said coldly.
The class was noisy and my voice was not loud, but after I spoke, it gradually became quiet.
"Ah?" The classmate on the stage was a little confused.
"Finish reading." I said again.
"Oh, oh." The classmate responded hurriedly, knowing that he couldn't offend me.
It is said that I have also become one of the most annoying people in No. 1 Middle School.
The names continued, and the rest of the students were basically students who "paid" to be placed here.
They spend all day chatting and playing cards in the last few rows of the class, and even the teacher doesn't bother to care.
And my name is still behind them!
"Zhou Ming, No. 45." The classmate did not stop for a moment and continued to read. It was not until he finished reading the last one that he put the ranking list back on the desk and gently stepped down from the stage.
Because of my cold "finish", the atmosphere in the class was a bit weird. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to speak. A few bold students secretly glanced at me, trying to find out what happened.
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They had no idea what was going on, and they thought it was normal, because I was just a gangster, and there was no essential difference between me and the trash students behind me who fought all day long.