"Your Chinese score is 65?" Wang Xinyi exclaimed, attracting the attention of other early arrivals in the classroom.
"What are you calling?" Ling Chu pointed to the name on the test paper, "You see clearly, this is Ling Chuyang, Ling Chuyang! Not Ling Chu. Why are my handwriting so ugly?"
"Oh. I misread it!" Wang Xinyi smiled sheepishly, "But this word is not ugly, either. However, this score is too low. I guess I will get special "care" from "Black Peony"
Already."
But no, the Chinese scores of Class 5, since "Black Peony" became the Chinese teacher in the first semester of high school, ranked first in 15 classes, and the average score of the 120-point test paper has never been lower than 90 points, which is better than that of Black Peony's classmates
Class 6, every time the score was 5-6 points higher, which made Class 6's head teacher, handsome guy Zhang Da, always complain to the old class that the Chinese teacher "Black Peony" was partial.
The "Black Peony" responded unabashedly and feared that the world would not be in chaos: I just want to favor Class 5, I love the house and the bird, you don't accept it!
Lao Ban, on the other hand, pretended to be helpless: I can't do anything about what people want. Who can make us, Class 5, like everyone?
The students in Class 5 were naturally happy after hearing this, and their admiration for "Black Peony" and the class teacher was like the roar of a river.
When he went to get the test paper just now, Ling Chu was shocked when he saw the first test paper. The score sheet clearly said 105 points in Chinese, so why did it change to 65 points?
I hurriedly took off my glasses, touched my pocket, and found they were empty. Then I breathed a few breaths of heat into my glasses. Then I picked up the corner of my school uniform and wiped it. I squinted and saw that there was no dust anymore.
Then put it on.
After taking a closer look, my heart dropped: Ling Chuyang, 65 points!
It's Ling Chuyang again. Ling Chuyang, who made her write out the seating chart twice last night! A small fire suddenly jumped up.
When she looked up, she saw the Chinese teacher staring at her with her eyes wide open, a little stunned.
"I read the wrong list, I'll take the test paper away." Ling Chu hurriedly put on a smile, damn Ling Shaoyang!
"Okay." The Chinese teacher regained his usual smile, "Ling Chu, Ling Chuyang, from Class 4, you should help him more in the future."
"Okay, teacher." Ling Chu smiled and nodded. Then, he turned around and left holding the test paper.
Ling Chuyang! Who is Ling Chuyang? Lingchu rushed back to the classroom with a stack of test papers. Her image as a good girl in front of the Chinese teacher collapsed! She even helped him and helped him improve his Chinese. That’s why she was so evil.
La!
There were only a few people in the classroom.
He Shiling and Geng Xinyu, who were on duty in the cafeteria and Guo Wenwen's dormitory today, did not come. Only Wang Xinyi was sitting in her seat having fun, not knowing what she was looking at.
Ling Chu placed the test paper heavily on the podium and stared at the seating chart. The person in the last row, Ling Chu and Yang, by the back door, was actually not there! The seats were empty!!
"Have the test papers been distributed? Let me take a look." Wang Xinyi ran over, opened the test paper, and whispered. "You did worse than me, and your score was lower than the average!"
"Help me distribute the test papers." Ling Chu said to Wang Xinyi, who was turning over the test papers, "Stay the first one, Ling and Chu Yang."
"Okay." So, the two people clearly divided their responsibilities. Ling Chu reported his name to the seating chart, and Wang Xinyi went to deliver the test papers.
Let's help distribute them together. A few students who arrived early also joined in, and six or seven people were shuttled back and forth in the classroom.
"What's going on?" Tang Ji, who had just gone upstairs, saw Ling Chuyang standing at the back door of the classroom and did not go in.
Ling Chuyang's habit was to lean against the window glass in the corridor and look at the stairs between classes. Although he occasionally stood with him, he really didn't know what to see at the stairs. Instead of looking at the stairs, it was better to look at the stairs.
Look at the scenery outside the window and on the corridor.
That habit has not changed since before the winter vacation of the freshman year of high school. Since when did you change to standing at the back door of the classroom?
Ling Chuyang glanced at Tang Ji without saying anything, and motioned to Tang Ji to see for himself. Then, he walked toward the glass window in the corridor with his hands in his pockets, and naturally stood next to the window.
Tang Ji looked towards the classroom and saw several people shaking test papers flying in the classroom.
On the podium, stood a short-haired girl with round glasses and a round face, directing the dancing crowd, "Tan Lin, third row from the middle, second from the left." "Okay, we'll deliver it right away." "Xu Renming, back door.
The second to last row is against the wall." "Okay."...
"Oh, that's great." Tang Ji shook his head. The situation of handing out test papers to these five classes was different from them. Before, they all threw the test papers in front of the podium and went to get them themselves. They consciously finished them before class. Of course, there were also classmates or others at the same table.
It was picked up by a kind person.
"It's so exciting to hand out test papers. It's really a lot of experience."
I used to think that there was only one floor between me and the express class, but it turns out that there is more than just one floor between us.
Is this the case for Class 6? Tang Ji thought, and couldn't help but take a few steps back to Ling Chuyang's side, and looked towards the classroom of Class 6. Coincidentally, Class 6 was also handing out test papers, and there was a quiet girl.
, Oh, there are more than one, two, one of them is quietly handing out the test papers one by one in order, oh, there is also a boy who is also handing out the test papers, quietly handing out the test papers.
This is what girls should look like. Tang Ji thought to himself, and looked back. The person on the podium in his class couldn't help but shake his head. The sound was so loud that he could hear it through the wall.
The difference is far more than just one floor!
"Hey! It's done." Ling Chu and Wang Xinyi gave each other a high-five, and then looked at the other students who were taking their seats one after another, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone." "It's a no brainer." "No thanks." "That's right."
"Why are you so polite? Why am I wrong about this question? Can you explain it to me, class representative?" "Okay"
It's too exaggerated. Tang Ji shook his head and looked at Ling Chuyang. At some point, Ling Chuyang had turned his back and was looking out the window. Following his gaze, the crowd on the Central Avenue gradually increased.
There were several figures dancing on the basketball court in the playground. "Going to play a game in the afternoon?"
"Okay." Ling Chuyang responded without looking back, "Go and make an appointment with a few of them."
"Okay, I'll go find them." Tang Ji turned around and walked towards the stairs, preparing to go downstairs.
"Wait a minute." With a loud voice, a girl stopped in front of Tang Ji and took a closer look. Hey, it was the girl with a round face and round glasses, looking at him with a smile.
Tang Ji stopped and said nothing, looking at the girl with the same smile.
Is it possible that you want to strike up a conversation with him? He Tang Ji thinks he is not a super handsome guy, but he is also a talented boy, 1.78 meters tall, a sunny boy. Unlike Ling Chuyang, who wears long bangs and covers half of his eyes to pretend to be cool, all day long
He has a paralyzed face and occasionally smiles. It feels uglier than crying. The key is, I have never seen him cry, because crying is even uglier.
"Classmate, which class are you in?" "Class 5."
"Location." "Na" Tang Ji pointed to the last row against the wall by the back door.
"Which one?" "The one on the left in the last row." You are stupid. You have asked so clearly. No wonder you wear glasses, your eyesight is poor, and your understanding is also worrying. Tang Ji sighed and shook his head. What a gap.
.
"Oh, Tang Ji! Is that your deskmate?" After receiving Tang Ji's affirmative nod of approval, the girl waved her hand and said, "You can go, 88."
Ah? Okay. Tang Ji shook his head, smiled, and walked downstairs. Now he really understood what it means to stop and wave and leave. Oh no, the person the girl is looking for is Ling.
Chuyang.
He hurriedly stopped going upstairs and leaned on the stairs, watching how she struck up a conversation.