Shi Sang became more and more angry the more he thought about it, so he turned into lemon essence.

He stood up from his seat, turned around, slapped the transcript on Xie Yan's bookshelf, and shouted: "Get up!"

"Xie Tiantian, get up and feed the chickens!"

"I can't afford to pay it back when it's noon?!"

"The chickens in Erye's manor are about to starve to death. Why don't you get up and feed them quickly? Don't live the life of a rich young master."

"..." Xie Yan didn't lift his eyelids, probably not hearing Shi Sang's pussy, but he just pressed a little impatient between his eyebrows, and threw a word to him in a heavy and hoarse voice, "Get out--"

This word fell down, and Shi Sang's painting style changed in a second, and he nodded and replied: "Oh, okay, brother."

The skin was just a little bit scared, and Shi Sang only dared to take advantage of Xie Yan's name to show off his power in the name of Lin Er.

If you have enough power, you have to stop when you see it, just to avoid getting beaten up.

...

The specific process of the final symposium has been arranged, hosted by several level department directors, led by the head teachers of each class, and all students in the second grade of high school participated.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the students entered the venue in order of grades, and the auditorium was filled with crowds of people.

The first person to appear was Lao Chen.

In addition to serving as the head teacher of Class 1, Lao Chen also shoulders the important position of director of the second grade department in high school. In addition, the class he leads is a key class among science students. In this symposium, he is naturally the key figure.

Old Chen happily stood in front of the microphone, speaking with a consistent and unrestrained voice: "The final exam has ended. When you come back this summer vacation, you will be a prospective college entrance examination candidate."

Picking up the manuscript in his hand, Old Chen cleared his throat and began to get to the point.

"Everyone should know the results of the final exam, right? We won't hold a parent-teacher meeting this time, and a final symposium. In this joint examination of the seven prestigious schools, our Ninth Middle School achieved a good overall score, ranking first among private schools in the same score. Among the top 100, our school has 16 people; if we have scored above 680, our school has 33 students, if we have scored above 700, our school has eight students."

After briefly introducing the results of the joint examination, Old Chen took out another report without hesitation.

"According to the score lines of previous years, the minimum admission scores of Jiangzhou University, Jianghai University, Jiangzhong University, and the three major universities are all above 680 points, and the promotion line of popular majors in the school is about 695 points, while the other famous schools - such as Jiangzhou Medical University, Jiangzhou Normal University, Jiangzhou University of Finance and Economics, etc., their admission scores of popular majors are also high..."

After the gentle and gentle old Chen finished speaking and stepped down, Director Qian immediately stepped forward.

The two of them had completely different styles. Director Qian stood in front of the microphone and roared at the classmates below and outputted: "When is it? There are still classmates who go to bed in class? I sleep in class, how can you sleep? I really admire these sleeping gods. Can you still sleep at your age?"
Chapter completed!