"What do you think I'm doing?" Jiang Nian felt guilty.

No, I feel so guilty.

My brother has a clear conscience.

It’s just normal for classmates to help each other. Chen Yunyun and I just handed in coupons and homework.

The more I talk, the more convoluted it becomes.

Zhang Ningzhi did not answer immediately, but paused for a few seconds, lowered his eyes slightly, and then whispered after a while, "Did you copy someone else's homework?"

"Ah?" Jiang Nian was confused.

Is the only direction for copying homework? Baby, we are just friends.

"That's not what I meant, it's just that you made an appointment with me to copy my homework." Zhang Ningzhi seemed to have noticed the strangeness in his tone, and quickly patched it up in a low voice.

"You suddenly copied other people's homework, making it seem like my homework has a high error rate."

"Ah, you misunderstood." Jiang Nian pointed to a pile of books and explained, "I didn't copy them, they copied the answers for me and just helped each other."

"Them?" Zhang Ningzhi discovered a blind spot.

"Haha." Jiang Nian made Xiao Huangdou sweat, and stood up directly and said, "Ma Guojun is here. I will ask him about Li Hua's whereabouts and see where he is buried."

As soon as I stood up, the corner of my clothes was pulled.

"You really think my homework is not good and you don't want to copy it." The girl's voice was a little sad, as if her hard work was wasted, "I wrote it for two days."

Jiang Nian had no choice but to sit down and explain the whole story. After learning that he was not dissatisfied with her poor homework, the little girl felt better.

"Oh, I thought." Zhang Ningzhi felt a little embarrassed.

Jiang Nian thought it would be better to break something in order to avoid misunderstandings again in the future. Zhang Ningzhi seemed to be looking forward to others' recognition, um, to avoid affecting her.

"I like to copy your homework, and before that I also copied other people's work. But your accuracy rate is the highest, um. Your handwriting is also very beautiful, but occasionally I will copy other people's work."

"Because you are my deskmate, and if you copy all the time, the teacher will find out. If you copy yours, and occasionally copy other people's, the teacher won't be able to tell."

"Oh." Zhang Ningzhi seemed to understand.

Jiang Nian breathed a sigh of relief and left his seat to look for Ma Guojun. The fat brother was looking for something when he entered the door. His eyes stayed on Jiang Nian for a moment and then asked.

"Brother Nian, is Li Hua here?"

"I'm not here, but I have an exam in the evening. He's sure." Jiang Nian muttered a few words and lowered his eyes. "You picked up this stick on the road? It's about the same as the one I had last time. Let me play with it."

"Okay." The fat brother was quite generous and handed the stick to Jiang Nian. At the same time, in order to show his cautious side, he warned, "Don't let Li Hua see it."

"It's ok, don't worry when I do things." Jiang Nian thought to himself that a good buddy's preference is sweeter than a girl's preference. You can play with me or not with Li Hua, that's great.

The number of people in the class gradually increased, and the sky outside the window gradually became darker. Some people went out with buckets to take out the garbage, and some people took water glasses to get water.

There is a water dispenser in the back row, which is filtered pure water. Of course it is not clean. The masters have the final say. If the students think it is tasteless and a bit sweet, then it is over. You have to swipe your card to fill the water, and it costs about 10 cents a bottle.

There is a water boiler at the end of the corridor on each floor. Students who want to drink water have to swipe another card. It costs about 30 cents to fill a thermos cup, which is quite expensive.

Lin Dong, Chen Yunyun, and Wang Yuhe's team are right next to the water dispenser.

Chen Yunyun was bored when she turned around and saw Jiang Nian playing with a stick, and said loudly.

"Hey, Jiang Nian, give me the little stick to play with."

In an instant, the classroom was still noisy, but many eyes were focused on Jiang Nian. Most of them were watching the excitement and moved away after a while.

Lin Dong looked up, a little confused, why did his team members rebel?

When did Chen Yunyun and Jiang Nian become so familiar? Is it possible that they also added friends to chat online? It's over. If Chen Yunyun does this, Tom Cheng will be broken.

Wang Yuhe buried his head, not daring to turn his head to look at his social-niu best friend. The ambiguity of Stick's words was too obvious, and he really wanted to pretend that he didn't know her.

In the first group, Luo Zhongping raised his head and glanced calmly in the direction of Chen Yunyun. He glanced at Jiang Nian, who was playing with a stick, and then continued to do his homework.

Is it cooked in one afternoon?

Zhang Ningzhi turned around, glanced at Jiang Nian and the branch in his hand, and then turned away silently.

It turns out that he got close to another girl.

No, Tom. Sun Zhicheng had just entered the classroom door. He didn't know why when he heard Chen Yunyun's words and searched for the keyword "Jiang Nian", the sky fell.

You must be sick, why are Jiang Nian everywhere!

Jiang Nian also thinks that Chen Yunyun is sick. How can a girl speak so harshly? What do you mean by a stick for you to play with? Brother, there is no such thing as a small stick.

After thinking about it, Jiang Nian simply followed suit and shouted loudly.

"Brother Ma, Chen Yunyun wants to play with your stick!"

"Wori?" Ma Guojun almost jumped up in embarrassment, turned his head a little red, and said to the two of them, "No, you are sick!"

"Hahaha." This time it was Jiang Nian's turn to laugh.

Chen Yunyun also realized the ambiguity in her words. She was a social cow but not a pervert. The girl was still thin-skinned, blushed, and buried her head in her seat silently.

As evening reading approaches, the classroom is brightly lit and bustling. The class has almost arrived, but Li Hua still hasn't come.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that Li Hua sneaked in through the front door. His eyes flickered and he entered the classroom door with his left foot. He felt something strange at first glance.

Before he could return to his seat, Ma Guojun and others dragged him out and brought sticks with him.

"Squad leader, let's go to the toilet!"

The late reading subject was biology, and Li Qingrong took the biology book to read in the evening. Hearing the sound, he just glanced at them, and then moved his eyes back to the page of the book. There was no wave in the ancient well.

After finishing the evening reading, the class cleared all the books on the table.

The representative of the Chinese class and the academic committee went to the office to get the papers and arranged for everyone to start from the door and go backward according to their student numbers. In a long snake formation, these are the exam seats.

"Everyone remember your position. The weekly tests will be arranged like this in the future." Tao Ran, the school committee member, said loudly, "Changing positions is not allowed. If you find out, your results will be cancelled."

The three people who were promoted inherited the student IDs of the three people who were demoted.

Zhang Ningzhi inherited the number 13, which sounds unlucky. But this is an ancient Chinese civilization, and there are no three Western villains to get involved, so only 4 is unlucky.

Others, no taboos

Jiang Nian inherited No. 28, and his position was fixed in the middle group. Yu Tongjie inherited No. 52, and could only huddle at the water dispenser in the back row to write test papers.

When changing positions, Jiang Nian turned his head and saw classmate No. 34 next to him.

"Monitor?"

"Yeah." Li Qingrong nodded.

The classroom was noisy, the air was a bit stuffy, and long incandescent lamps illuminated every corner of the classroom. Some people were answering messages on their mobile phones, and some were listening to music with headphones.

What's outrageous is that someone used pen refills to dig holes in the wall!

Wo Ri, Li Hua?

Send it here, kid, you will be fooled by Aruba.

Osaiban is like this, the management is loose.

Lao Liu said something like this in the class meeting. It probably means that the reason why the school implements divided teaching is because the expectations for classes at each level are different.

The expectation for key classes is to prevent them from doing bad things and to have an impact on junior colleges.

The expectation for parallel classes is to try to get an undergraduate degree and take two courses.

For the Olympiad and above, the expectations are different. The double non-level one is a guarantee, the old one is average, and double first-rate is called the goal. Heavy base is called sprint.

Popular majors in popular universities are called ideals, and Qingbei is called dreams.

Lao Liu has always been deceiving like this, but in fact, according to the data from previous years, there are not many Olympiad students who can get into double first-class universities, about one third.

Most people are good at taking two exams, and occasionally there are a few unlucky ones who take two exams.

Jiang Nian knew this and heard it in the office while Lao Liu was chatting with other class teachers.

But the rest of the class didn't know.

The senior year of high school was stressful, and Lao Liu deliberately built up a sense of pride for them. It seemed that after entering this class, he was different from other students, and his goal was directly towards Qingbei.

Children who are seventeen or eighteen years old love to show off, but I have never seen Liu’s methods like this.

The senior year of high school is very stressful, and Class 403 is even more high-pressure. Lao Liu really used his brains for the bonus. While building a sense of pride, he also engaged in performance theory.

Give some privileges to those who have good grades, and give them to those who are obsessed with five things and three things, and study hard.

This has also led to a very special phenomenon in Class 403. First, the overall score is first in the Olympiad class. Second, they love to show off, and every top student has a bit of personality.

Those who listen to music, those who pretend to be deep, those who are niche, those who tell dirty jokes, those who are abstract, those who have bad mouths, those who are from Nantong, those who are aloof, those who fall in love, those who lick dogs, and those who fish.

I can only say that it is the tip of the iceberg. Everyone in the class is an immortal, and the eight immortals cross the sea and show their magical powers.

Lao Liu, you are playing well!

Night self-study is ringing, and the weekly Chinese language test has begun.

It had been two hours since Jiang Nian raised his head again. Stopping writing didn't mean it was over, but it meant he was unwilling to write more. The composition had 800 words, and he stopped when he crossed that line.

I did it vaguely and felt nothing.
To be continued...