Chapter 47:

The fried rice cakes are really delicious. In terms of looking for inconspicuous but delicious food, Jiang Yan feels that Gu Fei's skills are full.
Crying, rogues playing ... Although I can't think about it, my stomach is full, and everything is bought. When I walk out of the rice cake shop, Jiang Yan takes a nap and feels a lot better. .
"Come on," Gu Fei looked at the time on the phone, "Do you want to read the book?"
"I don't read books, but I have to sleep," Jiang Yan said. "I didn't read two days before the exam. I mainly went to bed, no matter the big test or small test."
"Oh," said Gu Fei, "so am I, no matter I take the big test or the small test, I mainly sleep the previous year."
Jiang Yan didn't hold back a laugh, and the two laughed wildly. He almost laughed out his nose and quickly pulled out a paper towel and pressed his nose: "Fuck."
"Go back to bed early, don't get half sleepy tomorrow if you have a cold." Gu Fei said.
"No," Jiang Yan waved his hand, "I can write it with my eyes closed."
"Don't," Gu Fei said, "you don't understand what you write with your eyes open, write with your eyes closed ..."
"You shut up for Lao Tzu." Jiang Yan was happy again.
The two rode back to the rented house slowly in a car together. Gu Fei didn't go upstairs again and took things off the car to him.
"... I already know how to go." Jiang Yan said.
"Good night." Gu Fei said with a smile.
"Good night." Jiang Yan pushed the car to the stairwell and locked it on the railing, carrying the things upstairs.
Although he opened the door, like Li Baoguo, there was no one in the room, but it felt completely different. He didn't have to worry about Li Baoguo's troubles, he no longer had to pay him money again, and he didn't have to listen to him again. Coughing and roaring loudly, not to mention the door was suddenly opened.
Jiang Yan adjusted the water temperature of the water heater to a little hot, and rushed from head to toe. There is still hot water for bathing. There is no need to use a bucket to receive hot water every day like Li Baoguo ... He has never seen Li Baoguo taking a bath. Maybe all go to the bathhouse.
The hot water was running down his face and neck across his body. He closed his eyes and braced the wall, and his body slowly relaxed.
But after a while, he turned off the water, wiped the water quickly, and walked out of the bathroom.
Although it is not strange to think of Gu Fei and those things that Gu Fei did in this case, it will still be a little awkward.
He often wants to be wrong, a star, a little yellow picture that he doesn't know where to look, a clip from a little yellow film ... Gu Fei's clear and immediate goal is still the first time, no matter what He said he still felt guilty.
I went back to the bedroom and closed the door. He made all the quilt pillows I bought today. I thought I should wash the new quilt sheets and change them. I hesitated by the bed for a long time, and finally decided to give up. Children will not pay attention to these.
He went to bed and stared for a long time without turning off his eyes after turning off the light.
This time is no longer because of Gu Fei, but because of tomorrow's exam.
He has been confused for the last half semester. Although he didn't understand anything in class and couldn't do his homework, he started to worry.
Every time he relaxes in school, it will directly affect his grades. In an environment such as No. 4 Middle School, even a serious listener can hardly find him. Even if the exam is definitely less difficult than before, he is still a little worried Own grade.
He didn't touch the book before the exam, but now he sat up, took out his notes from the schoolbag and opened it.
The test time for the fourth middle school is not the same as before. He will take two subjects tomorrow morning, language and politics. He sighed. The schedule is so compact. It is not like the finals of the fourth middle school basketball game. Procrastination ...
I don't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, the book was thrown to the ground, and people were well grouped under the quilt.
Jiang Yan glanced at the time. The alarm clock hadn't sounded, but the time was about the same. His biological clock was quite reliable at critical moments.
The rental side is almost as early as Li Baoguo ’s side. He bought a bowl of tofu brain and two oil cakes at a roadside stall and ate it. He drove to go to school.
He stopped again when he was at the intersection. I don't know if I need to call Gu Fei together. After hesitating for a while, he pulled out his mobile phone and prepared to dial.
As soon as Gu Fei's name was clicked out, someone heard a whistle whistle next to him. He turned his head, and was surprised to find that Gu Fei was actually beside him, straddling the car with his leg on the ground.
"Study early. Gu Fei waved at him.
"I depend," Jiang Yan looked at the time in shock, "when did you come?"
"Just five minutes," Gu Fei said, "I have never been late for exams."
"It's amazing." Jiang Yan laughed, and his mood suddenly became very good. I don't know why. When he saw Gu Fei's smile, he felt very close ... maybe because of what the two did, although who I will not mention it, but after all, it is the same table with an impure relationship ...
"Have you eaten it?" Gu Fei asked.
"Just eaten casually," Jiang Yan said, "you have to say you come over, I'll wait for you to eat together."
"It's okay," Gu Fei said with a smile. "I've eaten it too. I thought if you didn't eat it, I'll wait for you to finish it."
I stopped at school all the way. I didn't meet the two in the zoo. I guess it was because I had an appointment ... No, I had an appointment with the ball, so keep the last touch.
After entering the classroom, Jiang Yan found that these people who were usually lazy still showed a little nervousness during the mid-term exams.
The tables have been pulled apart, and although not far apart, they still look single.
As soon as he sat down, Zhou Jing turned his head: "Jiang Ye, Jiang Ye ..."
"If you want to see the answer, you can see it for yourself. When you take the exam, you dare to call me by this name. I will immediately report you cheating." Jiang Yan pointed at him.
"Ah! Well, well ..." Zhou Jing smiled and turned into a garden with a smile on his face, "Enough friends."
"Jiang Ye." Someone called him on the left.
Jiang Yan turned his head and found that Wang Xu actually sat on his left position: "Where are you sitting?"
"I'm sitting here during the exam," Wang Xu answered solemnly, "don't block your answer card with your hand, do you know?"
"Oh." Jiang Yan answered.
"Don't you know after writing?" Wang Xu said again.
"Oh." Jiang Yan continued to answer.
"You don't have to worry about Dafei. He never cheats in exams, you can just manage me," Wang Xu still looked serious, "I will also be responsible for spreading."
"... I see." Jiang Yan nodded, then turned to look at Gu Fei again, Gu Fei was playing with his mobile phone, turned his head to look at him, smiled and didn't speak.
The invigilator was a high school senior, a very majestic middle-aged woman in glasses, entered the classroom, put the papers, stared at the people in the classroom from left to right, right to left, and then looked back and forth, and then cleared Clear your throat and read the examination room discipline again.
The people around were quiet as never before, and Jiang Yan was a little accustomed to it.
After the papers were issued, Jiang Yan first swept the papers and found that the difficulty of the test of the No. 4 Middle School was more consistent with the overall style of the No. 4 Middle School. At least this paper was very simple for him.
He turned to the composition question and looked at it again.
Mr. Ji Xianlin said: "Everyone strives for a complete life. However, since ancient times, at home and abroad, a 100% complete life has not been. So I said that life is not complete."
According to your own understanding, connect with reality, define your own meaning, choose your style, and create your own title.
Jiang Yan sighed softly. This composition question is simply too simple, especially for him now, don't say 800 words, 8000 words don't matter.
He turned the paper back to the front and began to work on the problem with peace of mind.
The surroundings are still quiet, and a class that can only hear humming during class usually hears the rustling sound of pen and paper rubbing, and it has a strange sense of disobedience.
He glanced over to Gu Fei. Gu Fei hadn't started to do the problem yet. Instead, he stared at the modern page and read it with interest.
On the left, Wang Xu didn't plan to look at anything, because he didn't have to turn his head to feel Wang Xu's fierce gaze, and his side in Yu Guang's face that was sideways.
The two proctors are very strict. They exchange positions one after the other. From the frequency of Zhou Jing's body twisting in the front, Jiang Yan judges that his heart should be very anxious now.
In contrast, Pan Zhi was calm, and always hurriedly responded in a hurry, and waited for him to make corrections after he finished ...
Gu Fei finished reading the small articles read in modern texts, but unfortunately it is not a small story, the rational spirit of the architecture told ... it is not interesting to look at.
He turned the paper back, intending to write the familiar first guess about the answer first, and then started scratching. After scratching the scratches, he filled in the empty space and wrote a composition.
The composition is not limited to stylistics. If the poems are not limited to 800 words, he intends to explore this space and write less if he can.
He felt that his arrangement was perfect. When he took the answer card and started writing, he felt that his state was similar to that of the Xueba next to him.
Jiang Xueba ’s pen has never stopped, basically answering while reading the question. The longer the question is, the longer his pause is not too long. If he usually takes a class, Jiang Ye ’s Xueba is not too clear. You can really see it during the exam.
When Gu Fei was familiar with the first pass and started scratching the multiple choice questions, Jiang Yan's papers had been turned over.
When he started writing, Jiang Yan began writing.
by.
He looked at Jiang Yan's side face, and for a moment he felt that Jiang Yan was so handsome that he was so angry with people and gods.
However, compared to Xueba ’s 800-character composition, Gu Fei ’s poems are much faster. He just pulled a few lines of paradoxical sentences to work, so he does n’t need to check the completed paper. Inspection means re-grabbing and winning two games in three games.
He usually handed in the papers at this moment, but today he didn't move, and Jiang Yan beside him was still writing. He wanted to see it.
Although Jiang Yan's words are extremely ugly, but they are written very fast, just like his review of the manuscript, he went up and down in a row.
Answer cards and papers were placed at the corner of the table. Wang Xu was copying frantically, but he had to stretch his neck to fill in the blanks. It looked very difficult. Zhou Jing was not easy. I ca n’t understand it when I look at it, and it looks like Tianshu is upside down.
However, it is much stronger than before. The better grades in the class are sitting in front of them. The group behind them does not even know who to copy.
At the end of half an hour, Jiang Yan Xueba, who wrote like a god, finished writing the composition. It didn't seem to check. He looked around and wanted to submit the paper directly.
Wang Xu was anxious when he saw it, pressing his throat, "Don't worry!"
Jiang Yan sighed and began to look at the papers in a daze.
After a short while, he turned his head, met Gu Fei's eyes, and asked with a mouthful: "Done?"
Gu Fei nodded.
Then he put the composition up and let him look at it.
Jiang Yan first hesitated, then turned around and smiled at the paper.
Laughing very hard. To laugh, I still can't make a sound. I have to press my nose with a paper towel to avoid making my nose run out. Gu Fei didn't want to laugh at all.
Jiang Yan finally coughed up, and finally stopped smiling.
Gu Fei got up and took the papers to hand in. He walked out of the classroom and went downstairs. After a while there were still exams. He had to come out and do some activities. Forty minutes after class, he was bored sitting.
Within a few minutes, Jiang Yan also went downstairs, and he was a little surprised: "Have you submitted the papers?"
"Well," Jiang Yan nodded. "The teacher stood on the side of Wang Xu, and I guess he copied it almost. Then I handed in ... did you just write the lyrics or poem?"
"Poem." Gu Fei said, and slowly walked to the teacher's toilet.
"I rely on you, shamelessly," Jiang Yan followed him, and whispered, "Will you write poems as long as you don't limit the style?"
"Well," Gu Fei laughed. "I wrote it three times. When Xu first judged the paper, they also discussed how many points to give."
"You're so talented," Jiang said twice, "what do you write, read a few sentences and listen?"
"It's so beautiful, I'm embarrassed to read it." Gu Fei said.
When he walked to a place next to the toilet, he took out a cigarette and glanced at Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan shook his head, and he lit a cigarette and held it.
"Your lyrics are very sensational," Jiang Yan said, "do you really want me to hear two sentences?"
"This broken poem is just a matter of making things up," Gu Fei said, "I will write some new lyrics for you when I have time."
"Come on," Jiang Yan sat on the steps. "The teenager is shy."
Probably there was no one to copy, Wang Xu's group also handed in the papers in advance. When they went downstairs, they looked around first. After seeing Gu Fei and Jiang Yan, they all came over.
"Bin," Wang Xu took out fifty yuan and gave it to Lu Xiaobin. "Go buy something to eat and drink, and give us the power to learn."
"Okay." Lu Xiaobin picked up Qian and immediately ran to the store.
"Sick," Jiang Yan said.
"Enough, generous!" Wang Xu drew his fists at him. "I'm fine this time. I think I can go up a bit."
"I have never had such a good test on me!" Zhou Jing said with emotion, "But it wasn't me who said, Jiang Ye, your word ... It ’s an anti-copying artifact. Fortunately, my eyes are good enough, you say the teacher judge When writing the paper, will you give me points because I can't understand what you wrote? "
"I was penalized every time because the words were too ugly." Jiang Yan said.
A group of people burst into laughter.
Not far from the exam in the classroom, the proctor's teacher came out and pointed at them. They had to move to the toilet and sit at the stone table in front of the toilet.
"I never thought about it," Wang Xu said, "why do you need to fix a table and chair at the toilet door?"
"What's this," Jiang Yan glanced at Lu Xiaobin who had returned with a bag of snacks and drinks. "There are still people eating at the table and chairs in front of the toilet."
A group of people immediately became happy again, and the proctor's teacher rushed out again, rushing them to the playground and standing.
Then came politics, and ten minutes into the examination room, Lao Xu ran over with a small wind: "Jiang Ye!"
"Huh?" Jiang Yan looked at him.
"How do you feel?" Lao Xu asked.
"Very good, the problem is not difficult." Jiang Yan said.
"Where is the composition?" Lao Xu asked again.
"If the style is unlimited, it's easy to write." Jiang Yan answered.
"I knew you were okay," Lao Xu's eyes lit up. "This time I can step on class 2 and every time it's the little girl in their class who competes with Yi Jing for the first place. This time you should be fine! "
"Should." Jiang Yan originally wanted to say that he had just taken one course, but in the fourth ... he really could get a good grasp.
The political test is annoying. Although the multiple-choice questions are easy to cover up, the short answer questions are terrible. Gu Fei can't write anything, but it is customary to fill up the blanks. How can the short answer questions be mixed with three or four lines ... … This is more challenging, and the technical requirements for making up and messing up are very high.
In particular, there is a 14-point question that actually talks about the significance of strengthening the cultural construction of the campus by combining various cultural activities of the 4th middle school ... Gu flew to Jiang Yan, and he was still in the same state as when he was taking the language test. As soon as the pen is written, the ugly characters are lined up.
Xue Ba is a wonderful creature ...
Politics is not easy to copy. After Wang Xu and Zhou Jing copied the multiple-choice questions, they gave up and continued to answer the short questions. Compared to identifying his words, it is estimated that there are ways to turn the various answers on the cuffs and waist of the drawer. Easier.
This time Jiang Ye still submitted the papers in advance. Gu Fei thought that the kid pretending to be forced was probably normal. He observed it when he was bored. Jiang Ye and Yi Jing finished writing about the same time. At that time, Jiang Yan had already submitted it.
As soon as he handed in the papers, a bunch of them couldn't write and copied, and Gu Fei, who had finished making up the papers, also handed in the papers.
A group of people didn't go home at noon. Wang Xu didn't know if it was copied in the morning. He was always excited and had to drag a group to eat pie.
"Math in the afternoon," Wang Xu said while eating pie, "I'm on you, learn to dominate!"
"Um." Jiang Yan lighted a cigarette and pushed the window next to him a little. He didn't have an appetite every time he finished the test.
"Dafei, don't you copy it?" Wang Xu asked Gu Fei again. "It's not copying, not copying. I've never seen such an interesting school bully!"
"You shout louder, your mother will come and make you stuffing." Gu Fei said.
"Don't you copy?" Wang Xu lowered his voice.
"No," Gu Fei said, "you copied what was a good match, and I don't need to pay to anyone."
Gu Fei's words didn't make any sense to others, but Jiang Yan suddenly felt a little unpleasant after listening.
When everyone was eating and chatting, he was leaning to Gu Fei and whispered, "Can you pass the final exam?"
Gu Fei glanced at him and smiled: "Almost, you can pass the retake exam. Our retake exam is very simple. You can do it without thinking."
"Oh." Jiang Yan said without a word.
Gu Fei's attitude always made him feel that something was wrong. I do n’t know if it was a different environment. Even Pan Zhi ’s unreliable, he ’ll grit his teeth and put on a rack to review for a few days during the final exam. Gu Fei ’s complete The way he gave up gave him a little anxiety.
But what's the anxiety, Gu Fei's family didn't have any parents waiting to see his grades, and there doesn't seem to be a reason to have a good grade to go to a good university ...
"Don't worry about me," Gu Fei's legs touched his legs lightly under the table, "I'll just mix a diploma."
"No," Jiang Yan frowned. "You might as well go to a technical school for a diploma, isn't that certificate stronger than the fourth high school?"
"This is a long story," Gu Fei smiled, "I will talk to you slowly later when I have time."
The two-day midterm exam was completed very tightly. According to Gu Fei's observation and Jiang Yan's undisguised self-confidence, he can almost estimate Jiang Yan's performance, and Yi Jing's first-ranked competitor will have one more. .
"Your question is too simple." Jiang Yan said at least three times in the past two days.
However, when old Xu rushed into the classroom early in the morning, his face was full of excitement and surprised him. Gu Fei looked at Lao Xu. If it was just about the same as Yi Jing's, Lao Xu should not be so excited.
"Classmates! Classmates!" Lao Xu stood on the podium. "I have good news for you!"
The people in the class applauded lazily together.
"Sometimes teachers will definitely say it in class, but I'm one step ahead," Lao Xu waved his arms. "This class has three full marks!"
The news was indeed a bit surprising. The people in the class talked for a while, and many people's eyes focused on Jiang Yan.
"Ah." Jiang Yan is probably still not used to being stared at this way, sighing on the table.
"Guess who are you? Which three subjects are you?" Lao Xu sold Guanzi with excitement, but this Guanzi didn't give anyone more chance to guess, he immediately announced the answer, "Classmate Jiang! Mathematics! English! Geography! It's all perfect! "
"I rely on--" This time the class fry the pan and shouted.
"I fuck!" Zhou Jing turned his head and slammed into the table, "Jiang Ye! You are so good! You are so good!"
"Ah." Jiang Yan answered.
"Sit down." Gu Fei glanced at Zhou Jing.
"Wow!" Zhou Jing said again, turned around and sat back, thinking about it again, "Wow!"
Lao Xu was still excited on the podium, and Gu Fei also lay on the table, looking at Jiang Yan: "The ranking should be almost out. Go and ask?"
"Don't ask," Jiang Yan said, "What can I ask? Seriously, it's just a mid-term exam, and your questions are really simple. I never got a perfect score for geography."
"Then I'll ask." Gu Fei said.
"You're excited." Jiang Yan said.
"I'm asking calmly." Gu Feiyu stuffed a candy in his mouth.
After class, Gu Fei got up and went out, and went straight into the office with Lao Xu.
"General Xu." He called old Xu.
"Why are you here?" Lao Xu looked at him and took the bottle of Red Bull from the table to him. "Here you drink it. Teacher Gang Lu sends a bottle by himself. It's too sweet."
"Is the grade ranking out yet?" Gu Fei took Red Bull and asked.
"Do you still care about this? The top 100, without you, there is no you in the countdown." Lao Xu said.
"The first is Jiang Yan, right?" Gu Fei asked with a smile.
Speaking of this, Old Xu suddenly rejoiced, stood up and walked to the empty desk in the office, and waved at him: "Come and see."
Gu Fei walked over while pulling out his cell phone.
There was a large piece of red paper on the table. The old Xu Maobi wrote well. He wrote the grade list every year, and then posted it. It was part of the "cultural construction" of the school.
Gu Fei saw the first name, Jiang Yan, at a glance.
"Jiang Ye?" He quickly picked up his phone and pressed the shutter against the paper, then turned out of the office, "General Manager Xu, please write on."
Out of Lao Xu's office, Gu Fei lowered his head and opened the post in No. 4 Middle School. He posted a post with a trumpet and took the picture just taken.
"I just passed by the office and saw it by accident. . . . -Handsome fried sky