Chapter 17: Chapter 17

The atmosphere is a bit subtle.
Fortunately, Lao Bai spoke in time and broke the embarrassment.
"Before class, let's announce one thing. Everyone knows that we have always had a tradition in the third year of NFLS, which is to organize a mobilization meeting after school starts to exercise willpower and boost morale."
"Because this senior year is the worst senior year your Director Peng has ever led, so the school decided to train strictly and selected the mobilization meeting at the Eagle Base for a five-day special military training. Start.
The classroom cries and howls.
"Didn't it mean that time is tight for the third year of high school? What are you doing with these broken things?"
"Other schools are military training for the first year of high school, just the third year of our school, this is poisonous."
"I want to take a test, I am willing to take a five-day test."
"Willing to add one to the exam."
Lao Bai handed a form to the classmates in the first row, and said slowly: "Knife sharpening and not chopping wood by mistake. Let's see how sick and sick you are. If you don't train well, you will be afraid of you. If you can't make it through the college entrance examination, you fall."
This is the truth. Most of the people in this class are extremely lack of exercise, and the geniuses are called abandoned houses.
There was another wailing.
"Okay, it's useless to howl. The form is passed on. Everyone fill in your name, height, weight, gender, and make military uniforms and class assignments for you. Don't fill it in randomly. Submit it after class."
The form reached Jian Songyi's row.
Name: Jian Songyi
Height: 183cm
Weight: 64kg
Gender: undifferentiated alpha
Without hesitation, he handed it to Bai Huai after he finished writing.
Bai Huai didn't read or say anything. He wrote 188, 70, a in the lower row and passed it to Yu Ziguo.
Children’s secrets cannot be used to tease them, they must be guarded.
After the form was passed, I took out my mobile phone from the belly of the table and pressed my fingertips quickly under the cover of the hem of the school uniform.
"Bo Huai."
Lao Bai called out.
Bai Huai was worried that his mobile phone would be taken away and the chat log was seen. He quickly deleted the message that he had just sent before raising his head.
Old Bai pushed his glasses: "Come up and get your papers with Jian Songyi."
"it is good."
As soon as he walked up, Lao Bai changed his mind again: "Take yours back, Jane relaxes and stays."
Jian Songyi raised her head innocently.
Lao Bai explained: "I have to see how cruel it is. I can ruin my language like this when I get a perfect score in mathematics, science, and English."
This time, the exam questions are simple. Both of them have perfect scores in mathematics. Only two points will be deducted for English composition, which is 300, Baihuai 288, Chinese Jiansongyi 117, and Baihuai 130.
No more, no less, the total score is just one point away.
However, Jian Songyi was a little more polite to the Chinese papers, and his attitude was a little more correct, so that he would not owe Baihuai to his father.
Lao Bai, a Chinese teacher and head teacher, was very distressed. He glanced at the paper in his hand, sighed, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, put the glasses on, looked at the paper again, and sighed again.
Jian Songyi curled his lips, as for it.
Lao Bai seemed to know what he was thinking, and asked sadly from the podium: "Jian Songyi, as for the appreciation of a poem that you learned in the first year of junior high school, can you step on a single point?"
This time is the appreciation of modern poetry, Pushkin’s "If Life Deceives You", probably everyone will recite a sentence or two, and it is rare that Jian Songyi can answer a single point incorrectly.
Bai Huai returned to his seat, put away the Chinese papers, and took out a set of comprehensive papers.
Old Bai's eyes were sharp, and he was going to beg Jian Songyi for a refresher on the language, but suddenly saw a big mechanical diagram appear next door, and he almost didn't recite it.
But thinking about Bai Huai's crushing of the language scores of the liberal arts class and the unspeakable theory of comprehensive results, he decided to close one eye and continue to push Jian Songyi next to him.
"Come, let's look at the first question, "What is the situation that life deceives you?" These four points are a complete bonus. Jian Songyi, can you accept it?"
Bai Huai heard a trace of grievance in the tone of his new head teacher, and felt a little distressed.
Jian Songyi is much less sentimental: "I didn't write on the paper I don't want it, but the scoring teacher still didn't send it."
"..."
"Does this count as life deceiving me."
"..."
Old Bai's nose fluttered twice, holding back, and looking down at the paper, saying every word without feeling: "Answer, this refers to the situation of some people who are incapable of themselves but throw the pot to life."
After reading, he looked up and looked at Jian Songyi, wanting to ask for an explanation.
As a result, I saw that Bai Huai next to him was drawing a diagram of the force analysis, and he was very involved, so he decided to kill two birds with one stone: "Bo Huai, come, you can evaluate Jian Songyi's answer."
Bai Huai stopped writing and looked up: "Very good."
"...Where is it good?"
"truth."
"I know you feel good is the truth, I'm asking why you feel good."
"I think it's good because of what he said."
A class of classmates felt a little detour.
Jian Songyi nodded to Lao Bai to show that the person concerned recognized the evaluation.
But no, where in life there is a leisurely heart to deceive you, those who say such things are all throwing the pot.
He has become an omega and has been deceived for more than ten years. Did he say anything? He didn't.
This Russian named Pushkin is hypocritical.
The two people just sat in a row, each with a more solemn expression than the other. Coupled with the aura of the first and second entrance exams on their heads, the outstanding people teacher, Comrade Bai Pingshan, felt that he was a bit stubborn.
He decided to shift the flames of the war and find a sense of accomplishment, and immediately picked the soft persimmon Xu, who was sleeping in the front row.
"Xu Jiaxing, come, you read this poem aloud."
"Ah? Ah? What? Oh, well, if life forces me!"
Lao Bai: "...Life isn't blind, what did he force you to do?! Pick out your feces before reading!"
He has been doing good all his life, but what kind of evil did he do when he met such a group of students.
There was a low, kind laugh in the classroom.
Yu Ziguo was a little envious and at a loss, he turned his head and asked Yang Yue in a low voice uncomfortably: "Squad leader, do your good schools have classes like this?"
"Not all. For example, Lao Liu's math class doesn't work, but it's almost all tuned in this way, why?"
"Oh, it's nothing, just not used to it. Classes on our side are particularly fierce and boring. I thought that your good schools are all good students."
"You mean you think we are all learning machines?"
"No...I didn't mean that..." Yu Ziguo was a little cramped.
Yang Yue smiled indifferently: "I can guess, anyway, you can adapt slowly."
Nanwai is a private school. The school has not been established for a long time. The principal came back from studying abroad. The education concept is relatively advanced. The students are from good backgrounds. Pay attention to the cultivation of comprehensive quality. This group of people are still talented. Teacher The management is looser and the atmosphere is more lively.
It is inevitable that some students look down on the kind of hard-working students who do not have much malice, but the children in the ivory tower do not understand that not all people in the world have the same conditions.
Some people can only use all their efforts awkwardly to have some hope of making their lives better.
The people in the ivory tower did not understand him, nor did he understand the people in the ivory tower.
Kindness and envy will make subtle changes in this incomprehension.
No one knows how to get better or worse.
Yang Yue didn't understand this truth, Yu Ziguo didn't understand this truth, and Bai Huai didn't understand this truth before.
He listened to Yang Yue and Yu Ziguo's whispered conversation, and lowered his head to write the question.
There was no emotional change, but I don't know why, Jian Songyi knew that he was thinking about something in his heart.
The ghost took out his cell phone and wanted to chat with Bai Huai.
In the end, he was interrupted by the WeChat sent by Bai Huai ten minutes ago.
[Military training divided into the alpha class will be more troublesome, you need to start confrontation training first, and get used to it. ]
Jian Songyi hadn't even thought of it yet, but this person was taken seriously.
Sure enough, it can still be used occasionally.
[Okay, there are just four or five days left, I will start practicing first to adapt]
Bai Huai caught a glimpse of the light shining from the belly of the table, holding a pen in one hand and continuing to write the question, and taking out his mobile phone in the other to type blindly.
[Then your home is my home? ]
[My house, my mother is away at night, I'm alone at home. ]
[OK, wait for me in the room at night, I'll come right after I take a shower. ]
Very good, communication is very smooth.
But inexplicably, Jian Songyi felt that this conversation was a bit awkward.
He felt that Bai Huai must have been scheming in these few words, but he could not find a handle.
Bai Huai Yuguang caught a glimpse of someone staring at the screen and thinking seriously with a sad expression, and couldn't help but bend his lips.
By coincidence, Yang Yue turned his head to think about the question, and saw his expression a little horrified.
"Brother, how can you smile so softly at a rubbing sketch?"
Bai Huai tapped the small ball on the edge of the board, and drew a smiley face on it: "Look at this ball, is it a bit cute?"
Yang Yue: "...Brother, you are very special."
Probably this is the reason why I can never take the first grade. Look at other people's great gods, who are full of spoiling love for the subject.
Jian Songyi felt that Bai Huai was indeed a pervert.
Would you like physics balls?
But he is kind and tolerant, so he said with relief: [Xiaobai, it’s okay, don’t worry, I don’t discriminate against your sexual orientation, at night in my room, in the wind and rain, Xiao Jian is waiting for you]
Xiaobai looked at this pilippy WeChat and resisted not telling Xiaojian. It is because of your non-discrimination. After all, my sexual orientation is only you from beginning to end.
But Xiaobai feels that training at night should be more intense.