After spending a boring Sunday, Jiang Chen had to face an even more boring Monday to Friday.
It was quite fun to tease the little girl when she had nothing to do.
It's just that these days she has been yawning non-stop, like a big orange cat that can't wake up, and Jiang Chen doesn't even think about teasing her.
"Don't study so late." Jiang Chen couldn't help but say as he looked at Han Yutong, whose head was sinking.
"What time do you usually go to bed?" Han Yutong squinted at Jiang Chen and asked lazily.
"Twelve o'clock..." Jiang Chen thought for a while and said.
"Then it's over... I went to bed at eleven o'clock..."
Han Yutong yawned, his hair was disheveled, and he looked listless.
"I have a sleepy constitution and can't get out of bed..."
Maybe every senior year in high school will go through this kind of time, and lack of sleep is the norm.
Jiang Chen was not surprised.
But can you be so sleepy when you go to bed at 11 o'clock?
He froze.
This was not the case when Han Yutong and himself stayed up all night surfing the Internet.
"What time do you get up in the morning?"
"I want you to take care of..."
Han Yutong didn't even have the energy to reply, and lay weakly on the table.
In fact, she has been getting up at four o'clock recently.
Just for that scarf.
I go to bed at 11 o'clock and get up at 4 o'clock, knitting scarves and studying without delay.
The price is that I yawn all the time during class during the day and feel sleepy to death.
Fortunately for her, the scarf was just a few inches away from being knitted, so she could sleep in peacefully tonight...
Tomorrow is Saturday, I’ll make up for it when I get home.
Damn Jiang Chen, just watch it on Sunday...
If you don't pay me back when it's my birthday, I'll bite you to death...
Han Yutong thought about it, but couldn't hold on anymore, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep on the table.
"I'm still going to bed at 11 o'clock, what a ghost."
Jiang Chen felt a little distressed and helpless listening to Han Yutong's soft snoring, and put the school uniform that was draped on the back of her chair over her body.
After just putting it on, Tan Xinrong pushed open the door and walked in with a report card in his hand.
"Students, the results of the midterm exam are here."
The efficiency was very high this time, and all approvals were completed in less than two weeks...
Jiang Chen looked at the transcript in Tan Xinrong's hand and frowned.
Although I have been mentally prepared for a long time, when I think that my ranking is about to reach 100, I feel a little worried on my face.
"Eleventh place, Zhou Hong."
As soon as these words came out, the whole class didn't look at Zhou Hong, but turned to Jiang Chen.
This was the first time they heard that Jiang Chen's name was not among the top ten in the grade.
Even Zhou Hong himself didn't care about his grades. Instead, he adjusted his glasses, reflected two sharp lights, and looked at Jiang Chen.
"Nineteenth place..."
"Twenty-eighth..."
"Fortieth place..."
"No. 58..."
Zhou Hong couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this term.
How many tests did Jiang Chen take this time?
The whole class thought the same way. They didn't care about other grades, they just wanted to see Jiang Chen's grades.
"No. 75, Jiang Chen."
Tan Xinrong said slowly.
"No way……"
"Why did you pass seventy-five?"
As soon as the students heard about this result, they began to discuss it privately.
Jiang Chen was also quite surprised, mainly because of the result of seventy-fifth place.
Chinese language has always been a laggard, but I didn’t expect him to be nominated this time?
When Tan Xinrong read this score, he sneered and repeated it loudly.
"Classmate Jiang Chen, I ranked 75th in this exam."
Then he went on to read the results.
Jiang Chen was already confident about his ranking and ignored a few surprised looks.
He now wants to hear about other people's results.
"Xie Zitong, No. 219."
The ranking of good buddies appeared in Tan Xinrong's mouth. He turned his head and gave Xie Zitong a thumbs up.
The other person responded with a shocked look, as if he didn't understand why he got this ranking.
"Han Yutong, 299th."
Jiang Chen's eyes lit up.
The result this time was beyond his expectation. In Jiang Chen's impression, she was always making three or four hundred every year, but this was the first time that she entered the top three hundred.
But Han Yutong was sleeping soundly now, and even Tan Xinrong's voice reading her grades couldn't wake her up.
After reading the results, Tan Xinrong still made some comments, but he was much more polite than before.
"In this exam, some students' scores have declined, and they need to make persistent efforts. Don't be clever and confront the teacher. You will be happy for a while. If your grades are not good, your parents will be sad!"
In these words, Tan Xinrong did not forget to use both guns and sticks to hint at some students whose grades have declined.
Jiang Chen doesn't care, since the college entrance examination is the last word, let him do whatever he wants.
He only cares about the results of Han Yutong and a few good buddies.
…
After class, several boys started chatting.
They were not concerned about their own achievements and discussed Jiang Chen's achievements.
Zhou Hong and Xie Zitong frowned.
With Jiang Chen's level, it would be ridiculous to fall out of the top ten, let alone seventy-five...
But Sun Wenrui felt very happy.
Unexpectedly, he was just fooling around, and ended up becoming addicted to being a prophet?
Looking at Zhou Hong who looked solemn next to him, he patted his shoulder and said:
"Look at your glasses, am I right? Brother Jiang is just controlling points!"
Although he felt that Sun Wenrui was just a blind cat who missed the opportunity, Zhou Hong had to admit that he actually encountered it this time.
"What are controllable points for?"
He is a typical science guy who likes to analyze problems logically.
This time the test was only difficult in mathematics, and everything else was at normal level.
Even if Jiang Chen controls points, he won't reach 75th place...
Besides, what's his motive for controlling points?
Is it to make myself, the second oldest child in the world, the first in the class?
"Who knows, Zhou Hong, aren't you reasoning about the little prince? Can't you reason about this?" Sun Wenrui said.
"Too little is known to reason."
Zhou Hong also had some difficulties facing this situation.
He thought that Jiang Chen's control score was in the twenties or thirties, but now he was almost at the top of the hundred.
This energy is a bit too much.
"If he is doing it for Han Yutong... then he shouldn't take the exam at 75, he has to go for 300 anyway..." Zhou Hong shook his head while analyzing.
I really can't figure it out.
"Do you think it's possible that Brother Jiang wants to boil the frog in warm water and lower it gradually, and then bump into Mrs. Jiang?"
Han Yutong and Jiang Chen were not here, and Sun Wenrui spoke much more unscrupulously.
"Look at Mrs. Jiang studying hard recently and memorizing vocabulary words in the aisles, but she is still far behind Brother Jiang.
In order to make Mrs. Jiang's life less difficult, Brother Jiang did not hesitate to lower his score and go in both directions. This is true love! "
"This is not a frog boiled in warm water, this is a frog grilled on a teppanyaki."
Zhou Hong rejected this idea immediately.
"Even if I perform abnormally, I still won't get this ranking."
"So you top students are really disgusting, yue——"
Sun Wenrui pretended to be retching.
This time he ranked 589, which was even a fraction higher than Jiang Chen who was not performing well.
"Rational analysis shows that this kind of control of scores is meaningless. Does Jiang Chen also want to control scores in the college entrance examination to enter the same school as Han Yutong? This is too unrealistic."
"Maybe Brother Jiang is the love interest!"
Sun Wenrui is now quite confident in his prediction ability.
"In ancient times, there were people who didn't love the country but loved the beauty. Maybe we, Brother Jiang, took this test specially to make Mrs. Jiang happy!"
"I think you are hopeless..." Zhou Hong shook his head and sighed helplessly.
"I think... Sun Wenrui may be right..."
Xie Zitong, who had not spoken for a long time next to them, said abruptly.
"You see, I said I was a prophet."
Unexpectedly, the second prediction he made after a few blind guesses also came true, and Sun Wenrui couldn't help but feel happy.
I was thinking that when I got home from school, I would go to the lottery station and buy two bets. Maybe I would win five million?
"Xie Zitong, why do you say that?" Zhou Hong asked.
Xie Zitong lowered his voice, looked at the two people beside him, and said.
"But it's not necessarily for Han Yutong...it might be another person..."
"What?"
Seeing Xie Zitong's mysterious look, Sun Wenrui quickly asked.
"I have a second sister-in-law?"
