"Your Chinese score is 65?" Wang Xinyi exclaimed, attracting the attention of other early arrivals in the classroom.
"What are you calling?" Ling Shuchu pointed to the name on the test paper, "You see clearly, this is Ling Chuyang, Ling Chuyang! Not Ling Shuchu. Why are my handwriting so ugly?"
"Oh. I got it wrong!" Wang Xinyi smiled sheepishly, "But this word is not ugly, either. However, this score is too low. I guess I will get special "care" from "Black Peony" ”
No, the Chinese scores of Class 5, since "Black Peony" became the Chinese teacher in the first semester of high school, ranked first in the 15th class, and the average score of the 120-point test paper has never been lower than 90 points, which is better than that of Black Peony's classmates Class 6, every time he scored 5-6 points higher, which made Class 6's head teacher, handsome guy Zhang Da, always complain to his senior classmate that the Chinese teacher "Black Peony" was partial.
The "Black Peony" responded unabashedly and feared that the world would not be in chaos: I just want to favor Class 5, I love the house and the bird, you don't accept it!
Laoban, on the other hand, pretended to be helpless: There is nothing I can do about what people want. Who makes our 5th class popular with everyone?
The students in Class 5 were naturally happy after hearing this, and their admiration for "Black Peony" and the class teacher was like the waves of a river.
When I went to get the test paper just now, I was shocked when I saw the first test paper. The score sheet clearly said 105 points in Chinese, so why did it change to 65 points?
He hurriedly took off his glasses, touched his pocket, and found they were empty. Then he breathed a few breaths of heat into the glasses. Then he picked up the corner of his school uniform and wiped it. He squinted and looked at it. There was no dust anymore. Then put it on.
After taking a closer look, my heart dropped: Ling Chuyang, 65 points!
It's Ling Chuyang again. Ling Chuyang, who made her write out the seating chart twice last night! A small fire jumped up from the ground.
When she looked up, she saw the Chinese teacher staring at her with wide eyes, a little stunned.
"I read the wrong list. I'll take the test paper away." Ling Shuchu quickly put on a smile, damn Ling Shaoyang!
"Okay." The Chinese teacher regained his usual smile, "Ling Shuchu, Ling Chuyang, from Class 4, you should help him more in the future."
"Okay, teacher." Ling Shuchu smiled and nodded. Then, holding the test paper, he turned and left.
Ling Chuyang! Who is Ling Chuyang? Ling Shuchu rushed back to the classroom with a stack of test papers. Her character as a good girl in front of the Chinese teacher collapsed! Also help him, help him improve his Chinese language, that’s why he’s such a ghost!
There were only a few people in the classroom.
He Shiling and Geng Xinyu, who were on duty in the cafeteria and Guo Wenwen's dormitory today, did not come. Only Wang Xinyi was sitting in her seat having fun, not knowing what she was looking at.
Ling Shuchu put the test paper heavily on the podium and stared at the seating chart. The one in the last row, by the back door - Ling, Chu, Yang, unexpectedly, wasn't there! The seat is empty! !
"Have the test papers been distributed? Let me take a look." Wang Xinyi ran over, opened the test paper, and whispered. "You did worse than me in the exam, your score was lower than the average!"
"Help me distribute the test papers together." Ling Shuchu said to Wang Xinyi, who was turning over the test papers, "Stay the first one, Ling and Chuyang."
"Okay." So, the two people clearly divided their responsibilities. Ling Shuchu reported his name to the seating chart, and Wang Xinyi went to deliver the test papers.
Let's help send it together. Several students who arrived early also joined in, and six or seven people were shuttled back and forth in the classroom.
"What's going on?" Tang Ji, who had just gone upstairs, saw Ling Chuyang standing at the back door of the classroom and did not go in.
Ling Chuyang's habit was to lean against the window in the corridor and look at the stairs after recess. Although he occasionally stood with him, he really didn't know what there was to see at the stairs. Instead of looking at the stairs, it was better to look at the stairs. Look at the scenery outside the window and on the corridor.
That habit has not changed since before the winter vacation of the freshman year of high school. Since when did you change to standing at the back door of the classroom?
Ling Chuyang glanced at Tang Ji without saying anything, and motioned to Tang Ji to see for himself. Then, he walked towards the glass window of the corridor with his hands in his pockets, and stood naturally by the window.
Tang Ji looked towards the classroom and saw several people shaking test papers flying in the classroom.
On the podium, stood a short-haired girl with round glasses and a round face, directing the dancing crowd, "Tan Lin, third row from the middle, second from the left." "Okay, we'll deliver it right away." "Xu Renming, back door The second to last row is against the wall." "Okay."...
"Oh - that's great." Tang Ji shook his head. The situation of handing out test papers to these five classes is different from them. They used to throw the test papers in front of the podium and go get them themselves. They took it upon themselves to finish them before class. Of course, there were also deskmates or well-wishers who helped by the way.
"It's so exciting to hand out test papers. It's really a lot of experience."
I used to think that there was only one floor between me and the fast class, but it turns out that there is more than just one floor between us.
Is this also the case for Class 6? Tang Ji thought about it, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, to Ling Chuyang's side, and looked towards the classroom of Class 6. Coincidentally, Class 6 was also handing out test papers, and there was a quiet girl, oh, more than one, two , one person is quietly handing out test papers one by one in order, oh, there is also a boy who is also handing out test papers, quietly handing out test papers.
This is what girls should look like. Tang Ji thought to himself and looked back. The person on the podium in his class couldn't help but shake his head. The sound was so loud that he could hear it through the wall. The difference was far more than just one floor!
"Hey! It's done." Ling Shuchu and Wang Xinyi gave each other a high-five, and then looked at the other students who were taking their seats one after another. "Thank you for your hard work." "It's a no-brainer." "No thanks." "That's right."
"Why are you so polite? Why am I wrong about this question? Can you explain it to me, class representative?" "Okay -"
too exaggerated. Tang Ji shook his head and looked at Ling Chuyang. At some point, Ling Chuyang had turned his back and was looking out the window. Following his gaze, he saw that the crowd on the Central Avenue was gradually increasing, and the basketball court in the small playground was There are several figures dancing on it. "Going to play a game in the afternoon?"
"Okay." Ling Chuyang responded without looking back, "Go and make an appointment with a few of them."
"Okay, I'll go find them." Tang Ji turned around and walked towards the stairs, preparing to go downstairs.
"Wait a minute." With a loud voice, a girl stopped in front of Tang Ji and took a closer look. Hey, it was the girl with a round face and round glasses, looking at him with a smile.
Tang Ji stopped and said nothing, looking at the girl with the same smile.
Could it be that you want to strike up a conversation with him? Tang Ji doesn't think he is a super handsome guy, but he is also a very talented man. He is 1.78 meters tall and a sunny boy. Unlike Ling Chuyang, who wears long bangs covering half of his eyes to pretend to be cool, and has a paralyzed face all day long. He occasionally smiles twice, which feels uglier than crying. The key is, I have never seen him cry, because when he starts crying uglier.
"Classmate, which class are you in?" "Class 5."
"Location." "Na -" Tang Ji pointed to the last row of the back door against the wall.
"Which one?" "The one on the left in the last row." You are stupid, you are still asking after you have pointed it out so clearly. No wonder you wear glasses, your eyesight is poor, and your understanding is also worrying. Tang Ji sighed and shook his head, what a gap.
"Oh. Tang Ji! Is that your deskmate?" After receiving Tang Ji's affirmative nod of approval, the girl waved her hand and said, "You can go, 88."
ah? All right. Tang Ji shook his head, smiled, and walked downstairs. Now I really understand what it means to stop and wave and go. Hey - that's not right, the person the girl is looking for is - Ling Chuyang.
He hurriedly stopped going upstairs and leaned on the stairs, watching how she struck up a conversation.
