No matter which school or whom this matter is placed on, it cannot be a trivial matter, enough to arouse the great attention of the masses of melon eaters and the teachers of the Academic Affairs Office.

But the parties themselves did not say anything.

Dragging his plastered leg, he slid to the Academic Affairs Office with a pestle, his expression was cold, and he said nothing.

Liu Deqing didn't know what to say.

I have to scold me, just pulled back and found that not only can people memorize the first year of high school, but even the texts that must be memorized in the second year of high school can be completely memorized, and they are not bad at all.

To say that this is cheating is too insulting to the public's IQ, and it is impossible to convince the public.

But if you want to say that someone framed it, this matter has been investigated, and it has become a big problem. The nature is worse than cheating.

Over and over again, this matter became difficult for Liu Deqing to handle.

Fortunately, Song Yan seems to be a reasonable child, one doesn't cry, two doesn't make trouble, and three doesn't hang him on a rope.

So even if the other party blatantly put the mobile phone in the school uniform pocket in front of him, he didn't see it, he just said: "This matter, the teachers have also investigated clearly, it is really just a misunderstanding, I will send a notice to the whole school to explain and clarify. ,is that OK?"

Song Yan responded: "Okay."

And then no more.

Neither accusing Liu Yue that he might have framed him on purpose nor complaining about his test results, but instead made Liu Deqing feel a little bit nervous: "You...you have nothing else to say?"

"No more. Just confirm that this is Liu Yue's problem."

Liu Deqing immediately slapped the table: "That must be Liu Yue's problem! I'll give him a warning when I look back, and I will also report criticism at the flag-raising ceremony. In the future, I must resolutely stop this kind of bad behavior that randomly disrupts the order of the examination room!"

Disrupting the order of the examination room sounds better than framing classmates to cheat.

"It's hard work, Director Liu." Song Yan said with some sarcasm.

Liu Deqing didn't hear it at all, and waved his hand: "What's the hard work, you child is too sensible, you don't even know how to cry when you are wronged."

As he said that, he picked up the glass and took a sip of tea, then slapped the foam from the tea leaves: "But don't worry, the teachers will definitely give you an explanation about this matter, so you can take the next test with peace of mind, do you hear me?"

"Hmm. But..."

As soon as the word "but" came out, Liu Deqing's heart instantly lifted.

"But I made a bet with Liu Yue about this exam. Maybe some jokes will go too far. I hope Director Liu won't blame Liu Yue at that time."

Song Yan spoke calmly and calmly, especially like a good and reasonable student.

So much so that after speaking, Liu Deqing, who was still worried just now, immediately felt at ease.

Hey, kid, young and feisty, how normal to bet.

"What's the matter? The teacher is not an old fashioned person, so you can still scold you for this kind of thing? Don't worry, it's time to play, just don't disturb the class and study." Liu Deqing was extraordinarily reasonable.

Song Yan also felt that it was almost the same: "If there is nothing else, I want to go back to review first, and I have to take a math test in the afternoon."

"Go, go, the teacher won't waste your time, come on for the exam in the afternoon, the teacher believes in you."

His tone was so warm as if Song Yan was his nephew.

And to his real nephew who was waiting outside the Academic Affairs Office, there was only a roar of hatred for iron and steel: "Liu Yue! Get me in here!"

The real and fake nephews passed by the narrow door of the Academic Affairs Office.

Liu Yue didn't know anything about what happened, and gave Song Yan an arrogant and mocking look.

Song Yan was too lazy to answer, after all, he couldn't see dying people in his world, he just lowered his head and uploaded the phone recording to the cloud.

This matter he rashly fights and can't make a name for himself.

After all, Liu Yue is not stupid, and the copywriting is definitely not his own. After checking it, it is very likely that it will be a muddled lawsuit.

Moreover, Liu Yue has Liu Deqing's side, but he did not protect his parents, so instead of making a fuss about himself, he might not be able to get better.

After all, it is just a thorough examination that is not recorded in the usual grades. It does not affect self-enrollment, nor does it affect the file for going abroad. If it is of any use, it is probably used to prove the unevenness of the world.

It's hard to say whether Song Yan is the "ginner", but Liu Yue must be the "worse" anyway.

No one knows what Liu Deqing and Liu Yue said.

Regarding Liu Yue's report on Song Yan's cheating, there was no news except for a notice stating that the matter was purely a misunderstanding.

Rumors are surging secretly, taking advantage of the last trace of summer heat to expand and ferment in places where everyone can see and everyone is unknown.

Song Yan was not affected in the slightest, and because the last big question in math and physics was the type of question, he felt that this exam was too easy, so that it was out of tune with the atmosphere of the cemetery of the entire second grade.

In Xia Zhiye's words, it was a bunch of Anduin's holy light smashed into a group of dead zombies, except for sarcasm, sarcasm.

When he said this, the fat man at the front desk was already in a hurry: "Brother Ye, you still have the heart to beat the hearthstone. Didn't you see what I was mocked for, brother?"

It was just dawn, and the morning reading had not yet started, and he was lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

Putting one hand on the table and covering the back of his head with the other, when he heard the voice, his thin and white knuckles curled up irritably.

Xia Zhiye glanced at it: "If you speak louder, your brother can drag you directly into the morgue, believe it?"

Very trustworthy.

Little Fatty turned into an airy voice very intelligently: "Did helast-nightgostealcowdid"

Xia Zhiye looked at him calmly: "A small voice doesn't mean you want to talk like a hanged ghost, understand?"

"Oh." Little Fatty said, "But seriously, why is he so sleepy every day? What are you guys doing in the dormitory at night?"

This question sounds pretty lively.

But Xia Zhiye didn't know the answer either.

Although they didn't say they went to bed early every night, they would definitely turn off the lights before twelve o'clock. As for what Song Yan did after turning off the lights, he didn't know. He had never heard anything strange.

It's just that when woke up at night, found that Song Yan seemed to be lying on the bed in a daze. It looked a bit like... insomnia?

It's the age when you can't get enough sleep, so how can you get insomnia?

Xia Zhiye unconsciously tapped the table twice with his fingertips.

The fat man on the other end was obviously more concerned about another matter: "Ignore this for now. The important thing is that the score is going to be released today, what should I do, Brother Yan?"

Xia Zhiye: "What should I do?"

"It's a bet." Little Fatty handed over the phone to Xia Zhiye, "Look, the whole No. 3 middle school is waiting for the joke."

Post again.

Xia Zhiye doesn't know why this group of people is interested in this kind of thing. Is it because the game is not fun or the American TV series is not good. A group of people who can't look up and put their heads down, put on vests and force gossip, what's the point? .

Say it face to face if you have the ability.

However, when I saw the word "Song Yan" brightly on the title, I couldn't help but click in.

He was still talking about Song Yan and Liu Yue's mess.

[Main Building]: Outside the nickname! The exam papers have been changed! Year groups are being sorted! Results should be out today! Does anyone have a final pressure on who wins and who loses!

[1L]: Is this still stressful? Isn't Song Yan missing a score because of cheating?

[2L]: Upstairs, it was clear that Song Yan did not cheat, but was "framed by Liu Yue for cheating", OK? The Academic Affairs Office issued a notice to clarify.

[5L]: Hehe, you can believe whatever the Academic Affairs Office says? How to explain that cheat sheet?

[6L]: Liu Yue is the nephew of the director of the Academic Affairs Office, and you said that the Academic Affairs Office favored Song Yan? Funny you.

[11L]: You're just funny, right? If Song Yanzhen didn't cheat, and even found a cheat sheet, can the person who reported it have nothing to do with it?

[12L]: Come on, we have imperial power and wealth. We proletarians are arguing here. I only care if the five-pack of spicy tiao that I won against Song Yan can be kept.

[13L]: It must be impossible to keep it. In the next few exams, the invigilator is very strict. Even if Song Yan is killed, he can't cheat.

[15L]: How do you talk, it means that if I don't cheat, I can't win Liu Yue's slapstick, right?

[17L]: You hate brother one bite at a time, who are you? Song Yan's dog? I'll just say it bluntly, Song Yan is still fighting a fart even if he lacks a language score. It's better to just surrender and lose half of it. It's okay to not be a grandson and a son.

...

Liu Yue can't do anything else, but he is very powerful in forming gangs.

A group of old men had their mouths broken like a group of toothless old ladies. In normal times, Xia Zhiye was not even interested in taking a second look.

But this time it was his tablemate who was broken.

There is no reason for him to be irritated by the people he serves in and out every day.

Xia Zhiye tapped his fingertips a few times next to the non-human IDs, then glanced at the time, 7:18.

Twelve minutes until the flag-raising ceremony.

Enough for him to play temporarily as a literary giant.

But this time, should we go with the desire to promote the first and suppress the faction or the desire to suppress the first to promote the school?

Literary giants are stuck in creative bottlenecks.

Immediately afterwards, a "ding dong" sound was heard, and a banner popped up on the top of the phone.

[Nanwu No. 3 Middle School Home-School Link: The results of the annual opening exam in the second half of 2020 are as follows...]

The home-school link of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School is shared by the school, parents, and students. The results of each test will be broadcast as soon as possible to ensure that every student who is poor in the test will not miss the opportunity to be beaten by parents, so listen to it. It sounded like hearing a deadly bell.

But today it has a different meaning.

"It's hastily! The results are out! What to do! I'm only five hundred and fifty, I'm done, I'm gone, woo woo woo." The fat man in front took back his phone and hugged his head and cried.

The classroom was full of mourning, and after the mourning was over, they stretched out their tentacles to eat melons: "Brother Yue, how did you do in the test?"

"It's okay, more than five hundred points."

Liu Yue's sentence is alright, but he just said that he is generally the third in the world.

The people who eat melons have no patience: "You said it as if you didn't say it. Five hundred and one and five hundred and ninety-nine are more than five hundred. How much is it?"

Speaking of which, everyone put their heads together.

Then saw a row of transcripts shining brightly on the phone screen.

[Name]: Liu Yue

[Grade]: Chinese: 101, Math: 125, English: 119, Comprehensive Science: 219, Total Score: 564

[Class Rank]: 22 (↑5)

[Grade rank]: 190 (↑62)

[Ranking of five schools]: 2891

[Referring to a batch of fractional lines for simulated undergraduates]: 546

"Okay, Brother Yue, 564, it's the last line."

"Yes, Brother Yue is stable, and my milk tea is saved."

"You haven't looked at whose score, how do you know that Brother Yue is stable?"

"Nonsense, then whoever lacks a language, if this can still win, it's better to knock on the door of the admissions office of Tsinghua University and Peking University."

"That's right, but who are you to ask..."

Talking all over the place, chattering endlessly, as if falling into a duck farm.

Song scratched his hair a few times in annoyance, propped himself up against the tabletop, and leaned against the back of the chair.

The two long legs were supported as if they were soulless, the phoenix eyes were half drooping, the brows were slightly frowned, and there was a smell of "anyone who disturbs my sleep will be killed."

The person who was eager to try to ask about his grades just now was cowardly. With this aura like that of the King of Hell, who the hell would dare to go up and make a taboo.

Naturally there is only another Hades.

Xia Zhiye pushed the cool boiled water over: "The result is out."

"Yeah." Song Yan replied listlessly.

He took the cup, took a slow sip of water, and took out the phone from the table.

The moment the screen lit up, everyone in the classroom stared straight at Song Yan, feeling that they could not wait to put their eyeballs directly on his face, for fear of missing even a millisecond of micro-expressions.

However, Song Yan showed no expression.

There was no expression from beginning to end.

He took out his phone, unlocked the screen, glanced at it, then closed the phone and stuffed it back into the table, untouched.

I didn't even shake my eyelashes the whole time.

Everyone: "..."

It's fucking facial nerve necrosis.

Only Chubby, who was relatively familiar with him, shivered and asked, "Brother Yan...how did you do in the test?"

Song Yan: "General."

Liu Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yan: "It's just over 500 points."

Liu Yue's anger got stuck again.

Not to mention Liu Yue, the entire classroom, except Song Yan and Xia Zhiye, widened their eyes in disbelief.

Some mathematicians have already broken the fingers of themselves and the tablemates and started to count. After a long time, the incredible has turned into an indescribable fear.

"Fuck, you can still get more than 500 points without a grade in Chinese?! Then you can't go to heaven if you have grades?!"

Song Yan had no interest in going to the sky, but looked at Xia Zhiye lazily: "Did you bring mints?"

"Bring it." Xia Zhiye took one off.

Song Yan took it, threw it into his mouth, and remained silent.

Everyone: "..."

Is it fucking time for sugar? !

And what candy does the macho eat!

score! score!

The crowd was furious.

Xiao Pang had to be brave again, and with a mentality of accepting Ling Chi, he trembled and asked, "What, Brother Yan, how much do you do math?"

"148."

"..."

"What about English?"

"146."

"..."

"Li, what about Li Zong?"

"2……"

Everyone held their breath and didn't even dare to let out the air.

Now Song Yan's two subjects add up to 294. As long as the total score exceeds 270, the total score will exceed Liu Yue.

That would be so fucking arrogant.

Liu Yue, who was sitting in front of Song Yanxie, looked like a mountain on the surface, but in fact, he was already holding the pen in his hand tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Originally, he thought that Song Yan was just a rich second generation with poor grades, but he didn't expect Song Yan to have such good grades.

Originally, many people thought it was strange for him to report Song Yan for cheating. In this case, Song Yan's total score was higher than his, which was tantamount to indirectly confirming his intention to frame it.

After all, people with such good grades, how much do they have to think about cheating?

At that time, he must have lost all face, and the grass on the wall might push him to the ground and step on it.

So Song Yan absolutely cannot win.

And why is it so simple for a comprehensive 270 and above? A grade, no, in the entire five-school joint entrance exam, how many science comprehensive scores can be over 270? Why did Song Yan transfer to No. 3 Middle School if he had this ability?

Liu Yue thought so, the pen in his hand tightened even more, his fingernails were embedded in the palm of his hand, and he didn't feel any pain even when he pinched out the blood marks.

I just kept thinking that it can't be above 270, it can't be above 270, it can't be 2...

"2."

Breathing stops.

"7."

Heart beat missed.

"1."

boom

The moment when the trivial and meaningless numbers fell on Liu Yue's eardrums through the solidified and tense air, it seemed that the whole world collapsed and disintegrated along with his vanity and self-esteem.