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Chapter 10
The outlook on life of most people in the second and first class of high school also collapsed and disintegrated.
It's not that they haven't seen good results. After all, Nanwu No. 3 Middle School, as the city's focus at the end of the crane, can still produce several Tsinghua and Peking universities every year.
It's just that the form of expression of this thing is too dramatic, and the effect is too shocking.
So that those who were worse than Liu Yue in the test directly checked themselves three times: Am I mentally retarded? Am I mentally retarded? Am I mentally retarded?
I'm.
So on the road leading to the flag-raising ceremony, the atmosphere of the second and first class of the senior high school was terrifyingly strange, all eyes were empty, and their expressions were dull.
Zhou Ziqiu and Shang Huai couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Did your class's ancestral graves be dug up collectively?"
Xia Zhiye supported Song Yan: "No, it's just that this ancestor was accidentally one point higher than Liu."
Zhou Ziqiu and Shang Huai: "..."
After substituting Liu Yue for a moment, this anger should be similar to that of being dug up.
The ancestor himself was quite aloof, standing on the side with a lame leg, without any intention of showing off.
"But what's the matter with your proud expression?" Zhou Ziqiu asked.
Xia Zhiye: "Do I have one?"
Shang Huai: "You have."
Xia Zhiye: "Well, then I have it."
"..."
Quite frank.
"Why, I can't talk to Yourong with my own tablemate?" Xia Zhiye didn't think anything was wrong at all, and patted Zhou Ziqiu on the shoulder confidently, "Okay, don't think about it, help me put Song on the shoulder. Tired of sending us to class."
"And you?"
"Didn't you see that Liu Deqing was in a hurry to find someone?"
"What did he ask you to speak again this time?"
"unimportant."
Xia Zhiye slowly took out a Communist Youth League emblem from the corner and pinned it to his chest: "Anyway, remember to applaud me later."
Before Song Yan could understand why Liu Deqing asked Xia Zhiye to give a speech at the flag-raising ceremony, Shang Huai had already sounded the tenth-level alarm: "Xia Zhiye, are you fucking taking the opportunity to make trouble again?"
"How could that be?" Xia Zhiye squinted and smiled as he faced the rising sun, "How could I be so upright and upright young man, how could I do something wrong?"
At most, it is just to help their family Song Daxi get justice.
Ruan Tian was very moved by the fact that Song Yan came to participate in the flag-raising ceremony with a half-broken leg.
Out of humanistic concern, someone moved him a chair to sit at the back of the line.
Two long legs and one, the ancestor's face is paralyzed.
The leaders of the Education Bureau did not dare to go to the countryside for inspection.
Seeing that Liu Yue, who was at the end of the team, was angry.
How could this person be so arrogant? And after so many times to force it, it didn't roll over.
Just fuck him.
Liu Yue cursed in his heart, but did not remember that the one who was giving the opening speech on the rostrum was his uncle.
Long talk, empty talk, endless.
Hearing Ruan Tian yawned from boredom, he couldn't help but start chatting with Song Yan beside him.
"It's a pity for you this time. If you didn't have that Oolong, you would have hoped to be in the top ten of the five schools."
"It's fine, as long as it doesn't lower the average grade in the class."
"That's not true. Our class has an average score of 565 this time. You just pressed the line and didn't delay the class at all."
Liu Yue, who happened to get 564 points in the test and accidentally dragged his legs: "..."
It's fucking playing him.
Ruan Tian didn't realize that he had unintentionally pierced a fragile young boy's heart, but just patted Song Yan's shoulder distressedly: "I'm sorry for you."
Song Yan's tone was quite calm: "It's okay."
Ruan Tian: "Huh?"
Song Yan: "Director Liu said he would criticize the person responsible for the accident at the flag-raising ceremony."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Deqing just finished his impassioned opening speech. After ending with the sentence "The representative of the second-year high school students will come to the stage to give a speech under the national flag", he handed the microphone to the host, and stepped off the stage in a dignified manner.
There is absolutely no intention to make a public criticism.
All the time everything is quiet.
Those who stood nearby and heard the conversation between the two all looked sideways at Liu Yue, their eyes strange and contemptuous, and mixed with a bit of sympathy for Song Yan - what an honest child, how can you be so favored by someone in power? cheated?
It made Liu Yue feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in his back, like a sting in his throat.
But nothing more can be said.
After all, he would rather be watched by so many people than really be criticized by the whole school.
He could only pretend that he didn't hear or see anything, and looked at the bright five-star red flag ahead without squinting.
Under the red flag, Xia Zhiye has stepped onto the stage slowly, holding something similar to a speech in his hand, but he didn't intend to read it. After "hello" a few times, a slouchy and low voice came out from the radio.
"Teachers and classmates, good morning, everyone. I'm Xia Zhiye from the second and first class of senior high school. The theme of the speech under the national flag that I bring to you today is my roommate."
His tablemate: "?"
The sloping front table of his tablemate: "??"
"What is Xia Zhiye doing? He said that the topic of his speech is the new atmosphere of the new semester. What is he going to do?" Ruan Tian was worried and anxious, and ran towards Liu Deqing, who was about to be fried in place by the edge of the rostrum. past.
Xia Zhiye continued unhurriedly amid Liu Deqing's incompetent fury.
"My classmate Song Yan is a good student with excellent character and academic performance. Not only is he handsome in appearance, he is kind-hearted, but also very strong."
"On the first day he transferred to No. 3 Middle School, he was seriously injured because Lu Jian drew a knife to help him. On the second day, he was criticized for generously donating money for his classmates who had difficulties in their families."
"So far, I have been caught in the whirlpool of public opinion, and my body and mind have suffered huge trauma."
Under the stage, Song Yan, who was physically and mentally traumatized, covered her face, thinking that it might be better to die.
Liu Yue finally showed a smile. Although he didn't know what kind of madness Xia Zhiye was having, as long as Song Yan was not happy, he would be happy.
"However."
Xia Zhiye changed his words.
"Song Yan is still actively preparing for the final exam in this environment. Although he was canceled for a Chinese grade due to the mistakes of his classmates' sports committee, he should have been sad and angry and complaining about injustice. With an excellent attitude, he achieved a good score of 565 points in this exam, far ahead of Liu Yue, the representative of outstanding student leaders in my class, by a full 1 point."
Hold.
Liu Yue's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.
The audience suddenly boiled.
The entire high school basically heard about the bet between Liu Yue and Song Yan, and they all knew that Song Yan lost a language score because Liu Yue reported cheating. Damn so exciting.
The excitement of reporting to the whole school under the witness of the five-star red flag is simply awesome!
"Isn't this a bit more powerful than a blogger?"
"Damn, he's handsome and rich, but he's an academic bully. When Nuwa made him, let's hang up."
"Then did Song Yan cheat?"
"Nonsense, this kind of grade brain is eaten by a dog to cheat."
"No wonder Liu Deqing let him go so easily. The feelings are Liu Yue's false report?"
"But I heard that the cheat sheet was actually found. What happened?"
"Haven't you heard that the first whistleblower is often the murderer himself?"
"Hey... what is Liu Yue doing like this?"
The smile that Liu Yue showed just now has completely turned into a gritted anger and anger, and he can't wait to dig a crack in the ground and get in.
Xia Zhiye on the rostrum was not finished yet.
It seems that there is no intention to create a commotion in the audience at all, and those commotion discussions have nothing to do with him at all.
He just continued to speak in an unhurried and serious tone:
"Song Yan's excellent learning level and learning spirit have imprinted on my generation, and I have been inspired. I have to be determined to work hard and strive for improvement."
"However, as far as I know, the first place in the joint examination of the five schools, except for the Chinese score, is only comparable to that of Song Yan, so because of the lack of order in our school's examination room and the lack of the most basic trust among students, To let such an outstanding student of our school miss a great opportunity to win glory for the school is simply heart-wrenching and full of grief and anger."
"For such a bad phenomenon, I think our amiable, respectable and just and strict Director Liu should have something to say."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look beside the rostrum.
All eyes were focused.
Liu Deqing, who was in a fit of anger, was pulling her head off with Ruan Tian, who was defending the students: "..."
After being embarrassed for a while, he reacted and immediately slapped his forehead: "Ah, yes, yes, yes! I almost forgot about Xia Zhiye, I'm really old."
After speaking, he walked to the rostrum, took the microphone, and said sternly: "Because of the negligence and mistakes of Liu Yue, class 2 and 1, which led to the lack of grades of some students in this exam, I will severely condemn and criticize this. And here is a serious clarification, all the results of this test are real and valid! In the future, the school's monitoring facilities will be strengthened to resolutely prevent such things from happening again!"
The whole playground was completely blown up.
Even Liu Deqing doesn't help his own nephew anymore. It seems that it is Liu Yue's fault. Ren Song was really wronged for a while, and he was scolded for so long by people who didn't know the truth. .
And if there is no problem with the language scores, they may be the first in the joint entrance examination of the five schools.
First!
How hard is it for the third middle school to be the first!
The chance to raise your eyebrows in front of the Fifth Middle School and the Eleventh Middle School is gone!
Thinking of this, not only the students, but also some teachers feel that Song Yan is really a pity, and they are even more dissatisfied with the culprit, Liu Yue.
All kinds of words are unbearable.
Hearing that Liu Yue's mentality exploded, he turned around and wanted to leave.
Song Yan, who had bowed his head and pretended to be dead because he thought Xia Zhiye was too embarrassing, suddenly said, "Wait."
Liu Yue: "?"
Song Yan raised her head: "Whoever lowers the score, who is the grandson. You said it."
Liu Yue: "..."
fuck.
"What, can't afford to lose?"
Song Yan sat up straight and leaned back in the chair.
There was no ups and downs in the tone, just like a very calm rhetorical question, not aggressive, and the volume was not loud, just enough to be heard clearly by the students in the back row of two or three nearby classes.
The raging lust of the melon-eating crowd has almost cooked Liu Yue.
But there are still people who watch the fun and don't think it's a big deal.
"Brother Yue, isn't it? I made a bet that I didn't recognize?"
"Don't be like this, man, man, dare to do it."
"That's right, why don't you just shout in public that I'm my grandson? What's the matter? It's better than saying you can't afford to lose."
The best thing about Liu Yue is the man's face and vanity, otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a mess because Song Yanmiao once took his face, clenching his fists tightly, and shouting is neither not shouting nor not.
After holding it back for a long time, he said, "Isn't it just scolding to shout here now? Do you think you can get rid of it?"
"rest assured."
Song Yan took out her phone, tapped her fingertips a few times, and two familiar voices came out.
——But I made a bet with Liu Yue about this exam. Maybe some jokes will go too far. I hope Director Liu will not blame Liu Yue at that time.
- What is this? The teacher is not an old fashioned person, how can you scold you for this kind of thing? Don't worry, it's time to play, just don't disturb the study in class.
Clearly, clearly.
People have already left such a hand to prevent trouble before it happens.
People around who heard the recording bowed in adoration.
Liu Yue's face turned red, green and then white.
The matter has come to this point, there is no way to go back, and I can only leave a decent face that is willing to admit defeat, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and spit out a sentence: "I am &"
Song Yan: Be louder. "
Liu Yueren: "I am the grandson."
Song Yan: "Be louder."
Liu Yue couldn't bear it any longer: "I am the grandson!
...
Deafening.
Society died on the spot.
The teachers in other classes who were pretending to be deaf and mute couldn't help but turn their heads and press their hands down, signaling to keep a low profile, otherwise they would be overwhelmed.
Only then did Liu Yue realize that he was too high, the volume was out of control, the blood rushed to the dark skin, and it grew into a ripe pig's liver. He bit his back molars hard, and took a look at Song Yan.
However, he couldn't say anything or do anything, he just kicked a stone and left the field angrily.
The melon eaters who still wanted to discuss were also lightly reprimanded and stopped by the teachers in each class, leaving only a few whispers left.
Song Yan was not interested in listening, but leaned against the back of the chair and looked up along the gap in the team.
I happened to see Xia Zhiye standing under the rostrum.
Liu Deqing was talking around him, blushing and blushing, and he seemed to be arguing fiercely, while Xia Zhiye just stood there lazily, his whole person was bold and careless.
Song Yan never thought that he would do such a thing.
Never expected to end up with this effect.
After all, this matter has been going on for so long, neither Qin Qing nor Song Minghai have ever called to ask a question, it is clear that he is fighting alone, and it is not bad to make Liu Yue lose a little ugly.
But didn't expect that someone would go crazy and insisted to get Liu Deqing's ugly share back together for him.
And the scorching sun is slowly rising behind the man.
The young man is tall and jade-like, frank and meaningless, with a striking, arrogant and decent body.
Song Yan suddenly felt much better.
This was the time when one of the few people in his more than ten years of life stood up for him.
From this point of view, it is not a loss for him to be a gang, at least he has a good tablemate.
Just thinking about it, the flag-raising ceremony has already reached the awarding stage.
The host's words were eloquent: "Let's congratulate the winner of this Progress Award, Zhang Mianmian, class 2 and 1, who stepped forward to receive the Lifu Scholarship of 1,000 yuan!"
Song Yan tutted softly.
Little Fatty turned around when he heard the sound: "What's the matter, Brother Yan?"
Song Yan said casually, "It's nothing, I just think it's a pity that Xia Zhiye didn't get the Progress Award."
The little fat frowned immediately: "What did you say, Brother Yan?"
Song Yan didn't understand: "What?"
"If you kill Master Xia, he won't be able to get the Progress Award."
"How to say?"
"This bastard is the first in every exam, where's the room for improvement?"
"?"
"If you don't believe me, listen."
The host on the stage was impassioned: "Let's congratulate Xia Zhiye again, class 2 and 1, for winning the first place in this exam and defending the champion!"
"..."
There was thunderous applause and cheers all around.
Song Yan only felt that they were noisy.
Because the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, and he is cherishing his deceased tablemate in advance.