Su Nanxu didn't know how he got back to the classroom, only that his palms were hot and the strawberry-flavored toffee in his mouth was very sweet.

Those blue post-it stickers were carefully collected by him.

Suddenly, he felt a resentful breath coming from beside him.

Zhang Liang looked at him with "he is very happy" all over his face.

Su Nanxu pulled up the pencil case, "What's wrong?"

"My cup! You actually put it at the door of the men's toilet! Even if you don't want to fetch water for me, you don't have to treat it like this, woo woo woo, my poor little one, it just died like this!"

Only then did Su Nanxu think of the two cups that she had just thrown away, "Cough, it's okay, don't you still have my cup to accompany it, don't worry, they won't feel lonely on the road."

Zhang Liang put away his resentful woman, "I said, boy, what made you so anxious? You ran away in a hurry. Could it be that you saw the girl you like?"

The rustling sound of writing at the same table suddenly stopped, and he asked abruptly, "What girl?"

Su Nanxu wanted to go up and block Zhang Liang's mouth, but unexpectedly, a hand stretched out from behind and put an arm around his shoulder, preventing him from moving.

He tried his best to wink at Zhang Liang, telling him not to talk nonsense.

Qili Zhang Liang walked past him, with a look of gossip vowing to make things big, "Brother Bei, just now my son said that he has a crush on a girl with a thin waist, long legs, and a perfect face. These are his exact words!"

The hands on the shoulders tightened slightly, "Slender waist and long legs? Kid, you still have this habit."

"How is it possible? You listened to his nonsense. It's not like you don't know that he runs the train with his mouth full every day."

"Waist, thin, legs, long." Ji Bei bit these words on the tip of his tongue again, and looked at the person in his arms, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Except for one physics class in the afternoon, the rest are sub-classes, which is convenient for Ji Bei to do the questions.

Su Nanxu consolidated the knowledge points of the math paper in the morning.The second time he did it, he was able to write the answers quickly along the line of thought of the questions. In order to test the results, he grabbed Wenxi and explained the questions to him.

"understand?"

Wenxi looked at him with big ignorant and innocent eyes, and shook her head, "I don't quite understand."

"What don't you understand? Let me tell you again."

"All of them."

"...Okay, it's okay, probably I'm not good enough." Su Nanxu decided to give up, "By the way, how about your Chinese paper? Have you shown it to Li Yuan?"

"I've seen it." Wenxi's expression was very frustrated, "Brother Li Yuan said forget it this time, and try harder next time.

"Isn't this good? Why are you so sad?"

Wenxi looked past him, looked at the two people sitting in front, and sighed faintly, "It was that stinky grapefruit who begged for me. I can't compare to him in anything. I'm not as smart as he is, and I'm not as good as his grades.Not to mention the importance in Li Yuan's heart, boy, do you think I'm a bad guy, a failure."

"Despite anyone's obstruction, Qianli Zhaozhao came back from England.

"...Thousands of miles away."

"Does that matter? It doesn't matter."

"Well, it's not important." Su Nanxu shook his head quickly.

"The important thing is that I always thought that the distance was the biggest problem between us. I thought that as long as I returned to him, we would be able to change back to what we were before, but now..."

The chestnut-haired boy had sad eyes, which made Su Nanxu feel pity for him.

Perhaps, Wenxi in the original book didn't choose to join forces with his cousin, and he should have realized this problem earlier, so he wouldn't commit one wrong thing after another.

"It's all your cousin's fault!"

"Huh? My cousin?"

"Huh? What do I care?" Ji Bei looked up at him suspiciously.

Su Nanxu's careless remark drew rhetorical questions from the two of them.

He shuts his mouth, then makes a lame excuse, "Not about you."

"But I'm just such a cousin."

Su Nanxu smirked at him, "Good boy, don't interrupt the children in the adult's business."

As for Ji Bei, heh.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and do your questions!"

Quickly peeling off a strawberry caramel and stuffing it into Ji Bei's mouth, he looked away guiltily, turned around and took out a book to read.

Ji Bei took a bite of the toffee, reminiscing about the sensation of his fingertips touching his lips just now.

I'll let you off this time.

After school, Li Yuan and Ruan You were going to study in a coffee shop near the school, and Wenxi naturally wanted to follow.

Su Nanxu didn't understand. He thought Wenxi had figured out what he said before, so why is he still rushing?

Ji Bei packed his things, saw that he was still in a daze, and patted his shoulder lightly, "What are you thinking about? You're so preoccupied."

"Wenxi is also your cousin after all. Don't you worry about him at all?"

"Worry? There's nothing to worry about."

Su Nanxu rolled his eyes at him, "Can't you see that Li Yuan doesn't like him at all? He pursues so hard, and there will be no good results. When the time comes, he will be sad and hurt himself. What if he can't think about it?"

"It's not so easy to think about liking someone, let alone let go so easily. If he really wants to hit the wall, no matter how much others persuade him, it will be useless."

After Ji Bei finished speaking, he found that Su Nanxu was staring at him without saying a word.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just didn't expect that such words would come out of your mouth." Su Nanxu suddenly approached and whispered in his ear, "Brother Bei, tell me the truth, you know so well, do you have experience?"Hundred battles?"

Ji Bei was stunned for a moment, and then he pushed his fluffy head away speechlessly, "Is this kind of chicken soup for the soul hard to say? It's not so easy to get 130 in the Chinese test."

Now it was Su Nanxu's turn to be speechless.

He boasted that his Chinese language was not bad, but at most it was around 115, and if he could get 120 in the exam, he would be considered a high-spirited student.

Okay, sure enough, people are more popular than people.

"Hmph, for the sake of using your brain later, I don't care about you."

Speaking of this, Su Nanxu suddenly pulled Ji Bei up and started running.

"The cafeteria only has a pot of big chicken drumsticks at night, so if you go late, you won't be able to grab them!"

In the end, Su Nanxu snatched the last big chicken leg by virtue of his three-inch tongue, and put him in Ji Bei's bowl, "Here, make up for it, I heard that mental exercise consumes the most energy, listenWenxi said that you didn't eat much at noon, so hurry up and eat more."

I don't know if the school cafeteria has changed chefs. The chicken legs tonight are so delicious that Su Nanxu's mouth is watering.

Ji Bei was amused, and used chopsticks to remove the chicken thigh meat from the bone, split it in half, and gave it to Su Nanxu.

"Half for one person."

Su Nanxu originally wanted to refuse, but he was really greedy, so he stopped being polite and swallowed the chicken leg meat in twos and threes.

That is a fragrance!

"Ji Bei, from now on, let's go home after eating in the cafeteria at night, and order takeaway if we go back."

"Um."

All Su Nanxu's attention was on the delicious food, so she didn't pay attention to the corner of the mouth of the person in front of her who couldn't hold back.

After eating, the two walked around the playground to digest food.

As the sun sets, the last ray of twilight gradually disappears, and the moon climbs up the branches quietly.

The seniors and sisters in the third year of high school began to study by themselves in the evening, and the whole campus became quiet.

Su Nanxu checked the time, and it was ten minutes before seven o'clock.

"Ji Bei, we should go."

It's time to show your true strength!

Get ready to tremble, fellow contestants!

Su Nanxu was faintly excited.

On the other hand, Ji Bei, still expressionless, let out a faint "hmm".

The two walked out of the playground, but stopped together in an extremely tacit understanding.

"Do you know where the competition class is?"

"……have no idea."

Ji Bei was silent, while Sunan was numb.

"Don't panic!" Su Nanxu took out his mobile phone, "Ask Zhang Liang, he must know."

Sure enough, he got an answer quickly.

"It's on the fifth floor of the Third Teaching, and the school's competition classes are all on that floor."

The three teachers are all in the third year of high school. At the moment, the lights are brightly lit. The students in every classroom are immersed in the questions. Almost no one whispers to each other.Questions and huge countdowns instead.

The high school that Su Nanxu used to go to was very bad. As soon as the third year of high school started, the teachers of the school began to introduce them to various technical schools and health schools, saying that instead of wasting a year, it is better to sign the agreement early and prepare themselves.

On the day of the college entrance examination, less than five students in the class took the college entrance examination, and the admission rate of the final school graduates was as high as 80%.

Therefore, he had never felt this kind of atmosphere of struggling for the college entrance examination, and found it a bit novel.

But now that time is running short, he just took a second look.

Climbing up to the fifth floor, Su Nanxu was almost out of breath, but Ji Bei was fine, his face wasn't red and his heart was beating.

Also, playing basketball regularly is definitely good for your physical fitness.

Su Nanxu glanced at her skinny arms and legs, alas, forget it, let's not mention it.

The people around him stopped suddenly.

Su Nanxu just wanted to ask what's wrong, but then he also found something unusual.

The fifth floor was also very quiet, but strangely, few classroom lights were on.

"It's only one minute before seven o'clock. Hasn't the competition class started yet?"

"I don't know, ask someone first."

There was a faint light coming from the innermost classroom, and the two walked one after the other.

Su Nanxu sent a message to Zhang Liang while calming down, asking if he had given the wrong address.

I kept my head down and my neck was a little sore.

He turned around, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pale face staring at him with wide-eyed eyes on the window of the classroom next to him!

"Fuck!" Su Nanxu was taken aback and jumped forward.

He hugged Ji Bei's neck tightly, buried his face on his shoulder, and his voice trembled, "Ghost! Ghost!"

Suddenly a person came up on his back, and the inertia almost knocked Ji Bei down. Fortunately, he held on to the wall next to him and stood firm.

He looked in the direction of Su Nanxu's finger, and was speechless for a while, "Brother, this is a plaster head."

"I don't believe it! Unless you let him speak!"

"...Don't you think it's more frightening to let the plaster head speak? Let go first, I'm about to be strangled to death by you."

"I don't!"

Ji Bei had no choice but to hold Su Nanxu's butt, lifted him up, walked to the window, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and illuminated the situation inside. It was indeed an art classroom.I don't know who deliberately changed the position of the plaster statue facing the window, and it was really scary with the green light from the "Emergency Passage" sign printed on the corridor.

"Children, say hello to him, Mr. Ren is so cute."

Su Nanxu quietly opened a slit and saw that it was indeed just a plaster statue, so she jumped off Ji Bei's back.

Leaning on the wall, he patted his chest, "I'm scared to death, why is there such a thing in their competition class?"

"The competition class should not be here, this floor should be the art class."

"Huh? So we went wrong? Zhang Liang really lied about the military situation."

At this time, the screen of Su Nanxu's mobile phone lit up.

The message to Zhang Liang just now was finally replied.

The "Gentleman on the Liang" refers to the new three teachings, and the old three teachings refer to the third graders.

"Why does a teaching building have to be divided into new and old? It's already 7:05, we have to hurry up."

"It's okay." Ji Bei grabbed his wrist, "Let's go slowly, the third year of high school is studying at night, so it's not good to make too much noise."

"makes sense."

After the two left the teaching building, they ran to the New Three Teachings.

At this time, fifteen minutes had passed since seven o'clock.

There are not many people in the classroom, no more than fifteen people in total, and Su Nanxu saw the three people on the roof today at a glance.

Ji Bei turned to look at him, "You go to the classroom next to me and wait for me, finish the paper in the afternoon, and I will check it later."

"Oh, good." Su Nanxu obediently agreed.

He couldn't help with the next thing.

However, he believed in Ji Bei.

When Ji Bei appeared in the classroom, almost everyone was shocked.

Wei Gaoyang put down the pen in his hand and sneered, "I thought you were afraid to come."

Ji Bei randomly found an empty seat and sat down, with a casual tone, "I went to the wrong classroom, your competition class is a little hard to find." He paused, looked up at the clock on the wall, "However, there is enough time left.gone."

Wei Gaoyang only thought that he was still pretending to be aggressive, lowered his head and continued to work on the problem.

The questions this time are simpler than the questions in the league, and he should be able to get 85. As for Ji Bei, there are eight fill-in-the-blank questions and three major questions on the test paper, but there are no multiple-choice questions to confuse him.

Yang Shuo, who was in the math competition class, was originally teaching the third year of high school, but principal Zheng asked him to come because there was no one there, so he didn't know Ji Bei.

Yang Shuo pushed down the eyes on the bridge of his nose, frowned and said: "Student, did you go to the wrong classroom? We are taking an exam now, please don't disturb me casually."

"I'm also here for the exam, please give me a paper."

Yang Shuo wanted to say something else, but a classmate in the corner explained, "Teacher, he is the Ji Bei on the list."

Speaking of this name, Yang Shuo is no stranger to it. Although he still has doubts in his heart, he glanced at the time and handed him the test paper. "Test first, and talk about the rest later."

Almost half of the students in the classroom are watching the show. Anyway, they can't solve most of the problems. Why don't you see what the bottom one in the grade is like when facing a math competition.

Ji Bei picked up the pen and glanced at the title.

The first is to solve the inequality, which is fairly simple, and the correct answer can be calculated in less than three minutes.

When Yang Shuo first saw the messy drawing on the draft paper, he thought it was a ghost drawing.But when he saw Ji Bei fill in the correct answer on the answer sheet, his eyes suddenly widened like copper bells!

This is impossible, right?

Although this set of papers is not difficult, the calculation is too fast, right?

However, at the moment when he was shocked, Ji Bei had already calculated the second parabola problem, so far, the correct rate is 100%.

At this time, Yang Shuo couldn't control the whispering voices in the class anymore, so he directly dragged a chair over and sat in front of Ji Bei.

Wei Gaoyang frowned, what does Teacher Yang mean?

A boy next to him came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Gao Yang, hurry up and do the questions, don't worry, Teacher Yang must be watching him because he is afraid that he will cheat."

"En." Wei Gaoyang suppressed the panic in his heart and continued to work on the question.

Ji Bei draws casually on the draft paper again, and the answer to the third question is about to be written on the answer sheet.

Yang Shuo waited with bated breath, but the nib of the pen stopped abruptly at this moment.

Ji Bei glanced at him, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, "Teacher, do you need to take care of class discipline?"

Only then did Yang Shuo calm them down perfunctorily, "Do your own questions, don't whisper."

The classroom fell silent.

Ji Bei continued to work on the questions.

The difficulty of the third function question has increased a lot, but he still got it right.

Of the eight fill-in-the-blank questions, the first six were done very smoothly, the seventh trigonometric function question took a little time, and the eighth question, Ji Bei gave up without hesitation after reading the questions, and started to work on the next big question.

The overall difficulty of the three major questions is not difficult, but there are too many classified discussions on the second question, which caused the last question to be unfinished when the bell rang.

But Yang Shuo looked at his way of answering the question. If he had enough time, he could get at least fifteen points for this question.

For an entire hour, he was completely stunned.

It's not that he thinks the kid in front of him is so strong. After all, he can do these questions. It's just that he really can't associate him with the legendary dude who is ignorant and fails every exam.

He couldn't calm down for a long time, but he didn't forget the teacher's responsibilities, "Wei Gaoyang, put away the papers, those who should go to the toilet, those who should drink water, let's talk directly in the next class."

After writing the last number, Wei Gaoyang put down his pen, full of confidence.

He wrote a semi-major question this time, and he might be able to get into the 90s.

Collect all the papers from the back to the front, walk to Ji Bei, condescending, eyes full of contempt, "Master Ji should have finished writing...your name, right?"

Ji Bei put down his pen, "Well, it's finished."

But when he picked up the paper, the shock in his eyes was no less than that of Yang Shuo.

How is this possible?

He must have written nonsense, right?

But who would blindly write (-∞, -12) ∪ (9, 12) this answer!

He couldn't help looking at Yang Shuo, hoping that the other party could tell him that it was copied by Ji Bei.But obviously, Yang Shuo stared at this place for an hour, how could he have the opportunity to copy it!

Yang Shuo took the test paper from Wei Gaoyang, took out the red pen from his breast pocket, and started marking.

The first paper to be corrected was naturally Ji Bei's.

At this time, the rest of the class also gathered around.

Wei Gaoyang swallowed nervously, until Yang Shuo neatly marked √ on the first seven fill-in-the-blank questions, and he was completely confused.

There were exclamations all around.

"I'll go! Only one fill in the blank question is missing!"

"I got fifty-six points for the fill-in-the-blank questions alone, that's great!"

"I have done the next two big questions, and I have written half of the last question. This is definitely worth 100 points!"

"No one in our class has passed 100 points in the exam for so long."

Because he already knew the answer, Yang Shuo quickly calculated the score.

Ninety-eight points.

Originally, it was indeed possible to score a hundred, but Ji Bei's handwriting was indeed too self-indulgent. He deducted two points because he couldn't read a letter clearly.

But this result still stunned the entire competition class.

Their original students this year were not very good. The teacher of the previous competition class went home to give birth, and Yang Shuo had no experience. He thought that the league was going to be gg this time, but he didn't expect a great master to come out suddenly!

Yang Shuo was also very satisfied with the results of this paper, "Your name is Ji Bei, right? Why didn't you come to the competition class before?"

"I'm sick." Ji Bei lied without blinking.

"Question 8, do you have any ideas?"

"Yes, but time is too tight, and combination questions are not my strong point."

"You were 20 minutes late before, if you are given another 20 minutes, can you write this and the last question?"

"Yes." Ji Bei replied without hesitation.

But somehow, they all believed that he really had this strength.

Ji Bei got up, packed his things and prepared to leave.

Yang Shuo called him, "Are you leaving? I have to give a lecture later."

"If you are going to talk about this test paper, then there is no need for me to stay."

Yang Shuo choked, what he said seemed to be true.

Ji Bei walked to the door of the classroom, stopped, turned around and looked at Wei Gaoyang who hadn't recovered yet, "Don't forget the conditions you promised me."

Wei Gaoyang's face turned blue and white.

At this time, Yang Shuo also finished reading his papers, "That's right, eighty-nine, one point away from ninety, keep it up, it should be about the same for the league and the province."

However, there was no happy expression on Wei Gaoyang's face.

Ji Bei walked to the empty classroom next door, and Su Nanxu sat in the first row by the window wearing headphones.

After finishing the last question, put down the pen and stretched.

Seeing the person standing outside the door from the corner of the eye, he immediately ran over excitedly, "The exam is over? How is it? Are they all shocked! The Great God is by my side!"

Ji Bei took off his earphones, curled his lips, and sighed intentionally, "Oh boy, the teacher in their competition class is so fierce, and he sat next to me and stared at me during the exam for a whole hour, heDidn't even bat an eye, it was scary, like, like..."

"Like a vicious cobra!" Su Nanxu helped him add, with an angry face, "Let's go, let's settle the score with him!"

At this time, a man's voice came from behind, calling Ji Bei's name.

"Ji Bei, wait!"

The two turned their heads to look at the person coming.

The tall man was a little clumsy when he ran, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses, but it didn't match his simple and honest temperament.

Yang Shuo panted and stopped in front of the two of them.

Ji Bei had a polite but rusty smile on his face, "Is there anything else for Teacher Yang?"

"Actually, I want to confirm one thing with you." Yang Shuo took out a piece of paper, which was the draft that Ji Bei typed during the exam just now, and he looked serious, "Isn't this the spell you drew when you practiced it?"?”

Ji Bei: "..."

The author has something to say:

Teacher Yang looked at the incomprehensible draft paper: Hey, Ji Bei is probably a master of metaphysics this time, isn't he doing it?

Ji Bei: Are you polite?