Fake Slackers

“Classmates, where is the language? How many points can a language take? ”

‘Best grades on the field' scratched his head and said with some shyness: “More than eighty...”

Everyone in the meeting place seemed to find a savior, a bunch of bees poured up, and someone stuffed a cigarette in his chest pocket: "Big brother, my heart, please take it, please don't be polite. ”

“Eighty percent of the language grades, I've only seen in my dreams, how can such good grades fall into our examination room? You're a real loser, a folk expert. ”

“It's really too strong. I'll give you a look later and throw me the answer. ”

“Rest assured, Brother walks more than ten loads, absolutely zero risk, even if I eat the answer, I won't let it fall into the examiner's claw. ”

“ …… ”

The boy surrounded by the regiment drifted all the way around, he thought that he would also try to stay in this examination room next time... it tastes a little better to be a big brother.

Feel yourself full of strength from top to bottom!

No one has ever praised him for failing scores like this!

Xie Yu sat in his seat and turned around, waiting for the Proctor to come to class.

Three fingers squeezed the black pen, turning carelessly, circling and circling, his eyes slightly narrowed, etc., a little tired.

He Dynasty poked Xie Yu's right shoulder with a pen: “Little friend, do you want an answer? ”

Xie Yu's pen “banged” and fell. His fingers were elongated and his bones were particularly prominent, holding that position still.

“You?” Xie Yu held his head with one hand and looked back at him beside his body and said, “Forget it. ”

He Dynasty knew that Xie Yu was mistaken. He leaned back, smiled and reached out his hand, his index finger curled up and gently played Xie Yu's forehead: “What are you thinking, of course it's not mine, it's that little brother over there who speaks sixty languages and eighty...”

It was really light, as if it was just rubbing past.

Xie Yu instinctively rejects such contact, rather than rejecting it, it is more appropriate not to get used to the three words. He stood up with one hand at the desk, leaning forward, and wanted to blow up the head of the dog: “Told you not to always do manual feet. ”

He Dynasty sat at the end and was a little further from the seat to the wall. He even took a few steps back with his chair.

“You have a strong temper,” said He Dynasty, "... be good, stop making noise, take it easy. ”

The noise was a little loud, and the others deliberately looked in the corner and said they didn't know what they were doing. Say it's a fight, it doesn't look like much.

“What are they doing? ”

“I heard from three classmates that Xie Yu and Chao are a bit of basics. ”

“Ah?”

“I didn't really believe it...”

“Which classmate, MasterLink? The news in his mouth is true and false, just listen. ”

That's when the bell rang again.

Director Kang's voice came out of the radio: "Ladies and gentlemen, five minutes from the start of the examination, please return to the designated examination point, the first examination subject: Language. ”

The language here is very strict and the tone is soft, probably trying to relieve the candidate's nervous exam mood, but Director Kang said half of the time, suddenly paused, then the painting style changed again, the voice suddenly increased: “Classmate, which class are you in?! After the exam, you're still playing here. Stop, you come here, you little bastard, you dare to run..."

“ …… ”

When the broadcast was interrupted, some students heard the footsteps of the high heels in the hallway, prompting them quickly: "Shh, the examiner is here. ”

The crowded class calmed down instantly.

He Chao had no idea how to write the words "quiet". He stabbed Xie Yu with a pen again: “I'll pass the answer to you later. ”

Xie Yu whispered two words coldly: "No. ”

He Dynasty: “Why not? Eighty percent of the language. ”

Xie Yuxin said, "What if I accidentally got a higher test than you?"

“Don't worry,” Xie Yu found a reasonable reason, "the score is too high for me. ”

The two inmates were Townsend and Xu Xia.

It's a coincidence that both of them have a strong relationship with the second and third classes.

Xu Xia was probably temporarily transferred. When she walked to the door, she also asked, "Is this the class?" Old Tang replied, "Yes, that's right." Townsend held the century-old and elderly goji health tea in his hand, and as soon as he came in, he dropped the cup, opened the paper bag with the seal on it, and counted the number of papers.

Xu Xia brought a seat cushion and a book, her eyes swept through a circle. When she saw He dynasty, her expression unnaturally froze for a second, and she moved her gaze away.

“Xu Xia.” There are students who recognize it.

“I don't know. How's she doing? The exams aren't rigorous? ”

“He was a class manager before, but was later transferred away... Ask Brother Chao, he should know better. ”

“Brother Chao, Brother Chao. ”

The one close to He Chao really whispered, after all, the high and low qualifications of the two teachers directly affected their fate: “Don, I know, this female teacher beside him, is not strict? ”

He Zhaoxiao smiled and threw the pen in his hand onto the table: “She. ”

He Dynasty just said two words, didn't say it down.

The classmate touched his head, unclear, so I just thought He Dynasty's smile looked a little cold.

Whether the Proctor is strict or not, he should cheat or do it.

These people are not doing very well, they all have a lot of nerve, they play heartbeat, and you can't hesitate to watch the timing.

Rounding it up is like a big action movie.

“You have half an hour left to finish the exam, grasp the questions, and don't start writing to control the speed of the answers. ”

Xu Xia walked back and forth for a few moments. She sat directly in a chair and read a book. Townsend wandered around in the classroom with a cup of water: “Be honest, we are here to learn more than just knowledge, it is more important to learn to be human...”

Townsend said, a turning kung fu, flew from behind him in a ball of answer paper.

“I hope you don't cheat and show your true level. No, it's just not, there's nothing to be ashamed of... just try to make it work in the future...”

The paper pieces happened to fall on the corner of the He Chao table.

Whatever the question He Dynasty did, it was five words “Abandon, Next Question”, with the exception of language. Languages are at least understandable and not illiterate, so every language exam is filled with papers to make up for the regrets that other subjects cannot be dealt with.

After finishing the previous topic, he started writing, writing passionately, and couldn't even fit the plaid.

Looking at Townsend again, He reached out silently and held the paper in his hand.

Townsend did turn around, he stared at the face of He Dynasty for half a day, his expression was a little complicated, eventually he didn't say anything, his hands behind his back, swung away to other places, his mouth nagging a few curly sentences: “... basic requirements, the writing is clear, the curly score is the least that should be deducted, pay attention. ”

As the Twenty or so pointed to an answer, they spent half a day exploring an answer pattern that ultimately came out of a run-of-the-mill line, from the top to the bottom of the battle line, and then from the second row forward.

The student who passed the answer to He Dynasty hinted that he had copied it and forwarded it.

He Dynastically beat an "OK” gesture to reassure him.

Xie Yu still thought that it should be about 40 to 50 points in this language. His half of the exams were blank, and the questions he didn't intend to score should simply not be filled in.

He Dynasty's level of blinding a few answers was beyond his reach.

In the pre-exam language class, Old Tang sent two reading test papers, accompanied by homework, to be collected after class. He watched the He Dynasty seriously and earnestly fill out the emptiness, but filled in all the things that were not right at the tail of the horse. At the end of the day, the answer paper was widely circulated in the class. It was almost seen by Liu Jinhao as a joke.

This exam essay is entitled "Back Shadow”.

Xie Yu worked hard to escape the problem. He studied the problem and felt a headache. He Dynasty shouted at him behind him.

Then the back was stabbed twice more.

“Old Xie,” he whispered, “hands, below. ”

“What?”

“Answer, reach out. ”

He Zhao grabbed the paper group in his hand, leaned forward, his left hand hidden under the table, against the wall, very hidden, Xie Yu reached for it.

Xie Yu leaned back, holding one hand against the edge of the table, and drew the distance between the two men. He lowered his voice and said softly: “I said no. ”

“Don't worry, the brothers in front are still waiting to copy,” He Dynasty knocked at the bottom of the table with his fingertips, urging, "the fate of those people is in your hands, day by day good, trying to develop a charity. ”

The noise of the big fan spinning in the center of the ceiling overshadowed the conversation between the two, with a slightly hot breeze rolling in through the window. The windows in the classroom were clear, and there were seven or eight more papers on the podium, pressed by chalk boxes, and the corners were rolled up by fans, as if they could fly in the next second.

Xie Yu unwillingly drooped his arm and stretched back. He didn't touch it for half a day.

“Where? ”

“Down there. ”

“No.”

“Yes, touch it again. ”

Xie Yu wanted to pry into the hostility and asked, "Did you copy it? ”

I didn't copy. ”He Dynasty remembered Xie Yu's previous saying," I can't afford it, "he said.“... I thought about it and I can't afford it either. ”

“ …… ”

Xie Yu was so annoyed, he leaned back a few degrees. He said that if he could not get it this time, he would let them die. If he copied anything, it would be empty... so he caught the fingertips of He dynasty.

Both are stunned.

The fan creaks and keeps spinning.

With only a few chalk heads left in the chalk box, Xu Xia finally couldn't hold down the test papers on the podium and was lifted by the wind. Xu Xia quickly closed the book and bent over to pick them up.

Xie Yu didn't let go and He Dynasty didn't retract his hand.

After a while of stalemate, He dynasty suddenly moved his finger, his index finger slightly upward, just against Xie Yu's palm.