Chapter 10 The lucky girl at the desk in front of the exam
At nine o'clock, the exam officially started.
After the test papers were handed out, the girls sat down at their desks and began to fill in the information.
The sunlight dyed the edges of her ponytail golden. The hair is slightly split. There is fine hair on the left side of the face, which is slightly tilted, making it look even more peaceful.
Jiang Nian looked away from his pink neck and felt happy.
It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. Although he relied on memorization time to imprint all the subject knowledge points that could be memorized in his mind, after all, it was the test that determined the senior year of high school.
But there is a beautiful girl at the front table, maybe it’s a good sign.
The two days of exams flew by.
The girl at the front desk really brought him good luck, from Chinese to the last English test. The performance is normal, even a little abnormal.
After going back and forth, Jiang Nian also knew the girl’s name, Zhang Ningzhi.
I borrowed an eraser for the math test.
Before taking the English exam, Jiang Nian thought of taking advantage of other people’s luck. I probably wouldn’t see him again after the exam, so I thought about it and decided what to do.
So while expressing his gratitude, he gave Zhang Ningzhi a box of fruit milk.
No one would dare to pick up this thing outside the school. After all, which girl would dare to drink something handed to her by a strange boy, but there is not so much risk in school.
Zhang Ningzhi hesitated for a moment, said thank you and accepted it.
He didn’t take it to heart. During the last English test, the classroom was so quiet that there was only rustling.
Smelling the smell of ink coming from the test paper, Jiang Nian's hands were shaking a little. Probably because this is the last exam, or maybe because half of the short-sleeved shirt is wet.
The setting wind blew outside the door, causing his row of white teeth to bump together, making them sore and numb.
My heart is beating like a drum and my head is so hot.
"It's okay, "Chinese is estimated to be a minimum of 100, mathematics should be 100, and science and technology should be above 210," he muttered in a low voice while doing the paper.
"I will get 20 points for English composition, ten points for listening, and 130 for English. ”
Five hundred and four is just his estimated minimum score. It is not a particularly high score for a paper with a full score of seven hundred and five, but it is already very high in the parallel class.
If these games are really For the college entrance examination, a double-level exam is more than enough.
Jiang Nian estimates that after this test, he should be able to get the first place in the class. If everything goes well, it shouldn't be a problem to get into the science Olympiad class.
When we left the examination room at 4:30 in the afternoon, everyone packed their things and prepared to go back to the classroom and tidy up their desks.
The exams were taken for two consecutive days on the weekend, and the evening self-study on Sunday was originally used as a holiday. In other words, from now on after the exam, the whole evening will be free.
The classroom was noisy. Some people chose to go straight to the Internet cafe, while others chose to restore their seats before leaving.
The class, corridor, and the entire third floor of the high school building were extremely noisy and lively, with some people discussing the test papers. There were people chatting around the teacher, clapping their hands or beating their chests with regret from time to time.
There are a lot of people changing classes, and there are many new faces in the class. Either a few people gathered in front of the draft paper to check the calculations, or they talked and laughed loudly, or they made an appointment to go to the Internet cafe.
Jiang Nian bent down and easily lifted his heavy book basket. As soon as I straightened up, I saw Zhou Yuting walking in, looking around the classroom, probably looking for someone to move books.
As he passed by, Zhou Yuting called out to him.
“Jiang Nian, can you help me move the book? It’s very heavy and I can’t move it.”
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"When someone of the opposite sex who is actually having a breakup but not nominally not having a breakup asks you for help, it's best to pretend not to hear"
Jiang Nian turned a deaf ear and took two steps forward before looking back.
“Huh? You called me?”
"Well, can you help me move the books?" Zhou Yuting said, probably because of the weekend exam, she was wearing a white cotton skirt, "By the way, help Yingying move it."
Sun Yingying is Zhou Yuting's plastic best friend, and she is interested in Liu Feipeng.
"Oh, why don't you ask Le Zhi to help you?" Jiang Nian glanced at her and raised the corner of his mouth, "He will definitely be happy to help you move the books."
Zhou Yuting was stunned when she heard this. Of course she knew that Le Zhi would help her. But Le Zhi is too annoying. Jiang Nian doesn't know how to push and nag, and he is also good-looking.
Although Zhou Yuting would not consider finding a poor man like Jiang Nian as her boyfriend, having a good-looking licking dog would also increase her value.
"He's so annoying, it's better to find you."
Jiang Nian originally wanted to mention her last birthday party, so he took the opportunity to mock her back. But then I thought about it, I was about to be promoted, why would I bother with this?
If you make a girl cry, you can’t win.
“Yeah.”
He responded coldly, turned around and left with the book basket in his arms.
Zhou Yuting stood there, originally thinking that Jiang Nian would come back to help her after putting down the book. As a result, no one was seen after waiting for a long time. When I went out to take a look, my nose was almost crooked with anger.
Jiang Nian went to the next class to help a girl move books.
She swore that she would never look at Jiang Nian seriously in the future. I won't say a word to him again. Do you think that you will worry about gains and losses?
"No need, I can just move it myself." Xu Qianqian looked at the people around her, a little embarrassed, "They will ask you to move with them later."
"Just move it, it's easy." Jiang Nian looked indifferent.
"That won't work, their books are too heavy." Xu Qianqian frowned, "You can go directly later, wait for me at the school gate, I will be there in a minute."
Unknowingly, Xu Qianqian has become accustomed to going home with Jiang Nian.
“Okay.”
After moving the books, Jiang Nian left the teaching building and looked back at his class. Suddenly I felt a little hopeful, looking forward to the day when the results would come out.
Today is Sunday. They should all be out tomorrow. The shift change will be next week.
After a while, Xu Qianqian walked out with her schoolbag on her back, looked around and spotted Jiang Nian. So he tightened his schoolbag strap and walked towards him.
Some students nearby saw this scene and couldn’t help but stop and watch.
I originally thought I could read some gossip about puppy love, but in the end, I just walked away calmly and even took out the paper.
"Can you get 540 this time?" She asked with a frown, "I heard that under normal circumstances, lower-level shifts must get 550 to be stable enough."
The two were walking side by side, Jiang Nian almost suffered a cardiac arrest when he heard this.
No, buddy, I’ve already done it, so I can’t play like this, right? You Olympians are all Ultraman Seven, don't you have many connections?
When Xu Qianqian learned Jiang Nian’s rough thoughts, he couldn’t help but let out a cry.
“It’s because of the relationship, so we need higher scores. People can stay at the Olympiad even if they get 400 points in the exam, what does changing shifts have to do with them?”
It’s too realistic, the human society in a small county is like this.
"Okay, let me check your English answers with you." Jiang Nian took a deep breath, "How did you do in the English test this time, full marks, right?"
Xu Qianqian snorted, showing three parts sarcasm, three parts pride, three parts carelessness, and one part pride.
“What do you think?”
Neat wires cut through the dusk, and night falls quietly.
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