Chapter 150 What? What can be unsafe about books?
Morning reading, Zhang Ningzhi asked in a low voice.
“Are you drinking this?”
Jiang Nian turned his head and saw a small box of fruit milk on Zhang Ningzhi’s table. She stretched out her green-white fingers and pushed the fruit milk little by little to the edge of her table.
Long time no see, this is a great icebreaker for campus men.
“Drink.” Jiang Nian nodded.
Damn, the classic exam skin is back.
He used this thing to hook up in the first place. Bah, he met Zhang Ningzhi. But I was just in a good mood at that time, and I didn’t expect to meet him again later.
The romantic relationship became classmates and they were promoted to the same class. We were in the same group later, and ended up sharing the same table.
In Naruto, you can recall two episodes.
He accepted it and was about to remove the straw when he was poked by his good deskmate.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Zhang Ningzhi said in a low voice with a serious face.
“You can’t drink it now.”
“Why?” Jiang Nian was a little dumbfounded.
Is there anything added to the fruit milk? Mysterious.
“If you drink and have diarrhea, it will affect your exam status.” Zhang Ningzhi looked serious, “So, it is best to only drink pure water and then drink that after the exam.”
Jiang Nian also nodded seriously and made an OK gesture.
“I understand.”
Zhang Ningzhi attaches great importance to this exam, which can be described as a lion fighting a rabbit. After all, it involves promotion, and she doesn't want to take even one percent risk.
For the sake of her peace of mind, Jiang Nian also had a very correct attitude.
Behind the classroom.
Yu Tongjie was calm and composed while reading aloud common translated words in classical Chinese.
Last night he missed a good opportunity and failed to get a good position because of some reasons. I took my books out after the second period. I originally thought it would be full outside.
After all, a large number of people were looking for a place to put their books like headless flies, and some dormitory students moved directly back to their dormitories.
To be honest, at that moment, he was a little panicked.
But soon, he calmed down. Because some general students didn’t want to bother, they simply placed the book basket on the stairs. What a genius!
Logically speaking, the stairs are short and the book basket is large.
It’s definitely not feasible to place them individually, but this group of people put them together layer by layer. It's like building a new staircase with book baskets, so there are more choices.
Yu Tongjie’s book was placed on the stairs, and it was easy to find its place. So, why are those people so anxious to grab positions? Is it possible that the book is still there?
I was halfway through reading on the empty stairs.
Yu Tongjie leaned against the wall, huddled up and rummaged through the exam stationery bag in the book basket. As he turned over and over, a thin layer of sweat gradually formed on his forehead.
The stationery in the stationery bag is half missing, they are all high-end stationery!
He secretly said that it was bad luck, but what happened had already happened and he could only accept it. As for moving books and changing places, he has already messed up, and the Chinese exam is important.
Let’s move it again at noon. Anyway, the few pens in the book basket are a little more ostentatious. The rest are reference books, and the most indispensable thing for senior high school students is reference books.
Who wants it?
Shaking his head, Yu Tongjie returned to the classroom with relaxed steps.
Ring, ring, the bell for morning self-study is ringing.
There was a commotion in the class. Some people went to have breakfast, and some people got off their seats to go to the toilet.
Li Hua stood up, stretched out on his seat, turned around and asked Jiang Nian.
"Are you going to the canteen?"
"No." Jiang Nian didn't even raise his head, still reading the essay template.
If he couldn’t get 600 points in the exam, he couldn’t say that to Zhou Yuting [trash that couldn’t even get 600 points in the exam]. Even if there was little hope, he still wanted to try.
Don’t underestimate the bond of hatred!
When he thought of Zhou Yuting, Jiang Nian remembered the ugly golden turtle son-in-law whom Zhou Yuting was fishing for, the ugly golden turtle son-in-law Liu Feipeng.
Jiang Nian believes that if Liu Feipeng’s face was as handsome as his own, Zhou Yuting would have followed her already.
This is really not bragging, you can still get around in circles with a monthly pocket money of three hundred yuan. He is simply like Mr. Bei among high school students, who more or less relies on his face to make a living.
It can be said that he used to lick dogs, but it cannot be said that he paid tribute.
Three hundred yuan a month is not a tribute. Occasionally, I buy milk tea for Zhou Yuting. Sometimes, after a month's total, Zhou Yuting would still pay a little more.
The poverty ratio is like this, no oil or water can be squeezed out.
But in terms of success, it’s not much. Liu Feipeng occasionally entertains guests, but Jiang Nian rarely goes there. Occasionally he will be responsible for buying water or fruit.
Therefore, there is no such thing as Jiang Nian taking advantage of men. He only took advantage of Zhou Yuting's money a little bit.
He is such a principled person, and he owes nothing to Liu Feipeng, only pure hatred. But since I don’t usually see him, I don’t think much about it.
If possible, he also thought about using his savings of more than 200,000 yuan to severely humiliate Liu Feipeng.
After all, Liu Feipeng is just a son who depends on his father and has more pocket money. No matter how much, he still has 200,000 at his disposal?
Unless his father dies today and the inheritance falls on him. Otherwise, before college, Mr. Liu would probably have only been able to live a poor life of a few thousand yuan a month.
As for what will happen in the future, are you sure?
Brother, if the university starts with millions, don’t be jealous of this idiot.
Of course, this is just a thought, and it is not the return of the Dragon King. This kind of silly plot to show off your wealth is fun when you are pretending, but you have to hold your head and regret it after you are done pretending.
Li Hua left and took Ma Guojun to the cafeteria.
Ten minutes later, the two of them came back smelling like chive pancakes. Li Hua wanted to come over and chat, but Jiang Nian pushed him away with a book.
“Gungungun, you are so wicked.”
In principle, self-study should last until 8:30, and you can only leave the classroom half an hour before the exam starts. However, around 8:15, some people leave early for the exam room.
The classroom was bustling, and many people got up to pack their things. Li Hua has already gone out. This guy only brought two pens and nothing else.
Ma Guojun has rhinitis and habitually puts a packet of paper in his pocket. When Jiang Nian saw him, he took a small packet of paper out of his pocket, which made him feel very distressed.
“Damn it, you and Li Hua are the same, but you still have to rob me if you don’t need it!”
"What you said is wrong. Can't I use it for others if I don't need it?" Jiang Nian touched his face, "What if there is a 1.5-meter white-haired little lolita in front of my seat in the examination room, with the evil king's true eyes."
"You idiot, do you think this is Tokyo?" Ma Guojun cursed.
Jiang Nian was grinning, with a nonchalant look on his face. So what? Anyway, I got a pack of heart-to-heart green tea paper. This is a high-level magical material.
There were already one or two people from other classes waiting in the corridor outside, curiously looking into the class.
“Which examination room are you in?” Jiang Nian returned to his seat to get his things, which he had already packed away.
Zhang Ningzhi has been reviewing her morning reading and self-study carefully, and now she has time to pack her stationery bag. Hearing his voice, he put down what he was holding and looked up.
"It's in this building, 504, it should be upstairs."
"Okay, I'm in the second-grade building, so I'll go first." Jiang Nian was still standing on his seat, carrying a transparent stationery bag and mineral water, looking like he was about to leave.
“Oh, okay, bye.” Zhang Ningzhi waved, then added after thinking, “Come on!”
Jiang Nian smiled and nodded.
“Okay, come on.”
Li Qingrong had left long ago, and Jiang Nian didn’t have to think about whether to go with the squad leader. Examination is not about falling in love, grinding and grinding.
Everyone has their own personality, which makes it easier to get along with each other.
Yang Qiming was walking on the way to the examination room, and hurriedly bumped into Jiang Nian at the stairs. Just as he was about to stumble, Jiang Nian quickly caught him with his quick eyes and hands.
“Thank you.” Yang Qiming suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Between Jiang Nian and Yang Qiming, except for the milk tea shop where they saw him quarreling with his girlfriend. Apart from the misunderstanding between him and Lin Dong, they didn't have much in common.
"It's okay, why do you look so bad? It seems like you haven't slept all night."
Hearing this, Yang Qiming couldn't help but want to pour out his bitterness.
Last night, Huang Cairang kept snoring. Everyone in the dormitory was asleep. He was the only one who was awake. He was tortured by his snoring for half the night before he fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning and asked, damn, I was the only one in the whole dormitory who didn’t sleep well.
But since he and Jiang Nian were just acquaintances, it was difficult to say these words to him. Besides, Huang Cailang was indeed interested in him, and they were almost brothers.
Forget it.
"Hey, it's okay, I have a little insomnia." Yang Qiming and Jiang Nian went down the stairs together and parted ways on the first floor, "Let's go, my exam room is in the first-year high school building."
"Yeah." Jiang Nian walked to the second-year high school building.
On the other side, Ma Guojun forgot to bring his 2B pencil and walked halfway to the examination room before turning back to the classroom.
Although it is faster to buy a pen, it is just a Chinese test for the first time, so it doesn’t matter. You won’t be late and there’s no need to waste money.
Even if it consumes physical strength, it will not have any impact on the exam. If you can’t do Chinese, you can’t do it if you’re energetic. If you walk more, you might do better in the exam.
After finally climbing up to the fourth floor, the big fat man was panting from exhaustion.
“I’m so tired.”
He slowly walked to the corridor and found his book frame from a pile of book baskets. Suddenly, I felt extremely lucky that I followed Jiang Nian to get a good position.
I have to say, Jiang Nian is really something.
Otherwise, if the book basket is placed at the innermost or outermost position, it will either be inconvenient to get the books or the books will not be safe.
What? What can be unsafe about books?
I can only say that I don’t know that schools are dangerous and people’s hearts are dangerous. When I meet some people who are crazy about their books, they look at your book basket as they pass by and they stomp it to pieces.
Is it possible that you still adjust the monitoring? Besides, this is not a corridor, and there is no surveillance.
Ma Guojun found the 2B pencil from the book basket, changed the side of the stairs and walked down. His eyes casually glanced at the bookshelf on the stairs, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a capital "Yu".
"Huh?" Ma Guojun stopped and murmured to himself, "The character "Yu" is written so coquettishly, could it be that idiot Yu Tongjie?
"Why does this idiot put the book basket on the stairs, isn't he afraid of tripping people?"
Ma Guojun looked around and saw no one up and down the stairs. He couldn't help but feel nervous for a moment, and then he decisively raised his fat legs and faced the book basket with a Nike!
Click! A small voice sounded!
I have to say that the quality of Nike’s soles is really good, but the book basket had a big crack.
After doing all this, the big fat man felt guilty and slipped away down the stairs.
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