Chapter 321

The small test is really small. It takes almost ten minutes to finish one.

In the last ten minutes of self-study, the classroom fell into silence, only the rustle and clatter of writing.

Rustling is the voice of ordinary people writing. Most people like to pad their papers on thick books to write more stably.

The clattering sound is one of the few people like Lin Xiaoxian who want to pad the paper bare on the desk, write words, and tap the nib on the desk to make a clattering sound, which will produce the illusion that they are using a typewriter.

If you were a second form student, such as Li Chi, you would imagine that you were typing a telegram on the battlefield of World War II. The sense of tension, excitement and cool substitution can often make copying homework become hot-blooded.

There is a saying that a man is a teenager until he dies. Don't underestimate the imagination of teenagers. Many times, the colorful YY in his brain is hotter than the biography of Bo Ren.

Dada dada——

Lin Xiaoxian hasn't been a sophomore for a long time. He doesn't necessarily substitute the YY scene of sophomore, but he really likes the sense of rhythm brought by writing like this.

Da da da da!

Unfortunately, this feeling didn't last long. When others had just finished a paper 23, Lin Xiaoxian had finished all four papers, including his girlfriend's share. With his amazing speed, he looked silly at a classmate who looked like a low-level Guo Degang on the right side of the aisle:

"Lin Xiaoxian... No... brother Xian, you... You write too fast?"

"Fast? It's average. "

It's not Lin Xiaoxian's false modesty, but he has indeed slowed down his hand. If he really takes out all his strength, he will certainly make the other party doubt life.

I still remember the last time when I was doing my homework at home, Lin Xiaoxian tried to take out all his strength. As a result, the paper was hot. I don't know if I will directly write the paper on fire.

"Isn't that fast? I feel like there are remnants! "

"Ha ha, it's all practice. You can practice it."

"Practice?"

Low configuration Guo Degang has a tactical backward tilt:

"Don't you two middle school students hang like this?"

"Okay, okay..."

Lin Xiaoxian also gave a negative answer, pointing to his dark circles:

"See?"

"Well, I saw it when you came in the morning. What's the matter?"

"I did it in the middle of the night! Of course, I mean the questions other than the homework of the day. If you brush more questions, your hand speed will naturally come up... "

"So cruel?"

After all, it's the second semester of senior two, and it's normal for hard-working students to brush questions in the evening. However, Guo Degang, a low profile, carefully looked at the concentration of Lin Xiaoxian's dark circles, and couldn't help asking again:

"Brother Xian, what time did you brush last night?"

"No, no, no, you're asking the wrong question..."

Lin Xiaoxian shook his finger:

"You should ask 'what time did you brush this morning'..."

"I'll go! So terrible? "

"So, if you see me with dark circles in the future, you don't have to ask. You're all learning..."

Lin Xiaoxian took this opportunity to set up a "hard brother" for himself, so that he can avoid unnecessary inquiries in case of dark circles in the future.

"By the way, brother Xian, your hand speed just now is really shocking. Why don't you perform again?"

"Performance?"

"Yes, yes, hey, just show me my paper..."

"Go! I'm still sleeping... Oh, by the way, brother, what do you call it? "

"Wocao, brother Xian, you've been here for three days. Don't you know my name?"

"I have a bad memory, so I like to brush questions. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen."

It seems reasonable for Guo Degang to listen to the low configuration, but it's embarrassing to directly say "my name is XXX", so he just opened the title page of his Chinese book to Lin Xiaoxian.

"Guo long... Eh? Are you really Guo? "

"Hey, brother Xian, I know what you want to say. Many people say I look like Deyun society, so my nickname is also Lao Guo."

Not to mention, this Guo long has a bit of Li Chi's inner flavor in his speech and character. Lin Xiaoxian has a simple chat with him. He feels very close. He also misses his good brothers who are far away in No. 2 middle school.

However, it's not time to talk again. Lin Xiaoxian stretched out and yawned. Tears swirled around. He really couldn't afford to come. He folded four papers in the corner of the table and began to sleep again.

"Brother Xian, I'll call you after class."

"Well, what was the first class?"

The curriculum on the blackboard was not updated. Lin Xiaoxian asked casually, but learned that the first class was psychological education!

"No, you're really in class?"

Although Lin Xiaoxian heard that No. 7 middle school opened this course when he came to No. 2 middle school in summer and autumn, he thought it was a face project at that time, but he didn't expect it to be serious.

"Nonsense, or why invite the teacher?"

"Always on?"

"Yes, it started last semester. In addition to psychological education, there is a section of art and a section of music every week. Don't you?"

"No... no..."

Lin Xiaoxian is a little silly, good guy. Isn't this a "bean sprout class" for junior high school and senior high school?

It deserves to be No. 7 middle school. Schools with good resources can really achieve all-round development

"Well, since it's psychological education, I still don't sleep..."

Since it's summer and autumn, Lin Xiaoxian will bear it first.

Because according to his understanding of Xia luoqiu, even in the face of herself, she may not allow students to sleep in her own class. Lin Xiaoxian was afraid that she would disturb the dreams of three children, so he woke up and became a patron saint. I believe that with the deterrence of his eyes, the two goods should not dare to make trouble.

When Guo long heard Lin Xiaoxian say he couldn't sleep, his eyes lit up and gave a thumbs up: Lin

"Oh, brother Xian, one of our generation!"

"Why am I one of your generation?"

"Of course, we refer to Mr. Xia's fans!"

Lin Xiaoxian got goose bumps and sneered:

"Fans? Just her? "

"Oh, brother Xian, you're a fart. Isn't Mr. Xia your life teacher? Super cured sophomore sister! She is good-looking, speaks well, and has three views. Who is willing to sleep in her class?

“……”

Lin Xiaoxian was speechless. I didn't expect Er Huo to have such a high evaluation among seven middle school students.

I really don't know what kind of expression these little fans and little fans would have if they heard teacher Xia's sentence "pee on my face"

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"Well..."

Just then, Lin Xiaoxian next to him saw that Su Yuan was lying on the table. Suddenly, he looked up and looked around with empty eyes, just like a groundhog just out.

"What are you looking for?"

"Looking for... Looking for a husband..."