Chapter 148

Species are born with a sense of competition in the environment. No one is born willing to be a loser.

Class 7, the lowest class, the fighter in the learning slag, these inherent labels are not readily accepted at the beginning, but when they are unable to recover, people are used to covering up their real desire with indifferent faces.

Now, the achievement hanging high on the list is the best proof.

"We won! We won! Hahaha..."

The gangsters of class 7, who always show off their ferocity and fight ruthlessly and are avoided by others on the campus, cheered and hugged together, and collectively laughed into fools.

"Hum, what's so amazing? It's not the average score raised by song ruye alone." in the cheerful atmosphere, an inharmonious irony suddenly came into the ramp.

They were stunned, followed the prestige, and happened to see class three students at the other end of the bulletin board. At that time, they were clubbing at the front of the personal ranking list with constipation on their face. The pressure was gloomy. It was obvious that they had known the result long ago.

As the saying goes, it's not that friends don't get together. Now they meet on a narrow road, and the new hatred and old hatred between the two classes light up the smoke of gunpowder again.

"Ha, what's the matter? Does your face hurt? You know the consequences of looking down on others. Now you've changed from the third to the fourth. You must want to spit blood." the people of class 7 are straight at the moment. They won't be ashamed and angry anymore. They just smile and go back.

Falling from the top three to the fourth means that the class number has to change after the school starts. Moreover, it is still pressed by class seven at the end of the crane. Class three is not at ease at this time.

"What kind of cow are you? Do you really think you're in the top three with your strength? If song ruye didn't get the first place, your average score would be a pool of mud." the anger quickly ignited, so that the people in class 3 began to speak indiscriminately, ignoring the reputation of the leaders in class 7, pointing to the personal score ranking and starting a curse war.

Before Dahui and others had time to rejoice that their song god won the first place, they were immediately aroused by the word mud.

"Shit, who's the mud? Have the guts to try again?" the people of class 7 rushed up and immediately surrounded the other end of the bulletin board. Dozens of people crowded together to shout and drink, so that others didn't dare to come forward for fear of suffering from fish in the pond.

"You, what do you want to do? I'm not wrong, but do you want to hit people?" the leader of class 3 was grabbed by the collar and carried into the air. His face was scared white, but his mouth was still unconvinced.

"Fuck you!" the long-term efforts were easily wiped out. The feeling of rubbing fire was no less than that of game equipment being robbed. Dahui clenched his fist and shouted.

Seeing that a dispute would turn into violence, a slender arm in the crowd stretched out and accurately buckled Dahui's wrist.

"Dahui, let him go." Qin Qing's clear and faint voice was indisputable. He removed the other party's clamp with a little force under his hand. He looked at the embarrassment of the monitor of the third class who fell to the ground. He said calmly: "the dog bit you. If you bite back, you will lose your style."

Although she said this to Dahui, her eyes fell straight into the crowd of class three.

"But..." although Dahui pulled back his hand, he still had a gloomy face and said angrily, "I just can't be angry with what these grandchildren said."

What is a pool of mud? It's not based on strength. If they can't bear these, what's their hard work in the past month?

Knowing his resentment, Qin Qing smiled with a good temper, looked up at his high name on the personal score ranking list, and said quietly: "No matter how high my score is, I can't lead all of you to run. Some top students just refuse to admit their failure. Back 10000 steps, I'm also a member of class 7. Shouldn't I put my grades into the average?"

If you want to talk about eloquence, class three will have another 100 mouths, but Qin Qing, who is good at dancing, not to mention that the other party is clearly messing around. Just putting out the facts is enough to make them ashamed to shame.

Sure enough, the voice fell, and a group of people who were originally righteous in the opposite immediately changed their faces. The leader's monitor was stuck with his neck for a long time and couldn't say a word, so he couldn't refute it any more.

And the movement here successfully attracted the teacher.

"What are you doing? You want to revolt, don't you?!" a loud roar outside the crowd stunned the people. When they looked back and saw the teaching director striding forward, they habitually shrunk their necks and lost their anger in an instant.

"You did well in the exam, didn't you? What are you doing here? You want to ask your parents to drink tea!" the familiar reprimand style hardly needs to think. It's like a mechanism or a gun. The teaching director walked into the center of the crowd with eight character steps. When he looked up and saw the particularly handsome face, he was stunned, and then his eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, "You again? Song ruye, what are you doing here with the people of class seven?"

During this period of time, he finally saw clearly that the young man in front of him was clearly the leader of class 7. Everyone only followed her. Where did she look so good in both character and learning.

Aware of the rejection in the other party's eyes, Qin Qing was not angry. Instead, she pointed to the grade sheet on her finger and smiled a little deeper. "Director, we're just looking at the grades. What we promised you before has been fulfilled now."

No one has forgotten the confrontation with the scorching sun on the playground a month ago, and the teaching director still has a fresh memory of what he was set off.

Hearing the speech, I couldn't help but respond for a while, and there was a little unnatural on my face, but I still said with a shelf: "well, I know, it's all scattered after reading. Don't make trouble."

After perfunctory this sentence, the other party will leave immediately with his hands behind his back.

"Wait a minute." in vain, the tone behind his back was raised. The words "not slow but bold" attracted the attention of the whole audience. Qin Qing put her hands in her trouser pocket and walked leisurely to the teaching director. She said vaguely, "director, the average score of our class is in the top three this time. Should it be regarded as an excellent student in your mouth?"

Her voice was gentle and elegant, which sounded like a melodious tune of the violin, but the content of her words made the director brush his face.

"... did well in the exam, so what?" the teaching director held his back teeth for a long time. After all, he had to answer this ironic question.

Just when he thought the matter was going to be exposed, he saw the young man's eyebrows rising obliquely, and suddenly restrained the soft smile at the corners of his mouth. The whole face was a little fierce in an instant.

"What about your apology?"