Chapter 5

"Ah, another test, didn't you just pass the test last week..."

"That's right, I haven't read the book yet..."

The students below all started to complain. The students had a good relationship with this math teacher who just graduated, so they dared to express their dissatisfaction in class.

"Hehe, okay, hurry up, it's only forty minutes, you have wasted three minutes just now, if you have something to say, go ahead and I'll post the paper later." Zhao Ying smiled Said. Although she was not much older than the students, she still let her eat these students to death.

"Alas!" Everyone stopped complaining, and hurriedly cleaned up the books on the table, took out rulers, ballpoint pens, and a stack of straw paper.

Yang Ming slowly put away the algebra book in front of him, wondering if he could cheat for a while and get a higher score.

In fact, Yang Ming also knew that cheating in exams like this is useless at all. Although it can make the score higher, but when it comes to the college entrance examination, the possibility of copying others is basically zero!

But Yang Ming raised his score at this time to make Yang's father happy. As for the college entrance examination, there are still several months left, let's talk about it then!

The paper was handed out, looking at the test paper with the smell of ink in front of him, Yang Ming was really at a loss as to what to do. The first question will not, the trigonometric function cos? Yang Ming knows this cos, because it reads more like Hussein (Saddam Hussein) who was killed by Laomei. As for what it means, Yang Ming doesn't know.

Yang Ming habitually took out the glasses case from his pocket. This is his cheating tool, which is usually only used when playing billiards or taking exams. After taking it out, he realized that the glasses had been smashed by the yellow hair.

Damn, don't let me see you next time! If I meet you again, I'll cut you off and hang it on the TV tower! Yang Ming cursed secretly.

Yang Ming is a typical poor student in the class. In order not to let him affect others, the teacher arranged him on a separate desk at the back of the classroom near the back door.

Zhang Bing sitting in front of Yang Ming is actually not very good at learning, but compared to Yang Ming, he is much better. At least every time he can get on the passing line, Yang Ming can't do a single question.

The relationship between Zhang Bing and Yang Ming is not bad. In the past, Yang Ming wore glasses to copy him during the exams. After Zhang Bing finished, he put the papers aside so that he could see them. Now that he doesn’t have glasses, Yang Ming just has eyes. It's too good to be out of sight.

Originally, Yang Ming wanted to give up, but when he suddenly remembered that the old man gave him a pair of contact lenses, he couldn't help but think of a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Yang Ming took out the small box of contact lenses from his pocket...

"Yang Ming, what are you doing!" Zhao Ying, who was invigilating the exam, came to Yang Ming's place, saw Yang Ming take something out of his pocket furtively, thought he was going to cheat, and immediately scolded him.

If it were any other teacher, they might turn a blind eye to Yang Ming, but the teacher who teaches mathematics, Zhao Ying, just graduated from the normal school this year. It is very responsible. And she never discriminated against Yang Ming because he was a poor student. She had also seen Yang Ming's file before, and won the first prize in the National Mathematical Olympiad in the second year of junior high school. This kind of impressive result is impossible for ordinary students to achieve. Her intuition told her that Yang Ming was a good student and a very smart student before, so something must have caused him to degenerate.

Zhao Ying also wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Yang Ming in her spare time. After all, there was not much age difference between the two of them, so it was easier to communicate with each other. However, Yang Ming usually lost sight of each other, so Zhao Ying couldn't find him after several times of searching.

Yang Ming was startled, his hands trembled and he almost threw the contact lens case on the ground. Looking up, seeing Zhao Ying staring at him, she hurriedly said cautiously, "Teacher Zhao."

"What are you holding in your hand?" Zhao Ying asked, pointing at what was in Yang Ming's hand.

"This?" Yang Ming handed the glasses case to Zhao Ying and said, "Glasses!"

Zhao Ying took the small box and opened it, and it turned out to be a pair of contact lenses, so she handed it back to Yang Ming: "Take a pair of glasses and make it so mysterious! Answer the paper quickly!"

"Got it." Yang Ming took the glasses case and nodded.

Zhao Ying is Yang Ming's favorite among all the teachers. She is young and beautiful. The most important thing is that she doesn't roll her eyes at herself like other teachers, but always asks herself if she understands. If she doesn't understand, she can ask for advice at any time.

This is why Yang Ming was the first to take out the math book when he thought of studying just now. He felt that he was most sorry for his father, followed by Teacher Zhao Ying.

Yang Ming has an indescribable feeling for Zhao Ying, do you like it? love? Or worship? His feelings for Chen Mengyan can be defined as liking, but what about Zhao Ying?

Yang Ming couldn't figure it out either. Zhao Ying's figure, which was hotter than Chen Mengyan's, made him feel like the lover in his dreams in a haze. Compared with Zhao Ying, Chen Mengyan didn't give in at all in appearance, but she lacked that maturity and charm, and more of it was the youthfulness of a girl.

Yang Ming shook his head, put these dirty thoughts behind him, and picked up a piece of contact lens marked with l. Even if Yang Ming is uneducated, he knows that it means the left eye.

This is Yang Ming's first time playing with contact lenses, which are more than twice as expensive as ordinary glasses. He has seen others wear them before, and now he also imitated the way to put the mirror on his eyes.

After wearing both pieces, Yang Ming blinked, feeling pretty good without the slightest discomfort. At first, he thought it was a garbage stall, but now it seems that the old man hasn't fooled him yet.

Not knowing whether the prescription is suitable, Yang Ming raised his head and glanced at Zhang Bing's desk. At this time, Zhang Bing had already finished answering the multiple-choice questions on the first paper, so he put it on the corner of the table so that Yang Ming could copy it.

can not see clearly? Yang Ming complained in his heart. What's the difference between this and not wearing glasses?

Yang Ming tried his best to look forward, trying to see the handwriting written on Zhang Bin's paper. Suddenly, something strange happened! Yang Ming only felt a blur in front of his eyes, just like the auto-focus function of a fool's camera. The words on the test paper seemed to be getting closer and bigger, and Yang Ming could see it clearly!