The new teacher, Yang, was so simple and just a few words, instantly mingled with the students.

Principal Wang looked at the scene in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, and then gave a few words to Teacher Yang before leaving in a hurry.

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In just two weeks, Mr. Yang was almost loved by his classmates. The main reason was that he was too humorous.

Obviously an ordinary thing, when he came to his mouth, he was able to make the classmates laugh so tightly.

Little Rabbit suppressed the mood for nearly a semester, and with the arrival of Teacher Yang, he gradually became cheerful.

Soon the day of Cheng Zhiyan's entrance examination.

Early in the morning, Zhou Zheng prepared a rich breakfast for Cheng Zhiyan. A fritter and two eggs are a must-have item, which means a perfect score of one hundred.

In addition, there are millet porridge, zongzi, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which imply the title of gold list, high school and so on.

Cheng Zhiyan sat at the dining table, silently watching the breakfast at the table full of words towards his mother: "Are you going to kill me?"

"Oh, how can you stupid boy, mother, isn't this the love breakfast specially prepared for your successful entrance exam!" Zhou Zheng glanced at Cheng Zhiyan, waving a shovel in his hand and said to him: "See if you do n’t, you fritter , Eggs! Baby son, you can get a perfect score of 100! "

"..." Cheng Zhiyan's clear eyes swept around the fritters with a bit of disdain, and said lightly, "Mom, don't you know that our perfect score for each subject is 120 ?? If I take 100, Should be down the list? "

"Uh ..." The smile on Zhou's face suddenly froze. "Now it's 120?"

"Even if you don't worry about my grades, anyway, please pay attention to my transcripts?" Cheng Zhiyan said to her silently: "When did I score below 115?"

"Ahem ... then ... then don't eat the churros and eggs!" Zhou Yan quickly removed the churros and eggs on the table and yanked at him: "There! Eat rice dumplings! High school!"

"That stuff is made of glutinous rice. If you eat too much, you will not digest it ..." Cheng Zhiyan stood up slowly and walked outside: "You should eat it yourself."

"Hey ... smelly boy, where are you going ?? You can't eat breakfast, just go to the exam?" Zhou Yan watched Cheng Zhiyan's figure swing to the gate, and shouted at him quickly. .

"I'll go and see if there's white porridge, buns ..." Cheng Zhiyan has stepped out of the door and probed back: "Come back later."

"You ..." Before Zhou Yi had time to say something, Cheng Zhiyan had disappeared from the gate.

The bunny rubbed his uncle's sleepy eyes and slowly walked downstairs, watching Zhou Lei alone in the restaurant, couldn't help but ask, "Hey? Brother Orange Juice ?? He finished his breakfast so soon. ? "

"He went to your house to see if there was any white porridge!" Zhou Yan held the churros in his hand with a sullen tone, and said to the little rabbit with a sullen voice: "Unfortunately, I prepared so many breakfasts for him, and he didn't even look at them! "

The little rabbit probed over and glanced at Zhou Ye's hand, and said excitedly: "Ah, there is fried dough stick to eat, is there any soy milk? I like fried dough stick with soy milk !!"

"Yes! Mom will give it to you !!"