However, Su Qiuge was telling the truth, because in such a short period of time, even if she wanted to fill in the things she had left behind, it would still be difficult, so this time it can only be said that she has performed well and has made great progress. space.

How could she be satisfied before entering the grade one hundred, her goal is...

She silently glanced at Xie Xinglin next to her.

Use magic to defeat magic.

Zhao Minghua didn't act too exaggerated. After all, there were too many students taught before, and he had seen everything.

No one spoke, and none of them seemed to be relieved.

When was this person who didn't do homework before the countdown class turned out to be so powerful?

Some people can’t help but recall that Zhao Minghua seemed to ask Su Qiuge some difficult questions in class these days. She answered all of them correctly. At the beginning, everyone didn’t take this seriously. They thought she had read Xie Xinglin’s answer, but if ——

What if she wrote it herself?

Zhao Minghua observed the performance of the whole class, and she said quietly: "Many students have made progress in this exam. I hope that the next stage exam will continue to be maintained."

She didn't mention Su Qiuge's name either. After reading the results, she closed the form and started to lecture.

After class, Peng Jianda exploded.

He attributed Su Qiuge's progress to--

"Xiaosu, it's hard for you to hide it! It turns out that your bones are amazed by the wizards of Tianzong, but you have never awakened. This time, you were fortunate to be at the same table with Brother Xing, and you immediately called your Ren Duer Pulse, ignited your soul of learning!"

Su Qiuge: "You shut up."

The brother in front of Su Qiuge turned his head and said to Peng Jianda: "According to what you said, when you were sitting at the same table with our class sports committee, why didn't you ignite the soul of sports?"

Peng Jianda was not convinced, "Why not, I have always insisted on physical exercise."

Tang Jie laughed, "I know that. Peng Jianda insists on doing sit-ups every day."

"A supine before going to bed at night, and a sit-up after waking up in the morning."

Su Qiuge: "Hahahahahaha."

As the head teacher, Zhao Minghua communicates with the students every time they finish the exam, whether it is a poor exam or a big improvement. In the afternoon, Su Qiuge was also called to the teacher's office. The desks of a class of teachers are all next to each other, and Su Qiuge is a very special class of students. When she came in, many teachers looked at her.

After all, it is not easy to make more than 500 students at once, and many teachers know it.

Zhao Minghua was changing his homework, and when he saw Su Qiuge coming, he put down the red pen.

She flexed her muscles and bones and said, "I feel that your learning attitude has been greatly improved recently. This is a good thing. The same recent results have also given back to you. I hope you can continue to persevere."

English teacher He passed by the water dispenser to make a cup of wolfberry tea, squinted and said: "Student Xiao Su's attitude towards homework and exams has been much better recently, which deserves praise."

And Tang Ya next door poked her head out and smiled and said: "This time the Chinese has also performed well, the homework is written very well, and the model essays for entering the grade have been sorted out. Just memorize a little bit more and try to make no mistakes. Your level Children must not lose points on the basic questions.

As a top student in the past, Su Qiuge did well in the exams. She has never met so many teachers who praised her together. Her ears are a little red: "Well, thank you teacher."

Zhao Minghua continued: "I heard Peng Jianda say that you have made such a great progress and you have helped you a lot at the same table. I didn't expect that the child usually looks cold and indifferent, but he is actually very enthusiastic and helpful."

No matter how he disagrees in his heart, Su Qiuge also shows a standardized worship smile on the surface: "Ah, classmate Xie is very good, I have asked him for many questions, and I have really gained a lot."

Zhao Minghua nodded: "In that case, you two will not be transferred next month. Let's continue to be at the same table."

"You have made great progress this time. Don't be proud and keep working hard."

The smile on Su Qiuge's face gradually stiffened, "That teacher...or let him help others..."

"Classmate..."

Zhao Minghua ignored Su Qiuge’s demands and continued: “Besides, prepare yourself and join the training of the school competition class next week. Most of the people in one class have participated. Although you have already studied many courses, don’t be nervous. If you can’t keep up, try it. I’ll tell Xie Xinglin to take the time to tell you about the previous content."

When Su Qiuge came out of the office with a look of lovelessness, Peng Jianda was still very surprised. Especially when Su Qiuge saw Peng Jianda, his unlovable expression became gritted teeth again.

Peng Jianda was very frustrated at first, because the teacher sent the report form to the parent group.

His mother sent him a message on WeChat:?

I still remember that Peng Jianda was second to last in the last exam. His mother thought that the reason why he regressed so much was because he was damaged by those brothers, so he said to him: "Don’t play with those whose academic performance is worse than yours in class. Do you understand when Zhu is red and black is close to ink?"

It was a good time, he became the last one.

Then, he watched his mother's WeChat name change from Xia Qinghe to Xia Qinghe (blackened).

Summer Clear Lotus (Blackened): [Smile] [Cooking Knife] [Cooking Knife]

Peng Jianda dared not read WeChat again.

Therefore, he subconsciously thought that Su Qiuge looked at him with such eyes, because he was the leader of the study group but was still dragging his feet.

Not long after, Xie Xinglin was also called to the office.

When Xie Xinglin came back, he couldn't see much change, but if you feel it carefully, you will still find that there is a little difference.

Then Peng Jianda found that the gaze that looked at him today also had an extra layer of chill.

Peng Jianda naively thought that this person was also not satisfied with his countdown score, so he returned to his seat and started to do homework obediently, and secretly vowed that he would never do the last one next time, and the humiliation would be erased!

When Xie Xinglin returned to his position, Su Qiuge saw him with one hand on the table, looking at her with his head sideways, and said slowly, "Because I am very enthusiastic to help you, and you are very motivated when I am at the same table. Do you want to continue?"

Although the two words "very" and "very" were used in this sentence to enhance the tone, the tone was strange and calm. The most frightening thing was that Su Qiuge still heard a strange murderous in it.

Su Qiuge was silent for a while, and said depressed: "I just wanted to say a few words to you in front of the teacher, who could have thought of her suddenly making this opinion, if I had known it, I would not..."

Xie Xinglin said nothing, just when Su Qiuge thought that the short conversation between them would be spent in mutual silence like before, a black notebook was added to her desk.

The boy's slender hand is placed on the notebook, looking cold and beautiful.

Xie Xinglin raised his eyebrows: "This is the notebook of the competition class, read it for yourself. If you think about it carefully, please ask me again."

Su Qiuge had a very correct understanding of his sentence.

——See it for yourself, don't ask me.

Maybe because of Zhao Minghua's explanation, Su Qiuge recently asked Xie Xinglin if he couldn't solve any questions. Although he was indifferent, he would briefly talk to her about the key points. Su Qiuge was not stupid, and just got it right.

The two people kept silent about what Su Qiuge had done before. Su Qiuge didn't know why Xie Xinglin didn't ask. It may be disdain or not at all. Since he doesn't ask her, it is not good to take the initiative to explain what.

She thinks this way of getting along is pretty good. The hero should not retaliate against her. After two months, she and the hero are passersby.

He walked his Feihuang Tengda Road, and she crossed her hard-pressed single-plank bridge.

During the recent period, Su Qiuge likes to endorse on the rooftop of the teaching building during lunch break. There are often very few people at this time, not only the quiet air is also good.

Su Qiuge moved a small stool and sat behind the raised building in the middle of the roof, and started to carry a book in a low voice. I don’t know who made a few potted plants on the roof, and the unnamed flowers grew vigorously.

I don't know how long, there was dialogue in her ear, she was still wondering if she had hallucinations. Until a familiar name fell into her ears, convinced her that someone was talking.

She stretched her head out of the wall with her back, and caught a glimpse of the two people from a distance.

Among them, a very fashionable and sophisticated woman squeezed out the cigarette in her hand, her red lips opened slightly, and her voice came from far away.

"Xinglin, I asked the teacher about your situation when I came here. You did a good job. I know you don't like your mother, but you can't ruin your good future because of your willfulness."

"Compared to outsiders, my mother still loves you the most. Mom will try to give you whatever you want..."

Opposite the woman stood a tall boy with a grim expression.

That was her deskmate, Xie Xinglin.

Although Su Qiuge knows that listening to others behind is bad, she can't go out and say "hello, goodbye" to them now, so she can only retract into the corner.

She remembered the Xie Xinglin she had just seen, and blinked slightly.

He was full of extreme boredom, and his expression was extremely gloomy.

Having been at the same table with him for so many days, she knows that this person is very calm no matter what he is facing, not so much he is cold by nature, in fact, she can more or less just do not care about not participating, and rarely see him in such an emotion When out of control.

The woman said a lot, and then Su Qiuge heard a sneer.

Su Qiuge could even imagine the young boy's eyebrows raised slightly at this moment, arrogant and surly.

His extremely cold voice came: "I said, I don't want to see you again."

The woman frowned, and stepped forward: "Xinglin, why are you so ignorant? Mom had troubles back then. Why can't you understand me? Why do you still have a feeling for your mother after so long? What about prejudice?"

"You have to know that no one can love you more than mom, and no one can give you more now. Your dad is dead--"

The woman let out a scream in the middle of speaking, something was broken, and it made a crackling sound.

Su Qiuge squatted by the wall, not looking at what happened.

She only heard Xie Xinglin say--

"roll."

The tone was already full of hostility.

Then there was the rush of high heels, and the woman left without a word.

The rooftop has returned to the long-lost tranquility, as if the farce just now was just an illusion.

Su Qiuge crouched for a while holding her language book, and after confirming that there was no sound, she stood up slowly. When she stood up, she found that her legs were sore.

She decided that she would not come to the rooftop to endorse in the future, in case she heard of any confidential documents next time and was killed.

She slowly put the stool back to its original place, and then walked to the door of the rooftop.

Just as she was about to walk out of the door, her eyes suddenly darkened, and then she was blocked by one person's arm, only to realize that the boy hadn't gone far, she almost ran into his arms.

She raised her eyes and met the boy's somber gaze.

He is tall, with his elbows slightly bent on the edge of the door frame, his eyelashes are slightly drooping, and he looks at her condescendingly. From a distance, he looks like the ambiguous picture of a girl in his arms, but he vividly interprets it. Killing intent.

"..."

At this time Su Qiuge silently typed two words in his heart:

I giao——

Cool, the vicious female partner eavesdropped on the male protagonist's private incident on the rooftop and was regarded as discovering that this matter was not clear.

The author has something to say: Give me giaogiao~

(Science: giao, a mature modal particle)