As soon as the words fell, the classroom was silent.

But this time.

Gao Jie burst out laughing, and said meaningfully, "It seems that this person will still have a bright day, so ah, it's useless to grow your brain, you have to know how to use it."

What's the meaning?

Is she saying that everyone has no brains?

The girl who opened her mouth blushed and stared at Zhou Jie, wishing she could kill her with her eyes.

"can you speak."

Gao Jie innocently spread his hands and sighed seriously, "Could it be that what I just said was wrong, that's what I have learned for a long time."

This seemingly ordinary sentence is full of endless irony.

Song Yayin listened to the two of you coming and going, her eyes fixed on Zhu Lanzhi, and she said with a hoarse voice.

"Don't say it, Lanzhi, no matter what, you will always be the best sister in my heart," her pale face showed a radian, which made people feel pity.

Hearing her "true feelings", Zhu Lanzhi didn't feel any fluctuation in her heart, but wanted to laugh a little.

I'm afraid it's always the culprit.

Every time she encounters an accident, she looks weak and aggrieved. Now these words seem to be revealing the truth, but in fact it is just a dowry for her own personal design.

"Then I really thank Miss Song."

She rolled her eyes, said a sentence without smiling, and went back to her seat and sat down.

This scene of a class was quickly spread to all classes, Xiao Yao lazily complained, "That's it, it might be more interesting to fight."

"That's right, pay more attention and join in the fun whenever there is a fight."

Wen Yu also had a look of lack of interest, but he still had some expectations in the second half of his sentence.

heard.

Everyone in Class 6 is helpless, what are your hobbies, so you want to see people fight.

"Qi Qi, what do you think about this matter?"

Xie Shuyao looked at the girl who wrote the question seriously and asked softly.

"No idea." Lu Jinqi didn't lift her eyes, her tone was dull.

Plastic will shatter but it is normal operation, when can sharp cut people be useful.

"Okay, Sister Qi is not interested, so let's write questions."

"Liu Hai, you really have to write the question quickly, otherwise, with your progress, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up with us."

A girl raised her hand and rubbed her neck, joking with a smile.

"Siyu's words are good. You boy mixes with the crew every day, and the progress is halfway down. You really have to write quickly."

When Liu Hai heard them joking, he pouted and said with an expression you don't understand, "Cut, then you're going to be disappointed, and I'm going to fail."

During this period of time, he was filming in the crew during the day, and frantically writing questions at night, and he lost a lot of weight.

As a result, his mother kept smiling with satisfaction, not feeling sorry for her son at all.

The words fall.

Everyone was quiet for two seconds at first, and then exploded again with Ke Zihao's groaning sound.

"You can do it, kid, it's not in vain for Sister Qi to be so diligent."

"I thought it was a bronze, but you actually followed us to become the king."

A group of people chattered non-stop, the girl's eyebrows and eyes suddenly climbed into impatience, and the end of her eyes was also full of irritability.

"Shut up."

The cold tone without the slightest warmth made everyone tremble, and they sat down obediently with their mouths covered for a while.

Xiao Yao couldn't help shivering because of the cold air beside him, and gently moved his chair aside.

I'll go, Sister Qi's air-conditioning is about to freeze.

His little movements didn't escape the girl's eyes, he just glanced lightly, and then lowered his head to write the question.

...

"Teacher Zhang."

Song Yayin stood at the door of the office and called out softly.

Hearing the voice, Zhang Lin looked up, and frowned immediately after seeing the person coming.

She beckoned and said in a bad tone, "What are you doing here if you don't answer the question?"

Song Yayin bit her lip, "I still want to fight for a place in the competition."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin's face darkened, "Didn't I tell you that the quota is impossible, can you tell yourself that you can win the competition with your grades?"

Looking at the girl in front of her, she felt annoyed at the same time, and she also hated that iron was not steel. In the past, her proudest student was Song Yayin, but now it is Song Yayin who embarrassed her the most.

"I will try my best to read the information and brush the questions, you can give me the quota."

Song Yayin promised impatiently, and a dark light flashed through the depths of her eyes.

If it weren't for the school's internal quota, she would have solved this quota with money.

Other teachers in the office sighed when they saw the two of them doing this.

"Mr. Zhang, since classmate Song has this heart, we as teachers should support her. Otherwise, you can test her. If it's right, give her a place."

Anyway, several of their classes have asked, no one wants this place, it is better to give it to those who want it instead of wasting it.

With the persuasion of other teachers, Zhang Lin had no choice but to nod no matter how unwilling she was.

She got up and took out a test paper from the file cabinet at the back and handed it to the girl, "This is the test paper of the previous competition, I don't ask you to be all right, but as long as your correct rate reaches 80%, I don't care about the number of places. be opposed to."

Song Yayin nodded, feeling secretly happy in her heart, but when she saw the title on the paper, she only felt that her eyes were darkened.

Seeing her standing still, Zhang Lin knew that most of the above questions she could not understand, so she still wanted to participate in the competition.

She is obviously the proud girl who has won the first year in a row, but she wants to go to shoot some TV series.

"If you're not ready, go back first, and come to me when you think you can answer this paper correctly."

Zhang Lin sighed and handed her a step.

"Okay, thank you teacher." Song Yayin pursed her lips and turned to leave.

...

night.

Lu Jinqi pressed his fingers on the keyboard, and a sinister arc appeared.

If you want to participate in the competition, how can you continue the game if you are not satisfied?

On the second floor of Song's house, under the warm light, the girl sat in front of the desk and kept flipping through the math Olympiad materials in front of her.

There were white paper **** scattered all over the ground, and it was conceivable how bad she was now.

suddenly.

At the bottom left of the computer screen, an email pops up.

Song Yayin raised her head disinterestedly but couldn't move it any longer. She stared at the subject of the email, panicked and excited at the same time.

She was sent by a ghost to open the email and saw the dense answers on it. She didn't even want to start recording it. The previous panic had already disappeared.

At this time, she was so immersed in the joy of being able to participate in the competition that she didn't realize why an email full of answers suddenly appeared in her mailbox.

Looking at the things in her hands, Song Yayin showed a proud look and said to herself, "With these answers, the quota is yours."

When her drama is aired, and she participates in the International Mathematical Olympiad, the popularity will definitely not be low.

Seeing her every move, Lu Jinqi leaned back, a chuckle overflowing from his lips.

It's just that in addition to the coldness, there is an unknown strangeness in those dark eyes.

half an hour.

She opened her lips slightly: "Enjoy the dawn before darkness."