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Chapter 4

The math teacher came early as usual.

Maintaining the characteristics of a regular science male teacher, the math teacher is also a Mediterranean middle-aged man who is already half bald.

Surnamed Chen, Chen Shuyang.

As soon as Teacher Chen entered the door, his face was filled with a spring-like smile. Those who didn't know it thought they had the first average score in mathematics in class nine this time.

In fact, Yang Yan heard that Class Nine was only the third this time.

In terms of the grades of the materialization class of the ninth class, this is definitely not good.

Yang Yan lowered his head, pretending that he was seriously thinking about the last big question that he had completely given up on.

Although the average score of Class [-] was only third this time, Teacher Chen was still very happy. He happily put his iron cup on the podium, and then slowly inserted the USB flash drive and said: "Our class is new. Although the average score of the test is so-so this time, there is still something to be happy about.”

"This time the math grade is first in our class."

Teacher Chen narrowed her eyes and smiled: "But this is what it should be. As for who, everyone should already know who it is. He was the first in the math grade last time."

Yang Yan was thinking about who it was, and Song Yuhe pulled Yang Yan's clothes again: "I heard that this math exam, No.1 and No.2 are more than ten points apart, strong."

"I can't even understand the next few questions. How did you do it?" Song Yuhe scratched his head.

Song Yuhe made up his mind to prepare for physical education in the second year of high school when he was in the first year of high school, and became a member of the huge team of sports students in the third middle school. Now he is even less concerned about studying.

From his preliminary estimate, he should not exceed sixty points in mathematics this time.

"Otherwise, how could he be called Xueba?" Yang Yan said casually.

The boy who took the top math grade in the final exam last time was also in Class [-], Lin Zhihai.

Quite a taciturn person.

Nothing special.

Apart from being good at mathematics, there is nothing worth remembering. I just keep my head down and do my homework every day.

When he was freshman in high school, Yang Yan didn't have a deep impression of him.

Gu Jiming, who had been sitting and fishing for a long time, heard Yang Yan and Song Yuhe talking about the number one math grade, and suddenly became very interested. He leaned over and asked, "Are you talking about math?"

Because we just hang out for a while, everyone is a little familiar, Yang Yan spoke very relaxed: "No, I'm talking about the number one in the math grade."

"Oh, you're talking about me." Gu Jiming said naturally.

Song Yuhe couldn't even hold his pen for copying English words. He shook his shoulders with a smile: "Oh my God! I can only have your shameless strength in my dreams. I want to learn from you and make persistent efforts."

Yang Yan gave Song Yuhe a blank look, and said to Gu Jiming, "Don't bother with him, it's good to have confidence."

On the contrary, Gu Jiming hesitated for a moment, and asked solemnly, "Isn't it me?"

Yang Yan: "..."

It turns out that the new classmate is still the type who can climb up the pole.

When I met him for the first time, I really misunderstood him as a cool guy.

This should be a big brother.

Gu Jiming pondered for a while, and then realized that he hadn't finished the math paper this time, and basically didn't write the previous basic questions.

No wonder he is not number one in mathematics.

of course……

He didn't intend to finish all the papers.

Gu Jiming was annoyed and out of mood.

Anyway, it's okay, Gu Jiming was idle and bored and planned to flip through the language that he could understand at a glance.

It's a pity that after looking through the schoolbag, Gu Jiming realized that he didn't even bring any Chinese documents.

Wanting to borrow a book from his new deskmate, Gu Jiming flipped through his schoolbag and looked up, his dear classmate Yang was obediently holding the paper and going up to ask the teacher a question.

Yang Yan had a math tutoring book in his arms, and he was holding the paper in his hand. His rosy lips were tightly pressed, and his black thin-rimmed glasses were neatly placed on his tall nose, looking very serious.

Like a primary school student, very obedient.

Gu Jiming couldn't help but take a second look.

Just in time to meet the math teacher's eyes, Gu Jiming heard the math teacher say to his new tablemate before he could look away, "Yang Yan, you can actually ask your new tablemate if you are fine, although I don’t have the specific grades here, but it doesn’t mean that he came from No. [-] Middle School, he’s a college bully.”

Subconsciously, Yang Yan also looked at Gu Jiming, Gu Jiming's history paper was still on the table.

Yang Yan blurted out: "Forget it, teacher, I think asking others is worse than asking yourself."

Gu Jiming was silent.

Does he look very stupid?

Gu Jiming looked at his answer sheet again, [-] points.

Gu Jiming was silent.

He seems really stupid now.

The author has something to say: Although I wrote less, I insist on updating!

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