Chapter 8

The next morning, Wang Zheng rode the motorcycle that Qiu Yu didn't get, and roared the engine to the school. All the way, not only many girls from No.1 Middle School screamed, but also many students from No.6 middle school looked at him.

When Wang Zheng stopped, Su Qing Yuangang just walked into the school gate. Seeing the new car Qiu Yu gave him, she couldn't help pausing.

On Tuesday, there are only three classes in the afternoon, and the last one is the math class of the head teacher.

After talking about the contents of the textbook, Liu Rulan, the head teacher, closed the book and went to the podium: "tomorrow is the test in different classes. The teachers in the second group of senior high school will work overtime on the weekend to judge the papers. The results will be announced next Monday morning, and everyone will go to the new class. A year later, although everyone has a lot to give up, but also to bid farewell to the old class

Liu Rulan is the best teacher in the second group of senior high school. It has long been rumored that she has decided to be a head teacher in class 1 of the experimental class. So those good students in the class are all staring at her, hoping to have a chance to study in her class next week.

"Before I leave, I have nothing else to give you. I recommend a reference book." She took out a reference textbook from her textbook: "the riddle of mathematics is a semi monthly magazine, which must be read by the children in the mathematics experimental class every year. If you want to prepare for the college entrance examination mathematics from now on, you can subscribe by yourself. "

There was a hiss from the boys, and Liu Rulan laughed: "OK, the rest of the time, let's set up the examination room."

"Yuanzi, I really want to sit at the same table with you." Miao Jing packed her schoolbag and walked beside Su Qingyuan with her desk. She said, "it's said that the classroom of senior two is divided into two floors. If we don't get to the same class and are still on different floors, I will cry blind!"

"It's not that serious." Su Qingyuan replied with a smile, but he was very grateful.

Miao Jing studies very well and has always been the top student in her class, but the original owner is the worst. According to the truth, they can't go together. Miao Jing will probably go to the experimental class.

But she said sincerely that she wanted to sit at the same table with her.

Su Qingyuan pursed her lips: "I often go to see you whether I'm together or not."

"I think Miao Jing is tough on you. Don't think about it. Go to class one." Zheng Lei, Wang Zheng's deskmate, is wiping the floor behind him. Now he stops and pokes the mop on the floor: "Su Mei and you can't be in the same class. I think Su Mei and Wang Zheng are in the same class."

"I think you're looking for a fight." Miao Jing put down the table with a smile.

Wang Zheng is half the weight of the original owner, and every exam is in the last exam room. Zheng Lei's words obviously satirize two people's poor study, and also make fun of them. Wang Zheng is listening. Zheng Lei is looking for a fight.

But Wang Zheng didn't say anything. Instead, he asked: "when the exam is over, how can we go to comfort together?"

As soon as Zheng Lei heard that there was a party, he was still in a bar. He was happy to pick up Wang Zheng's shoulder: "go, my treat! Who's going? "

"Go wherever you want." Wang Zheng looks at Su Qingyuan.

Zheng Lei nodded: "go, people are busy!"

Miao Jing took Su Qingyuan's hand and said, "let's go, too?"

Su Qingyuan smiles and doesn't speak.

In the blink of an eye, the three-day placement examination passed. The last subject is English. Dictation and cloze are surprisingly difficult.

Miao Jing went out of the first examination room and listlessly went to the eighth examination room to find Su Qingyuan: "I know that after the examination, we should let it pass. I don't want to, but who wrote this year's dictation paper? The pronunciation of the words is so strange that I can't spell them, let alone write a Chinese translation. "

Su Qingyuan nodded: "today several dictation are from high school English, we have not learned it."

"Well? How do you know? " Miao Jing was surprised: "did you preview?"

Su Qingyuan has long been familiar with the English textbooks in senior high school. She nodded: "yes."

"What's the penultimate one?" Miao Jing seized her hand and carefully recalled: "an K, an C or something..."

“anxious。” Su Qingyuan read it to her in a low voice: "worried."

Miao Jing's eyes lit up: "yes, that's it! Your pronunciation is too standard! What's the last one? "

Su Qingyuan pulled up the corner of his mouth: "Communist, * *"

“**？ My God Miao Jing rolled her eyes: "am I taking an English test or a politics test in a liberal arts class?"

"Jingjing, don't worry." Su Yao had been walking behind them. Now, he quickened his pace and followed them up: "dictation is just a matter of rote memorization. Anyone can learn it later. Even if the spelling and translation are right, it's only 2 points. It's not enough for physics to be a big problem

This remark, with a gun in it, goes straight to Su Qingyuan. It's a satire that she can only memorize by rote, and she can't write science topics.

Su Qingyuan heard it, but he was not angry. He only nodded and said, "yesterday, the two mechanics problems in physics were not difficult. They were not mixed with electromagnetic fields."

Su Yao was stunned: she was still mixed with electromagnetic field. She only solved the first two problems of pure mechanics.It's impossible. Su Qingyuan didn't study all summer. How could his grades improve by leaps and bounds? It must be deliberately deceiving her. I heard a word about electromagnetic field, and I just used it here.

Su Yao can only comfort himself.

She is determined to win the experimental class, but she can't let Su Qingyuan surpass the past.

At this time, Zheng Lei also came up from behind: "comrades, the exam has been finished, what question is right? In the evening, brother Zheng and I made a reservation in comfort. Let's have a good time. You go home and change into more mature clothes, and report my mobile phone number to the front desk at 9 o'clock. "

"Yes." Su Yao nodded, looking at Su Qingyuan: "you also go."

Su Yao still has a good feeling for Wang Zheng, so he wants to follow him from the bottom of his heart. However, it doesn't matter to have a classmate party, but Liu Ying won't let her go to the bar. So she wants to pull Su Qingyuan together, so Su Qingyuan won't go home to complain.

Miao Jing also said, "yes, Yuanzi, let's go together. Just wear that black skirt."

Su Qingyuan shook his head: "forget it, you go."

Before crossing, she was a good student, not to mention bars, but Internet cafes and KTV. Let her go in and out of that kind of occasion when she was a minor, she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart first.

But there's a more important reason why she doesn't want to go - comfort is the most expensive bar in city a and the property of Lu family. She's not sure she'll meet Lu Liao. The divorce papers were all sent. No matter whether the other party recognized them or not, she didn't want to have too much contact with the prince.

But at this moment, more and more students gathered and said that they wanted to be lively together and take a commemorative group photo. Su Qing Yuanshi couldn't refuse such a large-scale collective activity, so he had to agree.

At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone changed their mature clothes, and the girls put on their make-up and went to the door of the bar together.

Although the management of No.1 middle school is loose, there are still very few students who often go to bars. By the reason of the shift party, many children who have never touched wine drink too much, including Zheng Lei.

Zheng Lei is usually a good-natured person, and now he can't keep up with his conversation. He held up a bottle of beer, saluted for a while, and finally wandered to Wang Zheng's side and knocked on his bottle: "brother Zheng, you will be separated immediately. You don't have to say a lot now, but you won't have a chance to say it later."

Zheng Lei's words were vague, but others didn't understand them, but Wang Zheng understood them.

He knew that Zheng Lei was referring to Su Qingyuan. Zheng Lei early see he see Su Qingyuan's eyes are not the same, has been making a fuss to let him chase a try.

Wang Zheng did not speak, looking at the opposite Su Qingyuan, raised his head and blew half a bottle.

At this time, Su Qingyuan sat on the sofa, holding a glass of orange juice, anxiously looking at the big screen in the distance. This is Lu's territory. The last two days' cross-country finals are replayed on the big screen. It's the critical moment for Lu to win the championship.

Many people have seen the wonderful live broadcast of the game, but they can't help but watch the replay again. Many female students in the class are no exception. They want to see Lu Liao.

It's better not to talk about the divorce. 】As if Qiu Yu's words were still in his ears, Su Qingyuan could not help sighing.

Seeing that Wang Zheng didn't respond, Zheng Lei clapped the table and stood up: "brother Zheng, I've always treated you as my brother. I respect you and let you do everything, but if you don't make a statement today, I'll make a statement."

Wine strong counsellor courage, he carried the bottle, across the small tea table, came to Su Qingyuan side: "school flower, next Monday may be separated, with me to have a drink bar."

Most of the students in the class began to clamor.

Su Qingyuan is not happy, frowning two curls of gentle eyebrows: "what make a cup of wine, drink too much to recognize the wrong person?"? Who are you talking to? "

She looks angry, not angry at all. Her voice is unexpectedly soft, just like sour and sweet orange juice. Next to a few boys convergence smile, the heart is itching.

Some people even secretly think that if it's not Zheng Lei who is standing there, it's himself.

"Su Qingyuan, I don't recognize the wrong person, just say you." Zheng Lei stretched out his hand and mentioned her glass with orange juice: "come on, let's do one."

The boy's strength is big. Su Qingyuan doesn't break away after earning two times. Just as he is dragged to stand up, a brown thing smashes over from nowhere and throws it on Zheng Lei's arm.

The thick glass bottle was thrown by someone who didn't know how strong it was. It was smashed, not to mention how solid it was. Zheng Lei eats the pain, covers the arm to squat down.

Su Qingyuan saw clearly that what came was a bottle of foreign wine. She didn't know the words on it, and she didn't know what kind of wine it was.

When such a thing happened, Wang Zheng, as the "first middle school" man, stood up, and then all the boys in the class stood up, clenched their fists and went to see the person throwing the bottle.

Su Qingyuan also nervously turned around, but saw a familiar, tall figure.

The author has something to say: Lu Liao: do things in front of me? When I'm dead?