A Certain Someone〖MTL〗(Completed)

Chapter 13 English Paper

Yang Jing spoke for five minutes with the paper, and when she looked up, she found that the sick man was holding his head and turning the pen, the ruler, and the eraser. Anyway, there is nothing he can't turn that he can get at hand.

This is probably a common problem among teenage boys.

She took a few glances, and finally remembered: "Sheng Wang?"

"Huh?" The one who was called held down his pen.

"I almost forgot, do you have no papers to read?" Yang Jing said.

Sheng Wang smiled dryly, and said to himself that either you almost missed it, or you just forgot.

Yang Jing used to requisition Qi Jiahao's papers, and never cared about the after-sales service. Qi Jiahao would move the stool by himself to read with the classmates next to him, as long as he brought a pen and a notebook.

The students in Class A were divided into two factions, one was the faction who "checked the answers everywhere after the test" and the other was the faction who said "just die after the test". Qi Jiahao belongs to the former.

Members of this faction all have the ability of "photographic memory". As long as they do the questions themselves, they can recite from the process to the answer, including composition. Practice papers with multiple choice questions like English are even easier to memorize.

So even if he was looking at other people's papers, Qi Jiahao would know which questions he got right and which ones he was wrong, and he just fixed it in the notebook in time.

As for Sheng Wang...

you can tell at a glance that it's the "just pass the exam and die" faction.

Yang Jing couldn't see that the students were idle, even if they answered correctly. So she raised her chin and instructed Sheng Wang to say, "Find someone to take a look together."

Sheng Wang said "Oh".

Isn't it easy to find someone to watch? He stood up and was about to move forward with the chair in hand. But I heard Yang Jing add: "You move the chair to the back and make do with Jiang Tian, ​​okay?"

No.

Sheng Wangxin said that the person in the back owed me a beating, and he didn't want to make do with it.

But Yang Jing's reason is very good: "I guess you and Jiang Tian's correct rate is about the same, just make do with it. As for Gao Tianyang...you can save him some face, ah."

Sister Jing always hates Gao Tianyang in class, which is already a daily routine , is simply impossible to guard against.

Sheng Wang dragged the chair to the back row and sat on Jiang Tian's right. Although he didn't remember his answer, he still pretended to bring a pen.

At first he was restrained, sitting a foot away from the table, and had to lean over to read the paper.

Jiang Tian glanced at him several times, but finally couldn't hold back and said, "Is there a nail on the table for you?"

"No." Sheng Wang said absently. It took another two seconds before he realized that the other party was mocking his sitting posture.

Sheng Wang squinted at him, and moved his chair a step forward.

If one has two, there are three. In the next five minutes, Shengwang moved up and down, and soon he was on the table with both hands.

Yang Jing's lecture speed is not slow, but after all, there are 150 questions in three papers. People who make many mistakes are really busy, while those who make few mistakes are very boring.