What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 10 Night Interview

Generally speaking, most of high school life consists of big exams followed by small exams.

In the evening self-study, Jizhun finished the part of the paper as usual, then rolled his sleeves over his wrists, raised his eyelids lazily, and looked out the window boredly while turning his pen.

It seems that I haven't been to the game arcade owned by Heizi for a while. I heard from Sister Jiao that his girlfriend Chu Shulan's parents went to the store to cause trouble again a while ago. He also scolded Heizi in front of all the neighbors for being incompetent and unwilling to make progress. This made Heizi unable to get off stage, and later he had a big fight with Shulan, and the two almost broke up.

Although Jizhun had never seen it with his own eyes, he still felt unhappy after hearing about it.

When he was a child who relied on counting on his fingers to add and subtract within ten, he would run behind Brother Hei all day long. At that time, Brother Hei was definitely a rich man in his eyes, and he would buy him soda and ice cream every time.

When he was in elementary school, he was bullied, and it was Brother Hei who helped him teach those brats a lesson. When everyone would only tell Ji Zhun, "You have to study hard to be successful," only Hei Ge would tell him that character is actually more important than grades.

In Jizhun's heart, Brother Hei has always been his role model, a passionate and righteous tough guy.

Someone knocked on the table, and Ji Zhun looked up and saw the reproachful look in the invigilator's eyes.

"Why have you failed to answer so many questions?" She raised her wrist and looked at her watch and said, "It's still early. Let's go over the questions carefully. Even though it's a quiz, don't take it too seriously."

Of course Ji Zhun will not review the questions again. Mathematics is his weak point. If he says he can't do it, then he doesn't know it. The pen spun around in his hand and he began to play backgammon with himself on the paper.

A look came over from the side, and Ji Zhun stopped drawing the chess pieces and looked around. Tan Jingyang was seen staring at the test paper without raising his head, holding his forehead with one hand and holding the pen with the other, with his index finger still tapping lightly on the pen holder.

Just when Ji Zhun was about to look away and continue playing chess, he suddenly discovered that Tan Jingyang's tapping frequency seemed to have a certain pattern.

Two clicks, two clicks, three clicks, one click, four clicks...

After being so happy, I thought to myself, who was this sending a signal to? He looked left and right, but found that no one seemed to notice Tan Jingyang's little movements except himself.

At this time, Tan Jingyang turned his head and glanced at Jizhun again. When he saw that he was not moving, he pursed his lips and frowned. It seems to be saying, why don't you do some quick copying? !

Ji Zhun was sympathetic and winked at Tan Jingyang. Then, following the frequency of tapping the pen on his hand, he completed all the multiple-choice questions.

When the bell rang, Tan Jingyang was the first to put down his pen and hand the paper to the podium. Then after saying something to the invigilator, he put his schoolbag on his back and left the classroom.

"Jizhun, are you going to have a late-night snack?" A pair of hands were placed on Jizhun's table.

This man's name was Sun Pei, and besides Tan Jingyang, he was the second person Ji Zhun officially met in the class.