two sons three fathers

Chapter 57

Before ringing the bell, Wu Ji walked leisurely into the classroom with the test paper bag and stood on the podium.

With a spring breeze on her face, she glanced at the students in the classroom, some students came in one after another, saw her, hurriedly walked around her, and returned to their respective positions.

When the bell rang, the students were all there.

"The flag will not be raised today," Wu Ji pulled out the paper from his bag, and said, "Chinese in the morning, and the test papers are distributed now."

The white papers were passed down.

After all the students got their test papers, the classroom was silent for a few seconds, and then some students made doubtful voices.

"Did I take the wrong paper?"

Wu Ji personally received the paper from the professor.

She said softly: "The test paper is correct, I make my own,"

After speaking, there were still whispers of discussion.

"Why is this question so familiar?"

"Isn't this an after-school exercise?"

"Hey... I feel like I have seen many questions before!"

At this time, there was a high-pitched conversation outside the door, and the tone was full of air.

Everyone stopped discussing in an instant and turned their eyes to the door.

The people outside the door were just a few professors, their new teachers.

I saw a few people in well-groomed clothes, striding forward with radiance, standing outside the door with their wrists in hand, looking at them with smiles.

Wu Ji thought they were going to drink tea in the office all the time, but suddenly came, smiled and nodded, said to wait a moment, then called Director Chen to ask about the new desk and chair.

On the phone, Chen Feng said that the ordered tables and chairs had been delivered to the warehouse door, and they were carried to the classroom immediately.

Wu Ji hung up the phone and asked the students to move the desks and chairs closer to the window, and make room for the row next to the wall next to the door.

Soon, Chen Feng led several workers, carried round tables and armchairs into the classroom, and put them down against the wall.

Suddenly like a tea shop.

Chen Feng was grinning, his head was sweating from exhaustion, he bowed and went out.

The distance between the desks has changed by half a meter. Fortunately, the classroom is wide, and there is no congestion when a row of desks and chairs are placed.

The professors sat around a round table in twos and continued the topic of chatting.During the conversation, Professor Li seemed to remember something, stopped, turned to look at everyone, and said, "I forgot, it's open book, everyone can turn the book."

Everyone heard the words: "..."

"........."

Quiet too long.

After a while, some students made a nervous sound.

"This... don't want it anymore?"

"I feel like I can..."

After hearing this, Professor Li smiled: "The awareness is very high."

However, most of the students still take out the books and turn them over, after all, they still don't know how to do it.

The test questions this time are divided into four grades, one is to turn to the corresponding knowledge points and do it right, the other is to listen to the class and think a little bit to be able to do it right, the third is to listen to the class and have a deep understanding of the knowledge points to do it right Fourth, knowledge can be expanded on the basis of in-depth understanding.

There are also certain skills in the distribution of points.

The purpose of the exam is mainly to test their real level.

Now in the classroom, those who turn the pages of the book, those who write, write, and the pen tip makes the paper rattle.

He is relatively good at Chinese, so Han Yu will read ancient poems first, and if he has memorized them, he will.

The writing is like a god, and it is done in one go.

Looking at his somewhat chic handwriting, Han Yu finally found some joy in studying.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction comes from the heart.

This question is worth four points, and it must be taken firmly.

Without flipping through the book, he looked at other question types, and found that as long as he read the questions carefully, he didn't completely understand them.

For example, it's not that you don't know any of the pinyin questions, it's obviously that you don't have enough accumulation, and you need to read more and memorize more.

For another example, logic questions, logic logic, there must be rules to be found.

He feels untrained.

Han Yu knows how to write seriously, but can't write hard. He wants to know how far he is from [-] points, even though there are many who can't.

Han Yu didn't pay attention, and the few people who were chatting by themselves also observed them from time to time.

His serious appearance was clearly seen by Professor Li, and there were smile lines on the corner of his side face for a moment.

Han Yu didn't put down his pen until half an hour before the end.

In the past half an hour, he had already put down his pen, because he really couldn't.

Han Yu turned his sore wrist, and looked up at Fu Yizheng. Fu Yizheng's pen was on the table, and there was nothing left to write.

I don't know if it's done.

Han Yu checked again to see if there were any typos. He estimated the score while reading it, but he didn't dare to estimate it higher. To be conservative, it should be around forty.

After class, the papers were taken away.

The professors obviously didn't want to stay for a second, so they hurried out of the classroom.

One subject has two classes.

Wu Ji briefly explained that in the next two classes, let them read books, other classes have to go to class, and those who have to go to the bathroom don't make noise, don't go out in groups, and they can go to eat in the last class.

Everyone nodded, and once the teacher left, those who ate snacks ate snacks, chatted, read books, and did whatever.

"Sining, what's wrong with your face?" Lu Wei wanted to ask during the exam, but he asked again, "Does it hurt?"

Ji Si Ning was counting the scores. If the composition was evaluated well, with a score of around 150, then his other questions would be very stable. With a score of 140, he would basically fluctuate slightly around [-].

The classroom was noisy, and when he heard Lu Wei calling him, it took him a long time to ask, "What?"

"Why is your face red?" Lu Wei repeated tirelessly: "Does it hurt?"

Ji Sining tapped his cheekbones with his fingertips and said, "Is there a mirror?"

Lu Wei didn't have it, so he quickly asked a female classmate to borrow it for him.

Ji Sining took the mirror and looked at his own face in the mirror blankly, as if it was not obviously swollen.

He lowered his eyes, put the mirror on the table in a non-heavy manner, knocked it out, and immediately dispelled the idea of ​​not bothering Han Yu for a long time.

Lu Wei called him again at this time, "I still have medicine here, can I rub it for you?"

The medicine was brought to him by Ji Sining last time.

Seeing him holding a cotton swab, Ji Sining pulled it over and said flatly, "I'll do it myself."

After rubbing the medicine, he rested his chin and thought about it. He wanted to avoid his cousin, settle accounts with Han Yu, and avenge the punch.

The idea in Ji Sining's heart gradually took shape, Han Yu will always be alone, his plan must be careful, and his cousin must not know.

He can ask for help.

Who is suitable?

After observing for a period of time, he found that Han Yu seemed simple, but in fact he had all kinds of means and force, and his temper was very violent, which may not be suitable for ordinary people.

Ji Sining ran through his mind quickly, and finally settled on the most suitable person, Hou Yanxiao.

Hou Yanxiao is the only child of the Hou family. The family is rich and powerful. Although it is not comparable to his cousin for the time being, it should not be underestimated. If something happened to Han Yu at Hou Yanxiao's place, no one should be blamed.

Moreover, he was sure that Hou Yanxiao would definitely help him.

Ji Sining transferred to Shangyang, probably because he didn't want to see Hou Yanxiao.

The last time I saw Hou Yanxiao, Hou Yanxiao chased him from the mall all the way to the school, stopped him at the school gate, and refused to let him go.

That day Yan Xiao was beaten again by him.

Thinking about it now, Ji Sining still felt unwell.

But for this matter, Hou Yanxiao couldn't be more suitable.

If the two of them met, they couldn't get along. Not to mention his own troubles were resolved, Han Yu would not appear in front of his cousin in the future, nor would his cousin ignore him.

For him, only his elder brother is good to him, and everyone else is fake. Those familiar faces can say accusatory words at any time, and can be changed into unfamiliar ones at any time.

He hates them.

Although his brother often beat him up, he knew that as long as there was danger, Fu Yizhen would be the first to stand in front of him.

There will be no second one.

Ji Sining narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and took out his phone.

Hou Yanxiao added him before, but he didn't agree. Now he found the avatar with a cool black car as the background in the column of new contacts, and he agreed.

The consent is invalid, and the time limit for adding it has expired.

He had no choice but to add the other party by himself, and waited for a while, but failed.

For the second addition, he wrote his name and sent the three words "Jisining". Just after sending, the detailed information of the contact person came out, and he clicked on the other side.

Ji Sining returned to the chat interface and was about to type when the other party sent a message first.

Hou Yanxiao--A Ning, you added me!

Ji Sining's purpose is clear -- well, I need you for a small favor, can you help?

Hou Yanxiao is decisive - help!

Ji Si Ning - you are ready at any time, I will notify you.

Hou Yanxiao asked again - what should I do?

Ji Si Ning - tied a person.

Hou Yanxiao asked again--what is the reason?

Ji Si Ning - there is no reason, remember, this is a conflict between you and him, it has nothing to do with me.

The opposite party paused for a while before replying to him--Okay, as long as you believe me.

Still so stupid.

The corners of Ji Sining's lips turned upward - of course I believe you.

Hou Yanxiao -- a request, you can no longer hide from me.

Ji Sining snorted coldly, he never agreed to any request - you can't, I can change someone else.

Hou Yanxiao hurriedly replied - pretending I didn't say anything.How much you hate.

Ji Sining thought for a while and continued typing - after that, I don't want to see him again.

Hou Yanxiao paused for a while before replying—OK, give me his information.

Ji Sining sent Han Yu's face, name and other basic information, and also attached a photo, which he took privately.

"Clean it up," at this moment, a hand stretched out from the side of his table, holding a medicine bag.

As soon as he looked up and saw Fu Yizheng, Ji Sining quickly covered up his unnatural look and smiled.

His cousin also looked at him, and put the medicine bag on the table, "Let's go eat together later, cousin has something to tell you."

Ji Sining's mobile phone turned off the screen, put it into the desk box, and said with a smile: "Thank you, cousin."

Fu Yizheng looked at his face, "Remember to wipe."

Seeing Ji Sining reaching out his hand, Fu Yizheng turned sideways to avoid touching his hand.

Ji Sining's expression froze, and he said worriedly: "Cousin, your face is a little red, are you uncomfortable?"

"Sleep for a while, I'm fine." Fu Yizheng finished speaking and left, returning to his seat and sitting down.

Fu Yixuan lowered his head and shook his wrist, it was burning hot.

Thinking of eating later, fearing that they would find something was wrong, Fu Yizhang rummaged through his bag for antipyretics.

Since he lost his sight last time, Fu Yitang specially prepared it for him.

Fu Yizheng took two pills, covered his mouth with his hands, put them in his mouth, and swallowed them mixed with saliva.

"What's wrong? What are you eating?" His deskmate suddenly asked him, "Why are you frowning?"

Fu Yizheng simply said: "It's nothing."

He likes the bitter taste of coffee, but he doesn't like the bitter taste of medicine, frowning is an unconscious move.

Fu Yizheng stretched his eyebrows, lay down on the table in a trance, and fell asleep unconsciously.

After Han Yu finished writing two word posts, he looked up and saw Fu Yizhang sleeping, afraid that he would catch a cold, so he walked up.

Beside the table, Han Yu unzipped his zipper, took off his school uniform and covered him.Fu Yizheng moved slightly, but did not wake up.

Han Yu took a look, walked back to his place, and continued reading

After eleven o'clock, seeing that Fu Yizheng was still awake, Han Yu closed the book and was about to go up and tell him to eat.

Han Yu raised his hand to cover the top of Fu Yizheng's head and rubbed it. A layer of damp heat came against his palm, and Fu Yizheng was sweating.

Han Yu couldn't feel it for a second, so he quickly squatted down to look, but Fu Yizhang's face was buried in his arms, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Yi Yan?" Han Yu said softly, "Are you having a fever?"

Fu Yizhen seemed to hear his voice, moved, and slowly raised his head.

Fu Yizheng's face was flushed, traces of clothes were pressed on his face, Falin was also wet, and he said softly: "No."

The blank eyes flashed for a moment, and Han Yu caught it.

Han Yu frowned, staring at Fu Yizheng's expression, shaking his hands in front of his eyes.Fu Yizheng's pupils focused, he accurately grasped his shaking hand, grinned and said, "What are you doing?"

The tiger's mouth that was stuck on the wrist was warm, and the palms were sweaty, but the body temperature was normal.

Han Yu said uncomfortably, "Xiaohuang will refresh you."

"Stupid." Fu Yizhen checked the time on his phone and said, "Call Ji Sining, let's go to dinner and solve his problem."

He didn't want Ji Sining to trouble Han Yu again.