Just preparing for the college entrance examination, the divorce counterattack system came

Chapter 17 Oh my god, no, sister, are you so stupid?

The fantasy of a poor student who is not good at English but is good at math. He is admired by thousands of people, favored by teachers, and even licked by the beauty in class.

In fact, I am not good at English and I am terrible at math.

Even though the English teacher had criticized him last semester, he still couldn't match his score of 140 this semester. It felt like he was a nobody.

When he returned to his seat, the classmates around him turned around to look at him.

Jiang Nian felt a little embarrassed. He coughed, opened the paper, and pretended nothing had happened.

Although the English teacher repeatedly warned against chatting, the students around him were still enthusiastic. They all looked at Jiang Nian with disbelief.

"Fuck, did you really carry all three thousand and five?"

"Yeah, just name one."

"Jiang Nian, can you lend me your paper?" a girl at the front desk asked shyly, "I want to see how you wrote your composition."

"okay."

In the next group, Zhou Yuting was holding a corner of her English test paper, feeling as if she was falling into an icy cave. Jiang Nian scored 573? He pulled himself up by more than points? Is there still hope for promotion?
In principle, it is a survival of the fittest, and anyone who passes the line has hope, but in actual practice, basically only one person in a parallel class can be promoted.

The reason is very simple. All the good students were sent out. The class level went directly from the top of the parallel classes to the bottom. Why would the head teacher still lead a collective trade class?

Therefore, every head teacher is relatively conservative about the promotion policy. If a student is really good enough, parents will ask for it anyway, so it is better to be straightforward and let him go.

If there is only a chance of promotion, the head teacher will generally take a gentle conversation approach.

Are you sure you want to go? Boy, the road ahead is hell!
Why would you, a Mazda driver, squeeze into a gathering of people who drive Mercedes-Benz or Rolls-Royce? You can't keep up with the pace, and you may be rejected if you go.

Usually at this time, students become scared.

There are two more major exams after promotion. If your grades fluctuate too much, you will be asked to drop out. They don't care whether you cheated or are not in good shape, you will be asked to drop out.

It is certainly an honor to carry a desk into the Olympiad, but it is too embarrassing to carry a desk back to the original class.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuting couldn't help but clench her fists. Her five fair fingers curled together unconsciously, her knuckles turned white and trembled slightly.

An English exam ruined her dream of taking the Olympic Mathematics Competition.

New class, new personalities, new bootlickers. Zhou Yuting's teeth were about to shatter when she thought about those dull-looking nerds wearing glasses who couldn't crawl under her skirt.

Jiang Nian! It's all his fault!

"What do you want from me?"

At noon, in a cool corner of the basketball court, under the lush shade of the trees.

Jiang Nian held a red bean popsicle in his hand. He opened the package and took a lick. Then he looked up curiously at Song Xiyun who had forcibly pulled him out.

"It's mysterious, can we talk about it now?"

As for Song Xiyun, he had not met her before, but because of Xu Qianqian and because he had been running frequently for the test, he became familiar with her.

"What did you do last night?" Song Xiyun looked unnatural.

Jiang Nian glanced at her suspiciously, wondering what was going on with her expression as if she had caught her wealthy husband cheating on her and wanted to question him but was afraid of divorce?

New play plot? Pinru's wardrobe?

Sister, we seem to be innocent.

Song Xiyun wore a loose white summer school uniform with light-colored pants. She was a cute girl with a face value of over 80 points and a slightly plain dress.

Dame, no.

"Nothing, I'm in the classroom having evening self-study." He said with a hissing popsicle.

"You're lying!" Song Xiyun blushed. "You weren't in the classroom at all. You clearly went out!"

I am indeed no longer on the streets of Shenyang. The era of living a hard life has come to an end.
Jiang Nian swished his popsicle stick and began to answer randomly, "How do you know I scored 573?"

Who asked you? Because no one knows a daughter better than her father.

"Wait, you scored 573?" Song Xiyun was shocked, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Mr. Duo? You scored ?"

Jiang Nian grinned and fizzed the popsicle.

"Since you asked sincerely, I will..."

Song Xiyun calculated with his fingers, "Then you will be promoted to a higher class. No matter how high the score line is, it can't be higher than 550. Your score is considered middle-class even in the Science Olympiad class."

"Yes." Jiang Nian hissed.

Song Xiyun was speechless, "Can you put down your popsicle? You make me feel sick."

"Would you like to try it?" He handed it over.

"Duck, no need, thank you." Song Xiyun calmed down, remembered his purpose, took a deep breath and asked, "Did you get a gym membership last night?"

"I knocked, and you followed me?" Jiang Nian was suddenly shocked, "Are you addicted to secret love?"

"Stop being narcissistic!" Song Xiyun couldn't handle Jiang Nian's outburst. She began to feel sympathy for Xu Qianqian and didn't know how her best friend could stand him.

Anyway, she couldn't stand it and was so angry that she wanted to vomit.

"Then how do you know I went to the gym to get a membership?" Jiang Nian seemed to have returned to normal, squinting at the hot playground under the blue sky and white clouds.

The hot wind blows and I feel relaxed.

"Aren't you wondering why I know you have a card?" she asked.

"Why?" Jiang Nian was a little absent-minded.

"Because you asked my mom to apply for the card."

"Oh, huh?" Jiang Nian looked up, "That person is your mother. I was wondering why she looked so familiar to me, Auntie. But your mother has a much better temper than you."

Song Xiyun was a little embarrassed again, "I just want to ask, why did you suddenly apply for a membership card and spend so much money on lessons?"

"Just exercise. Who knows that's your mother?"

"How do you explain buying classes? You don't have time to attend classes, right?" Song Xiyun pursed her lips. "Besides, with your figure and being on the basketball team, how can you be a fitness trainer?"

"There is no rule that basketball teams cannot be healthy." Jiang Nian suddenly stopped talking halfway, looked up at Song Xiyun, and saw her cautious and doubtful eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to realize something.

"No, sister, you don't think I'm interested in your mother, do you? Oh, are you so stupid?"

"What?" Song Xiyun's defense was broken immediately after his thoughts were exposed, and his face turned red. "No, that's not what I meant. I just happened to know."

"My mom is worried that you don't have time to attend the class and all the money is wasted. I think so too. Your money doesn't come from the wind. If you want to drop the class."

"No need, it's better not to worry about it." Jiang Nian waved his hand, "I was going to apply for a card to buy lessons anyway. If I don't buy from your mother, I will buy from someone else."

"Really?" Song Xiyun asked.

"Yeah, if you have nothing else, just kneel down and be at peace."

"Humph." Song Xiyun finally let go of his worries. "Hehe, I'm leaving now. I have to tell Qianqian that you scored 573."

Looking at Song Xiyun's leaving back, Jiang Nian seemed to be thinking about something.

This guy is a bit dirty.

Ding! [At the age of 38, you signed up for a gym membership on the first day. The lessons you bought started to show results, and you were determined to make a comeback, so you decided to add 60 lessons.

Mission: Purchase 3 courses. Reward: RMB]

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