Chapter 11 Eleventh High

Eleventh High, on the edge of being a prestigious school, had the good fortune that even its ordinary classes had one or two outstanding students.

Tang Siwen was the good student Old Mo often discussed in the office.

Chen Yuan, a name that appeared for the first time, left everyone puzzled.

Only Zhang Liang was different; he couldn't accept it.

Losing to Tang Siwen was acceptable, but who was this Chen Yuan?

Then, Ouyang Yuxin, his proud weapon, spoke up with one sentence:

"Chen Yuan, isn't that the student who submitted his paper an hour early?"

That immediately killed the competition.

"Ah?" Zhang Liang, representing the other teachers in the grade group, expressed his bewilderment.

"In this preliminary round, Chen Yuan from Class 18 submitted his paper an hour early..."

It was both a notification and a statement.

I really did it!

That time, let's treat it as an apology that he took seriously.

Being stubborn, being unreasonable.

"It's very spicy; you'll be breathing fire after eating it," the male teacher said exaggeratedly.

"Not just spicy, everything else is good," Qiu Meng nodded.

Old Mo: "The one with 101 points is called Yan Ningyan, and the one with 106 points is called Xia Fang."

Xia Fang said, "I want to represent Eleventh High in the competition and win a gold medal for Tang Siwen."

Xia Fang responded calmly, then ate her steamed bun, truly achieving a state of indifference to honor or disgrace.

Wanting the relaxed feeling of being eliminated at the end.

Holding his tray, Old Mo, who ate like a beast, turned and left the area.

Even, among the top ten strongest in the province, we have a place.

Hoping this smile gives you a little reminder.

This is a battle of wits between me and Old Mo.

"Can't remember, a little over a hundred… how can you correct the mistakes without the test paper?" Old Mo said absentmindedly while shoveling rice, "Never mind, prepare for the main competition..."

"This is a soy-braised beef bun, exclusive to the cafeteria."

Although he is a steamed bun killer…

I can't enjoy Xia Xinyu's privileges yet.

"Go back to the classroom to study early."

But far exceeding, then it doesn't matter.

"It's been sent, with a big firework display!" a young male teacher who understood the meme shouted.

Just as I was eating, Xia Xinyu across from me hesitated for a long time before taking out one of the steamed buns she had bought and putting it on Xia Fang's plate.

People start teasing you when you're not around.

Yan Ningyan: "Yan Ning, one of the special assistant students?"

Next time, you have to handle your own relationships.

"No wonder he doesn't take No. 1 Middle School and No. 7 Middle School seriously; with this score, he can indeed look down on those little brats in your class."

"A limited edition soy-braised beef bun, give me one."

Now there aren't many people in the cafeteria, so there's basically no need to share a table, so Xia Fang found a separate seat and sat down. Just as she was about to secretly pull out her phone, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure, so she quickly stuffed her phone back into her pocket and buried her head in her food.

A long time, a long time.

"Are you a bookworm?"

106.

Can only say, heavily relating to this.

So, Xia Xinyu didn't say anything.

Looking at the appearance of Yan Ningyan, Old Mo was quite touched.

Xia Fang didn't understand; was she caught using her phone just now?

"Old Mo explained it that way too..."

"That…"

What expression did you have when you saw Yan Ning's score?

"Teacher?" Xia Fang asked with clear eyes.

Hesitation would only make that kid think I was flustered and embarrassed to speak!

Although she's a little afraid of the steamed bun killer.

"Mr. Mo, did I pass the preliminary round?" Suddenly, Xia Fang asked curiously.

Then, Yan Ning followed the steps she taught and entered Xia Fang's name.

After spending a long time accepting it, Qiu Meng surrendered.

After buying that cowrie shell silver bracelet yesterday, there was no money left.

But as a teacher, I have to tell her.

After all, we aren't the ace class, the rocket class, just an ordinary class. An average score of 105.5 is already very strong.

But the other party didn't directly announce the good news in the group.

Like the English speech broadcast just now.

In Old Mo's eyes, a light of hope that he could finally make progress shone.

Because the previous chat record was about the score improvement requirements for special assistant students, Yan Ningyan remembered the name.

"Submitted the paper an hour early and scored 106..."

He Hongtao wanted to refute, but he didn't dare, so he could only meekly lower his head and acquiesce.

Why are you thanking me?

"100, less than expected, forgive my poor showing." Chen Yuan said, placing the tray opposite Xia Fang, "Is this seat taken?"

"Order a few meat dishes." Old Mo took out his meal card and placed it in front of Xia Fang, then continued to wear his stern face and ate in silence.

120 120 120 119 119.

While He Hongtao was eating a steamed bun, Qiu Meng secretly sent a message to Xia Fang.

Then, the aunt and niece looked at each other and smiled.

"Only eight points away; with an hour left, as long as you correct one small mistake or solve one question, you can surpass him."

Girls all have some self-esteem; how could they reveal their embarrassment to others?

So, you didn't actually know it was Xinyu's birthday when you transferred money to Xia Fang that day?

Was it swiped with your card?

Because Old Mo is usually much more likeable than Zhang Liang, so the little guys are also looking forward to Tang Siwen's reaction with a "let's watch the fun" mentality.

Zhao Hengqing, who was always calm, walked up to Old Mo and began to look through the scores, then found the top student in the grade and said, "114."

That's right, that's the top seven in No. 7 Middle School.

"Thank you, teacher!"

And it rhymes, skr.

While sitting with her aunt in the cafeteria, a male teacher walked over with a smile, eager to offer food.

Yun Danfeng Qing: "Little Chen, the cake said you bought it. Smiling jpg."

Moreover, I completed it in less than two hours!

"Are these all you're eating for lunch?" Old Mo looked at the dishes on Xia Fang's plate—eggs, cauliflower, and no meat at all—and frowned.

This score should be about the same as that of Class 1 in Eleventh High, right?

"Xia Xinyu, I also got you a portion of soy-braised pork knuckle."

The seven of them waited together for Old Mo to speak.

Okay, I'll let you off today, you little rascal.

These two times made Yan Ningyan quite envious, but she was too embarrassed to speak up. At this moment, her aunt directly reached out her hand: "Give us two, let's see if they're spicy."

After all, I'm also a father, and I have a daughter too.

Exam number *********, Eleventh High School, Xia Fang, 106.

Then, after Old Mo carefully considered his wording, he sent the message.

"Then passing the line is quite valuable."

What's different between No. 7 Middle School and No. 11 Middle School is that Zhang Jianjun has completely obliterated humanity and turned this place into a giant exam machine.

No, aren't you touched at all?

But putting it on Xia Xinyu and Xia Fang, there's just no way to link it to puppy love.

"Ah? No, it's not..."

However, forgetting a birthday is definitely not good.

"109, 106, 104, 103..." After reading out the scores of the top seven students in the class in order, Qiu Meng was quite satisfied.

Yan Ningyan quickly waved her hand to explain that she wasn't showing off.

"...I didn't say No. 7 Middle School."

Hearing this, He Hongtao shook his head: "She didn't tell me her birthday... but she feels that the monthly exam is coming soon, so she has to speed up her revision."

"Just kidding." How could Qiu Meng not know what was on this child's mind? Even if I'm just ordinary, so what?

No, the key point of that sentence is "family is poor," Old Mo!

………

Everyone quickly clicked into the group, and then they saw the firework display from 'Zhang Jianjun of Eleventh High,' which even the ace Class 1 had not received.

"Oh, the school sent you the results of the math competition."

"How many points is that?" Xia Fang continued to ask, "I want to know where I went wrong, so I can remember the mistakes."

And these two 'drifting' females would naturally resonate because of this kind of thing.

Clearly the most tolerant towards Xia Fang, not even making a joke back in Shao Township...

Consider it a great achievement.

But considering how busy I'll be next week and still making the time to come...

Old Mo is purely being tsundere.

Damn, I blurted it out.

Although saying it like that, Old Mo, you should also pay attention to your facial expressions!

"I've been short on living expenses recently..." Afraid of being found out, Xia Fang immediately cried poor, "Teacher, as you know, from a young age, I loved to study, but my family was poor..."

"......"

"He also said that he was really showing off this time." Chen Yuan said, thinking it was cool, "We were all listening outside the door, and even that Teacher Pan was speculating and saying that if he finished the entire paper, he might surpass the monster in Class 1 and get first place in the whole school."

Yan Ning, you are a little uncomfortable.

If it were someone else, Old Mo would really think the behavior of these two people was a little ambiguous.

Looking at the other person's awkward appearance, Yan Ning felt comfortable.

Just as Xia Fang had just taken a bite of the bun and reached the filling, Yan Ningyan next to her suddenly looked at her expectantly.

When He Hongtao saw this result, he almost cried out.

"Hey, I just got the points I could get; even if I finished it, I might not be able to surpass them." Old Mo waved his hand, saying to Ouyang Yuxin and Xia Xinyu in front of him, "Good habit, don't learn it, don't learn it."

"Want to eat something light..."

He Sijiao also has to be adjusted; she has been talking too much lately. Let's switch her with Tang Jian.

So it turns out that it's because her family is poor that she always eats my steamed buns...

Talking about the topic of hometowns, everyone is confident and proud.