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Chapter 65 "No. 4."

The time originally planned for watching movies ended up being a time for the two of them to hang out in the mall.

They walked from the snack street to the big shopping mall. They didn't buy much, but they kept talking without stopping.

There is still something to say when we part.

At the same time, the faces of both of them have the shadow of "giggle syndrome" more or less, but it's just a matter of severity. Zhou Chiyu is okay, it looks like it's in the early stage, but Song Boyang's symptoms are obviously more serious the one.

It was already 04:30 when Zhou Chiyu sent Song Boyang back to school.

Song Boyang sat in the dormitory for a while, recalling the details of the date from beginning to end, and revisiting it when he went to the cafeteria for dinner.

After solving the problem of food and clothing, he returned to the classroom early to start doing the questions. Thanks to the current mood of wanting to see Zhou Chiyu very much, Song Boyang found that he was not so repulsive about coming to the classroom early and waiting for the evening self-study to start.

Twenty minutes before the class bell rang, most of the students in the class had already arrived.

Noisy.

But in the next moment, it was suddenly as quiet as death.

Song Boyang glanced back secretly, it turned out that Sun Huiyun had arrived, holding a piece of A4 paper in her hand, at first glance it looked like a notice from the school.

This time she actually condescended and pasted the paper in her hand on the class bulletin board, and then left on her high heels.

Many students went to watch because they got out of their seats, and Song Boyang was not exempt.

"Damn, it turned out to be the test result of the competition class, and I didn't participate!"

Song Boyang heard some students say this.

The pace couldn't help but quicken.

Finally, stop in front of the class bulletin board.

What Song Boyang wanted to know most was the top three in this exam, because only the top three could represent the school in the municipal math competition.

Stretching his neck and standing on his tiptoes, he looked over the crowded crowd in the front row, and finally landed on the first few rows of the ranking list——

Fang Wenze's name is on the first line, the top line.

The names of the second and third names, Song Boyang, have also been heard, and they are particularly strong in mathematics in the parallel class.

What about Zhou Chiyu?

Song Boyang looked down.

Zhou Chiyu is fourth.

At this time, two classmates just left, Song Baiyang squeezed into the front row, and began to look for his own and Jiang Jun's results.

The two of them were very far behind.

Regarding his own results, Song Boyang knew very well, he knew that it was almost impossible for him to get the final place to represent the school.

But what happened to Fang Wenze?

Didn't he report Sun Huiyun?

The teaching team received the report, shouldn't they investigate the truth of the matter and cancel Fang Wenze's grades?Then, in pursuit of fairness, reorganize a selection test?

Why Fang Wenze's grades are still there, and why is he still No.1?

Song Boyang felt a sense of absurd irritability in his heart. He felt as if he had been teased by Fang Wenze.

When he got back to his seat, Fang Wenze was doing a question with his head down.

Song Boyang also sat down. He leaned against the edge of the back table, grabbed a handful of hair, and finally couldn't help asking Fang Wenze: "Did you not report it?"

Fang Wenze's hand holding the pen stopped, he didn't look up, and habitually avoided Song Boyang's sight.

Song Boyang was tired of hearing the three words he often said, "I'm sorry..."

Sure enough.

The sense of absurdity in the bottom of my heart intensified, they bared their teeth and claws, showing off their might, as if laughing at Song Boyang that everything he had done in the past two days was nothing but nothing, and they were all doing nothing to find trouble, and they were all doomed to be futile.

So Song Boyang stared at Fang Wenze, and asked in a deep voice: "You don't plan to report it, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Fang Wenze's first reaction was to say those three words, "I'm sorry..."

"I have already given you the phone numbers and e-mail addresses of the five teachers. If you go to any teacher, things will not be like this. You will not appear on that ranking list."

Song Boyang didn't understand.

"Do you think these contact methods are easy to get?"

He frowned, and in order to force himself to calm down, he let out a breath slowly, and managed not to lose his temper at Fang Wenze, but to state the facts, but the words he said were still strong, " It took me two full days to get the contact information of all the teachers for you."

Fang Wenze was silent.

"I don't know which classes those five teachers lead, so I first have to find out which five classes these five teachers are the head teachers of, and then I have to contact as much as possible with a classmate in these five classes. , and after I get in touch, I will ask them for their phone number and email address."

Song Boyang frowned and continued.

"Every friend I found told me that he only had the phone number of the class teacher, but no e-mail address, because the teacher generally would not give the e-mail address to the students unless the students asked in person. So I asked my friends to find out Their homeroom teacher has to get the e-mail, and now there is the contact summary sheet I gave you."

Fang Wenze raised his head and stared blankly at Song Boyang.

"That's why it took me two full days. Yes, and Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang is also asking for my contact information."

Fang Wenze couldn't believe it, "...Jiang Jun?"

Song Boyang didn't even bother to explain to Fang Wenze why Jiang Jun was helping him, he just repeated the original question again, "If you didn't plan to report it from the beginning, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Fang Wenze seemed to be about to cry, "I'm sorry, I..."

He hesitated to speak, as if he hadn't figured out what to say.

Song Boyang looked at Fang Wenze's appearance, and couldn't express his feelings for a while. Blaming him seemed to be useless, and felt that he seemed to be pitiful, and hated him for being so muddy that he couldn't support the wall, and he had no backbone or courage.

He sighed, feeling helpless, and even for a moment, he had a thought that he would never interfere in the other party's affairs again.

"Forget it, you don't need to explain to me."

"You have to be mentally prepared for the consequences of not reporting."

Song Boyang bent down and took out a test paper and a few pieces of draft paper from the desk drawer, bowed his head to do the questions, and never looked at Fang Wenze again.

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After the evening self-study was over, Song Boyang packed his schoolbag first, and the schoolbag was hung on his right shoulder. He stood in the corridor outside the classroom and waited for Zhou Chiyu.

On the way to the dormitory together, Song Boyang mentioned the results of the math competition selection.

He knew that Zhou Chiyu was No.4, and Zhou Chiyu should also know that he was No.4.

But no one knows, if Fang Wenze didn't get the three leaking questions, would his score be lower than Zhou Chiyu's?

But Song Boyang didn't intend to mention Fang Wenze in front of Zhou Chiyu.

He looked at Zhou Chiyu's quiet side face, and said seriously: "Don't worry, this matter will not be left alone."

Song Boyang continued to comfort him: "Generally, if the exam questions are leaked, in order to ensure the fairness of the exam, you will take the exam again. So you still have a chance."

Zhou Chiyu nodded.

"I'm not particularly sad." He looked up at Song Boyang, his eyes were indeed clear and calm, "It doesn't help to be sad, and it doesn't help to imagine all kinds of possibilities. I think the most important thing at present is to solve the problem, to solve the fairness of this selection exam The issue of sexual destruction."

Zhou Chiyu's eyes were too calm, like a bystander, unable to see anger, resentment and other emotions.

"You don't have to comfort me."

Hearing this, Song Boyang hugged Zhou Chiyu even tighter.

Too sane and too sensible, it makes people feel distressed.

It was the first time for the young couple to go downstairs to the dormitory, and they were still reluctant to part when they parted.

They agreed that after the evening self-study, Zhou Chiyu would send Song Boyang to the dormitory, and Zhou Chiyu would walk the road from the entrance of the dormitory to the school carport by himself.

In fact, Song Boyang's original proposal was to send Zhou Chiyu to the school carport by himself, and then go back to the dormitory alone, but Zhou Chiyu thought that Song Boyang's way of going was too detour and a waste of time, so he refused to agree.

Zhou Chiyu took his hand out of the pocket of his school uniform and was forced to have brief contact with the cold night air.

"I'm leaving."

He waved his hand and put it back in his pocket.

"Goodbye."

Song Boyang waved his hand, "Goodbye."

Zhou Chiyu turned and left.

When he left, he didn't seem to miss it, but after walking a few steps, he turned around and took a sneak peek.

Then he found that Song Boyang was still standing at the door of the dormitory stupidly, looking at the direction he was leaving.

Then the eyes of the two collided.

Zhou Chiyu knew that Song Boyang had good eyesight, so he made a few exaggerated mouth shapes towards him. He knew that even if Song Boyang couldn't hear him, he could guess what he wanted to say——

"Go back, fool."

Song Boyang stood lazily at the door of the dormitory, and after understanding Zhou Chiyu's mouth shape, he was actually smiling cheerfully.

Finally, Zhou Chiyu's figure disappeared around the corner, and Song Boyang could no longer see the shadow of him. He stood quietly for a while before turning and walking into the gate of the dormitory building.

As soon as he opened the dormitory door, his roommate waved at Song Boyang with his mobile phone, and asked gossipingly, "Did Fang Wenze in your class really cheat?"

The roommate shook his head repeatedly, sighed, "I saw someone whitewash Fang Wenze on Saturday night, I thought things would be reversed!"

Song Boyang frowned, "Washing white?"

"That's right, that account said he knew the truth about this incident, and Fang Wenze was actually forced to get the leak." Speaking of this, the roommate smiled contemptuously, "Really, this is the first time I heard The phrase 'forced to get the leak'."

"It probably means that when your class teacher gave him the questions, he didn't say that these three big questions were the original questions of the selection exam, but only asked him to take them home and practice before the exam. It was leaked."

"As for that account, everyone said it was Fang Wenze's trumpet, and that he was trying to clean himself up! I heard that the results have been released, and he ranked first this time. Did he really copy it?"

Song Boyang was silent for a moment, "Can you show me?"

"Here." The roommate handed the phone to Song Boyang.

[Floor 284] [Anonymous User] In order to wash away his responsibility, he just shifted all responsibility to the teacher, right?

[Floor 285] [Anonymous User] Laughed to death, the funniest joke I heard this year, if Sun knew that the students she helped sold her out, it would be so sad hahahaha

[Floor 286] [Anonymous User] Oh, how innocent you are, why didn’t you just leave it blank when you saw the three questions in the exam room, and why didn’t you just report to the teacher in the exam room after the exam is over, now you know it’s a wash for yourself

[Floor 287] [Anonymous User] Just because I don’t want to cheat, when Sun Mou gave me the information, I just refused to accept it.

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[Floor 308] [Anonymous User] Family members, the results are out, and Fang took the first place in the test, surpassing No.210 points/Sweating soybeans/

[Floor 309] [Anonymous User] I'm also in the competition class. Let me give you some popular science. What is the concept of 10 points? The difference between No.2 and the third side is 0.5 points, and the difference between No.3 and No.4 is 1 point. Those who can get into the top few are the big ones among the big ones, with the same level, and then No.1 dropped No.210 points

[Floor 310] [Anonymous User] No.4 is really miserable

[Floor 311] [Anonymous User] The pheromone incident can tell that the character is not good. What can I say to this kind of person? Report it directly, vomit

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During the few minutes that Song Boyang was looking at his roommate's phone, the post was built up several floors.

Fang Wenze's extremely high score in this exam ranking, the anger of other students is almost inevitable.

Now that suspicion has arisen, it will not disappear easily, and it will often only intensify.

For a moment, Song Boyang's mind went blank, he couldn't think of anything, right and wrong, right and wrong, cause and effect, action, he didn't know anything, he just felt that his thoughts were overwhelmed by the messy and mixed event lines. Got entangled and had to be forced to stop.

He slowly sat down on his stool, still letting his eyes go blank, staring blankly.

In the next second, the elderly phone and the desktop at hand started to vibrate.

Picking up the phone, only to find that the screen displayed the words "Teacher Sun".

A does not deprive dormitory students of their right to bring mobile phones. High school life is hard and depressing. Students can call and talk to their families if they have concerns, so as to relieve their psychological pressure in time.

So Sun Huiyun knew that Song Boyang had a mobile phone by his side.

Song Boyang woke up suddenly, put the phone to his ear, and pressed the answer button.

An obviously anxious voice came, and Sun Huiyun spoke very fast. She seemed to be talking while walking, or she might be running, so she was a little out of breath, "Song Boyang, have you seen Fang Wenze after school?"

"No." Song Boyang asked, "What's wrong, teacher?"

"Fang Wenze's mother said he never came home after school!"

"Teacher, let me go find it with you."

Song Boyang was striding towards the door of the dormitory with his mobile phone in hand, when Sun Huiyun's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You don't need to look for it."

The voice trembled violently.

"……found it."

"teacher?"

The phone was hung up.

Soon, Song Boyang heard the sound of 120 ambulances on campus through the thick walls of the dormitory building.