mousepad-d2 Chapter 19 The Master Fu Who Doesn't Write His Name During the Exam
Chapter 19 The Master Fu Who Doesn't Write His Name During the Exam
On the second day, in order to wait for Fu Chen, Gu Qingran stepped into the classroom.
As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw that everyone's desks and chairs were divided into one table for each person.
In No. [-] Middle School’s monthly exams, the desks and chairs are separated, and each class is invigilated by teachers from other classes. Only the half-term exam and the final exam will disrupt the exams according to age rankings.
They entered the classroom, and before they could hand in their homework, the invigilator arrived.The teacher opened the kraft paper bag and divided the test papers, and the students in the first row passed them down one by one.
The first test is Chinese. I got up early in the morning, and my head is still a little dazed, not very clear-headed.
The first thing is Chinese, this kind of a large paragraph of text, there is a thick layer of dark clouds floating over Class [-] of Senior Two, and everyone is speechless.
Of course, this has no effect on Gu Qingran, he quickly wrote down the class and name.Then began his journey of answering questions.
Yes, for these academic masters, answering questions is like traveling, and being able to conquer one difficulty after another is like crossing one mountain after another, which makes people feel a sense of accomplishment.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and only the rustling sound left by writing was left in the classroom.
Soon, there was only half of the time left. Everyone has basically finished writing the questions that can be done, and the rest are those difficult and miscellaneous diseases.
So the students who had just immersed themselves in writing and writing quickly began to look around, left and right.
Fang Yang glanced at the invigilator who was grading homework on the stage. The chair was pushed against Gu Qingran's desk. He leaned back and whispered, "Brother Ran, turn the paper to the right."
Although Gu Qingran would not block his papers, he would never take the initiative to pass the answers to them.As for how much they can see, it all depends on their strength (sight).
Fang Yang sat in front of Gu Qingran, powerless. The new classmate who was closest to Gu Qingran slept on his stomach the whole time, so he didn’t count on it. The only thing he could count on now was Fang Yang’s deskmate, Li Hongming in front of Gu Qingran’s right.
Soon the Chinese test will be over, and we will take a 10-minute break.
Fang Yang grabbed Fu Chen who was about to go out, with a doggy smile on his face.
"Fu Chen, do me a favor, the next exam, shall we change seats?"
Fu Chen had a cold face: "No change!"
Fang Yang immediately yelled without a bottom line: "Brother Chen, please do me a favor, anyway, you don't sleep where you always sleep, right!"
Fu Chen nodded, Fang Yang thought there was a joke, and looked at Fu Chen wagging his tail like a pug.
But he didn't want Fu Chen to pour out a basin of cold water.
"It's useless to call me grandpa, don't change it!"
Fang Yang immediately changed his strategy, with a bitter face, he shook Fu Chen's arm pitifully, and yelled:
"Master Fu—you just feel sorry for the slave family. Look at the slave family and there are more than 40 brothers and sisters waiting for food, waiting for the slave family's answer!"
The 40 or so waiting brothers and sisters in the class all looked pitiful, looking at Fu Chen pitifully.
Fang Yang continued to work hard, calling out flatteringly, "Master Fu—"
The scream made Fu Chen tremble, goosebumps all over his body, and he grabbed Fang Yang's tightly holding hand in disgust.
But Fang Yang is really not an ordinary person, he will never die until the Yellow River, Fu Chen refuses to agree, and will never let go.
Fu Chen's cool face darkened bit by bit: "If you don't let go, Master Fu won't change!"
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Fang Yang immediately let go and gave him a sunny smile: "Master Fu is righteous, Master Fu is loyal enough, and Master Fu will be our brother from now on!"
Seeing that Fang Yang had successfully changed positions, the others gave him a thumbs up.In the wechat group, Fang Yang was praised for his sacrifice.
Seeing a group of dummies, Gu Qingran just wanted to cover his face, the slap came too fast!
You just scolded someone yesterday, but today you are a brother.It really is a man's heart, a needle in the sea, it's unbelievable.
Soon the math test will start.Someone fell asleep again.
For the sake of the 40 or so brothers and sisters in the class who were waiting to be fed, Gu Qingran wrote in black block letters as big as he could, and the writing was more beautiful than the printed words on the test paper.
Fang Yang has no other skills, but his eyesight is the best in the class.With Gu Qingran's cooperation, copying the answers was a piece of cake.
Listening to the countdown on the radio, the invigilator stood up, clapped his hands, and reminded: "Okay, it's time, check the name and class. The last student collects the paper."
Gu Qingran picked up the test paper and walked to Fu Chen's side. A certain master was still sleeping and had no intention of waking up. Why did he go last night?
Gu Qingran pushed Fu Chen who was sleeping like a dead pig: "Fu Chen, hand in the paper!"
"Huh?" Fu Chen turned his head, blinked his thick eyelashes, opened a gap, and looked at Gu Qingran in a daze.
Gu Qingran said angrily: "Master, the paper is handed in!"
"Oh——" Fu Chen rubbed his eyes, and took out a white and clean paper from under his hands, without even a black pimple.
Gu Qingran glanced at it.
class: empty.
Name: empty.
Gu Qingran really didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but she was afraid that Grandpa Fu would have a heart attack in anger.
Pointing to the test paper, he said, "Write your name and class!"
"Huh? Didn't you write it?" A certain master followed Gu Qingran's slender fingers and looked over.Sweeping around on the table, and buried his head in the table hole to find a circle.
Dazedly raised his head and looked at Gu Qingran who was already impatient: "No pen!"
Gu Qingran turned around and picked up her pen and handed it over.
The invigilator's voice sounded at the right time: "What are the students over there doing?"
Gu Qingran: "Teacher, he forgot to write his name and class."
"Hurry up!" said the invigilator and buried himself in sorting out the test papers collected by other groups.
Seeing this, Gu Qingran quickly pointed his finger on the correct option of the first question.
Seeing that Fu Chen didn't move, Gu Qingran's disgusted voice sounded: "Write!"
Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and wrote the answer, Gu Qingran pulled out the test paper in his hand and walked to the front.