Chen Yunyun was extremely speechless and silently looked towards the Qingmul Ridge in the distance.

This guy is so realistic.

As soon as I mentioned that I was not interested in chatting, my interest in surfing the Internet came up.

But it's better to just trick him here. Otherwise, tomorrow's parent-teacher meeting will be too boring. As for playing games, she can sneak away halfway.

Hee hee, I'm so smart!

During the lunch break, Jiang Nian received news from Lin Dong.

"Wori, you can't get in through the gate."

Generally speaking, the school gate is closed after the lunch break begins.

Lin Dong was still standing outside the door with eleven cups of milk tea. After eating, he missed the passing time.

However, this does not trouble Zhennan Diazi Wang at all.

Jiang Nian was too experienced and typed a reply.

"You take a detour to the north gate and walk along the wall. You can see a shared bicycle leaning against the wall. You can climb over the wall on the bicycle and come in. No one will care about it."

Lin Dong was slightly worried about this.

"Brother Nian, why are you so skilled?"

Jiang Nian thought for a while and replied.

"Listen to what others say."

"By the way, if you really get caught, just say you are from Class 4."

Lin Dong was thoughtful, could it be that he is really a genius?

The third class loves the people in real names, and all the dirty water is thrown at the fourth class. So there are no quiet years, but there are people who are carrying a heavy load and moving forward.

North gate, outside the wall.

Lin Dong looked at the towering wall and then at the small yellow car placed against the wall.

"Damn it, can a human get over this?"

He picked up his cell phone and sent a message to Jiang Nian but did not see a reply.

There were still fifty minutes until the lunch break ended and the doors opened, and he really didn't want to wait that long.

Thinking of this, he silently opened his friend list and started shaking people.

Huang Cairang responded, "What's wrong, Brother Dong?"

Lin Dong knew that the dormitory was locked at this time, but he still acted like a dead horse.

"I'm at the north gate wall now, so I can't get in."

After a long while, Huang Cairang replied.

"Brother Dong, the dormitory door is locked. (Picture)"

Seeing this, Lin Dong had no choice but to explain.

"I bought a box of milk tea, but it's a pity that I can't get in. I originally planned on you to pick me up and treat you to a drink, but now it seems like it's okay."

Three seconds passed before the message was sent.

"Brother Dong, I climbed down the water pipe from the third floor."

Lin Dong: "???"

Five minutes later, inside the wall.

"Here, Cai Lang."

"Thank you, Brother Dong." Huang Cairang wiped his hands with a silly smile on his face.

"No, I should thank you." Lin Dong shook his head and said seriously, "Cailang, my friend, you are the real hero."

To be honest, when Lin Dong stood on his bicycle and watched Huang Cairang climb down from the third floor.

It is no exaggeration to say that everyone stood at attention.

He felt like he was as childish as a new recruit in front of Huang Cailang. If zombies broke out one day, he would definitely be like this (thumbs up).

Huang Cailang smiled naively, took a sip of the milk tea, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Sweet and delicious.

After lunch break, in the corridor.

After draining the water, Jiang Nian leaned against the railing to blow the wind, and couldn't help but be stunned while listening to Lin Dong's description of what happened at noon.

"If we are caught, I don't know which of you two will get the harsher sentence."

Lin Dong didn't care about this.

"A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian couldn't help but sigh.

Class 3 is really a nest of snakes and rats. No, it is a gathering of talents. No wonder Class 3 has such good results, with an average of 800 tricks per person.

Even the test-taking teachers can’t beat this group of byds.

In the classroom, Zhang Ningzhi looked at the fruit tea on the table.

"Who bought it?"

Li Hua was also a little confused, after all, Ma Guojun and Yao Beibei were also there.

"From what Lin Dong said, it seems that Jiang Nian invited him."

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Ningzhi nodded, turned around, and saw a cup of fruit tea on the squad leader's table. There was a straw on it, and it was obvious that the squad leader had already drank it.

She was stunned, thinking that Jiang Nian still had some conscience.

I just have too much conscience.

She shook her head, put down her fruit tea and went to find Yao Beibei.

Class is approaching.

Sun Zhicheng was stuck clicking into the school and accidentally entered a mysterious website at noon.

I obviously set the alarm clock, but ended up oversleeping.

He hurriedly walked slowly along the way, almost running. The moment the bell rang, he swooped into the third floor of the high school and climbed up the stairs.

Old Liu Gang was about to go upstairs. The first period in the afternoon was his class.

To be honest, it’s free.

His face was shining with Buddha's light, and he came again to chant sutras for all the little masters.

Will you fall asleep?

He was sleeping, lying down in a large area.

Lao Liu didn't care about this. Anyway, the leader only cares about the results. Even if the Chinese scores in his own class are not good, are the scores in other classes good?

What if another class’s Chinese score is very good?

The answer is very simple, just put pressure on their total score.

The college entrance examination depends on the total score. What's the point of getting a higher score in the Chinese language test?

If your overall score is not high, no matter how good your Chinese is, you can only become a second-level student. When the dormitory buddies recall the past, the roommates will definitely get angry.

Hey, isn’t this a great writer? He’s just different from us. He got perfect marks in the college entrance examination essay, so why are he still in the same school as us?

What's the use of writing a composition? Where's your Nobel Prize-winning masterpiece?

The kid in Class 3 has such a high total score. Who in the other classes can study Chinese calmly?

This is a conspiracy.

With a bang, a person knocked him away and rushed upwards.

"Hey, you student, Sun Zhicheng! What's the matter with you?"

Sun Zhicheng was confused. Damn it, he bumped into the head teacher.

But he knew very well at this time that if he stopped, it would be the end. What should he do? In anxiety, a rush of wisdom suddenly surged in his heart, and he shouted.

"I can't hold it in any longer. Goodbye, teacher."

Sun Zhicheng rushed into the classroom and sat down. Before he could catch his breath, Sun Zhicheng saw the milk tea on the table.

"Who gave it to me?"

Lin Dong turned his head and explained.

"Oh, Brother Nian bought our group a drink."
To be continued...