Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

After the second class, the vulgar radio gymnastics still made people lose their energy. They patiently followed the rhythm of the music and did the same moves as the second fool. A news came from the radio room that made everyone beat their chests: there will be an exam at the end of the month.

There was a sudden uproar. In fact, this exam was only organized by the school to examine the results of everyone's usual study. But for a bunch of learning machines, as long as it is an exam, no matter what its nature is, it is like a battlefield of life and death.

I was also vaguely worried. Since I was going to practice fighting at night, I only listened to the lectures and didn't review them these days, and I didn't know how much I had mastered.

However, this kind of mentality of "I don't know how much I have mastered" often proves that this period of learning is a tragedy.

It’s like when the Chinese teacher assigned a text to memorize in elementary school, and when you had to do a spot check the next day, you didn’t know how much you had memorized. You can't even recite the sentences, and you still hope to pass the test? [

But I was just worried for a little bit. Since it is an internal exam, the seats will not be disrupted. They are still taking the exam in their own class. With Chu Tingting and the others helping, it should be fine for now.

Now I obviously have more important things to do. The voice that announced the "examination news" just now is clear and light, and it is the wheat that I have been thinking about all morning.

To be honest, it seems a little perverted to be so concerned about a boy.But that child seems to be born to be pampered by others. I am very worried about what Long Ge will do to him.

In other words, I would rather know what happened to Hu Xiaoyang.

No matter what the reason is, I must find him to understand the situation, otherwise it will be troublesome if I can't sleep at night.At this time, I have completely forgotten Han Bing's advice to me, don't get involved.

I walked up to the second floor of Xiaobai Building and found the radio room. The door was still ajar as before, probably because I was afraid that the sudden knock on the door would cause a broadcast error.

I gently pushed it away and found that there were several people inside, including teachers and students, all busy with their own affairs.Mai Mai was the same as last time, wearing a big earphone and sitting among a bunch of machines.