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Chapter 873 The Counterattack of the Ugly Swan (16)

"Ring-ring--"

When the bell rang after class, the girls were busy writing self-criticism.

It is really too difficult to search a thousand words on the Internet and not allow others to write them on behalf of others.

When Zuo Xuan woke up, he saw all the girls in the class writing furiously, which made him think that there was some homework assigned in the last class.

So he asked the deskmate next to him, "Has the teacher assigned homework?"

The deskmate is a naive little fat man, he is very popular in the class, he shook his head and said, "No, they are writing a self-criticism!"

"Oh, call me after math class." Zuo Xuan got down again.

Since he is writing a review, it means that Su Qingyu's matter has been resolved, and it is estimated that there will be peace for a while.

If she is at peace, so is he.

I don't know what's going on, it's true that when Su Qingyu is bullied, Zuo Xuan can always meet him, sometimes he has to take care of it if he doesn't want to.

Gu Xiaojing packed her things and went home at noon, and she gave Su Qingyu a glare before leaving.

Among her peers, she was afraid that people like Yang Sisi and ordinary people like Su Qingyu were born to be bullied.

In the blink of an eye, it was the monthly exam, Miao Xinxue and Gu Xiaojing both returned to school for the exam.

Coincidentally, several of them, together with Yang Sisi, were assigned to the same examination room, as well as Zuo Xuan.

Everyone's order was disrupted, and they just happened to sit in different groups and rows.

Su Qingyu's seat was at the end, and Zuo Xuan was sitting at the top right of her, and she could see him as soon as she looked up.

The exam has begun. The first class is mathematics, and the time is two hours.

It took Su Qingyu an hour and a half to finish all the questions, and then lay idly on the desk, looking around.

Glancing at Zuo Xuan's eyes fixed on his test paper, she read it question by question, and found that his answers were exactly the same as hers.

Amazing, I didn't expect Zuo Xuan's grades to be so good.

I just don't know how his other subjects are.

The next few classes were Chinese, English and Chemistry. Like the first math class, Su Qingyu went to see Zuo Xuan's after finishing the test paper.

Surprisingly, I found that except for the Chinese extracurricular questions, the answers were still exactly the same.

Isn't he sleeping in class?
Amazing!If you can solve the problems in class without listening to the lecture, this is definitely a cheat.

Su Qingyu was autistic, thinking about life with her head covered.

In fact, Zuo Xuan didn't open the plug-in. He had been studying abroad before, because he didn't like socializing with the outside world very much, so he soaked himself in the classroom and library every day to read books and do quizzes.

Over time, he began to do homework for senior grades across grades.

These domestic courses, he has already taught himself abroad.It was also his father's wish to return to China, allowing him to take the college entrance examination.

Now he can do high mathematics and physics questions in many universities, and these questions in the monthly exam are trivial to him.

The two-day monthly exam is over, and the results will come out in about two or three days.

It happened to be a holiday, two days off, and the list will be posted next Monday.

The weather was fine on the weekend, a few girls in the class organized a barbecue at the seaside and called Su Qingyu, but she didn't go.

It's the third year of high school, and this is the first time they will call her when they have an event.

But Su Qingyu didn't want to go, and she just asked for trouble when she went, and used it as a background board for them.

She should find a part-time job to make money.

I am in the third year of high school, and I need to buy a lot of review materials to prepare for the college entrance examination in June next year.

Su Qingyu found a part-time job in the city center, working as a waiter in a western restaurant, the kind with a mask.

(End of this chapter)