My Youth Began With Him

The high school class teacher is awkward because she will read out the results of your exam aloud.

So all the classmates in the class will know your score...

"Zhang Xiaoxia, 92."

The teacher handed over a paper, and a small girl in the first row took the head down.

"Wang Wei 96."

"Li Mengxi, 91."

"Prince Yao 95."

"He Xin, 96."

The teachers called the names one by one, and Huo Mian couldn’t help but admire these schoolmates.

No loss is the experimental class, such a difficult question, it is not easy to get more than 90.

The more difficult class is above 90 points, the level is too high, it is an experimental class.

After the teacher has finished all the distribution, there are two papers in his hand...

In addition to Huo Mian, there is still a classmate who did not send it.

"Du Hongguang - 100." The teacher finished.

The whole class spontaneously screamed with warm applause...

A boy with a long hair and a handsome look went up and took the paper silently.

Such a difficult math problem, reaching one hundred, is simply a metamorphosis in the metamorphosis...

Therefore, everyone could not help but show his appreciation.

At this time, the teacher looked at Huo Mian again and said, "Huo Lingling."

The whole class was suddenly silent, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the results of this listening student.

The girls are waiting to laugh at this newcomer...

The boys are looking forward to what is the performance of this girl?

In school, only two things are proud capital, one is the value of the face, and the other is the score.

"Huo Lingling - 100."

After the teacher finished, Huo Mian got up without accident and went to pick up the paper...

The whole class was shocked...

"How is it possible? Is it not wrong?"

"Will the teacher deliberately let the water go?"

"Hey? You said, is she copying the papers of our class to learn Du Hongguang..."

"Impossible, the distance between them is 100,000 miles, unless Sun Wukong’s eyes are on fire, or how to copy it?"

Everyone, you are talking about me...

Huo Mian calmly took the roll and walked back to the seat...

"Oh, yes..." The little fat man next to the room gave a thumbs up.

Some of these questions have never been done, but it is not difficult for her.

Since she chose to study medicine, it proves that science scores are quite good.

It’s no accident to get 100...

"This time my question is very difficult. It is beyond the scope of your knowledge, especially the last one. I didn't expect two students to get full marks. They are - Du Hongguang, Huo Lingling - let us Applauded for the two classmates."

After the class teacher finished speaking, there was a warm applause...

When the math class was under class, the little fat man came over again. The gossip asked, "Hey, are you really a student at Xinhua?"

"Yes." Huo Mian nodded guilty.

"But Xinhua has such a strong academic tyrant? The entire C city, the quality of our second teaching is the highest, our class Du Hongguang is a super school tyrant, not human... I always think that no one can compare with beauty... how You are so powerful, you are really a pity in Xinhua... You came to the school to listen to the class, and you saw that our school is the same in both the environment and the teaching. You should transfer it directly... Don't go back."

Little fat man seems to have a good impression on Huo Mian, and she is persuaded to transfer her school.

Huo Mian laughs without saying...

At this time, she glanced at the boy who also took 100 points. After class, everyone else played, he was still learning.

"Is he always like that?" Huo Mian asked curiously.

"Yeah, his family is in a bad condition. He used to go to junior high school in the countryside. Later, because of his good grades, he was accepted by the leaders of our school. The tuition fee was saved for him... I heard that his family is very poor. There are also a few brothers and sisters, who are also very frugal in their living expenses, rarely eat meat, and are cabbage potatoes every day."

The little fat man, Barabara, said...

Huo Mian’s heart is sour...

At this time, there was a noisy voice at the door... Many girls were blocked up.

Qin Chu did not know when he stood at the door.

"Please help me call you class Huo - Lingling." Qin Chu said calmly to a girl at the door.

She suddenly changed her name, Qin Chu is not used to it.