I Am the Sister of the School Grass

    He looked at the boy who was half a head taller than himself, still a little frightened.

    However, in fact, Fang Zheng is not at all like the school tyrant that Lu Lin imagined, he is arrogant and airy.

    On the contrary, Fang Zheng was wearing his school uniform.

    The button was only unbuttoned at the top of the Adam's apple.

    He walked with a straight waist and a graceful posture.

    It's not like the rumored bully who beat people to death.

    Yunyan walked to Lu Lin and reminded him in a low voice, "Don't look at my brother again."

    Lu Lin quickly retracted his gaze, and under the glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle reflected the confusion of the master.

    He explained in a panic: "I'm not, I don't!"

    He just thought of the melon he ate two days ago.

    Absolutely nothing else!

    Cheng Li laughed and joked: "Lu Xueba, this is the first time I've seen Brother Zheng, it's normal."

    Wu Su also said: "Haha, our brother Zheng is beautiful, you didn't see him wearing a suit a few days ago, and people want to marry when they see it."

    They joked.

    Fang Zheng didn't care about this. He fiddled with his phone and said to Lu Lin, "Come on, Xueba, add a friend?"

    Lu Lin's resistance was useless, and he was added as a friend by the school bully.

    And then pulled into a group.

    Taking advantage of the time between serving dishes, Lu Lin sneaked a glance at the group name.

    [Did the math competition result today]

    Lu Lin is a little confused, when did the school bully participate in the math competition?

    There are only five people in this group, including him.

    And apart from him, the other four don't look like Yazi who participated in the math competition.

    Lu Lin didn't know what to say.

    He glanced at Yunyan who was picking fishbone and wanted to ask her what was going on.

    Before Lu Lin could make a move, the school bully glared at him.

    Lu Lin obediently took back his phone and gave Fang Zheng a look of 'I will never tell Yunyan'.

    After dinner, Lu Lin Xueba went back to the dormitory to revisit the 'Schoolmaster Become Famous Post'.

    His phone beeps, indicating that he has received a new WeChat message.

    Lu Lin is a scholar who can count the number of his friends with just one slap.

    No one sends him messages except for the class group.

    The class has been disturbed by Guangya's various things recently.

    Lu Lin blocked the group.

    The only news he can receive now is the group that was pulled into by the school bully today.

    [Did the math competition result today]

    Zheng: Picture.JPG

    Wu Su: Brother Zheng, why are you posting this?

    Zheng: My sister's transcript, please enjoy.

    Cheng always has a routine: This is all a little bit, isn't Brother Zheng sleeping?

    Zheng: Looking at the huge gap between you and this report card, you can still sleep?

    Ying Ying is not an eyeshadow:…

    Cheng always has a routine:…

    Lu Lin: Can't sleep! I'll get up and quiz!

    Cheng Li felt a stumbling block and didn't know what to say.

    I can only try my best to comfort myself, scumbags don't care about grades.

    He tuned the group to 'Receive messages without reminders'.

    I thought to myself, at 13:05 now, I can sleep for another half hour.

    Before he turned over, the phone began to vibrate again.

    Cheng Li picked it up and took a look.

    This time he was so shocked that he let go of his hand and smashed the phone on his face.

    The message was sent to him by Brother Zheng.

    —"Damn, why did that Lu Lin really study? What if his grades surpass Yunyan next time?"

    Cheng Li: “…”

    The sins of your own creation are yours to clean up!

    Please don't pull the scum into the water, thank you!

    Because the math competition is difficult, the starting point is high and the ceiling is also high.

    This means that the scores of students are very different, and the polarization is very serious.

    So, there are not many people in the class who sign up for the math competition to find abuse.

    To be fair, not many people should know about the math competition results at noon today.

    But Fang Zheng came to the classroom in the afternoon.

    I heard a lot of people talking about math competitions.

    "The first place in this year's math competition is the third next door?"

    "We all say this in the provincial competition, so there should be no mistake."

    "Yunyan is 292!"

    "There are times when gods don't perform well. Besides, that 292 is also because the title is simple."

    Let's talk about competition, Fang Zheng remembered that there is such a platform.

    Sure enough, the competition bar, which has been deserted for a long time, is very lively today.

    All replies on the homepage are within ten minutes.

    It's a huge amount of traffic.

    The top post has been replied to more than 200 times.

    The title is—

    [Congratulations to No. 3 Middle School for winning the provincial Olympic Games again this year! 】

    Congratulations to the students of No. 3 Middle School for achieving a new high in the Olympic Games!

    Although the provincial rankings have not yet come out, but according to gossip, this year's third middle school students' scores have been higher than the previous five years, and they have no chance of running for the first place.

    First floor: It must be No. 1. The people of No. 2 Middle School sent a congratulatory message.

    The third floor: a congratulatory message from the next province.

    Fifth Floor: No. 3 Middle School for six consecutive years, congratulations!

    Eighth Floor: Students from No. 1 Middle School also sent congratulatory messages, congratulations.

    Tenth Floor: Ask in a low voice, how many points?

    The landlord replied: Very high, more than 60 points higher than last year's provincial line.

    Tenth Floor: …Well, thank you.

    The landlord replied: Students of No. 1 Middle School, I don't understand what your ellipsis means.

    Tenth Floor: I'm sorry, I hit it off, thank you!

    Because the tenth floor has a good attitude of admitting mistakes.

    Although someone came to ridicule a few words, but no one competed against the ellipsis he sent.

    Fang Zheng clicked in to check the profile on the tenth floor, and saw that the person's educational background was No. 1 Middle School.

    He felt that the tenth floor looked familiar.

    But can't remember who this person is.

    As soon as Cheng Li entered the classroom, he saw Brother Zheng meditating on the phone.

    He thought that he didn't reply to Brother Zheng's message at noon, and now he has to show his diligence.

    Cheng Li said, "Isn't this person's avatar the background image of Lu Lin's Moments?"

    He just finished speaking.

    Fang Zheng pops up a new WeChat group message.

    [Did the math competition result today]

    Lu Lin: I feel that Yunyan is the first place in this year's math competition!

    Lu Lin: But my basis is not comprehensive, wait for the result tomorrow!

    Fang Zheng planned to kick Xueba out of the group at noon today.

    Seeing this news, he licked his teeth, but chose to leave Lu Lin generously.

    In terms of the speed of getting information from various channels, no one can compare to Lu Lin.

    Lu Lin had no idea that he was about to be kicked out of the group by the school bully.

    He didn't even care that he was scolded in the post bar.

    Instead, she happily shared the first-hand news she got in the group.

    Lu Lin: We must believe in Yunyan!

    Zheng: I have always believed in my sister.

    Cheng Li looked at the group with a look of sadness no greater than death.

    In the past, only Brother Zheng was blowing clouds, and he could still accept it.

    Now there is a Lu Lin…

    Brother Zheng and Lu Lin don't need anyone else's foil at all, they can chat awkwardly and high.

    He is really sad.

    Cheng Li changed her name.

    Mr. Cheng gave up on himself: I also believe in Yunyan!

    When Wu Su saw the news, he almost fell off the top bunk in horror.

    He just took a nap, how has the world changed?

    In the afternoon, Yunyan went to the competition class as usual.

    At two o'clock, the bell for class rang.

    Mr. Li walked in happily with a stack of materials, the first sentence was.

    "Congratulations everyone, you have achieved good results!"

    The class was gloomy.

    The boy sitting behind Yunyan said, "Mr. Li, it's not good at all, this year's No. 1 is in No. 3 Middle School."

    "Yeah, we didn't do well in the test."

    "Why don't we always get the first place? I just found out that we were beaten by the third middle school for six years!"

    Even Ning Yue, who has always been cold, said, "My grades are still not satisfactory."

    Students who did not participate in the competition have followed Post Bar, and the students in the competition class have no reason to know about this.

    They all apparently saw that post.

    Someone said: "Don't blame yourself, Kashen didn't win the first place last year. The first place depends not only on strength, but also luck."

    Mr. Li was stunned.

    He put down the paper.

    "What are you talking about? This year's first place in the province is Yunyan."

    The whole class: "???"

    The author has something to say: Today's old Li is one meter eight!