Shi Ning of class 9, grade 2, and Lu Zhian of class 1, grade 2, handed in their papers almost at the same time, walked out of the examination room at the same time, and received the same envy, jealousy and hatred behind them.


    "I handed in my paper in advance again. Oh, shit! How did you take the exam? Don''t you need to think about it?"


    "I really want to cry. Did she (he) engrave all the Chinese books in her mind and turn them to the right place?"


    "Don''t give people a living, don''t give people a living. Wait to be criticized! I can''t even say this paragraph in classical Chinese."


    All kinds of muttering only dare to move in the lips or heart, dare not turn into a voice, say it from the mouth, look at the back of leaving, that envy, that jealous, I want to hand in the paper as natural and unrestrained!


    Unfortunately, I can only think about it. They really can''t hand in their papers in advance.


    Sitting behind Ning Ning''s grade third, a group of inner nervous, "Oh, rely on" after a hurriedly do C face, people are more than the dead people, obviously only two different segments, the result, the sky cut off!


    He was still struggling with the C side, and the guy in the first throne handed in his paper and left in advance.


    The third grade didn''t even dare to lift his head. As for Su Muhan, the second grade, he was calmer and didn''t panic. Only when Shi Ning got up and handed in the paper, his pupils tightened a little and soon recovered as usual.


    Zhu Yulu, who took a serious examination under the stage, didn''t find that Shi Ning had handed in her paper and left. When she did a good job and looked up at the stage with confidence, the smile at the corners of her mouth was frozen.


    The object of her secret struggle had left at some point.


    As for the students of class 9, when they saw Shi Ning leaving, they had everything in their hearts. The legendary "big man" and "learning God" had always been around him, but he didn''t find it. He perfectly missed the opportunity to be a little brother!


    I regret that my intestines are green!


    Liu xiangnight, who was sweating on his forehead, kept holding on, and his face was so pale that it seemed that he could fall down with only a light touch of a finger.


    "Lala, my eldest sister handed in her paper again. I''m so happy, I''m so happy." Lin Jiji, a student who didn''t mind a zero in the exam, was so happy that he hummed a song.


    Shi Ning''s six loyal younger brothers, except Kong Yi, who can silently take a pen to do the test paper, basically put all the others down, such as yellow hair. They only need to snore when they sleep.


    Outside, when Mr. Deng saw Shi Ning coming out, he quietly wiped the sweat and walked up quickly, "are you steady? Can you do it?"


    Before the exam, I specially said that I must be steady. I''d rather check more times than hand in the paper in advance.


    As a result, the child handed in his paper nearly 50 minutes in advance!


    "You taught me Chinese. Even if I failed all the subjects, I couldn''t fail you." Shi Ning said with a smile. She moved her neck to comfort Mr. Deng. "No problem. I even made a draft of my composition, polished it, and then copied it to the volume. In the past, I never made a draft of my composition."


    Teacher Deng sighed, "you didn''t write before, so you don''t need a draft."


    Shi Ning: "......" he was so caught off guard.


    I really admire Xiao Ning''s courage. It''s not easy for students to do her job.


    She was mixed enough in nine cities, but she never dared to miss the exam and hand in blank papers every time, because she would not be beaten to death by the old man at home, and she would also be trained by the teacher to be unable to lift her head.


    As the saying goes: a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. An hour is better than before. She is willing to bow down.


    "I''ll have a good test in the future. You, don''t worry about me." Shi Ning respected Mr. Deng and was willing to earn face for Mr. Deng, "... I felt very much about this composition. When I finished writing, I seemed to see the invigilator wipe his tears. If I was lucky, I might score 120 points."