Urban God-level Selection System

With a bang, Zhang Wanlin's mind seemed to explode, and the pictures flowed around, as if the years passed by.

For thousands of years, there is only a sigh of people.

He knows that he has come to another world this time, what is this world, and what is his identity?

The spring breeze in April blows across the earth, leaves rustling, the air is fresh and refreshing, and the birds and flowers are scented, and everything is vigorous.

It was the morning, Grade One (1) of Pingcheng High School.

The head teacher Yang Xue announced the results of the unit test on the podium: "This time it is very difficult for a student to get a perfect score in mathematics.

Especially the last two big questions, the idea of ​​solving the problems is very rigorous, and it is worthy of every student to learn. "

The students were surprised and puzzled. Are there any students who solved the last two big questions?

As we all know, the final big question of the examination paper is usually the most difficult and most complicated, and it often consumes a lot of energy.

The big questions in their class are even more so. The head teacher specially invited some professional teachers to make tricky questions in combination with the college entrance examination test sites over the years.

It is often harder than the college entrance examination.

The answer is really Amitabha, and the ancestors are on the blue smoke, which can be said to be frenzied.

Basically no one in the class can completely answer an exam paper, even a unit test.

Especially the last two big questions.

Now the headteacher announced that all the answers were correct, and praised the solution of the last two big questions, which shows how excellent this classmate is.

But who is this outstanding student?

"Zhang Wanlin, do you mean Mo Yanran or Qin Yu or Ning Xiaoxian?"

The tablemate and best friend Qin Fei asked Zhang Wanlin.

"how could I know.

Anyway, it's not me, don't care. "

Zhang Wanlin said lazily, always looking as though he was not awake.

In fact, he always looks like this during the day.

"If it's you, I don't think I will be able to get the answer right in my next life."

Qin Fei turned the topic to the three girls again: "The three of them are excellent, and they are all goddess-level figures, with good grades and good looks.

Who do you think it will be? "

With that, Qin Fei became drunk, meditated, and fell into a delusional dream.

Pingcheng Grade One (1) has always been envied by other classes for no other reason, because there are three goddesses in the class.

Among them, Mo Yanran was the first, followed by Qin Yu and Ning Xiaoxian.

Compared with other classes, they are mediocre and ordinary.

It's as if they were supposed to be the class flower of their class, they were all assigned to the first grade (1) class all at once.

No wonder some people want to come to Grade 1 (1) in the name of improving grades.

The head teacher Yang Xue said from the podium: "This classmate, as you all know, is Mo Yanran. For this full score, let the whole class applaud her."

Papa... applause sounded like thunder.

As a representative of the mathematics class, Mo Yanran is still the class leader, and even the goddess of the whole class and even all classes of the same level. This achievement is well received by everyone.

"Sure enough, it is Mo Yanran, too powerful!"

"Her math is always good."

"I'm so good-looking, my grades are so good, and my family is so rich.

What is not a goddess? "

Mo Yanran has a sweet appearance and a unique spirit like an elf. Sometimes her indifferent eyes look like a noble queen; sometimes she looks like a lovely loli.

The family is well-off. I heard that her family has five or six single-family villas in Pingcheng alone.

Many people have a crush on her.

Most of the love letters in this class plus those from other classes are stuffed in her desk.

Even if he has always been lazy, Zhang Wanlin, the second-year young man who is addicted to games and can't help himself, has to admit that his crush is also her.

However, secret love is always just secret love, although only separated by a few desks, the distance is vastly different.

No way, so many people have a crush on, how old are you?

Zhang Wanlin asked himself if he was the youngest in line.

What's more, she is always surrounded by rich second generations, official second generations, and so on.

That night Lin is even more useless.

Fortunately, whether others like you or not, you still have the right to have a crush on each other.

Yang Xue sent the paper to Mo Yanran, lifted the glasses, and the lens flashed a cold light: "Next, I will focus on criticizing a classmate! Not only made big mistakes, but also made some small mistakes that shouldn't be made, and his grades were low. Outrageous! The best in the class!!!"

The warm atmosphere in the class suddenly cooled down, and it seemed that the old class was about to make a big move.

Who was so unlucky and got a low score?

Don't you need your own head to block the teacher's cannon hole?

The head teacher Yang Xue is not only frantic, but also not inferior in punishing people. He is known as the torture of the Eighteenth National Congress of the Qing Dynasty.

One, copy papers.

Second, the penalty for running.

Three, the above two reciprocating cycles.

Under her strict supervision, basically 80% of the students in the class were not spared, and the boys were basically wiped out.

A male classmate was unbearable because of heavy punishment.

I would rather be flattened than to be tortured.

Today’s situation is more unusual than in the past, and I am afraid that the punishment will be more severe! The tails of the cranes in several classes were already shaking in their hearts.

Zhang Wanlin was surprisingly refreshed, and it could be said that he was in a cold sweat.

No one knows better than him that on the day of the unit test, he fell asleep.

This time I played a big game.

Yang Xue took a test paper and walked off the stage, slowly coming over in front of the class, her face frosty.

She walked in front of Zhang Wanlin, her face seemed to be shrouded in a devilish hideous: "Zhang Wanlin! What's the matter with this unit test?"

"I didn't write the big question, I can understand it.

But you won't know the most basic multiple-choice questions above, and you didn't even write the most basic ones.

Come on, give me an explanation." Zhang Wanlin stood up, the eyes of the whole class focused on him.

"It's him, I guess it's him, he always looks like he's not awake."

"This is outrageous, the most basic is wrong."

"I think I usually sleep in class, right?"

Zhang Wanlin was thinking about how to deal with it, can't he say that he sleeps in class, right?

If the old class knows, ah, not only did you have a wrong test paper, but you were still sleeping during the test, it would be unreasonable, and the crime would be even worse! Surely penalties.

But what should I say?

"Teacher, you should punish me!"

Zhang Wanlin finally said.

"Do you know the punishment too?"

Yang Xue said, "That's the old rule! Copy the paper ten times.

Then come and run ten laps in the playground every morning! "

The people in the class took a sigh of relief, which was unfortunate for grandma's house.

Ten times the paper is enough to bear, and now I have to run the playground.

The playground is so big, who suffers ten laps?

Sure enough, it was the famous Manchu torture! Yang Xue said again: "Mo Yanran, you come early every day, so help me monitor him! If you run less, just tell me."

"good teacher."

Mo Yanran thought for a while, and then said, "Teacher, maybe I change my position by his side and help him with tuition.

My math grades are good, I believe I can help him. "

The whole class was in an uproar.

The goddess in the class took the initiative to give tutoring to the scumbag?

OK?

Don't bring this to play.

For a time, all the scumbags were very regretful. If they knew today, why bother?

What do you do with such a high score in the test! ?

Isn't it good to be a scumbag?