On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Jin Heng is very smart, at least Teacher Cen has been teaching for so many years, and he has never met a student like him so far. Although he usually brushes up the practice papers, Jin Heng obviously spends much less time studying than those hard-working academic masters, and he is also much more comfortable.

Mr. Cen is well aware of Cheng Doudou's situation. It is quite puzzling that Jin Heng can teach him.

Recently, the pressure of studying is so heavy that even going to the toilet has become a luxury. During the short break between classes, almost all the students in the class ran away and went straight to the bathroom, and the rest of them were also listless and weak.

Recently, the teachers of the office team released another set of joint A papers, which is a bit difficult, and it is difficult to make it with the strength of the students in Class Nine. So the math teacher only talked about the basic questions in the front, and the final questions in the back can only be skipped.

When Mr. Cen walked to the side of Jin Heng's seat, he saw him resting his chin and concentrating on solving the problem. I wrote down some things on the draft paper at hand, but Mr. Cen couldn't see anything because it was too fragmented.

After about a minute, Jin Heng realized Teacher Cen's existence, subconsciously sat up straight, thinking that she had something to explain.

Teacher Cen didn't say anything, just looked at his face and said, If you don't understand anything about the finale questions, you can ask the math teacher in private. She usually skips some difficult points in the questions, so you can only go to the office for more questions. run.

Although it is not very good to say so, in fact, the teaching method of class nine is really not suitable for top students. This set of joint A papers is mainly written for the rocket class, and is used to screen the candidates for the key points of the exam. Because of the overall strength level of Class Nine, the teacher would habitually ignore the finale questions when explaining the papers.

It's not that they don't want to talk about it, but that students can't understand it. It involves a lot of super-syllabus content, which cannot be explained clearly in a few words. It is better to spend time on basic questions, but it delays Jin Heng a bit.

Jin Heng knew that Mr. Cen might have misunderstood something, so he completed the half-calculated answer on the paper, put down his pen and said, It's okay, the math teacher explained it in detail.

He just heard that the latter question was difficult, so he happened to have free time to do the math. In the end, I found that it was really troublesome. It was obvious that the question group deliberately made things difficult, but the college entrance examination will not come up with such excessive question types, so it doesn't make much sense to write or not.

Excellent students are always attractive.

Teacher Cen's complexion slowed down again and again, her soft-spoken appearance didn't fit her usual stern style, You have been in Class Nine for a while, are you still used to it?

Jin Heng nodded, Very good.

In fact, no matter how you look at it, Class Nine is much better than the original class.

Teacher Cen continued to ask, Is the usual study time tight?

Jin Heng didn't understand why she asked such a question, so he could only say ambiguously, It's okay.

Seeing this, Teacher Cen was slightly relieved, and finally expressed his intention of coming, The teacher recently wants to set up a one-on-one learning mutual assistance group in the class, and help each other with close grades, just like you helped Cheng Doudou, six people form a small unit.

The air conditioner in the classroom made a slight sound, dispelling the stuffy heat outside.

Teacher Cen saw that some students had come back in twos and threes, and continued, The teacher wants to form a group with the top five students in the class except you, and then you will be the group leader, responsible for paying attention to their learning... ...The teacher knows that time is very tight recently, if you are really too busy, you can tell me.

Although the grades are divided into high and low grades, if some people push it, it will be the difference between a junior college and a bachelor's degree. Teacher Cen really has no choice.

Some students in the class who were resting in the classroom heard the conversation between them, while drinking water, they quietly pricked up their ears, wondering how Jin Heng would answer.

Jin Heng still had that quiet look, nodded and agreed, Okay.

In fact, as long as the bottom line is not involved, Jin Heng is quite a talkative person. Probably because of the change of mood, sometimes he feels that it is okay to help the semi-college students in Class 9, after all... some roads can only be walked once.

And the college entrance examination is only once.

Teacher Cen was overjoyed when he heard his answer. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it. Finally, he patted him on the shoulder, If you need help, you can tell the teacher.

After the class bell rang, Teacher Cen began to assign study group lists non-stop. The students sat at the bottom, seeing that she was not giving lectures, they couldn't help whispering curiously.

Didn't Teacher Cen talk about the papers? Why hasn't there been any movement?

Shhh, I just saw Mr. Cen approached Jin Heng and asked him to help us get our grades. Now we are sorting out the list of study groups.

Jin Heng agreed?

Yes, I saw him nodding.

There was a slight uproar around.

Even though Jin Heng has been here for more than a month, he actually doesn't talk much, and Zou Kai and the others took him to play, which of course left him with an unkind and cold image.

Before Jin Heng helped Cheng Doudou to study, he had fallen through everyone's eyes, but he didn't expect to agree to help them set up a study group. To be honest, in the third year of high school, time is money, and brothers may not be able to help like this.

The students in Class Nine looked at Jin Heng's usual quiet back, and their moods were somewhat complicated.

Teacher Cen quickly sorted out the list of the study groups, and informed the class of the news, From now on, student Jin Heng will be the leader of the study group. If students in other groups don't understand anything, they can discuss it with him in his spare time. Time to discuss and communicate. If you have any questions about the assignment, you can find the teacher after class.

As soon as the list came out, there were joys and sorrows. Those who were happy were a group of team members, and those who were worried were Cheng Doudou.

His master, who was originally only him, would now be divided by five people, and his mood could be described as wanting to cry without tears.

Cheng Doudou's father is engaged in real estate projects, the family does not lack money, but lacks a brilliant scholar. In the last Xiaoyue exam, because of the improvement of Cheng Doudou's grades, his family even set up several tables in the big hotel to celebrate. Those who didn't know thought it was a school entrance banquet.

Cheng's father didn't know why, so he deliberately carried a bunch of high-end supplements to thank the teacher, but these days the teacher's style is strict, and the things can't be given out at all.

When school was over, Cheng Doudou hesitated and looked at Jin Heng after thinking about it for a while, Well, are you usually busy on weekends?

Although the school made up classes, at least it gave two days off every weekend, so it wouldn't be too cruel and inhumane.

Jin Heng was packing his schoolbag, when he heard this, he glanced at him, What's wrong?

On weekends, Jin Heng usually has nothing to do. He either lies at home to sleep, or helps Yan Na make up lessons, and then hangs out with Wen Yan, and goes back to roll the sheets, and the day passes.

Cheng Doudou's face was flushed, and the back of his scalp was almost bald before he stammered, That... that is... can you be my tutor... the teacher my dad hired for me... I don't feel as flexible as you ... I was dismissed, and you will help me make up lessons every weekend, and I will pay you by the hour, okay?

Tutors outside now charge a lot of money, and a few hours of class can be worth several days' wages for others, and ordinary people can also maintain a basic income for life. Although Jin Heng has good grades, only teachers can know his level. If he goes out to be a tutor, no parent will dare to hire him.

Jin Heng paused, Do your parents know?

Cheng Doudou nodded vigorously, Yeah...yes, I told them...the grade test was so good...it was all...you taught...

He didn't know that Jin Heng was short of money, and he was afraid that the other party would disagree, so he was so nervous that he was sweating.

Jin Heng agreed very readily, Okay, I have time on Saturday and Sunday, how many hours do you want to make up a day?

Now the dumbfounded one was replaced by Cheng Doudou, Huh?

Jin Heng: Then four hours first, if it is not enough, add more.

Outside the window, the sky was full of clouds, and there were boys in twos and threes playing ball on the playground, chasing and fighting, and refused to leave school.

Jin Heng went downstairs with his schoolbag on his back, and threw back the ball that accidentally flew to his feet. The night wind blew his clothes, and the passing time also symbolized the countdown to the end of their teenage years.

Maybe this is normal high school life.

Studying, playing ball, the playground, the luxuriant summer, the noisy classrooms. Instead of endless bullying and fear.

Wen Yan has something to do today, so he couldn't come to pick him up at the gate of No. 6 Middle School in time, so he made an appointment with Jin Heng to meet at a nearby barbecue stand, which seemed like a treat.

Seeing that the road was not far away, Jin Heng did not squeeze the bus, but followed the mobile phone navigation, but within two steps, he keenly noticed that someone seemed to be following him behind him, squinted his eyes, and turned off the mobile phone.

Standing in the middle of the road, Jin Heng looked back, and unexpectedly saw a vicissitude-looking man following him step by step, like a thief, it was Jin Changqing.

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Jin Heng suddenly let out a low sigh with unknown meaning. Sometimes it's not that he refuses to let go, it's just that when he is about to pull away and leave, someone will always grab his clothes and refuse to let go.

It's so annoying that I want to chop it off with a knife.

Jin Heng was silent for a few seconds, temporarily suppressing the killing intent in his heart that had not surged for a long time. He walked towards Jin Changqing with an expressionless face, making it difficult to see his emotions and anger, and finally stopped at a distance of three meters.

Jin Heng stared at Jin Changqing's skinny cheeks, indifferent in his heart, and asked with a half-smile, You've been with me for a few days, what's the matter?

During this period of time, Jin Changqing ran around like a mouse crossing the street in order to avoid usury. Full and hungry, unshaven, no different from a beggar. When he heard Jin Heng's words, a light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him, Ah Heng, Dad... Dad knew it was wrong... I shouldn't have hit you that day, do you have money, lend me a meal , two hundred, one hundred, fifty will do!

Jin Heng smelled the sweat on his body that he hadn't showered for a few days, backed away, his brows and eyes were cold, the rest was only a sneer, and asked softly, Dad, you don't have any money, how can I have money? Woolen cloth?

Jin Changqing didn't believe it, he had been following him for several days, and Jin Heng was always followed by a young man with fierce eyebrows, so he didn't dare to go forward. Jin Heng finally placed an order today, and he didn't want to give up this opportunity, You have no money, how did you go to school, and how did you eat? Could it be that you drink the northwest wind?

Driven to the end of the road, man has become insane, no different from a mad dog.

Jin Heng originally wanted to do something, but seeing Jin Changqing's stench and ugliness, he suddenly lost interest. , please keep in mind:,