Chapter 9: Poor Student Taking the Exam

"Wow, so many school rules?!"

Song Jingyun looked at the small words on the wall, from "Students are not allowed to fall in love early" to "No garbage in the trash can", and then to "Badges and school uniforms must be worn properly."

He felt dizzy and had a toothache. He thought to himself, why didn't you pay attention to the details, such as "Students can't eat tanks, which are harmful to their health?"

"Not many, just ten A4 sheets, it only takes three and a half hours to copy them in cursive script. No. 5 Middle School is relatively relaxed. At least it doesn't force boys to shave their heads and girls to cut their hair short."

Sang Ting asked suspiciously: "But I copy school rules all day long, but you have never written school rules?"

He copied school rules and wrote self-reviews and practiced his own version of cursive script on the dining table all day long. If the people in the school were not short of money and those who were short of money didn't dare to help, he would have spent money to avoid disaster.

Besides, the servants of Lanzhuang are not so much an employment relationship as they are half-family members who have no worries. They are not short of money and are not willing to help copy. Now he is not ashamed to say it in front of Quan Heng.

"I come from a special family. I have been going to school in the temple since I was young. I have never received compulsory education in the school. At most, I just followed the research... Hey, hey, what are you looking at?"

Song Jingyun was both amused and confused.

"I get up at five in the temple. The morning exercises, chanting and singing are arranged in full. There are few rules because I am full of work. Do you think I just lie down and play?"

Sang Ting then retracted his envious eyes, "I have no less work than you."

"Yes, yes, you are a young hero. You tear down your city gate tower and I support my hips and elbows. We are completely unrelated, so don't argue - besides, you are so proud of copying school rules all day long without studying. Aren't you afraid of making your boss angry and being criticized?"

Sang Ting sneered: "Do you think my boss is you?"

I copied the book obediently, I was so obedient. It makes no sense to be criticized without reward.

He muttered in his heart and looked at Quan Heng. The parent who was being watched was twisting the eighteen-piece and looking at the school rules calmly, not shaken by this look at all.

It was already her limit to meet the teacher alone after the parent-teacher conference and be an ordinary parent to receive "educational baptism". Could she indulge this little bully and say "good for making trouble"?

Then this little rascal might blow up the school and boast "I have someone to support me"!

Seeing that the parents did not mean to praise him, Sang Ting was annoyed and realized that he was too much of a pushover.

"Boss, do you want to change your school uniform?"

"No need to change your school uniform. In their eyes, we are probably different." Quan Heng said.

Sang Ting thought so too. Otherwise, according to the behavior of the old Taoist surnamed Song, he would never be regarded as a student.

"Should I throw away this uniform?"

"Keep it for the three students without uniforms, and get as much information as possible out of them."

Quan Heng retracted his gaze and memorized the detailed description of teacher discipline on the side. However, these densely packed rules were all displayed in public for people to see, and whether they would really be deducted from the red flower depended on the executors.

And these executors... from the "student union" that used the power of others to bully others in disguise, to the teachers and administrative management, and in reality, there were also networks and personal likes and dislikes.

Games are really much simpler than reality.

"I'll go get information now." Sang Ting remembered where the three students went, and he was much better at tracking them than genetics questions.

Quan Heng glanced at Song Jingyun, who stood up with a clear mind.

"Okay, let's go together-don't worry about your boss, she is more powerful than both of us, and those three together may not be able to defeat her."

Quan Heng walked upstairs to the office building according to the emergency fire map. The principal's office is on the top floor. Although it is not good for escaping from a fire, it is very leadership-like.

Although Jing Zhen did not tell her the specific class he was in charge of, according to his unrestrained temperament in his youth, he should let his subordinates control the highest authority. Even if he can't control him, he must search thoroughly.

Go to the principal's office to find him, and you can basically find him.

This copy is mainly Jing Zhen's business, and the competition is secondary.

The freshmen probably don't have any privileges. According to the reactions of the three students...it's safe to get the little red flower before dark.

Quan Heng thought of the conditions for getting the little red flower, and his heart was moved: except for good deeds such as "sacrificing oneself for others" and "returning lost property", there is only...

"-Exam?!"

Sang Ting's head was buzzing after hearing this.

He even gave away his own coat, which was exactly three sets. The three special students who couldn't afford it cooperated with him and answered whatever he asked: "Yes, today is the first day of school, and we have to take exams to divide the classes."

"Take an exam on the first day of school?" Song Jingyun was most afraid of school exams. Every exam in the temple was a pain in the neck. He didn't expect that he would have to take an exam when he was almost 30. He said with a headache, "Are you trying to make me live? I'm not in the system, so I have to take an exam every time I enter?"

The three students looked at him strangely, with dark circles under their eyes almost covering their eyes, and said dully:

"Only the first day of school do we have to take the exam? It's to test the basics. Even if we don't correct the papers, it still has a supervisory effect."

"You will get a little red flower if you do well in the exam, and you will be punished if you don't do well in the exam."

"Don't you have a little red flower today?"

"If you don't have a little red flower, you will be punished by the angel, and the freshmen will be the same. There are two subjects left today, and the exam will start. We will take the exam later. If you don't have a test number, you can do miscellaneous questions... There are questions at the library. If you get one right, you will get a reward. You are freshmen, so the questions are simple. Why don't you try it?"

Song Jingyun: "What are the specific questions?"

Sang Ting: "Is there a question bank I can memorize?"

The two asked together.

The student who was asked stayed for three seconds before saying: "...There is no question bank, just random questions, including English, biology, and chemistry."

"...English." Sang Ting showed an indescribable expression.

"English is basically Chinese-English translation, for example, what is the English translation of Qiuhuhuo."

Sang Ting looked at Song Jingyun, who gave him a look that said, "Are you funny? Look at what I'm doing." He could only bite the bullet and say, "autumn tiger?"

"..."

One of the female classmates was confused: "Classmate, you should try to choose other subjects. You may not get English. Many of them are mixed questions, including English and other subjects."

"Okay, we understand, thank you." Song Jingyun didn't want to embarrass himself in front of a group of children, "By the way, besides the three of us, are there any new students in the school today?"

"Yes," one of them answered, "there are three more coming. We just saw the dean of students taking them to the library, and they are probably going to get the little red flowers. There are only ten sets of questions a day, and each person can only study two sets a day. Go early, come early, no one will take the exam today...but you should go early."

Song Jingyun thanked him again, and after the students left, he frowned and said, "These three students are all dull and lifeless. Are children nowadays so stressed about homework?"

"Is homework a big deal? Parents' pressure, teachers' pressure, inexplicable school rules, and weird learning atmosphere. These are the big problems." Sang Ting repeated what Quan Heng said, feeling anxious, "Go tell the boss first and go to the library. It takes just the two of us to get [Little Red Flower].”

"I'm afraid your boss is not available."

Song Jingyun thought of Quan Heng's eyes that deliberately looked away from him, and also thought that this person did not come to ask in person but instead asked them to accompany him... This was something that needed to be done privately.

Song Jingyun considered it in his mind and smiled on his face.

"What are you afraid of? Let's go first. Even if we can't get the little red flower, at least we can prevent others from getting it. In competitions, one is to get points for yourself, and the other is to deduct points if others can't get them. Learn from the bad guys. What a scumbag, let’s go!”

Sang Ting was annoyed: "You go..."

What the hell.

What is the way to play as a scumbag? Do you rely on 28 points in biology, 53 points in English, or my ancient poem idiom "I sat up in shock when I was dying, the scumbag is actually me"?

What is this dog Taoist so excited about? Is it difficult to choose between cheating and doing the questions? !

No, he is mentally ill.

But the person in front of him had already run away in high spirits and without any knowledge of himself. Sang Ting casually broke off a leaf and pressed it under the rock as instructions, then he had the courage to follow.