Chapter 92 Perverted Big Brother

Chapter 92 Perverted Big Brother

Open your eyes and see the familiar ceiling.

This is in your own home.

Shen Xiaoran lifted the quilt and looked at her feet, which were unnaturally pinned together and had no feeling. She thought of her dream at night.

The dream was so real that it didn't even seem like a dream.

It's very clear, and the time is very long, which may be the same as the real flow of time.

It seems like it's another world.

In the dream, there was a man who claimed to be a god, and he gave me the strength to stand up...

So, can I just stand in my dream?

Biting her lips, Shen Xiaoran supported her body with both hands and slowly moved to the bed.

Feet, touch the ground.

"Just stand up like in the dream."

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and then exhale heavily.

Shen Xiaoran stood up.

Bump... bang!

As soon as her butt left the bed, she stumbled forward, and her whole body fell to the wooden floor. When she was about to fall to the ground, her hands hurriedly pulled at the porcelain cup on the bedside table. It flipped over and fell to the ground, smashed to pieces.

"Ran Ran!"

When my mother heard the sound of something breaking, she screamed immediately.

But Shen Xiaoran still bit her lip tightly, exerting all her strength, supporting the bed with both hands, trying to support her body.

Even though her weak feet were trembling on the ground, only functioning as a little fulcrum and unable to bear her full weight, she still had to stand...

"Slower!"

When she entered the door, she saw that Shen Xiaoran was about to fall. Her mother quickly ran over and used her hands to support her from behind as she was about to fall to the ground.

Then, he glanced at the broken glass behind him in shock, and a chill spread through his body.

If you fall down like this, you will be hit on the head...

"Mom, I'm sorry, I broke the cup..."

Although Shen Xiaoran was apologizing, there was no apology at all on her face.

To be precise, there is no expression at all.

It was like before, numbness returned.

"It's okay, baby, just lie on the bed." Mom helped her to the bed, then quickly went to get a broom and dustpan, cleaned the glass on the floor as clean as possible, and then checked it carefully to eliminate it. All possible factors of injury.

From now on, the cups will have to be replaced with plastic ones.

"Ran Ran, why don't you call mom when something happens?" she asked worriedly.

Shen Xiaoran didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.

"Me and the Temple of Earth" is an article she dare not look back on.

But there were some passages in it that she couldn't get out of her mind.

The sentence that I couldn't understand when I read it before is now completely recognized.

He thought that he was the unluckiest person in the world, but he didn't know that the misfortune of a son would always be doubled for his mother.

Similarly, Shen Xiaoran, who always thought that she was the saddest, knew that her sadness was multiplied by two from her mother.

"How about we try going to the rehabilitation center again?" Mom asked.

The place she was talking about was a professional, expensive place with little hope.

But my mother always said that if you persist for a while, it might be effective.

Shen Xiaoran shook her head, squeezed out a smile and said, "Mom, let's set off the Kongming Lanterns today."

"Well, okay!" Seeing her daughter take the initiative, the mother happily agreed.

May Ranran be safe and happy.

healthy……

Now that God has taken away her health, it can no longer be so unfair.

I beg you.

"Okay, mom, I'm going to rest."

"Then I'll go out first. Call me if you need anything."

After her mother left the room, Shen Xiaoran looked at her feet that were stretching hard, but there was no movement at all. At most, the thumbs were slightly bent. She then realized that the gods had not fully given her the ability to walk.

But last night, she was really able to leave.

This is no ordinary dream.

Under a certain situation, I really returned to normal.

So, will that god really come to her dream and give her power again?

Although the other party said that as long as he listens to his mother, he will come again, but all fools know that this is just trying to trick the child into being obedient, and he will never come again next time.

So, in her dream, she gave a kiss to the god.

She felt that because of this, the probability of gods coming back to her dreams was higher than listening to her mother...

So, when did that god discover him?

When did he decide to come to her dream?

Suddenly, she thought of a moment.

When I was enjoying the breeze by the river, did a perverted big brother pinch my face?

………

Chen Yuan didn't know how strong Chaozi was.

But he estimated that 80% of the little girl would not be able to stand up.

The rule he can summarize so far is that he can bring items into the dream, and his actions in the dream can cover reality. If the dream owner materializes some other people in the dream, they will appear from a fixed perspective, and at the same time they can Affected by yourself.

Dreams do not tamper with reality, but overwrite reality.

In other words, it is impossible to create something out of thin air.

The only thing Chen Yuan could bring in and out was his own test papers.

It is easy to prove this. In the dream, you put a handful of sand into your pocket. If you take it out, it means that Chaozi is not only a supermodel, but he even wears the model.

Therefore, in the dream, the little girl's good legs probably couldn't be brought out.

After all, at that time, he was just hinting to her, using his subjective consciousness to change the dream.

But what happened in the dream, because of the stability of hyperons, was infinitely close to reality.

After meeting her again after some time, let's give this little girl freedom again.

Think of it as a reward for listening to your mother.

It's not a little girl's kiss or anything...

Besides, it was obviously him who suffered the loss.

After washing up in the morning, Chen Yuan took the initiative to order the noodles and called Xia Xinyu over to eat. Then, she commented very highly on her cooking skills - it's delicious, I will finish it.

The words are really strong. In terms of cooking skills, the praise is really not flattering at all. It's not like he unconditionally believed that he could do well in the exam.

Is this the little chef’s persistence in delicious food?

And this morning, from home to the bus stop, Xia Xinyu still didn't mention her birthday once.

If she really forgot, or really didn't know... would she be sad?

There must be a little bit.

Why didn't you mention Xinbao?

Isn’t it your way of ninja to speak your mind directly?

To be honest, Chen Yuan couldn't help but wanted to reveal a little bit, but he thought that the components of a surprise were surprise and joy. The surprise revealed in advance and the joy generated on the birthday would be greatly reduced due to advance planning. .

Forget it, bear with it.

Order a cake at noon tomorrow, and then find a seat in advance in the evening to give her a surprise - happy birthday.

No, you still have to use Chinese.

Lest this guy let himself spell again.

Therefore, in the spirit of keeping things tight-lipped, Chen Yuan did a good job of keeping secrets and never revealed anything.

And what Xia Xinyu suddenly told her before getting out of the car was that she must tell her as soon as possible after the results of the math competition came out.

Mathematics competition...

Although Chen Yuan felt that he should have passed, he was still a little curious about the specific score.

However, after arriving at school, Lao Mo didn't mention the math competition at all.

Even if you read his voice, there is nothing about competition.

What's going on?

"Have neither of them passed?"

After the third period, Tang Siwen suddenly stood in front of Chen Yuan and asked abruptly.

"Huh?" Chen Yuan asked.

Tang Siwen explained: "The results of the competition came out today, but the teacher didn't mention a word. I thought it was because none of us had done it before, so he was angry."

"That shouldn't be the case." Zhou Yu on the side said, "If you hadn't passed, he wouldn't be angry with you. He wouldn't expect Chen Yuan to pass, so he wouldn't be angry with him..."

"Go away!"

He Sijiao from behind also poked his head out: "Could it be that Chen Yuan pretended to submit the paper in advance, but got a ridiculous score, which made Lao Mo so angry that he didn't want to talk?"

"Fuck off too!"

"Maybe the results haven't come out yet. Although they are released on Thursday, it will take time to spread to every school." Zhou Fu guessed.

Zhou Fu is still a loyal person.

"I think it makes sense." Chen Yuan nodded and looked at Tang Siwen.

After Tang Siwen paused for a while, he said, "Let's go find him."

"Imperative sentence?"

Ask a friend who reads the book whether there is a question mark after her sentence.

"It's a question."

Tang Siwen just used an imperative sentence, but felt that it was a bit too domineering, so he changed his words firmly.

"Okay, let's go."

As a man from the southeast, what Chen Yuan resisted the most was someone ordering him around.

Of course, invitations are OK.

He is not so crazy that he has no bounds.

So, the two went to the math grade group together.

But before he entered the office, he saw a bunch of students blocking the door.

"The results haven't come out yet?"

"I heard it's out at ten o'clock today."

"That means it hasn't reached our school yet."

"But all my friends from No. 4 Middle School just found out the results..."

"Hey! How do you know the results of other schools? Did you bring your mobile phone to school?!"

A sudden voice from the office scared away the students who were asking about their grades at the door.

Only Chen Yuan and Tang Siwen were left.

There was also Qiu Meng who just came out of the office and smiled after seeing the two of them.

"No results, come back at noon."

Tang Siwen was stunned for a moment after being spoken to, then turned to look at Chen Yuan, as if to say: Are you your friend? Then extort some information.

What do you want me to say...

"Does the line count count this time?" Chen Yuan asked.

"Ninety-two." Qiu Meng said quite reliably, "Same old, 20% passing rate."

"As long as it's not above 102, it'll be fine." Tang Siwen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Qiu Meng was stunned by her words.

Although his face was expressionless, he felt a domineering air that looked down on the world.

Moreover, this B is very high-end.

Although the estimated score was so high, I was worried that I would not be able to pass the first test.

It was like a hermit master who, when facing the evil pursuers, suddenly stopped and said to the disciple on the side: "I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this time."

The disciple was shocked and couldn't even run. How powerful is the opponent?

Then the next moment, the hermit master killed all the pursuers without any injuries, then stroked the dust on his sleeves and said thankfully: "Finally saved."

That's what it feels like.

How can students from Class 18 pretend to be so fresh and refined? !

"Fortunately, as long as it's not above 95, it'll be fine." Chen Yuan also nodded lightly.

Qiu Meng showed a subtle expression and complained: "It's a poor imitation, and your tone really makes you feel lucky that you almost failed the exam."

"Although the passing rate is 20%, because of the top schools like No. 1 Middle School and No. 4 Middle School, it is basically 95%. There are also lower-ranking schools like No. 17 Middle School and No. 25 Middle School, which may The passing rate is less than 10%." Qiu Meng analyzed rationally, "If the passing rate exceeds 35% this year, He Hongtao will probably smile."

"After all, competition is a game for elite schools. Moreover, there are less than ten people in our school who participated in the double examination."

"Yes, our school's goal is just to get extra points in the college entrance examination. We don't have much desire to win medals in the provincial first or national competitions."

National competition medals are the top sect's games.

And these people are basically concentrated in No. 1 middle school, No. 4 middle school, and the middle and fringe areas of prestigious schools.

Including Chen Yuan, Tang Siwen, and Qiu Meng in front of them, they all went to get extra points for the provincial prize.

"So, are you confident?" Chen Yuan asked.

After Qiu Meng thought for a moment, she looked at Tang Siwen and joked: "My score is probably on par with this young lady."

Not bad, Tang Siwen, he had a good fight with the inner disciples of Class Three.

That's right, she is the genius ranked 88th in the school.

There are 150 students in Classes 1, 2 and 3, and not all of these 150 people are at the forefront, so with her grades, she can be considered an average student in Class 2, and an honors student in Class 3.

Even in the first class, there are more than forty people in line, which is definitely not a back-up.

very nice.

This feeling of being famous.

If I also make it to the top list and become one of the top 100 geniuses, Lao Mo might take another look at me...

What loser dog speech am I talking about?

The dog narrator is starting to tamper with my voice, right?

"Anyway, I hope we all have good luck." Qiu Meng said cheerfully, "I heard that this year's main competition will be in Ningcheng. Then we can go and eat thousand-layer cakes together."

"Is the layer cake delicious?"

Tang Siwen, who had been silent until now, suddenly asked.

Then, the remaining two people were stunned.

[Hey, I’m a natural foodie! 】

This is Qiu Meng's heartfelt voice.

Chen Yuan was happy.

Well, the aloof persona is becoming increasingly untenable.

"Ha... I don't know. I won't find out until I go there." Qiu Meng waved hello and then left.

The two people who stayed behind looked at each other for a while, and then Chen Yuan spoke first: "Are you asking at noon?"

"Well, I'll ask after class."

"But I'm going to the broadcasting department. Please help me ask."

"okay."

"Let's go then?"

"Walk."

Just like that, the two of them went back to the classroom without entering the office.

Lao Mo, who was in the office, felt suspicious in his heart when he saw that not a single student in his class showed up.

Tang Siwen is confident.

Chen Yuan was embarrassed to face himself because he handed in the paper early.

I want to see if I guessed you right!

In this way, Lao Mo was like other math teachers waiting nervously in the office because there were no classes.

Because the first year of high school has just started, even if I study in junior high school in advance, my knowledge is not stable and my competitiveness is not strong. In the senior year of high school, I need to prepare for the exam, so I don’t have any extra energy, and those who want to participate will win the prize in the second year of high school. Therefore, the main force in the Mathematical Olympiad competition is high school students.

And the pressure all falls on these sophomore mathematics teachers.

waiting.

Finally, when the fourth period was about to end, Zhang Liang suddenly said: "The results have been sent to our school!"

Hearing this, everyone moved forward.

"Because students' privacy is said to be protected, the results are on paper, and the leader just got them back from the competition committee!" Zhang Liang added.

"Did anyone print it?" a teacher asked.

"The printer in the Academic Affairs Office was broken, so they sent it to the grade group in the West District first, printed it there, and then sent it over." Zhang Liang explained.

Hearing this, Pan Xuan, the mathematics teacher of Class 2, smacked his lips and said displeasedly: "It is obviously close to our grade group in the East District, and then sent to the West District first, haha."

Because there are too many classes in the school, twenty-six of which cannot be accommodated in one grade group, they are divided into East and West districts.

However, there is no superior ranking between these two grade groups, and they are completely scattered.

In this wave, the paper scores were apparently sent to the West District first.

But in fact, it was sent to the first class first.

"It probably only took ten minutes to deliver it, haha." A middle-aged female teacher said to Pan Xuan, the second class teacher, haha.

But he was still unhappy.

Competition among teachers is mostly determined by school style.

He Hongtao can be said to be a junior to Zhang Jianjun, and naturally he is also on the teaching team, cultivating a wolfish culture with a heavy smell of blood.

This time, the number of people participating in the competition from No. 11 Middle School, plus some people from the liberal arts classes, totaled close to a hundred people.

But those who cross the line are at most thirty-five, or thirty-eight.

So, a class like this is naturally the most important.

While everyone was waiting, a message was sent to the WeChat group of the grade group.

He Hongtao: All ten students in Mr. Xu Yicheng’s class passed the preliminary examination, with an average score of 106 in one examination [flowers][flowers][flowers]