The Body Swap Game

On April 19th, Wednesday morning, Xia Yu came to the school.

During the morning reading class, the math teacher walked into the classroom excitedly holding the test paper.

Standing on the podium, he called the two students in front and asked them to distribute the test papers.

Originally, the math teachers would report the scores of each student according to the ranking, so as to motivate the students and let the students understand their position better.

But now, there are still two months before the college entrance examination, fearing that the students will be under too much pressure, the math teacher has given up this custom.

After taking his test paper, Xia Yu looked at the score.

One hundred and forty-eight.

This score is already the limit of LV4 exam-oriented education. It is almost enough to use this score to compete for the first place in Zilang City, but the premise is that Chinese and history are not biased.

In the previous exams, there were even geniuses with a perfect score of 160 in mathematics. However, such geniuses were generally biased, so they couldn't get the first place in the city.

"Bodhisattva bless Bodhisattva bless pizza..." A murmur reached Xia Yu's ears. Turning his head, Xia Yu saw Gui Zixiao praying towards the test paper in his hand.

His expression was serious and his manner serious.

After praying, he opened the test paper.

"One hundred and fifteen points, perfect!" Gui Zixiao was overjoyed. This is different from the score obtained by using the copying ability before, but he made it by himself!

He looked at Xia Yu again: "Xia Yu, how much are you? One hundred and forty?"

Although the question was more than one hundred and forty, Gui Zixiao didn't really believe it. How could it be so easy to test one hundred and forty.

After seeing Xia Yu showing a score of 148, he let out a low voice, and all the excitement just now disappeared.

"Your score is too high. If you do well in Chinese and history, you can get the first place in the school, right?" Gui Zixiao tried to comfort herself, "It's a pity that you didn't do well in Chinese."

"Yes, yes, then reading comprehension is too difficult." Xia Yu said cooperatively.

Gui Zixiao became happy again, and he compared his scores with other students, and his mood quickly returned to its peak.

On the stage, the math teacher made a simple comment: "This monthly exam paper is issued by the five schools. In terms of difficulty, it is similar to last year's college entrance examination. You can basically use this as your college entrance examination score. Prepare yourself early. Have an estimate of the college entrance examination results, so as not to get emotional ups and downs when you get it."

After a pause, the math teacher continued: "This time the number one in our class is Xia Yu, with a score of 148, and he is also the number one in the liberal arts class, but there is another one in the science class who is even better, with a score of 155." point."

Sure enough, there are stronger ones. A sense of crisis flashed through Xia Yu's heart.

From LV4 to LV5, about 80 experience cards are needed, which is 640 hours of hard work. Even if he only studied for ten hours a day, he could get together six hundred hours in two months. He had studied for more than forty hours before, which was enough.

Taking Wusan out of his schoolbag, Xia Yu continued to brush up the questions. He had already finished writing the latest version of Wusan, and what he was writing now was the old version of Wusan.

Hearing the math teacher's words, and looking at his students, they were amazed at his serious attitude.

The math teacher didn't let go of this opportunity, and he said: "He has a recommendation from Huada University. He is handsome and talented, and he works so hard. You say you have nothing, how can you continue to slack off!"

The students below all cursed in a low voice, they had already forgotten about this matter,

Now being brought up again by the math teacher, my mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Two months is not a long time, but as long as you work hard, you may be able to add ten points to the total score. Ten points, but it's a world of difference!"

The math teacher began to make up examples: "Two years ago, a senior of yours, named Li Xiashuo, had the lowest score in the last monthly exam, and he could only get three exams, but after two months of hard work, he managed to get into a good one. Two books, just a little bit, can reach the line of one book!"

The math teacher knew that if he said too perfect, he would be suspected, so he made a regret.

Sure enough, many students were deceived by him until their eyes shone.

This made the math teacher even more excited. He used his ability of being abducted into MLM histology when he was young, and tried his best to fill the students with chicken soup.

What did he say, Xia Yu didn't listen any more, he just brushed the questions in a normal way.

At the last class in the morning, the Chinese teacher walked in, and under the propaganda of the math teacher, he found out about Xia Yu.

While talking about the test paper, the Chinese teacher was wandering around the classroom. When he passed by Xia Yu, he stopped.

Seeing that Xia Yu was still doing math problems quickly, the Chinese teacher coughed: "Xia Yu, work hard in math, but also work hard in Chinese. You are still a member of my literature club. You can't justify your poor Chinese. .”

"Teacher, don't talk nonsense. The literature club has a lot to do with Chinese grades. I know that Wen Ziying often doesn't even get three digits in Chinese!" Gui Zixiao dismantled the desk of the Chinese teacher.

The Chinese teacher blushed: "Shut up, do you have a share in talking!"

There was laughter all around, and the classroom was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Teacher, don't worry, I also read Chinese." Xia Yu replied to the Chinese teacher.

The relationship between the Chinese teacher and the students is very good, and they often use their relationship with the principal to engage in black-box operations, such as the school's blackboard newspaper evaluation, no matter how messy the class is, their class will definitely win the first prize.

Before Xia Yu went to participate in the musical instrument competition, the Chinese teacher was also busy.

Glancing at Xia Yu who was still writing math problems, the Chinese teacher shook his head. He felt that Xia Yu was fooling himself.

Teachers who don't know that Xia Yu does math problems whenever he has free time, and doesn't touch other subjects. How can he ever review Chinese?

The Chinese teacher reckoned that Xia Yu still wanted to have fun taking the college entrance examination, because he didn't pursue the total score, but only the experience, so he specialized in one subject.

Although he understood, the Chinese teacher still couldn't help but complain:

My relationship with you is not too bad, I even helped you take my sister to Kaiyang before, why did you choose that coquettish slut in Mathematics instead of coming to my Chinese bedroom?

Feeling a little green on his head, the Chinese teacher lost his mood, he finished the test paper lazily, and went back to the office.

Entering the office, he saw his colleagues gathered around his desk.

"What are you doing?" The Chinese teacher's heart jumped, could it be that the red snail spring he had hidden was discovered?

"Old Wen, congratulations." A group of teachers congratulated him.

"Congratulations, what?" The Chinese teacher looked blank.

"That Xia Yu in your class did really well in the exam." The teachers said.

The Chinese teacher thought that they were talking about Xia Yu's math grades. He was Xia Yu's class teacher, so it was normal to congratulate himself.

Sitting in the seat, the Chinese teacher said: "That's what it should be. He is doing math problems every day, and he looks like he wants to dedicate himself to mathematics. It's not good."

After finishing speaking, he complained again: "You say what's so good about that bitch in mathematics, he doesn't even touch my language."

The colleagues didn't reply, and the Chinese teacher didn't care either. He saw an extra stack of test papers on the table, and knew that it was the test papers that had been corrected. He picked up the test paper and said while looking for Xia Yu's score:

"Let's see how many points he can score in Chinese this time!"

The surrounding teachers were still silent. The Chinese teacher raised his head and felt that they seemed to be holding back their laughter?

"Don't look for it, the test paper is here." A teacher already laughed, and he slapped the test paper in his hand on the table.