Gritting his teeth, Liu Muyun flipped to a random page. Zhang Heng took it and glanced at it, then reminded the others to start counting.
In fact, it didn't even take 30 seconds. After 27 seconds, Zhang Heng handed the English textbook to Liu Muyun. Everyone was stunned.
"English textbook, page 87, everyone can look at it!”
Everyone took out their English textbooks and listened to Zhang Heng speak. Although he didn't speak very well, it was enough for everyone to understand him.
The recitation was a little slower. About two minutes had passed. Everyone in the classroom stared at Zhang Heng with their mouths agape. They were so close to kneeling down. There was not even a single punctual mark left.
Liu Muyun couldn't help but recall the words he said to his best friend yesterday,"You want to suck his big **, right?"”
He really wanted to! Liu Muyun even swallowed his saliva.
While Zhang Heng was showing off in front of the students, a few unlucky people with bandages were sitting in the same place in Brother Long's house. They couldn't drink or smoke. It was really frustrating.
"Brother Long, are we just going to let it go?”
"Of course I can't just let it go like this. Otherwise, how am I going to survive on this street in the future?”Brother Long said fiercely.
"Why don't we call the police? We'll call the police station and arrest this kid. We'll let the brothers inside teach him a lesson!”The man, who had his hair grabbed by Zhang Heng and was knocked against the wall until his head was bleeding, thought of an idea.
"Go now!"
"What the f * ck are you going to do now? Don't you think it's embarrassing to go out like this? I was beaten up by a high school student. If the news gets out, what prestige will there be on the street in the future?”Brother Long glared at them, causing them to tremble in fear.
After much discussion, they decided to wait a few days for Zhang Heng to recover from his injuries. Then, they would find a police officer they had a good relationship with and arrest him.
I don't believe that I can't beat you, you little brat. What's the use of fighting? What's important in this era is connections.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. The school welcomed the first monthly examination since the start of school.
Other than completing missions, Zhang Heng spent most of his time reading books. After all, he had been lagging behind a lot in the past, and it would be difficult for him to catch up in a short period of time.
Fortunately, this was a monthly test, and the main focus was on the content of the month's study. Zhang Heng could handle it calmly and ensure that he would get good results.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhang Heng stepped into the examination hall with the bell ringing. Many students from other classes laughed mockingly when they saw him.
News of Zhang Heng being kicked out of Class 158 and Class 170 and forced to sign an agreement with the homeroom teacher had spread throughout the school.
Strangely enough, Zhang Heng's performance in Class 170 was rarely publicized.
The first test was Chinese. After the papers were handed out, Zhang Heng glanced at them and quickly wrote down the questions that he had memorized. He finished all the questions in less than ten minutes.
With the talent of a master of Chinese culture, reading comprehension and the like were simply a drizzle. He could even guess 90% of the teacher's intentions.
The essay was even more effortless. An 800-word essay that completely met the standard was placed on the paper.
Looking at the time, there was still about an hour left from the two and a half hours. It was just enough time to complete the mission and sleep.
As the bell rang, Zhang Heng stretched his body in a refreshed manner, handed in his paper, and left. It was perfect.
"God of Sleep!" A voice shouted.
He didn't even need to look back to know that there was a student in Class 158, nicknamed Hammer, who was Old Song's brother-in-law. He was often at the bottom of the class, just slightly better than Zhang Heng.
"I thought you'd learn your lesson, kid. I didn't expect you to still be like this. You slept during exams.”Hammer slapped Zhang Heng with one hand, his face full of mockery.
Zhang Heng dodged and gave him the middle finger.""Even if I slept for half an hour, I would still do better than you!”
This kid used to play tricks on Zhang Heng and snitch on him, but now that they weren't in the same class anymore, he still wanted to tease Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng naturally wouldn't hold back.
"What a joke. In all these years, when have you ever been able to beat me?”Hammer did not stand on ceremony. When he heard Zhang Heng say that he would do better than him, he could not help but laugh.
"How about a bet?"
"Let's bet. I'm not afraid of you. I can't beat you in sleeping, but I'm not picky about anything else!”Hammer agreed without hesitation.
"Whoever has a low score will shout ten times at the entrance of the teaching building before class starts at eight in the morning. How about that?”
Hammer agreed immediately and gave Zhang Heng the middle finger.""Just wait to call yourself an idiot!"
Unfortunately, Zhang Heng ignored him and turned around to leave. The surrounding students started to cheer, and the matter was settled.
[System Notification: Random Mission: Win the bet with Zhao Cuifeng (Hammer). Cheating is prohibited.]
[Failure: Random deduction of one attribute point.]
[Success: Reward: A random elementary pill.]
Zhang Heng didn't really care about the easy task. The 10,000 yuan reward from the last low-level pill was still in his bank account.
The news quickly spread. Sleeping God and Hammer were actually competing in academic performance. This was officially a joke of noobs pecking at each other. Many people treated it as a joke.
Zhang Heng didn't mind at all. He continued to take exams, answer questions, and sleep every day.
Math was a little more troublesome, so he answered the rest of the questions very quickly. He guessed all the multiple-choice questions he didn't know how to answer. Then, he wrote a little for the rest of the questions. He slept for one and a half hours.
After the exams, it was already Friday. The students of Grade One and Grade Two were happily entering the holidays. Grade Three was naturally out of the question. It was a blessing for the school to be able to rest once every two weeks.
He continued to make up for it on Saturday and Sunday.
Brother Long's face had almost recovered. He found some time to treat Wang Guangquan, the deputy director of Donglong Street Police Station, to a meal and a drink. A few thousand yuan was gone.
However, to vent his anger, it was worth it.
"I have something on hand these few days. I'll definitely settle it for you after I'm done. Don't worry!”Wang Guangquan ate, drank, and had fun. The next day, he went to work and gave Brother Long a promise.
Monday arrived. The papers for the monthly test had been marked and the results were out.
The teachers of Class 170 looked at the test papers and the average results of the class in front of them. They were all dumbfounded. Even Qin Luo was a little dumbfounded.
Although he hoped that the class's results would improve a little, it was only a hope. In fact, he had almost given up on this idea in the past six months.
Now, a miracle had happened. The class's results had improved by quite a bit. She did not even know what she had done.
Why did the class 'results improve so much for no reason?
Lin Juexin suddenly remembered something and quickly flipped through Zhang Heng's test paper. His face lit up with joy. The truth was revealed.
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