Black Lotus Daughter She is Not Easy To Mess With

After finishing everything that should be done, Shen Lingxi put the cap on her pen and went to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the table suddenly shook violently.

Looking up, I met Xie Feng's distressed eyes: You can fall asleep during the exam, can you work harder.

After finishing speaking, he threw the densely packed erasers that were written quickly.

Shen Lingxi raised her brows slightly, thinking that your way of working hard is too direct.

Picking up the eraser, Shen Lingxi raised her hand to create a parabola, throwing back the proof of working hard to improve to him.

Hey, what are you doing, why don't you look down on me? This is the answer of the tenth-to-last brother. He scored 60 points in the Chinese class last time, which is the highest in the whole examination room. Don't be arrogant. Xie Feng looked up at the teacher. , Throwing the eraser back while they were not paying attention.

Xie Feng: You can be content, how much is how much, don't be too good at it, sixty percent Chinese is already very strong.

Shen Lingxi: ...

What should I say about you?

Easy to please?

Yes, contentment.

Shen Lingxi has almost written the test paper, there is really no need to copy the content on the eraser, but the one in front can't help but scold her for not being motivated.

If she doesn't give face, maybe this guy will grab her test paper and copy it for her.

Originally, he just wanted to pretend, but he was almost sent away after seeing the content on the eraser.

Ten ancient poems were written silently, and eight mistakes were made.

Among them, five of them are bull's head and horse's mouth. Are they dissatisfied with the poet's writing and creating something spontaneously?

Looking down for reading comprehension, Shen Lingxi couldn't help but wiped her face with her hands to calm down.

She thought it would be fine if she persisted until the paper was handed in, but she never expected that there were even more exciting things waiting for her.

The examination arrangement for No. 1 Middle School is Chinese in the morning, mathematics in the afternoon, science and literature in the morning, and English in the afternoon.

Before the mathematics exam started, the last exam room opened the embarrassment of the mysterious operation.

Student, how much did you score in the last math test?

It's not high, I just passed seventy-three.

Wow, it's seventy, it's amazing, big brother, save us, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Xie Feng looked envious, Sister Xi, this big brother is seventy-three in math. High score, this time we are saved.

Shen Lingxi: ... I chose to give up the treatment.

In order to stay away from that idiot in the next exam, Shen Lingxi precisely controlled the math score at 80%.

This time she had the foresight again, and she was not sleeping, because the one in front must have told her to move forward.

Sure enough, half an hour before the end of the exam, a new round of answers came again.

It was also appalling.

In order to make the test paper look a little more similar, Shen Lingxi copied some short wrong answers from the empty questions.

Two days of the monthly exam finally passed, and Shen Lingxi was physically and mentally exhausted.

No. 1 middle school has always been very fast in correcting papers. Basically, the score can be known the next day after the test, which makes the students who are begging for two more days to live extremely painful.

Shen Lingxi looked at her test paper, but couldn't tell what she felt.

Language: Twenty-two.

Mathematics: Eighty.

Comprehensive reasoning: thirty-six.

English: eight points.

The total score is one hundred and forty-six.

I thought that if I passed the exam like this, I would be able to drive away that idiot Xie Feng, but I didn't expect that Xie Feng's total score of 145 would be one point lower than hers. .

Shen Lingxi looked at his super-long English and was very puzzled: How did you get 80% in the exam?