The registration for Jiangcheng Experimental Middle School's high school supplementary exams was in full swing. Wen Yunshi, with his hair that hadn't been washed for three days, "encountered" a handsome guy at the admissions office who scored 668 and still wanted to repeat? !
"Mom, what is this school designated for?"
One by one one by one
There were a bunch of young girls lying in dormitory 609. They stood at the door. Some didn't know it, but they thought they were going to fight. When they got closer... Oh, they were gossiping.
"I heard that there is a big boss from the 660 Office in our class."
Song Siran, who was resting with his eyes closed, was going crazy with the heat. Should he turn on the air conditioner? ? ?
The majestic "seven aunts and eight aunts" at the door obviously didn't attract him. He was so hot that he almost got angry...
"By the way, I remember that the boss's surname seems to be Song. He seems to be the only one in the class..."
Before the source had time to finish his words, Li Shuhan swooped up to Song Siran.
"Fuck, Song Siran, isn't your last name Song?"
One by one one by one
Wen Yunshi, who had never written a self-criticism in her life, was worrying about the penalty for running around for 800 words. Her mind was blank and she wanted to copy 800 words. Sorry.
While she was scratching her head, the ready-made manuscript on the back table swam towards her like a life-saving straw!
[The handwriting is so beautiful that it kills me. I feel sleepy when I copy it]!
After finally ending the war, not long after, the head teacher rushed into the classroom with her carefully "produced" review
"Wen Yunshi, what do you mean by writing three x's on your signature?"
Song Siran: "Why did you even copy the template signature? I should have known that I would have written your name along with it."
Wen Yunshi: "Your handwriting is so beautiful, I feel sleepy"
Song Siran: "... Okay"
Intention: Life is not a track but a wilderness
