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Chapter 15 Feel anxious about my IQ
Chapter 15 Feel anxious about my IQ
After the school security inspected the ID, he handed it back to Situ Nan, and at the same time raised the remote control in his hand.
"Enter."
Situ Nan was a little upset.
Just one word?
What about your welcome leader?
What about your doffing hat?
What about your flattering smile?
Look down on my fourteen-year-old Santana, don't you?
How can such a snobbish person be a school security guard.
How to teach bad children?
Those are all flowers of the motherland.
They have learned, how can I mess around.
Situ Nan, who was cursing all the way, didn't really want to find fault.
It's purely suffocating in the compound of the deep house, and it's rare to come out for a walk, and he has to criticize the floor tiles if they are not properly jointed.
After finding a place to park the car, Situ Nan threw away his sunglasses and closed the window with difficulty.
Then he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, bent down, touched the car base, and finally took out three large kraft paper envelopes.
Two of them have already been opened.
This is the purpose of his trip.
Come pick up the last person.
Situ Nan shook the last envelope, feeling very light.
Fewer materials mean that things are simpler. The last one was more than 20 pages of A4 paper, and it took more than five hours to sign it.
I have to say that in this Internet age, young people who have never seen anything in the world have a lot of eyes.
After opening the envelope, a photo slid out.
After looking at it, I felt a little disgusted.
This is too plain, like looking at a photo of my own sister.
After two more falls, there was nothing left.
empty?
Just a photo?
Situ Nan was dumbfounded.
It's broken, who is here to pick up people?
This is to invite the ancestors.
……
Anton!
You can no longer fall in love with the brain!
Before the college entrance examination, he already didn't like you.
So, so you can't like him before the college entrance examination!
Be sure to study hard!
After the college entrance examination, what.
Hehehe...
In the first class, An Tong covered his face with a book and smiled silly.
Yin Hang stood next to the trash can and silently punished him.
He was late.
The reason is simple, An Tong borrowed his mobile phone away.
That's a phone that does multiple jobs.
For example, an alarm clock.
There were a lot of things happened yesterday, and An Tong made him a little upset. He planned to go to sleep directly, but after reading the chat records over and over again, he fell asleep after one o'clock.
After waking up from sleep, the comfort of sleeping until he woke up naturally made him a little strange.
When he touched the space beside the pillow, he realized something.
Finally, the wall watch on the wall shows that there are still 7 minutes...
Attend class!
He usually arrives at school at this time!
Now taking a taxi will be blocked instead, and you can only take a bus. At least there is a dedicated lane on a congested road.
The average bus runs every 6 minutes.
After Yin Hang waited for more than half an hour, four cars arrived at the same time.
Afterwards, he saw the morning peak of the world for the first time.
At the same time, I would like to ask, who is so clever that two universities, one high school, one junior high school, and two elementary schools are located on the same street?
Yin Hang, who stood all the way on the crowded bus, continued to be punished when he arrived at the school.
He felt that before crossing, he had read books for nearly 20 years, and the number of times he was punished for standing was not as much as this month.
Fortunately, the most worrying thing has not happened yet.
After running the exercises between classes, Yin Hang went to the gate of An Tong's class, and wanted to stop An Tong and ask her to return the phone to him when she came back.
He had to hand over his mobile phone to the teacher in charge.
But when he found that Jiang Shiyun was walking back alone, he hurried over.
"Jiang Shiyun?"
"Oh, Yin Hang?"
Yin Hang was a little panting because he had just finished running, and after looking behind her, he asked, "Where's An Tong?"
"I don't know," Jiang Shiyun said with a little disgust, "Why are you looking for her?"
"She borrowed my mobile phone, and I have to get it back."
"Can I borrow your mobile phone?" Jiang Shiyun shook her head: "There was a teacher in the first class who called An Tong away and hasn't returned... Hey, don't you need me to help you?"
"Need not!"
Realizing that something was wrong, Yin Hang ran back to the classroom, and then he slammed his hand on the stack of books on his desk.
"The first class, is there anyone here, our class... roll call?"
"Roll call?" The tablemate was startled, and then recalled: "Oh, yes, Zhang Donglin was called out."
"Which one is Zhang Donglin?" Yin Hang was stunned, then patted his chest, and asked out of breath, "No, not my name?"
"Eh... If you have your words, I'll tell you."
"Do you know where they went?"
"Office?" The deskmate guessed a little confusedly.
Yin Hang took two steps back and rushed out of the classroom immediately.
There are eighteen classes in one grade, and there are three grades in total.
If there are two to three people in one class on average.
That's almost 100 people.
Ordinary idle classrooms would certainly not be able to accommodate it, and the playground had no secrecy, so it must be in a place like the lecture hall.
When he bypassed the teaching building and ran to the lecture hall, Yin Hang kept coughing, feeling a faint smell of blood in his throat.
However, in front of the main entrance of the lecture hall, there is a cordon, and a sign of "under requisition" stands in the corridor. At the same time, two women in blue gowns who look about 20 years old are standing in the shade, chatting, leaning against the wall There is also an open wooden box in the place.
On the side of the wooden box, leaning against two thin swords with a hint of green.
This should be a traditional monk, right?
It is not an adaptive ability stimulated by the tide of spiritual energy, but through cultivation, the meridians are opened up, and then in an environment where the spiritual energy becomes more and more intense, the spiritual energy is poured into the body, which is naturally different from ordinary people.
This is the route that Yin Hang regarded as the safest route at the beginning.
As a result, he practiced for a month like a headless fly.
Now the results of the physical examination have come out, which proves that his training is not as good as the old man in the park, and he doesn't know what he has practiced.
At least at the old man's age, he can play swords for an hour or two without being out of breath, but now that he has run so far, he is almost out of breath.
But what Yin Hang couldn't understand was that Qin Shimao had clearly said that he was special. Could it be that he was too special, a little extreme, and couldn't be detected?
He had to go and see what was going on inside anyway.
Yin Hang remembered that when he first traveled here, he couldn't find the teaching building, and he had been here in a daze.
This lecture hall is connected to the adjacent office building, and the lecture hall is a sealed wall, but the third floor of the office can directly lead to the second floor of the lecture hall through a small path.
Yin Hang was really exhausted, so he walked limply to the office building, walked around in a circle, and finally found the trail, which was stuffed with a dusty electric car.
Yin Hang squeezed past, only to find that there was no one there.
Yin Hang let out a long breath, and he was not as rigorous as he imagined, as long as he didn't have any territorial talents, he felt that he could get in.
After walking through a section of the school's honor wall, he came to a corner. Turning here was the second floor of the lecture hall, but a warning line at the end of the corridor immediately caught him off guard.
After realizing it, Yin Hang realized that he was stupid.
Why do you have to go into the avenue after taking the path, what am I thinking!
(End of this chapter)
After the school security inspected the ID, he handed it back to Situ Nan, and at the same time raised the remote control in his hand.
"Enter."
Situ Nan was a little upset.
Just one word?
What about your welcome leader?
What about your doffing hat?
What about your flattering smile?
Look down on my fourteen-year-old Santana, don't you?
How can such a snobbish person be a school security guard.
How to teach bad children?
Those are all flowers of the motherland.
They have learned, how can I mess around.
Situ Nan, who was cursing all the way, didn't really want to find fault.
It's purely suffocating in the compound of the deep house, and it's rare to come out for a walk, and he has to criticize the floor tiles if they are not properly jointed.
After finding a place to park the car, Situ Nan threw away his sunglasses and closed the window with difficulty.
Then he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, bent down, touched the car base, and finally took out three large kraft paper envelopes.
Two of them have already been opened.
This is the purpose of his trip.
Come pick up the last person.
Situ Nan shook the last envelope, feeling very light.
Fewer materials mean that things are simpler. The last one was more than 20 pages of A4 paper, and it took more than five hours to sign it.
I have to say that in this Internet age, young people who have never seen anything in the world have a lot of eyes.
After opening the envelope, a photo slid out.
After looking at it, I felt a little disgusted.
This is too plain, like looking at a photo of my own sister.
After two more falls, there was nothing left.
empty?
Just a photo?
Situ Nan was dumbfounded.
It's broken, who is here to pick up people?
This is to invite the ancestors.
……
Anton!
You can no longer fall in love with the brain!
Before the college entrance examination, he already didn't like you.
So, so you can't like him before the college entrance examination!
Be sure to study hard!
After the college entrance examination, what.
Hehehe...
In the first class, An Tong covered his face with a book and smiled silly.
Yin Hang stood next to the trash can and silently punished him.
He was late.
The reason is simple, An Tong borrowed his mobile phone away.
That's a phone that does multiple jobs.
For example, an alarm clock.
There were a lot of things happened yesterday, and An Tong made him a little upset. He planned to go to sleep directly, but after reading the chat records over and over again, he fell asleep after one o'clock.
After waking up from sleep, the comfort of sleeping until he woke up naturally made him a little strange.
When he touched the space beside the pillow, he realized something.
Finally, the wall watch on the wall shows that there are still 7 minutes...
Attend class!
He usually arrives at school at this time!
Now taking a taxi will be blocked instead, and you can only take a bus. At least there is a dedicated lane on a congested road.
The average bus runs every 6 minutes.
After Yin Hang waited for more than half an hour, four cars arrived at the same time.
Afterwards, he saw the morning peak of the world for the first time.
At the same time, I would like to ask, who is so clever that two universities, one high school, one junior high school, and two elementary schools are located on the same street?
Yin Hang, who stood all the way on the crowded bus, continued to be punished when he arrived at the school.
He felt that before crossing, he had read books for nearly 20 years, and the number of times he was punished for standing was not as much as this month.
Fortunately, the most worrying thing has not happened yet.
After running the exercises between classes, Yin Hang went to the gate of An Tong's class, and wanted to stop An Tong and ask her to return the phone to him when she came back.
He had to hand over his mobile phone to the teacher in charge.
But when he found that Jiang Shiyun was walking back alone, he hurried over.
"Jiang Shiyun?"
"Oh, Yin Hang?"
Yin Hang was a little panting because he had just finished running, and after looking behind her, he asked, "Where's An Tong?"
"I don't know," Jiang Shiyun said with a little disgust, "Why are you looking for her?"
"She borrowed my mobile phone, and I have to get it back."
"Can I borrow your mobile phone?" Jiang Shiyun shook her head: "There was a teacher in the first class who called An Tong away and hasn't returned... Hey, don't you need me to help you?"
"Need not!"
Realizing that something was wrong, Yin Hang ran back to the classroom, and then he slammed his hand on the stack of books on his desk.
"The first class, is there anyone here, our class... roll call?"
"Roll call?" The tablemate was startled, and then recalled: "Oh, yes, Zhang Donglin was called out."
"Which one is Zhang Donglin?" Yin Hang was stunned, then patted his chest, and asked out of breath, "No, not my name?"
"Eh... If you have your words, I'll tell you."
"Do you know where they went?"
"Office?" The deskmate guessed a little confusedly.
Yin Hang took two steps back and rushed out of the classroom immediately.
There are eighteen classes in one grade, and there are three grades in total.
If there are two to three people in one class on average.
That's almost 100 people.
Ordinary idle classrooms would certainly not be able to accommodate it, and the playground had no secrecy, so it must be in a place like the lecture hall.
When he bypassed the teaching building and ran to the lecture hall, Yin Hang kept coughing, feeling a faint smell of blood in his throat.
However, in front of the main entrance of the lecture hall, there is a cordon, and a sign of "under requisition" stands in the corridor. At the same time, two women in blue gowns who look about 20 years old are standing in the shade, chatting, leaning against the wall There is also an open wooden box in the place.
On the side of the wooden box, leaning against two thin swords with a hint of green.
This should be a traditional monk, right?
It is not an adaptive ability stimulated by the tide of spiritual energy, but through cultivation, the meridians are opened up, and then in an environment where the spiritual energy becomes more and more intense, the spiritual energy is poured into the body, which is naturally different from ordinary people.
This is the route that Yin Hang regarded as the safest route at the beginning.
As a result, he practiced for a month like a headless fly.
Now the results of the physical examination have come out, which proves that his training is not as good as the old man in the park, and he doesn't know what he has practiced.
At least at the old man's age, he can play swords for an hour or two without being out of breath, but now that he has run so far, he is almost out of breath.
But what Yin Hang couldn't understand was that Qin Shimao had clearly said that he was special. Could it be that he was too special, a little extreme, and couldn't be detected?
He had to go and see what was going on inside anyway.
Yin Hang remembered that when he first traveled here, he couldn't find the teaching building, and he had been here in a daze.
This lecture hall is connected to the adjacent office building, and the lecture hall is a sealed wall, but the third floor of the office can directly lead to the second floor of the lecture hall through a small path.
Yin Hang was really exhausted, so he walked limply to the office building, walked around in a circle, and finally found the trail, which was stuffed with a dusty electric car.
Yin Hang squeezed past, only to find that there was no one there.
Yin Hang let out a long breath, and he was not as rigorous as he imagined, as long as he didn't have any territorial talents, he felt that he could get in.
After walking through a section of the school's honor wall, he came to a corner. Turning here was the second floor of the lecture hall, but a warning line at the end of the corridor immediately caught him off guard.
After realizing it, Yin Hang realized that he was stupid.
Why do you have to go into the avenue after taking the path, what am I thinking!
(End of this chapter)
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