This young man with a bright smile turned out to be a piece of jade.

At this moment, the deepest strings in the hearts of countless girls were quietly plucked, and the faint and graceful sound of the piano echoed in the hearts of countless girls.

Among the many girls, Hu Li's face suddenly turned red. She stood the book on the table and secretly looked at the young man on the podium through the gap in the book. She thought of his gentle peck a month ago and the day and night they spent together in the past month.

She suddenly realized that she was the happiest girl in the world.

There is such a bright young man who likes her, and she also likes him. In this rainy season when she is seventeen years old, it is really the most beautiful thing in the world.

Suddenly, she keenly noticed that Zhao Peng's eyes seemed to be looking at her, and she hurriedly hid her head behind the book and pretended to endorse in a low voice.

Only my deskmate Gao Xiaofang knew that she had read "Foremost Bench" dozens of times.

Zhao Peng glanced at Hu Li quickly, just in time to see the moment she retracted her head behind the book, and also noticed the shy red cloud on her face.

You are still shy. If you are given the opportunity to be honest, you will not look at it. Instead, you will imitate others and look at it secretly.

He withdrew his gaze and showed a wise smile to all his classmates: "I really want to tell you some methods, but I don't know what I can say. Sometimes, as you know, a person's talent cannot be suppressed at all.

, Quanyong, Quanyong, you know..."

Before he could say anything, he was kicked in the butt.

Teacher Song couldn't laugh or cry, and raised his steel fist, meaning that if you continue to talk nonsense, I won't smash you into a pulp.

The classmates laughed.

Zhao Peng has now become a star.

After all, this is the only first prize awarded to Yucai Middle School, and it is the result of competition with Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School.

It is really not easy to get the ranking from Qingcheng Middle School where there are so many experts.

More importantly, Zhao Peng represents Grade 3 and Grade 9.

Classes 9 and 30 are two top classes, and there has always been competition. This is almost never a secret competition, but an open competition that everyone knows. Even many substitute teachers in the same grade like to compare their grades.

The two classes were discussed together, not to mention the students themselves.

However, in the three-year competition, Class 9 and Class 10 were basically tied. Regardless of their test scores and various competitions, it was basically a back and forth between you and me, and the results were evenly matched.

This time Zhao Peng won a first prize for Class 9, which will undoubtedly put Class 10 under pressure, and it will be difficult to find a way to win back the victory for a while.

Zhao Peng naturally became a hero in everyone's eyes.

After all, this is a middle school, and it is still a top class. The students always have some heartfelt recognition for those who study extremely well, especially the best ones. They basically ignore Zhao Peng's submissive appearance before, and there is only

Now he looks gentle and elegant.

Moreover, there is a bit of naughtiness in the gentleness.

Zhao Peng saw that Teacher Song had no intention of continuing to kick him, so he returned to his original standing position and said loudly to the students: "Everyone's opportunities are very limited. Many people think that if one loses one opportunity, there will be more."

Come next. Actually no, a person only has three real opportunities in his life. If you lose one, you will lose one..."

Zhao Peng's eyes were full of wisdom, and the students instantly felt a sense of solemnity from the dean in him.

"...Many of what we think are opportunities are actually just a cover. It is impossible to seize them, or we find that we get nothing after seizing them. It is precisely because of this that when the real opportunities come, we must cultivate our internal strength.

We need to polish ourselves well so that opportunities will not slip through our fingers.

Always remember that sentence, opportunities are only reserved for those who are truly prepared. Dear students, we will take the high school entrance examination in one month. Whether we can pass the high school entrance examination is almost a dividing line for how our future life will develop. Are you

Like me, I ask myself every day, are you ready, and are your results better than yesterday? Thank you everyone."

Zhao Peng walked off the podium and sat back in his seat.

He felt that he had performed well and gave these young people a big sip of chicken soup.

Let their little minds be nourished by chicken soup, otherwise they will not know how boring the adult world is.

Sure enough, he said he was happy, and the students below had different expressions. The teacher asked him to talk about his English learning experience, and he went up and made some incomprehensible remarks, having no idea what he was talking about.

Only a few people can truly understand what Zhao Peng means and fall into deep thought.

Teacher Song smiled bitterly, how could this child say everything the teacher wanted to say?

In a dark corner, Liu Longgang's eyes were completely red, his cheeks were twitching violently, and he stared at Zhao Peng's back fiercely.

Take away my girlfriend and insult my reputation.

Now you're showing off in front of everyone again, Zhao Peng, you really fucking think I can't do anything to you?

If I don't touch you, I won't be Liu Longgang.

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There is still an exam in the morning.

Zhao Peng was even tested.

Basically, it’s just those knowledge points, tested left and right over and over again.

Students with poor grades always looked confused, but for students like Zhao Peng who were good at studying, it was like eating sugarcane bagasse that had already been chewed, with no taste at all.

So he can only do it mechanically every time.

On the other hand, Lun Shuang 30, although the little girl studies very well, and every time she scores either a perfect score or one or two points short of it, she does not show that she is tired of such high-density exams.

Flip through the comics.

Anyway, all the invigilators know that there is no need to care about this student at all. There is no need for others to copy, and no one can copy for her.

Zhao Peng even believed that even if Lun Shuang didn't come to school, the teachers would not talk nonsense.

This kind of person is no longer a top student, he is simply a god of learning. There is such a big god in Yucai Middle School. It is enough to worship him, and he doesn’t need a bicycle.

Zhao Peng still finished the Chinese paper very quickly, and he put the paper on the table in about twenty minutes.

Since he was taking an exam, he couldn't chat with Lun Shuangsan, so he went straight to the classroom and prepared to wait for Hu Li outside.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around behind the Class 9 classroom, I saw Zhang Xiaoqiu walking towards me.

She quickly took out a stack of paper from her schoolbag, stuffed it into Zhao Peng's hand, lowered her head and strode away quickly.

Zhao Peng knew they were the remaining four paintings, but they were stuffed into his hands in such a pattern, which completely made his face full of bitterness. Looking at the students around him, many of them were "witnesses" who had experienced the last incident.

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This girl is the same. If you draw me a picture, just give it to me. Every time, it is given to me suddenly without saying a word. This is a complete live simulation of handing out a love letter. I don’t know if she doesn’t understand it or not.

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Chapter completed!