Saturday morning fencing class.

Cheng Yin sat in the car, listless, and slapped.

I really can't figure out why she still wants to go to the club.

It is said that when she is three years old, Cheng Yin has not been a material for learning since she was a child. Her parents did not expect her to get into a good university by herself, so she hoped to cultivate her arts, and even if she was not good enough, she could cultivate her temperament.

I studied piano and was complained by my neighbors that I almost moved.

I have also explored art, but when the teacher saw her drawing a ruler, she politely told the parents that the child might no longer be able to draw.

Until he entered junior high school, Cheng's parents finally gave up on art. He also heard from his colleagues that his relatives and sons entered the Ivy League university with their excellent fencing skills, and immediately sent Cheng Yin to the fencing club.

At the beginning, Cheng’s parents took turns to accompany their children to study every day.

But over the years, Cheng Yin's best result was only the 48th place in the club league and the 79th place in the city individual competition.

With such achievements, even the green ivy and vegetable vines cannot climb.

Maybe my parents were tired or gave up. Later, Cheng Yin went to the club less frequently. When he was in his second year of high school, he basically went there two or three times a week. Now he is in his third year of high school, basically once a week.

Cheng Sheng stopped the car and pointed at Cheng Yin's forehead.

"Go in by yourself, don't be lazy, I'll pick you up at noon."

Cheng Yin got out of the car with his bag on his back and said nothing.

Because Cheng Sheng drove her here in person, it was nearly twenty minutes earlier than before.

In the coach's locker room, two male coaches had just changed their clothes and came out.

"Do you know why Chen Ran didn't participate in this championship?" A bearded coach said in a low voice, "My senior brother said, internal news, he seemed to be fired by the national team."

Another coach widened his eyes and pouted like a goldfish, "Is it fired? Really or false? Why?"

"I don't know." said the bearded coach, "My senior brother has also heard of it, but the specific reason has not been reported."

The two of them sighed. When they passed by the lounge, the bearded man saw Cheng Yin from a distance and waved to her.

"Ayin, so early today?"

This bearded man is Cheng Yin's coach and is also the hero who can write that shocking essay.

Usually, I always talk about Chen Ran in Cheng Yin's ear, hoping that his students will take Chen Ran as an example. People like Cheng Yin who have left ears and right ears have never even watched a Chen Ran game, and can count Chen Ran's results in detail.

As for the others, it is Cheng Yin’s own artistic processing.

Cheng Yin sat on the barrest, swaying his legs, and said, "Teacher, you are very handsome today."

The bearded man smiled, "Come so early today?"

"Well, my brother sent me here. What were you talking about just now?"

"Nothing." The bearded man sat next to Cheng Yin, took out two boxes of milk from his bag, inserted a straw and handed her a bottle, "Are you tired in the senior year of high school?"

Cheng Yin bit the straw and nodded: "It's very tired."

The bearded man also drank milk and said casually: "Have you improved your studies?"

Cheng Yin's face changed slightly, and he avoided answering: "I got full marks in the end of last semester."

"So great? Show me."

Cheng Yin frowned: "The test paper was lost."

The bearded man laughed dryly, and Cheng Yin said dissatisfiedly: "Don't believe it, the title is my idol, I wrote Chen Ran."

The bearded man almost squirted out his breasts, "What are you writing about him?"

"Don't you often say he is very powerful?" Cheng Yin said, "I used him as an example to write an essay. The teacher said that it was very inspiring and very good."

Big bearded man: "…"

Have you ever seen someone’s game, you dare to write it, and I said, “Is this girl a bit toxic?” You were fired by the national team as soon as you wrote it.

Cheng Yin said again: "By the way, a new classmate came to our class, also called Chen Ran. Did you think it was a coincidence?"

The bearded man scratched his head, "This name is quite common."

"Yes, why is the difference between people with the same name and surname so big?" Cheng Yin lowered his head and looked at his legs. "He is a world champion. He is a nail household or a nail household who smokes and drinks."

The bearded man doesn't want to continue chatting with Cheng Yin.

She always does this. When she comes to class, she chats with her and says whatever she thinks. Don’t think that the bearded man doesn’t know, she just wants to delay time.

"Okay, let's go to class."

Two more weeks passed in a blink of an eye, and Cheng Yin had already begun to get used to the life of his senior year.

In order to squeeze out more time to review, the teacher raced against time to teach new lessons, and the homework assigned every day became a hill.

Cheng Yin gradually felt powerless.

Although she hasn't used much force.

On the other hand, Cheng Yin’s deskmate Chen Ran seemed to be on vacation. He came to the classroom every morning to show off his face. If he didn’t have three classes, he would definitely disappear.

And he almost fell asleep during those three classes. Except for Zhang Yuehai's class, he would give him some face and pretend to listen to the class.

Cheng Yin found it strange that the serious and responsible teachers in their class never talked about Chen Ran, and seemed to think that he did not exist.

After thinking about it, Cheng Yin also felt that he could understand.

If she was a teacher and had a nail-biting household like Chen Ran, she would have such a bad learning attitude, so she would definitely not care.

At noon that day, Cheng Yin watched Chen Ran wake up from his sleep, rubbed his shoulders, and then got up and left the classroom.

As everyone knows, Chen Ran has finished his "study" today.

Cheng Yin looked at his back and sighed: "Just like him, he won't be able to get into college even if my child can do it."

Xie Ying turned around and said disgustedly: "If you have time to worry about others here, why not worry about yourself. I will take the exam next week. Have you finished memorizing the words? Can you do the conic curve? Are the chemical formulas flat?"

Cheng Yin: "…"

Speaking of this monthly exam, teachers attach great importance to it and examine the content of the new lessons during this period.

After the monthly exam, the senior high school entrance examination will be fully reviewed.

Xie Ying did not have the habit of reviewing before the exam, but seeing that the monthly exam was about to be taken tomorrow, Cheng Yin didn't even know where to turn the textbook, so she was kind enough to list the exam content table for her, so she was so precise that it was exactly which formula and which word to take.

Cheng Yin was amazed at the brain structure of the God of Learning, and at the same time, he did not forget to help the world.

She glanced at her sleeping deskmate, took out a piece of draft paper, and carefully copied a copy.

But Chen Ran slept too well, and Cheng Yin was embarrassed to wake him up. The man was tall and lying on the table tightly occupied the table.

Cheng Yin looked around and finally stuffed the paper into Chen Ran's bag.

She cleared her throat and took out the Chinese textbook to start reading early.

A few minutes later, a girl walked into the classroom with her head held high and her chest held high, patrolling the whole world.

Then, her eyes fixed on Chen Ran, and then she walked over firmly.

It's over, this is the student under the school's supervision and inspection.

Since the senior high school started half a month early, the school did not manage the school rules and regulations. But this week the whole school officially started, and various inspections began one after another. The person who came here was the person who checked the school uniform.

Cheng Yin did not dare to make big moves, so he could only quietly pat Chen Ran on the thigh. However, the man slept like a dead pig and had no reaction at all.

"classmate."

It was too late, and the girl had already stood in front of Chen Ran, raised her chin, and tapped Chen Ran's table with the tip of her pen, "Classmate, wake up."

Cheng Yin silently lit wax for Chen Ran.

The people in the supervision and office are famously disregarded by relatives, and they will report to the Political and Educational Department when they catch people.

But Chen Ran still didn't respond.

The girl was a little impatient and looked at Cheng Yin: "What's his name?"

Brother, I'm sorry for you.

"His name is Cheng..."

Before the word "sound" was said, Chen Ran suddenly looked up, his eyes half open, his eyes swept across Cheng Yin's face, and finally looked at the girl in the inspection.

"What's wrong?"

The girl's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You, why aren't you wearing school uniform?"

Chen Ran said: "I don't have my size, ask me to wait for the next batch."

The girl nodded and spread the book in front of him.

"Then you can register your name."

Chen Ran held the pen, turned around his fingertips, and asked with a smile: "Is this also my fault?"

The girl Qiqi Ai Ai couldn't speak, so Chen Ran lowered her head and wrote down her name, and then returned the notebook to her.
To be continued...