"Why are you late?" Kong Jiaming's voice was gentle and he didn't even notice it.

Zhao Yuanjing said: "The old man passed away."

"Ah? Who in your family passed away?"

"Grandpa."

"That's the case, then you don't need to make up for the lessons on Saturday." Kong Jiaming was very generous.

Zhao Yuanjing had no intention of coming.

On Saturday and weekend, he agreed to Bao Xinyu to attend a program.

Kong Jiaming misunderstood, and he was too lazy to explain.

Back at the seat, there was a blank history paper in front of me.

The little girl in front turned around and whispered: "You didn't come from the previous history test, so the history teacher is so angry. You can do it quickly and I'll send it to you."

She is a history class representative.

Zhao Yuanjing said oh, took out a pen and started making the paper.

For him, history should be the easiest.

It's something that relies entirely on memory, and doesn't even need to read comprehension.

Seeing that he kept bowing his head and writing quickly, his class teacher Kong Jiaming would occasionally walk next to him, glance at his paper.

Zhao Yuanjing has become accustomed to it.

For some reason, except for the Chinese teacher, the other teachers were extremely tacitly aware of him and did not get the full marks for him.

Are you afraid that he will be complacent?

This made Zhao Yuanjing feel relaxed.

The students around him would not be shocked and talked, and they would always surround him and ask him how he got the full marks in Chinese and whether there was any unknown learning method.

Where is there?

He just has a slightly stronger memory.

After half a class, he handed the written history paper to the history class representative in front.

The little girl didn't expect that he would write so quickly, so she subconsciously took it over and took it to take a look.

Then she was shocked.

This paper?

Did it be written by Zhao Xiaojing?

The handwriting is very good, the key is that the answer seems to be correct.

She is a representative of history courses and her history is very good.

She could see it.

She knew exactly what Zhao Xiaojing had before.

What's going on?

She sent the history test papers to the office with a confused look on her face.

When the history teacher heard that it was Zhao Xiaojing's paper, he was excited to grab it and browse it quickly.

Ah, by the way.

That's right.

Yes, all right!

After spending a minute to scan the paper from beginning to end, the history teacher slapped the table excitedly and laughed: "Genius, genius!"

The class representative asked in a low voice: "Teacher, are you talking about Zhao Xiaojing?"

"Who isn't he?"

"How did his grades improve so quickly?" the little girl didn't understand.

After the history teacher was happy, he said earnestly: "You must understand that there are geniuses in this world."

The little girl came back with a confused look on her face.

She wanted to pull Zhao Xiaojing and ask about the situation carefully. However, when she returned to the classroom, class was over, Zhao Xiaojing left with her bag on her back, leaving only her back.

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't wait to arrive at the school gate, waiting for Yun Dai's arrival.

Yundai came on a bicycle.

It was a pink bicycle, and the girl's ponytail was flying, and it was so bright in the setting sun.

Zhao Yuanjing watched her running towards him, his heart full of joy, his heart pounding, and his cheeks and ears were faintly hot.

This feeling seemed to be back to the East Palace.
Chapter completed!