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What is it like to become a bad student?

This question is really suitable for me.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I transferred to a very bad school.

On the first day of transferring school.

On my first night at this school.

The head teacher touched my penis.

In this year.

A lot of incredible things happened.

In short, you can think that I am making up a story.

I understand you.

Because my dad felt the same way at the time. . .

The day after my teacher touched my penis.

I sent a message to my dad.

I said my head teacher was a pervert and touched my penis and I wanted to go home. . .

Then my dad replied with three words: read well. . .

Before I transferred to another school, I was a poor academic, with no knowledge or skills, and was ranked among the bottom 20 in my grade.

But after transferring to another school, I instantly counterattacked and became a top student.

The point is, I didn’t do anything!

The first monthly exam after transferring to another school.

Seats in the examination room are arranged according to scores.

The top student sat with the top student.

The scumbag sits with the scumbag.

Since I was a new transfer, I sat in the worst exam room.

And this examination room also refreshed all my previous understanding of examination rooms.

I have always felt that I am a scumbag enough.

But I found that I am still broken.

During the entire exam process.

I saw people eating tea eggs, making instant noodles, playing chess, and folding airplanes with test papers.

I thought at that time, isn’t this just a truant Veyron? !

The key is, this is true!

Then I secretly took out the book and started cheating.

Then as a cheating little prince, I was discovered. . .

Because in this examination room, I looked too outstanding because of cheating. . .

Then I was honored to be praised. The invigilator actually praised my behavior and said that I was motivated. . .

Say that I not only want to write, but also want to copy. . .

At that moment, I was drunk. It was the first time in my life that I met a teacher who understood me so well.

I silently gave him 32 likes.

In that monthly exam.

The person sitting in front of me is a girl.

This girl later became my front desk.

Her name is Lingling.

During the English test, Lingling asked me: Are you good at English?

I said: No, no, I am a scumbag in English.

Then Lingling happily said: That's it, my English is very good, I can lend it to you to copy later.

I nodded repeatedly, thinking to myself, what a good girl.

After the exam started, Lingling quickly threw me a note.

I opened it and was shocked.

Because I found that Lingling’s answers were all wrong.

So I threw the note away.

But what I didn’t expect was that I actually got the first place in the school in English.

You know!

Although I often get first place in exams!

But this time it’s not the last one!

So Lingling was very angry.

Lingling said it’s okay if you don’t copy my answer. It turns out that your English is so good, you are so hypocritical!

So I was shocked again.

I suddenly changed from a poor student to a top student, standing out from the crowd.

I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. It turns out that it is such a pleasant thing.

As for my front desk, Lingling.

This is a very interesting girl.

Lingling’s laugh point is very low, so low that I can’t understand it.

Because as soon as I take out the eraser, Lingling can’t stop laughing.

I have met many people who have a low sense of humor.

Some people make you laugh when they make faces.

Some people laugh when you tell a joke.

But I have never met anyone who laughed at the sight of an eraser.

I can't let go of this problem.

So I asked Lingling: What’s so funny about the eraser?

Lingling was shocked. Lingling said she couldn’t understand it at all. Lingling asked me: Don’t you think erasers are funny?

I still haven’t found the answer to this question.

After this monthly exam is over.

I failed six subjects, but I got ninth place in the school.

I accidentally ranked first in the school in English.

I was so scared that I peed.

Then I heard a lot of legends about this school.

The most shocking thing is this school’s college admissions rate.

It is said that only 5 people were admitted to college in the last class.

You know, there are only 5 people who have been admitted to college.

In other words, if there are 500 people in a grade, only 1 can go to college.

Although I counterattacked and became ninth in the school.

But I am still among the unfortunate 99.

This is really a sad story.

Moreover, this school is actually a key middle school.

My previous school was a provincial key middle school.

The sign hanging at the gate of this school turned out to be "XX Town Police Station Key Protection Unit."

Police station. . . Focus on protection. . unit. . .

Yes, I was drunk just like you at the time.

There are actually such units in the world. . . .

And the students of this school.

Basically, they came here because they failed in the high school entrance examination, or they were killed in other schools, or they had nowhere to go.

In other words, everyone you see is either a weirdo or a dick.

Besides me, there are three other people in my dormitory who have just transferred here this semester.

One of them broke the arm of a classmate at his original school.

The other one beat the director of the Political and Education Department.

Another one was because he was beaten badly by his classmates. . .

So, at this time, I basically understand it.

This is basically a water-filled Liangshan Mountain.

No one in this school, from teachers to classmates, is normal.

Including me.

And I finally understood that the so-called academic scumbags and top academics are all nonsense.

You just haven’t found the right place for you to dominate. . .