When he arrived at school the next day, Ji Rang packed his desk for the first time.

He has always used this desk as a trash can. He has everything except textbooks. Ji Rang resisted his patience and dug it out. The coke was empty, and the draft paper was crumpled into a ball, two car magazines, cigarette boxes, broken headphones, and a Rubik's Cube.

He leaned back with the chair up, just enough to reach the wall. He twisted the Rubik's Cube a few times and restored it.

After thinking about it, the Rubik's Cube was stuffed back into the desk and threw away everything else.

As soon as Qu Dazhuang entered the classroom, Ji Rang called him over. Seeing him frowning, he immediately said seriously: "Brother Rang, is there a bastard who is itchy again? Who do you think you beat me up?"

Ji Rang slapped his head with his laptop: "Bitch it!" Qu Dazhuang hugged his head aggrievedly, and heard Ji Rang say coldly: "Go and get me a set of textbooks. From the first year of high school to the second year of high school, every subject is required."

Qu Dazhuang stared at him in disbelief.

Ji Rang waited for a long time without any response and kicked him: "Did you fucking hear it?"

Qu Dazhuang resisted the majesty from the boss, grabbed Ji Rang's hand, and said with a sad face: "Brother Rang, have you been in trouble? You told your brothers that even if you go up to the mountain of swords and fire, your brothers will definitely rescue you!"

"Liu Haiyang!" Ji Rang roared and silenced the entire Class 9, "Drag this idiot out and beat him to death! You are not allowed to appear in my sight within a week!"

...

When school was over in the morning, Ji Rang got all the books he wanted.

There are both old and new, and there are more than a dozen books. Liu Haiyang was panting and threw it down with a clang, smashing it into dust.

Ji Rang looked at the books piled up with mountains under his feet, and his eyes twitched hard.

After all, do you have to learn the year of the Monkey and Horse Month?

The boss spent the whole morning in self-doubt and self-encouragement. As soon as the school bell rang, he sent a message to Wu Rui, asking him to come to the classroom of Class 9.

Wu Rui doesn't go to the cafeteria to have dinner, but he always brings his own meals. There is a microwave in the teacher's lounge, so he can use it at will at his first grade.

Not long after, Wu Rui, who had a hot meal, ran over with his lunch box.

Class 9 is a forbidden place for good students to talk about. He used to be afraid to pass by, but now he walks into the classroom through the back door and feels a little stimulating in his heart.

Ji Rang was the only one in the classroom. He sat in the last position with a bad expression, looking at the pile of books on the ground like reading a murderer of his father.

Seeing him poking his head in, he stretched out his feet and hooked his chair and let him sit.

Wu Rui felt that he should praise him: "Student Ji, you are really capable of acting!"

Ji Rang kicked the pile of books and asked in despair: "I have to finish all these?"

He actually no longer has hope.

Unexpectedly, Wu Rui said: "No, just study six subjects."

At that moment, Ji Rang felt like he was injected with oxygen from a dying person, and he immediately came back to life: "Really?"

"Of course, you only have six subjects in the college entrance examination. Apart from the third major, you can just choose the three subjects you like and do best in the remaining six subjects."

Ji Rang suppressed his inner excitement: "Then I won't choose mathematics!"

Wu Rui pushed his glasses and said, "Oh, that's not possible. Mathematics is a junior high school and is a compulsory subject."

Ji Rang: "???"

Hold.

Wu Rui felt that the school tyrant who had handed in white papers since the beginning of high school should not know that the school had already started to implement a class system after the monthly exam.

He briefly explained to him: "The third major is Chinese, mathematics, and English. These three majors are compulsory exams. You can just take classes in your class, that is, Class 9."

"The Little Three refers to choosing the three subjects you are good at among the six subjects of physics, biology, chemistry, politics, history, and geography, and attend classes in different classes according to the schedule."

Only then did Ji Rang realize that they had long been out of liberal arts and science.

Liu Yao must have said this early, but he never listened to classes before and knew nothing about the learning situation around him.

Some thoughts in my mind were like a spark, flashing by.

Ji Rang looked down at the pink whale pen resting on the desk, and his throat began to tighten: "Is the little three you mentioned? Are students of all classes in the grade arbitrarily chooseable, and then gather in the same classroom for class?"

Wu Rui nodded: "Yes."

The sparks in my mind exploded like fireworks.

Can he attend class with Qi Ying?

The big guy who just felt hopeless about his career even felt friendly to reading mathematics: "The class system has begun? Can I still sign up now?"

Wu Rui smiled and said, "After you get the monthly exam, you will start to go to class and register at any time. If you choose physics at the beginning and study for a while, you find that you really can't learn it, you can change it to other subjects in the middle."

Wu Rui asked him seriously: "Student Ji, which three are you planning to choose? I personally suggest that you read the six textbooks first, understand the specific content and difficulty of each subject, and then make a choice based on your situation."

Ji Wan's heart-wrenching mood in the morning became as beautiful as blossoms.

He turned his pen around and held the other end of the whale hat in his palm: "No, I'll choose."

...

After lunch, Yue Li walked back to the classroom with Qi Ying. As soon as she rubbed her bulging belly, a girl at the door shouted, "Yue Li, someone is looking for her."

She stood up and asked, "Who?"

"I don't know you, from outside the class."

When I walked out, a tall and thin girl stood outside the classroom door. When I saw her coming out, I smiled generously: "Student Yue Li, I have something to tell you, can you come with me?"

She pointed to the entrance of the corridor.

In broad daylight, it was in school again. Yue Li nodded and followed her.

Then I saw Ji Rang waiting there against the wall.

The tall girl brought her there, turned around and ran away.

Yue Li suddenly became nervous. The impression left by the boss was mostly violent and fierce. Although it changed when she helped them move tables in the classroom last time, she was still a little scared to stand alone in front of the boss.

She stuttered: "Ji...student, what are you asking for me?"

Ji Rang's face was always cold and handed over the milk tea he was holding in his hand.

Yue Li widened her eyes: "Give it to me..."

He nodded.

Yue Li has troubles.

She swore to God that she would not be occupied if she didn't drink milk tea for one semester and would not be occupied if she changed to physical education classes. She couldn't help but drink a cup last time, but in a few days she was occupied by physical education classes. She was so scared that she was so strict with herself recently that she didn't dare to touch dairy products.

What milk tea should I give you if you’re fine!

Ji Rang stretched out for a long time, and when she saw that she didn't meet, her eyebrows gradually became impatient. Yue Li was so scared that she shrank and snatched it.

Ji Rang then spoke: "Ask you something."

Yue Li thought to herself, when did the boss become so polite? She would give gifts before inquiring about the matter?

I heard Ji Rang ask a little uncomfortable: "Which three small classes did Qi Ying choose?"

Yue Li didn't understand why he asked this. After all, no matter how big shots looked, they didn't seem to be someone involved in learning. They said casually: "She chose historical geography."

Ji Rang's lips curled slightly, and then he became cold again in a flash: "Okay, go back." After a pause, he deliberately scared her: "I'll ask you about this, don't tell her, otherwise..."

Yue Litou shook his rattle like: "If you don't say, don't say, don't say, heaven and earth know you know me!"

He waved his fingers and Yue Li ran away.

I ran back to the classroom, looked at Qi Ying who was sitting in my seat reading, and then looked at the milk tea in my hand, and said silently in my heart: "God, you saw it. It was not what I wanted to drink on purpose, but it was the boss who forced me. If you don't drink it, you will definitely not blame me, right?"

Then he took a sip with joy.

Ah, it tastes so good.

Before class in the afternoon, Liu Yao's office welcomed an uninvited guest.

He was holding a cup of water to make tea. When he heard the words of the boy behind him, he almost knocked over the cup. He turned around in shock: "What did you say you are going to do?"

Ji Rang: "I want to sign up for the little three."

Liu Yao looked at him like a ghost.

No wonder, in more than a year, Ji Rang never disappointed him in not loving studying. He suddenly said that he wanted to study, but no one could accept it.

Liu Yao walked back to his desk and sat down. He looked at him for a long time, as if he wanted to see through him, guessing whether he was trying to do something else.

Ji Rang continued: "I want to report to historical geography."

Liu Yao became more and more incredible.

He even chose the subject???

Ji Rang frowned: "Can't it work?"

Nothing can be bad students who are willing to be good. Liu Yao quickly said, "Okay, of course! Historical geography, right? I will help you arrange classes later. But you kid, the class is not like our class, and the students in other classes are there. If you do anything wrong in class, see how I deal with you!"

Ji Rang nodded at him impatiently.

Now the class schedule is automatically scheduled using computers. Liu Yao just enters Ji Rang's name and academic number elective subjects. In the second afternoon, the history will be on the fourth floor of the Moral Education Building.

After the first class, Ji Rang found the history book and walked out.
To be continued...