If you put all your efforts into something, you will always be rewarded.

When the monthly exam results were announced, the class teacher's face was obviously more satisfied, because the top ten in the class once again entered the top 100 in the grade.

The one stuck in the 11th place is Zongque, ranked 116th in grade.

Compared with Lin Heng, who once again topped the grade, his performance improvement rate was beyond everyone's expectations.

After the exam, the seats were rearranged, and the seats around Lin Heng were occupied first again, while the seats next to him were left alone for Zongque.

After each exam, there will be a private conversation with the class teacher. If there is too much progress or too much regression, the student will be informed one-on-one of the situation.

"The results this time are good, especially in the biology subject." The head teacher called the person out alone during self-study and said, "The teacher has seen your hard work during this period, so keep up the good work."

"Okay." Zongque responded.

"Persistence is just the bottom line." The class teacher looked up at the young man in front of him and said, "This time I didn't get into the top 100 of my grade. How about setting my goal for the next final exam to be in the top 100 of my grade?"

The progress of high school is very fast, and it is easy to improve your grades, especially after selecting courses. Some people's mentality collapses and they drop hundreds of places, while some people work hard day and night and it is possible to rush to the top of the grade.

Most of the students who can enter this high school are talented, and what they lack is sometimes just a little more effort than others.

It’s not that grades determine everything for a person, but that if you get into a good university, you will have more choices for your future path in life.

Zongque was thinking about his next goal. He wanted to add competition to the mix and make the improvement twice as fast as his original plan: "Okay."

"But don't put too much pressure on yourself. New courses are being introduced all the time. It's normal to have gaps sometimes." The class teacher said, "Sit with Lin Heng and study hard with him."

"Yeah." Zongque said.

"Okay, let's go in," the head teacher said.

Lin Heng's writing stopped when Zongque entered the classroom. When the person next to him sat down, he asked in a low voice: "What did the old classmate tell you?"

"Next time I will enter the top 100." Zongque took out his exercise book and said.

"Huh? I think the goal can be set higher." Lin Heng pointed at the range on his exercise book with a pen and said, "Your foundation has actually been consolidated. If you teach new content, the starting point will be the same.

Yes, the goal is to be in the top fifty, what do you think?"

If it were anyone else, Lin Heng would not have such strict requirements, but Zongque was different. Every time he solved a question type, he would not encounter the same type of question next time. No matter how the conditions were set to hide, he would not do it again.

Make mistakes.

The difference between him and others is that he has not learned some questions, not that he cannot learn them.

"Okay." Zongque responded.

"Then we need to do these questions in the first night self-study." Lin Heng circled the scope and said.

"Okay." Zongque agreed.

He rarely denies his requests.

Lin Heng was writing his own exercises, his eyes quietly falling on the person next to him. His writing voice was rustling, with a very quiet rhythm. There was only seriousness and calmness in his eyes that always looked sharp before.

It even makes him wonder why he was a little afraid and jealous of him a long time ago. He is obviously a person who makes people feel at ease easily.

…

The monthly exam results have attracted more attention than just Zongque. Lin Heng was ranked first again. Although Liao Yan, who has been accompanying the hospital for a long time, was ranked third in grade, his overall score was not far behind. Such results will inevitably cause concern.

Some speculations.

"You can get into third place in your grade even if you study by yourself. If you really study in school, wouldn't you be sure to be first in grade?"

"I originally thought that I would regress, but I didn't expect it."

"Talent is talent. You can get first place in the exam even if you just play around."

"Not to mention that Lin Heng seems to have no strength. There is Zongque sitting next to him. It probably took a lot of time to teach people."

"Zongque, if it weren't for Lin Heng's help, he would still be in last place..." The person who spoke had a complicated tone.

When Liao Yan saw the person walking over while talking, he hid behind a wall and waited until the person passed by before walking out.

…

Lin Heng's habits did not change because of those obscure discussions.

It was the same weekend, the same station, the same room number. When Lin Heng was about to knock on the door, he heard the sound of the kettle breaking inside, with the sound of water rushing inside.

"Why, it's the uncle who's in debt these days. He can afford to be hospitalized for more than a month, but he can't pay off the debt!" The broken voice was mixed with a rich male voice, "Splashed me with water!"

"I was hospitalized because of the medical expenses donated by kind-hearted people. If there were any, I wouldn't have refused to pay back." Mother Liao's originally gentle voice had a coldness in it. "I have a son, so I won't bother myself by deliberately not paying back the money."

There is really no other way to live an happy life."

"We can't work, and we're not the kind of people who push people to death." Another slightly sharp male voice said, "The donation for hospitalization, and the compensation money from the factory can always be used to pay back the money, right?

I am doing this for your own good, and it will be you who will suffer when the profit is compounded."

"The compensation hasn't arrived yet." Mother Liao's voice sounded tired.

"How can anyone push a debt collector to the hospital bed?" A strange female voice came from inside.

"Shut up, I don't have to talk to you. She owes us a loan shark." The rich male voice was very fierce.

The female voice also disappeared.

Lin Heng put down his hand that was about to knock, turned around and walked towards the other end of the corridor, stopped at the reception desk and said: "Hello, there seems to be a debt collector making trouble in room 916. There are several men. Can you please hire a security guard?"

Would you like to go over and take care of it?"

It may be difficult to call the police for debt collection matters, but the hospital's security will be faster and more effective.

The nurse at the reception desk was obviously stunned for a moment and dialed the phone.

Several security guards knocked on the door of the ward, and the noise inside became louder. After several noises, several men walked out of the ward.

They looked ordinary, but they were tall, wearing ordinary trousers and short sleeves. They came out menacingly, with a bit of ruthlessness in their eyes, causing passers-by to get out of the way.

After the security guard left the ward, Lin Heng breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the door of the room, only to see the mess in the room and Liao Yan who was stiffly cleaning up the floor.

Mother Liao was still apologizing to the people in the same ward: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble..."

Lin Heng's hand holding the schoolbag tightened slightly, turned around and left with a light step. It would be better for him to come back tomorrow.

"Fuck, that kid is trapped in there, who's the fucking security guard who has nothing to do but scream, let me know that I have to kill him," said the rather tall man at the head.

"Brother Hai, it's all a trivial matter. The main thing is to get the money, and all the tasks above have been completed." Another man who was following closely handed him a pipe, "Have a cigarette to relieve your anger."

When Zongque waited for the elevator, he happened to overhear the conversation of several men.

Several people came out aggressively, and Zongque stepped aside with a calm expression, looking at the backs of the people as they left.

"Calm down, find someone to keep an eye on, and don't let anyone play any tricks on me!" The leading man lit a cigarette and walked away ignoring the security guard at the door who said smoking was not allowed in the hospital.

Zongque got on the elevator, but before he could get out, he saw the young man standing at the door of the elevator.

His brows were clean, but he was a little surprised when he saw it: "Why did you come up here?"

"It took you too long to come up." Zongque said, "Come up first."

In the original world line, Lin Heng was kidnapped during the summer vacation, but that was just a record, and there would always be many unexpected changes in real life.

"This is the elevator going up." Lin Heng said this, but still stepped in.

"There are so many people now. You won't be able to sit down if you get down." Zongque moved some seats in and said, "What happened?"

"It's nothing. I talked to Liao Yan's mother for a while." Lin Heng said with a smile, "She asked me about Liao Yan's situation at school, so I stayed for a while."

His smile seemed to be the same as before, but the thoughts in his eyes were a little heavier.

Zongque knew that he was lying, either about himself or about Liao Yan, and he couldn't tell it.

The first thing that is difficult to talk about in Liao Yan's family is money, and the second is debt collection from loan sharks.

His father ran into debt and disappeared. To many people, it was as if the mother and son had become miserable.

"What's for lunch?" Zongque changed the subject.

Lin Heng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He rarely lies, but this matter is really hard to tell. It is Liao Yan's privacy. He must not want others to know: "Let me think about it, I usually eat rice and noodles.

How about eating fried chicken?”

"Okay." Zongque said, looking at his barely cheered up spirit.

Big buckets of fried chicken, bags of French fries, large cups of Coke and sundaes almost filled the entire table.

"Have you finished eating?" Zongque asked, assessing the appetite of the two people.

"If you can't finish it, just pack it up and take it home." Lin Heng bit the straw, took a sip of ice coke and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You won't bring it?" Zongque picked up the lemonade on the side, showing little interest in the food in front of him.

"I'm going home today. These are things that my mother defines as junk food." Lin Heng picked up a chicken nugget and put it in his mouth. "You'll be criticized if you take it back."

"Isn't it Chuan Chuan?" Zongque asked again.

"The same goes for skewers, so I eat them secretly." Lin Heng said with a smile, "I've never been caught."

There was a little pride in his expression.

No matter how well-behaved a child is in their teenage years, they will have a bit of a rebellious mentality, and when this mentality succeeds and is indulged, it will always make them feel very happy.

"I can eat it at any time." Zongque stated the fact.

Lin Heng squeezed Hamburg's hand and was silent for a moment before saying, "Don't show off in front of me."

This will make it easy for him to hit others out of envy, jealousy and hatred. When the time comes, he will be unable to hit others, and he will be the one who suffers.

"What show off?" Zongque asked doubtfully.

Lin Heng was also confused: "What did you originally want to say?"

"I can bring it to you when you want to eat," Zongque said.

"Ah...oh..." Lin Heng suddenly thought of the scene when Zongque came to him in the elevator, "Did you come to me at that time because you were worried about me?"

Zongque: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Lin Heng bit the straw of the Coke and smiled, "This Coke is quite delicious."

"The Coke outside is made with ice cubes." Zongque threw that question to the back of his mind, "The price has doubled several times."
Chapter completed!