"Ah, another test. Didn't you just take the test last week …"
"Yeah, I haven't read the book yet …"
The students below began to complain. The students had a good relationship with the recently graduated math teacher, so they dared to express their dissatisfaction in class.
"Hehe, okay, hurry up. It's only 40 minutes. You have already wasted three minutes. If there's anything you haven't finished, continue. I'll give you the papers later." Zhao Ying said with a smile. Although she wasn't much older than the students, she still had the students under her control.
"Sigh!" Everyone stopped complaining and quickly tidied up the books on the table. They took out a ruler, a ballpoint pen, and a stack of draft paper.
Yang Ming slowly put away the algebra book in front of him. In his mind, he was wondering if he could cheat and get a higher score.
In fact, Yang Ming also knew that cheating in this kind of exam was useless. Although he could get a higher score, when it came to the college entrance examination, the possibility of copying other people's work was basically zero!
However, Yang Ming wanted to get a higher score at this time to make Yang's Father happy. As for the college entrance examination, isn't there still a few months? We'll talk about it when the time comes!
The papers were handed out. Looking at the papers with the smell of ink in front of him, Yang Ming really didn't know where to start. He didn't know the first question. Trigonometric cosplay? Yang Ming knew this cosplay because it sounded like Saddam Hussein who was killed by the Americans. As for what it meant, Yang Ming didn't know.
Yang Ming habitually took out his glasses case from his pocket. This was his cheating tool. Generally, he only used it when playing billiards or taking exams. After taking it out, he found out that the glasses were smashed by Huang Mao.
Damn, don't let me see you next time! If I see you again, I'll cut off your penis and hang it on the TV tower! Yang Ming secretly cursed.
Yang Ming was a typical bad student in the class. In order not to let him affect the others, the teacher arranged for him to sit alone at a table near the back door of the classroom.
Zhang Bin, who was sitting in front of Yang Ming, was actually not very good at learning, but compared to Yang Ming, he was much better. At least he could muddle along with the passing line every time, while Yang Ming did not know how to answer a single question.
Zhang Bin and Yang Ming had a good relationship. In the past, during exams, Yang Ming would wear glasses and copy his answers. After Zhang Bin finished, he would put the papers aside so that he could see them. Now that he didn't have glasses, even if Yang Ming had good eyesight, he couldn't see them.
Originally, Yang Ming wanted to give up, but he suddenly remembered that the old man had given him a pair of contact lenses. He couldn't help but have the idea of treating a dead horse as a living horse.
Yang Ming took out the contact lens case from his pocket.
"Yang Ming, what are you doing?" Zhao Ying was invigilating the exam when she walked over to Yang Ming. When she saw Yang Ming taking out something sneakily from his pocket, she thought that he was going to cheat and immediately scolded him.
If it was another teacher, they might turn a blind eye to Yang Ming. However, Zhao Ying, who taught mathematics, had just graduated from Normal University this year. Yang Ming's cohort was her first batch of students, so she was very responsible. Moreover, she had never discriminated against Yang Ming because he was a bad student. She had never discriminated against Yang Ming. She had seen Yang Ming's file before. In the second year of the National Mathematical Olympiad, he had won the first prize. This kind of impressive result was not something an ordinary student could achieve. Her intuition told her that Yang Ming used to be a good student. He was also a very smart student. Something must have happened to him that caused him to fall.
Zhao Ying also wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Yang Ming during her free time. After all, the age gap between them wasn't that big, so it was easier for them to communicate. However, Yang Ming was usually elusive. Zhao Ying couldn't find him even after looking for him a few times.
Yang Ming was shocked. His hand trembled and he almost dropped the contact lens case on the floor. He looked up and saw Zhao Ying staring at him. He quickly said carefully, "Miss Zhao."
"What are you holding in your hand?" Zhao Ying pointed at the thing in Yang Ming's hand and asked.
"This?" Yang Ming passed the contact lens case to Zhao Ying and said, "Glasses!"
Zhao Ying took the small case and opened it. It was indeed a pair of contact lenses. She returned it to Yang Ming and said, "Why are you acting so mysterious with a pair of glasses? Hurry up and answer the questions! "
"Got it." Yang Ming took the contact lens case and nodded.
Zhao Ying was Yang Ming's favorite among all the teachers. She was young and beautiful. The most important thing was that she didn't roll her eyes at him like the other teachers. Instead, she would always ask him if he understood. If he didn't understand, he could ask her at any time.
This was also the reason why Yang Ming took out the mathematics book first when he thought of studying. He felt that he had let down his father the most, followed by Teacher Zhao Ying.
Yang Ming had an indescribable feeling towards Zhao Ying. Like? Adoration? Or worship? His feelings towards Chen Mengyan could be categorized as like, but what about Zhao Ying?
Yang Ming couldn't figure it out. There were a few times when he dreamt of Zhao Ying! It was no wonder that Zhao Ying's body was hotter than Chen Mengyan's. She had firm breasts and a well-proportioned waist. She was Yang Ming's sexual fantasy object!
Comparing Chen Mengyan and Zhao Ying, although Chen Mengyan's appearance was not inferior, she lacked the maturity and charm. Instead, she had the innocence of a young girl.
Yang Ming shook his head and threw these dirty thoughts to the back of his head. He picked up a contact lens with the label L on it. Yang Ming didn't have any culture, but he knew that it meant the left eye.
This was the first time Yang Ming played with contact lenses. This thing was more than twice the price of normal glasses. He had seen others wear it before, so he followed suit and put it on his eyes.
After putting on both lenses, Yang Ming blinked a few times. He felt that it was not bad and there was no discomfort. He originally thought that it was rubbish, but it seems that the old man didn't fool him.
He just didn't know if the degree was right. Yang Ming raised his head and glanced at Zhang Bin's desk. At this time, Zhang Bin had finished answering the multiple-choice questions on the first paper. He placed it at the corner of the desk to make it easier for Yang Ming to copy.
Can't see clearly? Yang Ming grumbled in his heart. What's the difference between this and not wearing glasses?
Yang Ming tried his best to look forward. He wanted to see Zhang Bin's handwriting clearly. Suddenly, something strange happened! Yang Ming felt his vision blur. Like an idiot's camera's auto-focus function, the words on the paper seemed to be getting closer and closer. Yang Ming could actually see it clearly!
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