South China No. 1 Middle School, the most famous high school in Z City, was once known as the cradle of the provincial top scholars. It has become a first-class university in China after only ten years.
There are many legends about this school. Because of this, it has become a springboard for those ordinary students to dream of taking the college entrance examination. It is also the best gilded place for the children of high officials and dignitaries.
The bell at 6:30 in the morning, accompanied by a cheerful rhythm, woke up the morning dew, with the fragrance of flowers, sounded in every corner of South China No.1 Middle School.
The students of South China No. 1 Middle School have already started a new day of study.
South China cultivates them, and they bring them great glory again and again with their own youth.
The classroom of Experimental Class 2 in Grade 1 of senior high school is the first one with lights on.
Jiang Fan sat alone in the last row of the classroom, put away the keys and lay back on the chair, looking sleepy.
After rubbing his temples, Jiang Fan looked at the rising sun in the east and remembered that there was still one month to go before the final exam of this semester. He could only bear the physical and mental fatigue, took a deep breath, picked up the textbook and began to read aloud.
This is Jiang Fan's habit of getting up early since he was admitted to South China No. 1 Middle School. Anyway, his diligence is really admirable.
However, it is surprising, even unbelievable, that Jiang Fan's every exam result, without exception, is the last one of his grade since he entered the school six months ago.
It was once thought that Jiang Fan was studying in a fake way. More people suspect that his high school entrance examination results are false, and now it is just the academic dregs' true colors.
Since the first monthly exam, his teachers and class teachers have talked to him, hoping to understand his situation.
Finally, even the headmaster was shocked.
Because Jiang Fan was admitted to South China No. 1 Middle School with almost full marks in the high school entrance examination.
He is also the student with the highest score in the entrance exam of the class of South China No. 1 Middle School.
Naturally, the senior management of South China No. 1 Middle School placed high expectations, hoping that Jiang Fan could lead South China No. 1 Middle School to stand in the top position of the province again.
In the face of the doubts of his classmates and teachers, Jiang Fan was shocked and puzzled at the beginning, but now he is numb.
He can only answer helplessly, he has tried his best.
Having said that, Jiang Fan never relaxed and studied every day. He even spent all his time on study except for what he had to do in life.
Because Jiang Fan always keeps his promise in mind.
The fire took away his parents. At the last moment of his mother's death, Jiang Fan promised her that he would study hard.
Before Jiang Fan's primary school, he was also a child in a big city. The parents have their own company, although it is not very big, but let Jiang Fan be the carefree childe for several years.
Not to mention delicacies, it is also a luxury.
However, after Jiang Fan's parents died, their property disappeared with the fire.
Jiang Fan was taken back to his hometown in the countryside by his grandfather, and began to study hard from then on.
Maybe he was born smart, or maybe Jiang Fan always remembered his promise to his mother. He studied very hard, and finally was admitted to the No. 1 high school in Z city, South China No. 1 Middle School.
To Jiang Fan's surprise, his first monthly exam result was so bad that he was the last but one in a grade.
Jiang Fan's deskmate, Zhang Qiang, a fat man who didn't know what to do with him, had hardly seen him look at the blackboard and occupied the last ten seats of the grade all the year round.
However, Jiang Fan's best performance was still one point lower than Zhang Qiang's.
He is the last but one, and Zhang Qiang is the last but one.
At that moment, Jiang Fan felt that he was really out of his wits?!
He clearly understood every lesson of every teacher and made relevant notes.
After class, Jiang Fan did enough review and preview.
However, whenever he took an exam, Jiang Fan would always see some messy pictures in front of him. The head also became confused and unable to calm down.
Jiang Fan doubted that something was wrong with his head.
His head teacher Ren, with the tacit consent of the principal, took him to the hospital for examination.
The results show that Jiang Fan's brain and IQ are absolutely without any problems, even far beyond ordinary people.
From then on, Jiang Fan no longer doubted himself and still studied hard. Even if the exam was still the last one of the grade, he did not shake his confidence in continuing to study.
Instead, Ren, his head teacher, comforted Jiang Fan from time to time in order not to stimulate him, and advised him not to be too tired and take care of his body.
Other teachers no longer look at Jiang Fan differently because of his achievements. He even asked him if he had any doubts in his study.
This is not like treating a student from the bottom of his grade. He is simply regarded as the provincial champion three years later.
Jiang Fan can only regard all this as others' pity for him.
In fact, his head teacher took all this as Jiang Fan's prank. He thought that this was an unusual act of genius and reported it to the headmaster.
These Yuan Fan didn't know, otherwise, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
"Jiang Dashen, is the first to arrive again. Hey hey hey, recite the Analects of Confucius, and drink a drink to refresh yourself."
It was Wang Feng who spoke.
As he put down his heavy schoolbag, he handed Jiang Fan a paper bag. It contained an exquisite breakfast and a bottle of iced drinks.
"Thanks, keep an account."
Jiang Fantou didn't return to take the breakfast either. While eating, he stared at the book, ignoring Wang Feng's playful smile.
"Dele, you're busy. I'll borrow your notes again to fry them." Wang Feng took a black note from Jiang Fan's desk.
"Jiang Dashen, do you know that since I read your math notes, I feel my math has improved a lot."
Wang Feng was not dissatisfied with Jiang Fan's perfunctory tone.
On the contrary, after he got Jiang Fan's notes, he did not forget to flatter him. It can be seen that Wang Feng really wanted to borrow Jiang Fan's notes.
"Be careful!"
Jiang Fan raised his head and stared at Wang Feng, frowning and saying seriously.
"Hey hey hey, God, please rest assured. I'm not careless. I washed my hands and burned incense before." Wang Feng patted his chest, lowered his voice, and said confidently.
Jiang Fan didn't listen to Wang Feng's words. He didn't believe a person who was the last but one in the grade. What's good about his notes.
Wang Feng also sat in the last row. He and Jiang Fan were only one aisle away. Last month, he inadvertently opened Jiang Fan's math notes, which lasted for half a day. In other classes, he didn't stop.
Finally, he vowed to bring Jiang Fan a month's delicious breakfast for free, and only asked Jiang Fan to lend him his math notes.
At first, Jiang Fan thought Wang Feng was playing tricks on him, and did not answer him.
However, Wang Feng then played hard and soft with him for several days and begged for guarantees. Jiang Fan was so disturbed by him that he had no choice but to promise him.
Moreover, Jiang Fan asked that breakfast should not be free, and he would pay him one month later.
Wang Feng was even more grateful and almost knelt down to Jiang Fan.
In the face of Wang Feng's almost fanatical attitude, Jiang Fan shook his head, which was just enough to save himself the time to buy breakfast, and he was too lazy to ask why.
But he was a little puzzled. A person who always came last in every exam, his notes, can help others.
