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Five minutes left in the morning reading, Lao Song walked in with the thermos in his hand.

The noisy classroom became quiet in an instant, and his eyes were all looking at Lao Song.

"I would be thirsty when you are in class." Old Song joked, "Are you all impatient to know the ranking of the weekly test?"

In fact, on weekdays, except for a few math masters, most of them are not interested in the weekly ranking.

But this time it's different!

This represents the battle of the Landlord and the Leader of the Scholar!

"Think—" the student in the podium replied in a long voice.

Lao Song: "Okay, then let's preach math problems first."

Everyone:???

Lao Song, are you a devil??

"Haha, I won't tease you anymore. The old rules are the same. I will quickly study the class ranking. For students who have done well in the exam, don't be proud, and don't be discouraged when they do poorly. The first place is..."

According to convention, the weekly test only announces the class rankings and still does not announce the results of specific subjects.

Someone started to cheer: "Old Song, let's recite it backwards today!"

"It's poisonous, isn't it good to announce the results directly?"

"What do you know? It's exciting to recite backwards!"

"What strange request is this?" Old Song was puzzled, "Forget it, please satisfy you."

He turned to the bottom of the list and looked closely, "Oh, the last throne has been replaced this time. Xiao Man, in the words of you young people, you are called the last throne, right?"

Xiao Man was thick-skinned and had a good attitude, and even laughed at the end of the exam, "Everyone is willing to give in, welcome to compete with me next time."

There was a burst of laughter in the class.

Lin Jingluo in the front row shook his head with a look of disgust.

But the corners of his mouth were quietly curled.

"The second to last is..." Old Song paused, "He is an acquaintance."

"Old Song, you've had enough! Don't torture people so much!"

Xiao Man's seat was not far from Lu Xingye, and he smiled silly, "Brother Lu, you are the second to last? Hi, we are really in trouble..."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Song's loud voice came from the podium: "Wang Yang, you have regressed this time."

Xiao Man:???

"Brother Lu, did you secretly carry me on my back and get the third-last exam? You have changed, you are not my half-brother..."

Lu Xingye leaned on the back of the chair, lazily turning his bare-rod black water pen, with clear joints of white fingers, "Close your mouth, get beaten up, choose yourself."

Xiao Man decisively closed the wheat.

Soon, I got to the top five.

"Fifth place, Lin Jingluo."

"Fourth place, Chen Song."

The class became restless. Until now, he had not read the name of Boss Lu!

Ling Yuran also realized that his hand on his legs clenched into fists.

I didn't expect that the little gangster was still hiding his weakness.

But so what? First of all, it must be his.

But unexpectedly—

"Third place, Ling Yuran. Not bad, you adapt very quickly."

Old Song's kind smile fell in Ling Yuran's eyes, but it seemed like a sarcasm.

He felt like he was struck by lightning and refused to believe what he had heard.

Third place?!

Wouldn't that mean that the gangster was ranked before him?

Ji Mixi raised her head, her long eyelashes fluttered and blinked a few times.

If Ling Yuran's third words mean that Lu Xingye's test is better than him.

The class was in an instant.

"Ling Xueba is the third? Then boss Lu is either the second or the first one?"

"So Boss Lu usually takes the last exam and plays?"
Chapter completed!