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Seeing the old brother agree directly, Su Le's originally happy mood was even more beautiful, and he patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, brother, don't look at my art performance is so good, and my cultural class is also the first in the class!"

"So powerful?" Su Yang's eyes lit up, "How many people are in your class?"

"We are in the general liberal arts class, and there are more than 60 people!" Su Le smiled, "The teachers are discussing to bring me to the key class recently."

Su Yang was full of surprise, and said incredulously: "Are you an art student who can take the first place in the general class?! Don't lie to your brother, little girl~"

Both he and his sister went to Yicheng No. 1 High School, and Su Yang just graduated a year ago, so he naturally knows what level an arts and sports student can take first in the liberal arts class of No. 60...

Don't underestimate the level of an ordinary class, especially when there are still No. 60 students, Yicheng No. 1 Middle School is a provincial key middle school. Half of the students in the key class can pass the exam, and the ordinary class at least There are also a dozen people who can reach a line.

What is the concept of the first place in the ordinary class?

This means that Su Le can now go to a good university solely on the basis of her cultural grades in the naked exam...

So it's not surprising that Su Yang can be so surprised. If it were someone else, his jaw would have dropped to the ground.

Su Le pouted, a little gloomy: "Hey, brother stinky doesn't believe me... You wait for me!"

After speaking, Su Le directly sent Su Yang a report card of last month's monthly test.

"Chinese: 113, Mathematics: 115, English: 134, Comprehensive Literature: 221..."

"Total score 583?!"

After reading it, Su Yang blurted out "I wipe", and then raised his head to look at the old girl. The little girl looked at him with a sullen expression, as if she was saying: How are you, see?

"Okay, little girl, you have inherited your brother's excellent academic gene! It seems that our brothers and sisters have to compose a myth of Yicheng No. 1 Middle School!"

It's really not Su Yang's bragging. He was the top student in the key class at the beginning. He occupied the first place in the grade all the year round. He was favored by teachers of various subjects. He was once thought to be a good student in Qingbei. After quarreling, I had diarrhea again during the Chinese test the next day, which made my Chinese score stretch my hips directly, and I got the worst score ever in the test.

But even with this kind of mistake, Su Yang was admitted to the excellent double-first-class university in Modu, and because of the perennial king of Lu ah Lu, he was left in Yicheng No. The myth of ", which has been adapted by people with a heart, has been circulated in more than a dozen different versions and is widely circulated on campus, and its popularity is enough to be ranked in the top 10 of the school's mythology list...

"Hehehehe..." Su Le looked at Su Yang and suddenly remembered the nonsense myths and legends about her brother in the school, which made her cover her mouth and snicker.

"What the hell is silly, Nizi?"

Seeing her sister who suddenly laughed, Su Yang was confused - did I touch this girl's nerve of laughter?

Su Le smiled mysteriously and didn't explain. He just waved his hand and changed the subject: "It's nothing, compared to this, my stomach is already growling with hunger now, let's go eat!"

"Okay." Su Le didn't say anything, and he didn't bother to ask, so he took his sister directly to the nearby shopping plaza.