The classroom discipline is terrible and the teaching method is perfunctory. The young couple behind Song Ya have already hugged each other and chewed each other. The white male teacher in the class is still reciting Dickinson's poems with familiarity. When the bell rings, he immediately takes care of everyone.

Flash people and never miss them.

"call……"

Song Ya sighed helplessly. This body's English scores were already bad, and his Chinese soul didn't add much to it. He had no big problem with reading, but his shortcomings were writing and speaking. Unfortunately, this teacher was not very reliable.

, of course, you can't blame him, it's not that he doesn't want to take care of it, but that he doesn't dare to take care of it.

If the teacher doesn't teach well, Song Ya will have to study hard. He has studied it carefully and found that the credit plan cannot avoid the high-level English. Even if there are no conditions, we must create conditions to study hard. "After lunch, go to the library to borrow some books and go back."

After studying at home, it’s so annoying that I still have to play that damn basketball after school. What is the most lacking thing to become a top student in time travel? Time!”

After inking on his seat for a while, Song Ya waited until almost everyone in the classroom had left before getting up and heading to the cafeteria. He tentatively decided on a strategy to deal with bullying and became a 'little transparent'. Well... he still had to talk to the over-enthusiastic mathematician later.

Hello, teacher, don’t attract any more hatred to me!

I tried my best to reduce my sense of presence and followed the crowd into the school cafeteria. This is the most disciplined place in the school. The vice principal is guarding the door to supervise the queue. The physical education teacher patrols the venue in shifts. Security guards guard all exits.

Auntie Fan stood ready, and there was a poster of an old black man posted on the four walls, with a line of large characters prominently marked below: 27 years! A belated victory!

Under the old man's 'smiling gaze', Song Ya finished a hamburger with meat, a pile of mashed potatoes, a white sauce mixed with boiled broccoli and carrots and a large glass of carbonated drink, and then avoided

The teacher's gaze 'fluttered' the dinner plate into the recycling bin. The American middle school ended early, so there was not much time for lunch break. He ran to the library without stopping, borrowed a book of Franklin Roosevelt's speeches, and then rushed to the teacher's office.

I politely expressed my wish to keep a low profile to my math teacher.

The math teacher is an elegant black old lady. After Song Ya’s math scores soared, she now sees how pleasing Song Ya is. She said with a smile: "Give me a suggestion, if you can pass my ninth grade basic course exam, I will

How about you transfer to the advanced math class?"

"Advanced class?" Song Ya was stunned.

"Advanced class!"

After the old lady's patient explanation, it turned out that in addition to the basic courses every year, American high schools also offer advanced courses, or honors courses, for elite students who have the ability to spare. The difficulty is greatly increased and more credits are included.

"Okay, I'll do my best!" Song Ya perked up when she heard there were credits. It's just an exam, we're good at it!

I happily said goodbye to my math teacher, but bumped into my music teacher at the door.

This middle-aged Caucasian woman with neat short hair is not easy to talk to, and her cultural classes are not good, but this school is very strong in art and sports, and the orchestra and choir under the music teacher are very good at it.

, her requirements are naturally very demanding, "Alexander, right? Last week, your trumpet made several obvious mistakes during rehearsals!"

Song Ya suddenly withered, something must be given up. Originally, this body's musical and sports talents were very good, especially music, and he was the main trumpet player in the school orchestra. Unfortunately, since Song Ya traveled through time, his math scores have improved, and his music performance has improved.

My senses and body coordination are all gone.

"Next time I..."

Just as he was about to fool him, "There's no next time!" he was stopped by the music teacher sternly, "The public performance is approaching, I can't take the risk. Next time we practice together, don't play the trumpet, and go play the iron!"

"What are you masturbating for?"

"Triangle!"

"Okay..." Song Ya wiped her sweat, "Can you get credits for... playing iron?"

"You won't make another mistake!"

"Okay...ok..."

As long as she kept her credits, this blow was nothing. Song Ya finished her afternoon classes seriously and met up with Tony who was waiting outside at three o'clock on time. The two of them got on Tony's best friend, nicknamed 'The Silencer', outside the school.

Mutt's Toyota 86... model Eagle SUV.

"What's wrong?"

After getting into the back seat, Song Ya realized that the two of them were not in a good mood.

'Muffler' started the car, turned around from the driver's seat, pointed next to Song Ya, and then made a throat-cutting gesture.

On the back seat next to him were some dirty jerseys, protective gear, and two footballs.

"What do you mean? You two were given by the team..." Song Ya understood the meaning of the 'muffler' gesture.

'Muffler' nodded again, and Song Ya noticed the faint tears in his eyes...

Tony and 'Muffler' are both the main players of the school football team. Tony is on the defensive team, while 'Muffler' is the running back on the offensive team. Song Ya even watched them play in a training match last week.

In the United States, regardless of high school or university, football team members can all walk sideways on campus. Quarterbacks or star players are even more influential figures, and they can be replaced at will. If they are kicked out of the team, it will be a very serious blow to the two of them.

, but then again, Tony and 'Muffler' are already in the twelfth grade and are about to graduate. Considering the replacement of old and new...

"If you don't mention this, why do people call you APLUS?"

Before Song Ya could think of words to comfort her, Tony wiped his face with his hand and took the initiative to change the topic.

"Well……"

There was Song Ya's classmate on the rugby team, and Tony probably got the news from there, "It's nothing, I just got an A+ in the last math test, so..."

Before they finished speaking, the faces of the two people in the front row who had been grimacing a moment ago suddenly became distorted. The 'Muffler', who was named for his extreme silence and introversion, turned around and yelled: "A+?! you?!"

"What...what's wrong?" Song Ya slightly felt guilty.

"Hahaha!" the two burst into laughter.

"There's nothing funny about this, right?"

"That's funny, APLUS, hahaha..." Tony burst into laughter, "That's very funny."

In any case, this episode diluted the gloom just now, and the three of them laughed and had a good time. The 'muffler' turned on the radio in the car, and Tony and he began to twist their bodies to the black rap music coming from it.
Chapter completed!