Insufficient balance

  Lin Dong didn't actually sign up for this year's senior three graduation party. When Jiang Ling, the class art committee member, came to ask him to go on stage and show off his skills, Lin Dong chose to decline quietly. Now that he wants his little aunt to come to school and see his performance, he plans to make a move, starting with Jiang Ling. After rejecting her last time, Jiang Ling will probably give him the cold shoulder this time around.

  Ke Lin is a great official, he is not a timid person who knows difficulty and retreats, he has the spirit of a revolutionary and a fighter.

  Lin Dong was in the third year of high school at Pingjin City No. 3 Middle School, class 2 of liberal arts. In liberal arts classes, there are usually more girls than boys, and class 2 is no exception. Out of the 45 people in the class, 30 are girls and 15 are boys, a seriously disproportionate ratio. Among these 30 girls, there are those who follow the mainstream route, non-mainstream route, barbaric route, gentle route, and cold route. Although there are few boys in class 2, they have never been ridiculed by the science students because class 2 has basketball and football experts.

  Because it's already the third year of high school and there's only a little more than a month left before the college entrance exam, the study atmosphere in class is very dense and oppressive. When Lin Dong walked into class, he sadly discovered that he was the last to arrive.

  Lin Dong sat down in his own seat, and his deskmate, nicknamed Malatuo, immediately said to him: "Help me take a look at this math problem, damn it, I thought about it all night last night but couldn't solve it."

  Maradona's real name is Zhang Yuan, who likes to play football in his daily life. He is about the same height as Maradona and claims to be the king of football. However, this person's ball skills are actually quite good, serving as the striker for his class, and can run 100 meters in 11 seconds.

  Lin raised an eyebrow, glanced at Maradona, and found this math problem not difficult for him. He asked, "Maradona, you came so early just to wait for me to solve this math problem?"

  Maradona's math scores were never above 70 points, with his best score being 79 points.

  "Don't be smug, I know you can do this question." Maradona knew Lin Dong inside out. "Don't drag your feet, hurry up and do it for me, or that old witch will make me wear small shoes again."

  The old witch is a math teacher, about 40 years old, looks very much like the national and people's representative, Maradona often uses her to make fun of.

  "Why don't you go find Ma Wei, the math whiz, to solve this problem?" Lin Dong said slowly, and surprisingly pulled out Conan's comic book from his drawer.

  "Grass, Ma Wei? He's not even giving people explanations now. In the past, it was possible, but now everyone is busy with the college entrance exams. Who has time to reason with you? Who doesn't want to make a name for themselves during the exams? He's hiding and avoiding." Maradona looked at Ma Wei with disdain, thinking he was petty-minded.

  "Don't gossip about others behind their backs." Lin Dong, the high-ranking official, had a good character. He took out his pencil and solved the math problem with ease, and the answer became clear to Maradona's eyes.

  "It's that simple, I spent an entire evening thinking about it and couldn't figure it out, but he solved it in less than two minutes." Maradona joked, "I think Ma Wei is a small potato compared to him."

  Lin Dong was neither arrogant nor proud, quietly watching Conan manga.

  The first class was Chinese, and the Chinese teacher was a woman, about 25 years old, with a plain face, a good-looking face, gentle to people, and deeply loved by students, especially boys. This teacher's facial features were delicate, her skin was fair, and she had long black hair tied behind her back, her eyes shone brightly, and every time she taught, it would excite the students. Her Chinese grades were also soaring high, and last year she directly became the first in grade. Her name is Chen Ran, and it's said that she's single, which was spread among teachers and students in school.

  Lin Dong's classmate has been influenced by classical literature and beautiful women since childhood, but in order not to be despised by other classmates, he listened carefully to the lesson.

  In the last three minutes before class ended, Chen Dye called out to commend students who got high scores in the composition of the previous mock exam. Lin Dong was among them and had the highest score, a perfect score.

  When Lin Dong went up to receive his own Chinese language test paper, Chen Ran said: "Everyone applauds and welcomes."

  The classroom immediately erupted in warm applause.

  For Lin Dong's high score this time, the top scorers in Chinese language and literature, Jiang Wei and Jiang Ling, showed a hint of discontent. Looking at Lin Dong's gaze, it was full of playful meaning, worth pondering.

  The second and third lessons were math classes. Old witch Zheng specifically mentioned Maradona's name because he had the lowest score in math this time.

  Lin Dong said, "I'll treat you to a drink."

  Maradona said, "I've been waiting for you with this sentence." The helplessness and dissatisfaction on his face just now were pretended. Although the old witch said in front of so many people that he was the last one in the class, he didn't care and got used to it.

  Lin Dong immediately took back what he just said: "I have no money."

  Maradona was so angry that he almost kicked him down: "Don't come here to be ambiguous, if you want to talk, count your words and retreat by the weekend."

  Lin was heartbroken and definitely had to pay 100 yuan, saying: "This is an exception."

  The last class was a free activity class, Lin Dong glanced at Jiang Ling's seat, strange, wasn't she just here? This girl probably went to the playground to watch people play basketball.

  Lin Dong walked out of the classroom and came to the basketball court. As expected, he saw Jiang Ling watching others play basketball.

  Jiang Ling belongs to the small family of Biyu, can sing and dance, her figure in Lin Dong's eyes can score 75 points, mainly because this girl's chest pulled down a lot of points, whether from long legs or face, it's not bad, but the chest is not good. Everything has developed, but the chest looks small and weak, didn't keep up with the pace, so I gave her 75 points.

  Jiang Ling has a strong artistic temperament, similar to Liu Ruoying's style. Today she wore a white T-shirt with a panda pattern, paired with a short skirt, revealing two slender and fair long legs, canvas shoes.

  Girls like that are actually the favorites of many boys, but Lin Dong likes another one. That enchanting girl is one of the class flowers, but her aura is too strong. Lin Dong hasn't learned to make a shocking move, so he can't make that girl surrender.

  Lin's face revealed an unpleasant smile as he slowly approached Jiang Ling, his nose picking up a faint scent of perfume. He was in high spirits and said, "I want to tell you something."

  Jiang Ling showed a master's demeanor towards his arrival, neither happy nor sad, calm and composed: "Speak." This guy rarely talks to himself with such a bright smile on his face today, definitely not a good sign. Plus, he was praised by Chen Ran in language class, Jiang Ling felt that her mood wasn't very good.

  Lin Dong also showed a masterful demeanor, calm and composed; "I think tonight's graduation party rehearsal, you're the class art committee member, can't you help me with this small matter?"

  Jiang Ling listened to Lin Dong's words, and hummed in her heart. At first, you didn't want to go to rehearsal, now you come to find me, what have I become? She thought so, but her tone was still calm: "I'm just a literary worker, I've already handed over the list, if you want to perform on stage, go find the grade leader, she's in charge of this graduation party rehearsal."