The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

The evening breeze was blowing, and the night was slowly falling. In the far horizon, as if hearing the words of love from his sweetheart, his face blushed suddenly, and there was some purple in it, but some students said it was pink.

"What a beautiful sunset!"

After class, some classmate yelled, and many people gathered in the corridor.

His eyes stared blankly at the sunset glow in the sky.

Meeting the sunset in the sky is like meeting someone you like, very shy and blushing.

The mountains in the distance are the background, rendering everyone's youth.

"Damn it, purple sunset."

Turtle exclaimed.

"It's definitely pink."

At this time, a familiar voice came from behind him.

It's cauliflower.

"Uh, is it?"

The tortoise scratched its head in embarrassment, then smirked a few times, and unexpectedly did not quarrel with the cauliflower.

Then, like all the students in the corridor, I looked at the sunset that appeared in my student days. No one took a picture of it with a mobile phone, so I could only remember it in my heart and keep it in my future memories.

In the classroom, cheers were heard in the corridor.

An Yimo turned her head, caught a glimpse of a blush, and then put down the small notebook in her hand.

Walking out of the corridor, standing among the noisy crowd, looking up at the distant sunset glowingly.

But not far away from her, a curly-haired boy was looking at her, turning a blind eye to the sunset that was blooming to its fullest.

The sunset is beautiful, but not the most beautiful. Jiang Chen has seen sunsets and sunsets many times, but this time it impressed him the most, because this time, there was a girl with two dimples when she smiled.

During the evening self-study, the whole classroom fell into silence, and the fan on the ceiling turned and turned.

Sometimes Jiang Chen would stare at it, thinking what to do if it fell down, that scene is really unimaginable.

For the three self-study classes in the evening self-study, Jiang Chen usually does three things,

First, read fiction magazines.

The second is to chat with the same table, chat about novels, games, dramas, those youthful pasts that you can occasionally sigh, or talk about the beautiful girls in which class,
Third, staring at the blackboard, staring at the textbook, staring at the door of the classroom, staring at the door has some advantages. If Lao Hua comes, he can find out immediately to avoid being caught.

There will always be a day when the novel magazine is finished. For example, now, I read the latest issue of Youth Digest twice, the youth story in it three times, and the last joke five times.

I re-read the previous issues of Youth Digest, borrowed a few Yilin magazines, and even read the stories in the composition materials several times.

Jiang Chen feels that he has read so many books in the past few days, and he is not usually full and happy, but sometimes he feels a bit boring compared to other students in the class. If the school makes a boring ranking list, I believe he can easily win it. Get first.

But not necessarily, after all, there is still a class 25 in the school, in the words of the tortoise, that is,

The students in that class were handsome and well-spoken, all of them were talents.

I believe that if the three of Jiang Chen went to that class, they would be able to get along well with them.

Chat with my deskmate,
When his former deskmate hadn't transferred to another school, half of the time in the self-study class, the two of them were whispering, talking about everything, talking about the past and the present, and talking about everything.

But now, Jiang Chen glanced at the beautiful girl with short hair who was writing the paper, and he felt that although he was a quarter of An Yimo's acquaintance, he didn't think that An Yimo would chat with him in the self-study class.

So, now he is doing the third thing, he is in a daze, oh no, he should be wandering in the void, Jiang Chen likes this rhetoric very much.

"Jiang Chen."

At this time, the tortoise poked his back with his hand.

"what?"

Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the tortoise, this guy finally stopped crying, time really is the cure for everything.

The sadness that that book brought him should have slowly dissipated, but there should still be some stamina.

After all, it took me several weeks to slowly recover.

Hey, it's hard to understand, I really want to send the blade to the author.

"What about Homework Sen?"

Turtle pointed to the densely packed words on the blackboard, which were all homework for each subject, which was due before tonight's self-study class.

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, looked at the blackboard, and then sighed slowly.

Hey, there is no escape after all.

"Who did the sex call look for?" the turtle asked.

He didn't ask about Jiang Chen's homework, there's no need to ask, the result would be the same if he asked,

did not write.

"Cauliflower?"

Jiang Chen said.

"Uh, why don't we ask He Siyue after class?"

The tortoise said with a smile on his face.

"Well, it's not impossible."

After Jiang Chen finished speaking, the two looked at Cheng Kexing with a smile.

Cheng Kexing was playing with his mobile phone, he was slightly startled when he heard He Ziyue's name, and then glared at the two smiling sons.

"Would you like to ask?"

Saying that, Turtle pointed to the one next to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen glanced at An Yimo, and then glared at the turtle.

"Didn't you say that you are a top student? And you are on the same shuttle, which is convenient."

The tortoise said with a hippie smile.

Jiang Chen waved his fist at the turtle, said a few words in a low voice, then turned to look at An Yimo beside him, took a few deep breaths, and after brewing his emotions, he gently poked her arm with a pen.

"An Yimo."

"what?"

An Yimo stopped the pen in her hand, and looked at Jiang Chen.

"Have you written the homework on the blackboard above?"

An Yimo looked up at the writing on the blackboard, then shook her head.

"You didn't do it?"

Jiang Chen asked in surprise.

"Ah."

An Yimo nodded.

"Why don't you do it?"

"Those topics don't help me much."

An Yimo paused and said.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen froze for a moment.

High EQ: Those topics don’t help me much

Low EQ: Those questions are too simple, and this girl doesn't bother to do them.

"Uh, so what are you doing now?"

For some reason, Jiang Chen felt that he was offended.

An Yimo slowly picked up the test paper on the table, Jiang Chen glanced at the cover.

""Five-year college entrance examination, three-year simulation"?"

"Ah."

An Yimo nodded.

"Then you go to class, will you listen?" Jiang Chen finally asked the question in his heart.

An Yimo pondered for a while and said.

"Listen for a while, the content of the class has been learned before, so there are many things that don't need to be listened to."

"Oh."

Jiang Chen nodded, lying on the desk.

Now in the third year of high school, the content of high school has actually been learned, and this year is another round of review, to relearn the content learned before, for those classmates who used to play crazy in the first and second year of high school, such as Jiang Chen and the three helps a lot.

In the words of Lao Hua.

Those of you with middle and lower grades should seize this opportunity and study hard. Even if you didn’t study very well before, keep up with our teacher’s review rhythm in the last year. I believe you will get a good grade in the college entrance examination.

The world is uncertain, you are all dark horses.

Looking at the homework on the blackboard, Jiang Chen thought to himself, it seems that he can only turn to cauliflower for help. As for the turtle, I will finish copying it and then give him my own.

Then what he copied is mine.

One person feeds three people.

This makes sense.