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

In the evening, there was a harmonious scene in the classroom. This is the state after the exam.

After 06:30, the reading class has come, and most people are chatting, holding books in their hands in the corridor, or in the classroom seats, talking freely.

"Look at this one."

Jiang Chen said, took out a notebook, turned to the latest page, and handed it to the two sons behind him.

"Ge Ge not Ge Yi?"

The tortoise read.

"Is it possible? I accidentally heard it at home. It's not bad. Let's sing this song in the next few days."

"Row."

So, next, a sad melody sounded from a corner of the classroom.

"Can I be with you, there are too many memories between us."

There is also a turtle version.

"Ge Buge, with you, we have so many memories."

No technique, all emotion!

At [-]:[-], a figure walked into the classroom, and the sound of reading suddenly sounded.

Lao Hua walked up to the podium and waved his hands. The whole classroom fell silent, and the students who had been watching the scenery and chatting in the corridor hurried back to their seats.

Lao Hua scanned the classroom and opened his mouth after finding that no one was absent.

"The monthly exam is over, and we don't know how we did, but we can't relax. We will send out the answers later. Tonight's self-study has to be corrected. In addition, there is an estimation table. Everyone, please estimate your points carefully. Correction."

After speaking, he walked out of the classroom.

Judging from this posture, they should go to correct the test papers. Usually, they will not come to inspect the evening self-study tonight.

There will be no third class anymore, at least for two years, Jiang Chen hasn't seen Lao Hua come to the evening self-study after the big exam every time.

So, tonight, Jiang Chen is safe.

After a while, Xiao Huihui walked into the classroom holding the answers of each subject and asked the representatives of each subject to distribute them.

Then, the classroom fell into silence.

Correction begins!

Some students did not stagnate at all, picked up the red pen and began to face their fears.

However, there are also some students who do other things, such as doing exercise sets, not touching the monthly exam papers and answers, so that in their own fantasy, everything is unknown and recoverable.

Jiang Chen didn't drag his feet in the slightest, he picked up the red pen neatly and began to draw outlines, not because he was so confident, but because his mentality had already been calmed down.

As expected, there are so many scores. If the score is so high, it will be a surprise, God opened his eyes.

After finishing, Jiang Chen sorted out the test papers, and let out a long breath.

Sure enough, the language was estimated at [-], and the composition was estimated a little bit more.

Well, 50 points is not too much, Jiang Chen suddenly discovered a very interesting phenomenon, 50 points for composition and 180 points for boys have similar essence.

Those who say their height is 180 are not necessarily 180, they may also be 178, 179. In other words, those with a score of 50 are similar, and they are all barely.

English, hey, 70 is not bad, after all, it is not Mandarin, so why study hard?
I hope to be 100 in mathematics, please God open my eyes.

Reasoning, hey, around 120, I guess I will be criticized again.

In just a few tens of seconds, Jiang Chen's thoughts had already changed several times.

Putting down the red pen, Jiang Chen turned his head.

No need for Jiang Chen to say anything, the turtle has already answered.

"Hey, it's almost the same as before."

"Me too."

The program can be supplemented.

"An Yimo, what about you?"

Seeing that An Yimo seemed to have stopped writing, Jiang Chen seemed to have stopped writing. Looking at the entire third class, there were very few people who could match his error correction speed, but he didn't expect that An Yimo was so fast.

"It's about the same as before."

An Yimo replied.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen nodded thoughtfully, almost the same as before, the same answer as the three of them.

Soon after, the last evening self-study.

Jiang Chen, who had nothing to do, decided to sort out his novels.

He flipped through the drawer, took out a book and placed it on the table.

The first book, "There's a Small Shop by the Cloud", was attracted by the beautiful cover of the book when he was visiting the bookstore about two months ago, and he spent a few hours reading it, but he hasn't read it yet.

To sum up, hey, it's hard to understand.

The second book, "Norwegian Forest", was shared by each student in the Chinese class for about 5 minutes in the second year of high school, and this book was shared by a classmate.

What impressed Jiang Chen and the others the most was that the classmate said that the book was a bit yellow when introducing it.

At that time, the boys in the class were all excited, so, not long after, Jiang Chen bought this book and spent an afternoon reading it.

After finishing it, I wrote a book review.

"After reading it, I feel a heartache. I don't know how to express it. Maybe it's Naoko's suicide. Maybe it's the love like the white moonlight, which is out of reach."

Well, well, not a single word of color.

Jiang Chen felt that what the plump boy who introduced the book "Norwegian Forest" made sense.

"When you read it a second time, a third time, or even many times, you will not only pay attention to those passionate descriptions, but will be able to see some deeper connotations."

Regarding this, the three of Jiang Chen deeply agreed and commented.

"Well, we all studied Chunqiu."

The third "The Kite Runner", after being handed over by Lao Hua, Jiang Chen bought another one. After reading the ending, Jiang Chen didn't know whether the ending really saved him.

After all, the little boy tried to commit suicide, and later became a little more indifferent. The last scene of chasing a kite might be a good ending, Jiang Chen thought.

After taking out these three novels, there are some magazine books, and the two youth digests that have been read many times are cauliflower.

There are also two youthful essays, which makes Jiang Chen somewhat unbelievable that the youthful essays are still brand new, just like his biology textbooks.

He remembered that when he was in junior high school, he liked to read youth novels, most of which were youth stories in high school, which made Jiang Chen at that time full of longing for high school.

However, it seems that this is not the case in high school. There are only endless homework and endless exams.

"Jiang Chen, what kind of books are these?"

At this time, the short-haired beautiful girl next to her spoke, and her beautiful eyes swirled in the novel on Jiang Chen's desktop.

"novel."

"Does it look good?"

"Of course, borrow you?"

Jiang Chen said, but he felt a little regretful after he finished speaking, he didn't want Lao Hua to scold him for spoiling An Yimo and affect her study.

To Jiang Chen's relief, An Yimo hesitated and refused.

"No."

"Ah."

Jiang Chen nodded.