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April 29th, sunny weather, inside Beihai No. 1 High School.

Today is the last day of classes before the May Day holiday. The students in the first and second year of high school can no longer contain the power within them. Each one is listening to the teacher's lecture absentmindedly, not even knowing what the teacher is talking about.

The weather now is like their inner, fervent anticipation for the holiday, gradually heating up.

But for the third-year high school students, this is the last holiday before the college entrance exam. In the next month, what awaits them will be the most arduous days of their eighteen years of life.

Although it is hard, what they gain is also the most important wealth in their life. They at this age do not know how important the college entrance examination is to them, but their parents and teachers know.

So, a child who is about to take the college entrance exam embodies the hopes and efforts of many people.

Fang Yuan walked into the campus bathed in the bright sunshine. The air here seemed to be fresher than outside, with a special scent mixed in. Fang Yuan knew this was the fragrance of books, the taste of knowledge.

There were always students who arrived at the classroom earlier than Fang Yuan. As soon as he entered the classroom, he could hear them reciting.

"In the Northern Ocean there is a fish, its name is Kun. The Kun is so large, I don't know how many thousands of miles it measures; when it transforms into a bird, its name is Peng. The Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it measures." This was a student reciting "逍遥游 (Xiaoyao You)", one of the most difficult ancient prose pieces to memorize in high school.

"cos30° equals root three over two, sin30° equals one half." This was a student reciting mathematical formulas.

"hold out persevere, hope; hold out persevere, hope..." There was also a student reciting English phrases.

Every student had their own areas to strengthen. Fang Yuan sat down at his seat and flipped out a small notebook from among the many books on his desk. This was his collection of incorrectly answered questions. In this great morning time, he wanted to summarize and review his previous shortcomings.

Such a scene happened every day during this year. Fang Yuan was already used to this kind of life.

Different from the lifestyle in college, in high school, we could always arrive at the classroom before 6 a.m., see the beautiful sunshine every morning, breathe the freshest air of the day, and see the person we wanted to see every day.

This is the most unforgettable thing about student days. There are always people or things in school that can attract you.

The first thing Fang Yuan did every day when he came to school was to walk to that familiar seat in front of him and place the drinks and food he had bought for her. This was a habit formed over three years. Although Fang Yuan was unwilling at first, as time went on, Fang Yuan enjoyed it and even turned it into a habit. Perhaps this is the power of time.

The morning time passed exceptionally quickly. Before he knew it, the morning self-study session had officially begun.

This was also the truly meaningful morning self-study session in the three years of high school. The teachers of each subject no longer occupied their self-study time. At this time, the efficiency of their own study was higher than the efficiency of the teachers' lectures.

The role of the teacher at this stage was to "resolve doubts". Nearly three years of "teaching" had given the students their own understanding and cognition. The high school students at this stage had formed their own knowledge system.

Recently, Fang Yuan had become a "hot commodity" in the eyes of the teachers of various subjects. Of course, Fang Yuan was also the one with the most questions. Some questions even required the teachers to think for a long time before they could give Fang Yuan an answer.

Fang Yuan's subjects had gradually approached a bottleneck at this stage. He slowed himself down and began to increase his depth and breadth, no longer blindly demanding himself to move forward. He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that would allow him to break through the bottleneck in front of him.

But before the opportunity came, he needed to make his foundation more solid. To use a sentence from "Lao Tzu":

"A platform of nine stories begins with accumulated earth; a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." This is the most appropriate description of Fang Yuan's current stage.

During this period, Fang Yuan no longer cared about how much his experience had grown. What he cared about was how much knowledge in the high school stage he had not yet acquired.

Now Fang Yuan was like a child addicted to a card game. He regarded the knowledge of high school as cards. His ultimate goal was to collect all the cards and build the best deck, so that he could be invincible.

He didn't know whether this state was good or bad for him, but he knew that the day when he shed his affectations would be the day of his success.

The upcoming college entrance examination was an opportunity for Fang Yuan, an opportunity for him to shed his affectations and be reborn.

"Hey, Fang Yuan, my little cutie, the food you brought me today is great. They are all what I like to eat!" Xiang Lingling, who had just entered the classroom, picked up the food that Fang Yuan had placed on her desk, sat in front of Fang Yuan, propped her chin, and looked at him with a smile.

"With our relationship, don't I know what you like to eat?"

Fang Yuan was a little embarrassed by Xiang Lingling's enthusiastic gaze.

"Hehe, Fang Yuan, my little cutie, your outstanding performance in this exam makes me very gratified. My unpromising little ghost has finally grown up." Xiang Lingling leaned forward, put her face close to Fang Yuan's, with a gratified expression.

"Hey, hey! Can we pay attention to the impact, big sister? I'm still single now. How am I going to find a girlfriend if you do this?" Seeing the girl close in front of him, Fang Yuan frowned, feeling the fragrance of the girl drilling into his nostrils. Fang Yuan took a deep breath and said helplessly.

"Oh, my little cutie is going to grow up. He knows to pay attention to the impact. It really makes me sad. It's only been a few days since I left me, and he's so estranged?" Saying that, Xiang Lingling made a heartbroken look, hugged her head with her arms, and lay on the table.

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"Okay, okay, I'm really afraid of you. I'll treat you to something delicious at noon today, just to celebrate for me!" Fang Yuan quickly begged for mercy when he saw Xiang Lingling like this.

"Okay, okay, I want to eat at that newly opened one at the school gate. I heard that the rice balls and sushi they make are super delicious," Xiang Lingling said happily, gesticulating with her hands.

"By the way, don't forget to bring your cousin. Otherwise, he will say that I'm not good enough!" Fang Yuan added.

"What do you want him for? He can eat so much, and he's not as good-looking as my little cutie. It will affect my appetite to call him!" Xiang Lingling pouted, looking unhappy.

She didn't know if the idiot in front of her really didn't know or was pretending to be stupid. He had dodged her countless hints to him in this way for three years. Xiang Lingling was a little angry. Why was she blind and could actually fall in love with such a dull boy.

Three years had filled Xiang Lingling's heart with helplessness. Although she had become the best of friends with him in these three years, the other party just pretended to be ignorant, which made Xiang Lingling annoyed and helpless at the same time.

"I can't confess first, can I? I'm a girl! You idiot, I'll give you some more time. If you don't..."

Thinking of this, Xiang Lingling's mood suddenly became bad. She put on a straight face, snorted coldly at Fang Yuan, turned around and went back to her seat, hugging her arms, not knowing what she was angry about.

Fang Yuan looked at the girl's rich face in front of him, and sighed in his heart, as expected, "a woman's heart is a needle at the bottom of the sea". Never try to guess what a woman is thinking, because the next moment they will let you know what despair is.

Fang Yuan shook his head, smiled helplessly, and then stopped thinking about these things, lowered his head and continued to immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.

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