After a simple rebirth

The school bus seemed to arrive at about the same time as yesterday.

When I arrived at the class, there was no teacher. Chen Weisi was leading us to read the classical Chinese text "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital".

Fu Ying sat down and started reading along. It was good to have a cup of water, so I could drink immediately when I was thirsty.

The Chinese language class is a series of lectures on classical Chinese. I have passed the intermediate tour guide certificate, the teaching qualification test, and the college Chinese language test, so the foundation is always there. It is not difficult to keep up with the progress, just spend more time memorizing.

The second class was chemistry. To be honest, although her chemistry grades were also very poor, Fu Ying had already forgotten who her chemistry teacher was and what he looked like.

I looked at the textbook during the break, and the second half was very new. Either Fu Ying didn't listen to the class at all, or the teacher hadn't finished the class yet and hadn't started reviewing. Thinking about the scene of the chemistry class in junior high school, it might be both...

The person who came in was a young male teacher, who should have just graduated. Fu Ying really had no impression of him.

Chemistry was only offered in the third year of junior high school. At the beginning, it seemed that the teacher was not the same person. I remember that Fu Ying was a handsome male teacher, a bit like the male protagonist in "The Sky of Eighteen Years Old", with the same hairstyle. Because of her good looks, many girls in the class were very active in learning, and Fu Ying was also very active. Specifically, she would reply to the teacher's words, like a supporting actor.

Fu Ying felt that she was quite annoying at that time. She didn't know how to respond to others' questions. Later, he resigned, and one or two teachers were replaced, and no one learned from him anymore.

The chemistry teacher taught the same class as the history teacher. There was no interaction. He just started to talk directly from the textbook. Fu Ying looked at the book and found that it was still a new lesson. It was not that he was just reading from the textbook, but it was not very interesting. According to the knowledge points of each lesson, it would take three classes to finish the book.

I can only rely on myself to review. Looking at it as if I had just started learning a subject, Fu Ying felt that her score of 49 in the high school entrance examination was still high, and it was mostly due to luck.

Nothing happened, and it was twelve o'clock again.

After eating, Fu Ying washed her lunch box and went back to her seat. She took advantage of the fact that she had just finished learning chemistry to memorize the periodic table. In her previous life, she didn't even memorize the periodic table...

Maomao was shocked by her hard work. Fu Ying had suddenly become very hardworking these past two days. She was either reading or reciting during breaks. She didn't even read novels. This was unlike her! Maomao was embarrassed to disturb her, so she took out her math book and did homework.

There was no copying of questions on the blackboard at noon. The one on duty was the top student Ou. She sat on the podium gently, quietly reminded everyone to take a lunch break, and then started studying herself.

Fu Ying checked the time. It was 12:40. She stood up and shouted, "It's lunch break time. Everyone go back to your seats and lie down. Don't talk. Don't disturb others."

I don't plan to do more. In the past, I didn't sleep to maintain order in the class, and I patrolled like a robot. Now, do whatever you want. I also need to rest. The high school entrance examination is coming soon. Don't make trouble and everyone will be in peace.

Lie down, recite "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital", and go to sleep.

I slept a little longer today, and when I woke up it was almost time for class.

It was Black-Faced Qiu's Chinese class again. She brought in another stack of test papers. It seemed like there were more than one, and they were very thick. She asked the class representative to distribute them, two per person.

Fu Ying took a look and found it was a collection of ancient poems for junior high school students. That was fine, she could just memorize it directly.

"Here are all the ancient poems you've read in junior high school. You must memorize them all and write them down from memory. The ones marked with an asterisk must be memorized. We'll randomly check them next week."

"Ah, so many" or a group of wailing sounds.

"You must memorize it when you go back. It may be useful for the exam next week, so you must review it carefully."

"Teacher, that means we don't have classes next Tuesday and Wednesday, right?"

"Yes, our school's teachers will go to No. 2 Middle School to supervise the exam, and you will also have to take the exam for two days."

The students didn’t know whether they should be happy about not having classes or sad about the exams.