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"The most important thing in writing an essay is reviewing the questions. You must first see what the question is talking about, and extract the keywords before you can..."

Su Guangcen rested his chin and looked out the window.

The classroom of Class 2, Grade [-] of Lingnan High School happens to be on the third floor of this teaching building, which is not considered high, but since it is not blocked by external objects, it can still glimpse some scenery.

The teenagers on the playground gathered in twos and threes, chasing a black and white ball, sweating.

Their skills are still immature, but the summer sun is just right, accompanied by the chattering and laughing of little girls in the distance, it is always very interesting.

At least it's more interesting than this Chinese class, Su Guangcen thought.

The teacher on the podium was talking vigorously, ignoring the group of students who were making small movements. There were always a few good children listening to her lecture with bright eyes.

This is the responsibility of being a teacher. The teacher with a red face is full of passion.

"The theories I told you today will definitely take a while to go back and digest. In order to have an intuitive demonstration, I invite a classmate in our class to read the composition she wrote in this monthly exam." Teacher Jiang smiled Looking towards the center of the classroom, "Lu Yuran, come on, come up and read aloud."

The girl with long straight hair hanging behind stood up, and shyly fiddled with her sideburns around her ears. The hair loop broke suddenly in the morning, and she had no time to find a replacement, so she had to let her hair hang down like this.

She wasn't very used to this look, but the students around her had already applauded as expected.

In the second year of high school, the classes were reassigned according to the grades of the students. Although there were not many acquaintances, after a month, the students in the class had almost learned the level of the people around them.

Lu Yuran was already well-known in her grades in her first year of high school. Apart from her good looks, it was more because of her ranking in the top after each exam.

When they came to this key high school in the city, everyone was more or less competitive, and the most competitive thing was their grades.

This girl's biggest bright spot in the eyes of her classmates is also because of this, her subjects are well balanced, and everything is good.Her name was also printed on the excellent essays circulated to each class after several exams.

Su Guangcen was also attracted, she turned to look at the girl standing by the podium.

The black hair behind her became a little mischievous, and a few strands ran to her shoulders and neck in disobedience.

Lu Yuran didn't notice that she was seriously reading the composition she just wrote not long ago.It was a bit ashamed to be called to read her own things in front of everyone, so she could only focus on the manuscript in her hand.

Su Guangcen was fascinated by staring at her drooping black hair. The girl's voice was neither soft nor heavy, with a fresh and soft beauty unique to this age group.The wording of the sentence is not deliberately piled up with gorgeous words, which is rare for high school students nowadays.

Smooth logic, ingenious arrangements and appropriate quotations are the consistent advantages of her compositions.

The 5-word composition is not considered long, and it can be read in four to five minutes.

Lu Yuran returned the manuscript, pursed her lips with a small smile, and returned to her seat.

"Lu Yuran's composition this time is the highest score in the whole grade. I want you to listen to it. I want you to see how to write a composition well. You can see that her composition is the same as what I just said in many aspects. ..."

Teacher Jiang is well versed in the trick of "exercising the subject to play". Taking advantage of the last 5 minutes of the class, he repeated the steps he just proposed, and then stepped on the bell to announce the end of the get out of class.

The classroom quickly returned to the normal noise between classes, and the homework for the first year of high school was not too heavy.Although the students in the experimental class are all top students in the eyes of ordinary people, they still have the vigor of young people.

Only Su Guangcen was still sitting quietly in his seat, his eyes seemed to be glued to that head of black hair.

The black-haired owner seemed to be joking with his deskmate, and he turned slightly sideways, revealing half of his face.

Attracted to the fair cheeks, delicate nose, and slightly curved eyes, Su Guangcen smiled slightly.

The life of a sophomore in high school is going through without any haste. With the National Day holiday coming up, Linggao's annual campus sports meeting is about to begin.

In the class meeting on Monday night, the class teacher announced the news and simply assigned the tasks. During the lunch break the next day, the sports committee pulled up a form and called everyone to sign up.

Regarding the sports meeting, the students are happy to see the results, but they are not very active when it comes to participating in it in person.The class committee shouted on the stage for a long time before a few people volunteered to apply for the project.

Zhang Zhihua, who is the sports committee, is more or less used to this kind of scene, holding the registration form and looking for it alone.In order to ensure the participation rate of the school sports meeting, Ling Gao has stipulated that, except for students with disabilities, everyone must register for two events.

Lu Yuran also has some headaches about this. Her physical education is not as good as other grades. Although she is not considered to be inactive, her performance in various sports is very small, and she is not good at it.However, due to the regulations, she reluctantly chose two projects to submit.

Huh——Looking at the gradually "full" names on the registration form, Zhang Zhihua also heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the next target, and couldn't help but smile.

"Su Guangcen," he clasped his hands together, "please!"

"Pfft..." Seeing his appearance, Su Guangcen also knew his difficulties, and responded readily, "Okay, just report to me if there is anything that is not yet filled."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihua of course smiled, "Thank you very much, I will treat you to a drink next time."

Su Guangcen waved his hand and said he didn't mind, but he couldn't help but glanced at the registration form from the corner of his eye, and scanned it intentionally or unintentionally.

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The temperature in Haicheng in early October was still tenaciously above [-] degrees. On the day of the school sports meeting, the sun was even brighter, and it was not an exaggeration to wear a short-sleeved suit.

The leadership speeches and class performances at the opening ceremony were the same as in previous years.

Lu Yuran listened to the announcement on the radio, pinned the number plate in front of her body with a small pin, and came to the track and field to prepare for activities.The last event she chose to sign up for was the 400m and long jump, while the women's 3000m final was going on on the runway in front of her.

Seeing the players with heavy footsteps and heavy breathing but still kept moving, the onlookers actually felt a little admiration in their hearts.

Coolie events like the 3000 long-distance race have always been shunned by people. Those who sign up either deliberately want to challenge themselves, or are forced to make up the number by the sports committee.However, after running nearly ten laps around the playground, those who can persist until the last few laps have more or less stubbornness.

Due to the special nature of the project, many people in each class stood in a row by the side of the track, waving their hands to cheer for their classmates.

Lu Yuran heard several boys in the same class excitedly clenched their fists and shouted forward.

"Su Guangcen, come on!"

"Come on! Brother Su! The number one is ours!"

Just as she was about to look for it, she saw a figure running past her eyes.

The bundled black hair is still flying behind the head, the sound of hunting wind seems to surround me, and the remaining faint fragrance...

Su Guangcen...

"Brother Su is about to lead the second half lap!"

"Must! She is invincible in sports."

"Ahhh! We're about to cross the line!"

Sure enough, that clear flying figure galloped past the finish line with that unstoppable appearance.

A group of boys headed by Zhang Zhihua immediately ran over, handing over water bottles respectfully and laughingly like younger brothers.

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