Release

Yan Zisheng's week passed very quickly. For the first time, he felt that it was a very happy thing to fully devote himself to learning. This was a completely different experience for him. There were still more than ten days before the first model. The knowledge that he had ignored at first began to delve more into the topics that he didn't want to do and gave up every time. The weekly English test was on Tuesday, mathematics on Wednesday, and Chinese on Thursday. He didn't expect to make much progress, but for the first time he felt extremely at ease.

To be honest, his foundation is not good. Although he has a smart mind, he has always been unwilling to spend more time on doing anything. He just thinks that "passing" is fine. Chinese and mathematics have always been stable, so a little partial English Keeping him in the fifteenth place can neither be considered good nor bad, it is Young Master Yan's "passable, just right".

But he knew in his heart that it was no problem to mix 211 with this score, but there was no way to go one step higher.

There are two key points in the eighth Chinese subject, and five key points in science. People in ordinary classes are not vegetarians. The school grades are counted as the entire grade. 1/6 of the C9 admission rate every year is also counted in the liberal arts class. It's more intense, he doesn't want to go to the competition, but the others are not. How about the monsters of the Eighth Middle School? I like it, I really like it. It is obviously better than the dead book. Self-enrollment is like going back to your own home. It comes back with a deduction and extra points. Therefore, Yan Zisheng has many competitors and is very powerful. He If you want to be admitted to Zeda's food, you must at least be the top seven in the class, preferably the top five.

Fortunately, everything is not too late, and he did not catch up from the last place. Sitting next to him is Fan Zhengyang, who is easy to talk and is willing to discuss with him. The No.[-] Middle School is going to have a holiday again.

"Fan Zhengyang, tell me, I've only been here for a week, why don't I have a holiday?" Yan Zisheng's draft book was an excess of useless test papers left over from the offices of various subjects. Most people here use this kind of draft paper, not to save money, but to save trouble and convenience.He drew the force analysis on the draft paper, while curling his lips in dissatisfaction and complaining to Fan Zhengyang.

"Brother, you are going home. I didn't. I really want to go home." Fan Zhengyang was cutting out the wrong question in his hand, and when he heard this, he felt bitter and bitter.

Yan Zisheng didn't say anything else, and walked to the gate by himself when school was over. The driver was already waiting at the gate.

This is the difference between his family and his aunt's.

From a young age, the two families picked him up in turn, depending on where he wanted to go, his uncle, aunt, Gu Lanqing, and Ma Haorong would always come to pick him up at the door of his class, unless it was the door where he arrived first.But his father never came to pick him up, and when his grandfather picked him up, he only waited at the door. Later, when the old man got older, he asked the driver to pick him up, and of course he waited at the door.

Yan Zisheng thought that he was not a small-hearted person, but he felt very uncomfortable.

Yan Zisheng got into the car and called his uncle, then fell asleep with his head tilted.

After returning home, he sent a chat with his grandparents and went upstairs to the study to do his homework, eat quietly, and then stayed in the study and couldn't come out. His grandma felt distressed when he saw him like this, and began to babble: "I'm already in my third year of high school. You said that his mother didn't see anyone, and you are also a high school teacher, and you don't pay attention to your son's college entrance examination, so you really are careless."

It happened that Yan Zisheng, who was downstairs, heard it.

"What about my dad?"

Yan Zi choked back, forgetting what he was doing downstairs, so he had to go upstairs again.

Going upstairs, depressed, he was lying on the table and was about to play with his mobile phone, and saw Fang Lai asking him to talk about Shu Xiuqi in WeChat.

Now Yan Zi was so angry that he didn't even bother typing.When I clicked on the voice, I scolded my head and face: "I said, are you a bitch? It's not like you don't know about the two of us. I told him that I have nothing to say to him. Why do you ask him over and over for him? You... Mom is in a hurry to pick up girls, don't say anything to me old classmate, tell me, do you still keep in touch with the ex-girlfriend who dumped you?"

Fang Lai was typing and displayed for a long time, then stopped, and finally sent a sentence. "It was he who came to me over and over again and said that he had always liked you because he had a misunderstanding at the beginning. I thought you were kind of like that before, so I just wanted you two to talk about it."

Yan Zisheng is deflated now, and he still has to blame his previous self.Had to type.

"There's nothing to say. If he likes me, he doesn't have to talk to me in Japan for several times before coming back to me now. I'm not that cheap."

"You stay in school on your own next week and he said he would come to see you." Fang Lai once again mentioned this matter that Yan Zisheng was about to forget.

"It's up to him." After typing this sentence, Yan Zisheng threw the phone aside and began to correct mistakes.

In the next semester of the third year of high school, he came to save the relationship and made things difficult for him, and said he liked him, bah.

The author has something to say:

Not good at writing about ex-boyfriends.