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The two played four more.

In the first round, Jian Ze'an chose a more complicated terrain and environment. Cheng Zichen was really not familiar with it, so he lost without any surprise.

In the second hand, Cheng Zichen chose the terrain, but he also chose something he was not familiar with, so he still lost, but the difference in points was very small, only one head difference.

In the third game, Cheng Zichen and Jian Ze'an chose an environment that they had never played before. The two fumbled at a loss. In the end, they both had a gray screen and were killed by the "prisoner".

The fourth one, Jian Ze'an, didn't believe in evil, and chose the last mode. He lasted longer than before and killed one more "prisoner". Unfortunately, he still couldn't survive in front of the fifth boss. He could only scream at the gray screen .

But Cheng Zichen played steadily, relying on wandering in the background of this battlefield, slowly dealt with the boss, and finally succeeded in grinding the boss to death.

"Come again!" Jian Ze'an was the kind who became more and more courageous as he became frustrated. He was not reconciled, and shouted to fight again, and he must kill the boss with his own hands.

"Don't play for now. I think it's almost time for us."

"What time is it?"

Cheng Zichen laughed and reminded: "Japanese food."

"Oh, yes, we are still waiting for the number." Jian Ze stood up from the machine reluctantly, "Come to play after dinner."

"Okay." Cheng Zichen took off his earphones and stood up, "Come over after dinner."

The two took the elevator downstairs.

Jian Ze'an glanced at the people around him.

"what happened?"

"You are so good." Jian Ze'an sighed, but his tone was a little sad, "Why are you so good at playing games?"

Cheng Zichen said: "Master the rules. After playing for a while, you will get familiar with it."

Jian Ze'an pressed his heart pretending to be sad and angry: "Don't talk to me, it's even more annoying to listen to, let me shut myself up for a while."

The boy's warm hand covered the back of his head, rubbed it, then slid down to the back of his neck, and gently pinched it like pinching a cat:

"Don't be angry. Team play can take you flying, don't you like it?"

The inside of the front door of the elevator is a polished plane, like a mirror.

Jian Ze'an saw the slightly curved lips of the person beside him in the mirror.

And the two people in the mirror looked exceptionally harmonious.The taller boy stretched out his arms and put his hands on the neck of the person next to him, as if he was embracing the person next to him.

Jian Ze'an felt that the back of his neck was faintly hot.

"Obviously I want to fly you here." He somehow didn't dare to look, lowered his eyes to look at his feet, and muttered in his mouth.

"Then you take it." The other party followed suit, "Come back later and wait for me to lie down and win?"

"...You can lie down, but I may not win." Jian Ze'an sighed.

They reached the first floor during the conversation, and the two walked to the Japanese grocery store. The timing was very good, and they happened to arrive when there was only one table left.

After waiting for a few minutes, the two went in and sat down.

Cheng Zichen habitually handed the menu to Jian Ze'an.This is actually a habit from childhood.

At that time, Jian Ze'an was in poor health and had a lot of taboos. He couldn't eat spicy food, spicy food, or too oily food...

Later, after the senior grades in elementary school, it gradually got better, but Cheng Zichen had already developed this habit.

But today the menu was pushed back by Jian Zian:

"Say yes, I'll treat you. You order what you want to eat."

Cheng Zichen didn't refuse, and called the waiter to order.But Jian Ze'an was listening, and gradually felt that something was wrong: "I told you to order what you want, but what you order is still my favorite?"

The person on the opposite side turned to look at him with a smile, his eyebrows were a little handsome in the warm light of the Japanese grocery store.

"Why can only you like to eat? Can't I also like to eat?"

Cheng Zichen continued to order two kinds of sushi, and closed the menu: "Is there anything else you want?"

"You've ordered everything I want, what else do I want." Jian Ze'an shook his head.

Just at this time, another waiter in the aisle next to him walked quickly with a tray. Jian Ze'an caught a glimpse, and his eyes lit up:

"The plum wine of this store seems to be the signature."

Cheng Zichen shook his head: "No way. I have class tomorrow."

Jian Ze'an could only sigh and give up.

The waiter went to place the order, Cheng Zichen picked up the kettle on the table and poured lemonade into the two glasses.

The sleeves of the long-sleeved school uniform of No. [-] Middle School on him were rolled up, revealing his strong and powerful arms. His movements were slow and unhurried, and even the angle of his elbows seemed to be just right, adding a three-point homely charm under the warm lamp.

He raised his glass and made a joking gesture of toasting:

"Celebrate your great progress this time, have a toast?"

Seeing the smile on his face, Jian Ze'an was a little embarrassed.

He was amazed and blessed by his classmates in class 11. He felt that Beier had face, but he was still a little embarrassed. At that time, he sent a message to Cheng Zichen and waited for the other party to praise him.

But now sitting together face to face, the face of the person opposite him who has been posted on the bulletin board outside the school surrounded by tacky but colorful commendation patterns is close in front of him, and he feels ashamed.

"It's nothing to me. It depends on the god of learning to lead me to fly. It's enough if you don't laugh at me..."

The teenager held the cup, but didn't stretch it out.

Cheng Zichen stretched out his arms, and gently knocked the cup in his hand against the cup in the opponent's:

"You've worked very hard during this time, and you're smart, so you can do anything. Otherwise, no matter what I say, you wouldn't be able to improve so fast. From 448 points to 557 points, Ze'an, you are very good."

His tone was gentle and serious, and he drank the water in the glass after speaking.

Jian Ze'an couldn't help but look up at the other party in his voice, and immediately became a little happy because of the sincere and serious expression on the other party's face.

After all, he is not a person who is easy to feel inferior and self-loathing. Hearing this, he puffed up his chest and cheered up:

"The praise of the learning god is different. After listening to it, I feel that I must be very talented to improve so fast. Even if it is coaxing me, I will believe it!"

As he said that, he also "dried up" the water in the glass very proudly, and even pointed the bottom of the glass at Cheng Zichen.

"I didn't coax you."

Cheng Zichen added more water for him.

"This is just the beginning. As long as you persist, I don't think you have an upper limit."

The waiter brought a salad.

While pouring the sauce next to it, Jian Ze'an said, "It's almost done. If I blow it again, I will float. If I really believe that I have no upper limit, maybe I should dream of being in the same class as you in the first class. "

"Why is it impossible?" Cheng Zichen asked back.

Jian Ze'an opened her eyes wide in horror:

"No, Zichen. No matter how confident I am, I don't dare to think about it. Class 60 was divided into classes according to grades last semester, and the lowest score was No. 640. How could there be a... 100 points? I can improve this time." More than 100 points is a low starting point, no matter how hard I try this month, it is impossible to score more than [-] points."

"Next month is the mid-term exam. From next month to the end of the last semester of the third year of senior high school, the 'monthly exam promotion system' will be implemented, and the class will be re-segmented according to the grades to ensure that students can take classes at the appropriate progress according to the grade level at any time. This means The class has to be adjusted every month. It is true that you have no chance of passing the first class in the next month, but it does not mean that you will not be able to do it the next time, and the next time.”

Cheng Zichen said.

This method of class adjustment may cause a vicious circle for students who are psychologically fragile and fail in a test, but it is an opportunity for improvement for students who can withstand the pressure.

No. [-] Middle School is also working hard to balance and adjust to avoid adverse effects on students due to reasons such as class transfers.

But to be honest, most of the key students in the province are the top students from this city or even the surrounding cities - don't look at Jian Ze'an's high school grades, it's because he didn't study hard, in fact, he is smart .Therefore, when most children in junior high school did not have the consciousness to concentrate on studying, he relied on his brain to learn casually, and entered the third middle school by chance.

Not to mention the students in the first classes, who didn't fight to get into the third middle school?They are all top students, with a strong sense of competition in learning, and the monthly exam promotion system has a good motivating and stimulating effect on them.

So this system has been in place for a few years, and with some small temporary adjustments for humanity, the overall advantages outweigh the disadvantages, and it is still being implemented.

Cheng Zichen tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice:

"I think you can be promoted to class one before the third year of high school."

Jian Ze'an's expression was dull:

"Zichen...can I ask where your inexplicable confidence in me comes from? I dare not even dream about it—"

"A month ago, I told you that next month your grades will be on the top of the line. Do you dare to dream of this?" Cheng Zichen asked.

Jian Ze'an couldn't refute it, but still felt unrealistic:

"Lao Liang came to me after school today, and he told me that the huge progress this time is very worthy of encouragement, but don't think that learning and progress is easy because of this. The more you go, the more masters will fight, and it will take a lot of effort to improve ..."

"He's right. He's afraid that you'll do too well in the exam this time, and you'll be inflated. It's true that it's easy to improve your basic score. For example, if you do a few more questions and memorize the text a few more times, you can get some points. But the more you go up, the more you will be tested, the ability to integrate, think and analyze, and it will not be done quickly."

"Then you still paint cakes and make dreams for me!"

"I didn't draw a pie for you, but I just proposed a phased goal for you." The waiter served sashimi and sushi rolls again, and Cheng Zichen pushed Jian Ze'an's favorite sashimi towards him, "Look, I didn't either." Let you enter the first class in the next exam. The small goal I gave you is still very pragmatic."

"...I believe the word 'small goal', after all, the famous small goal is to earn him [-] million first."

Jian Ze'an smiled wryly.

Cheng Zichen looked at his disbelieving expression and smiled.

He also knew that everything he said at the moment was like painting a cake.It's not that Jian Ze'an lacks self-confidence, it's not that he underestimates himself, but common sense and the experience of the people around him tell him that there is a rule even if there is a counterattack, there is no such exaggeration.

After all, the third middle school is a key middle school, after all, the students in the first few classes are not vegetarians.

They study hard and still can't get into the first class. Jian Ze'an, a former scumbag, is now a student who is only at the seventh class level if he is divided into classes. Why should he dream that he will get into the first class within a year?

Cheng Zichen couldn't guarantee it, but he felt that there was hope for Jian Ze'an.

First of all, the other party is very smart.

This is not a filter for him when he is young or someone he likes, but what he feels during the process of giving Jian Ze'an supplementary lessons during this period of time.

Jian Zean can often follow his ideas smoothly, and can learn from one another by doing a few more questions of the same type. Moreover, Jian Zean's spatial imagination and abstract thinking are outstanding-this is really an important talent for learning science well.

Cheng Zichen himself has seen mathematical and physical geniuses of the same age at the provincial, national and even the world stage. Compared with these people, Jian Ze'an is naturally incomparable, but if it is only about the speed and comprehension ability of learning new knowledge, Cheng Zichen personally feels At least he is not far behind the provincial third prize contestants.

Of course, this is only about comprehension, not including knowledge reserve and current problem-solving ability.

But Jian Zhe'an wanted to prepare for the college entrance examination, not to let him study competitions. Cheng Zichen expected the other party to be at a level of 985 in terms of comprehension.

Secondly, it is also an important reason why Cheng Zichen has confidence in Jian Ze'an:

Jian Ze'an's Chinese and English scores are relatively good.

Students often have a headache: partial subjects.For liberal arts students, mathematics is simply a different-dimensional subject; but for science students, so what if I have a perfect score in science and comprehensive studies?The miserable Chinese and English are enough for me to study a few big questions for nothing.

The same is true when raising points.

Science, if you don't get the hang of it, it will be very painful to learn, and if you get through a certain "point" and can abstract the principle, then you don't necessarily need the tactics of sea of ​​questions, as long as your thinking is sharp enough and the logic is correct enough, you can improve.

However, Chinese and English are not the same. A "sense of language" is an eternal pain for many people, and they can't see and feel and don't know how to improve it.I had to do more, practice more, read more, and watch more.

In this exam, Jian Ze'an scored 126 in English and 107 in Chinese. The English is already pretty good. As for the Chinese, the composition is relatively low, and there are also questions such as the plot arrangement of the article and why the scene description is set up like this, and the points are seriously lost.But the topics that reflect the basic reading ability - including classical Chinese sentences, are well done.This means that he has a relatively good basic language sense for language and characters.

"You can trust yourself more." Cheng Zichen looked at the young man opposite, "It doesn't matter what others say, and common sense doesn't matter. The so-called 'common sense' means that most people are like this, but how do you know? Could it be the majority?"

Jian Ze'an took a bite of the sushi, slurring his words a bit: "You are right to say that. Of course, the gods of learning are not the majority, and it is beyond common sense. But it is unreasonable to put it on me... how can I believe it."

"Then you choose to choose to trust my vision."

The boy on the other side spoke firmly.

When Jian Ze'an raised his eyes, he saw the unquestionable light in his eyes.

The author has something to say: Cheng Shen likes a person, that is really deep love, but it is far away.Of course, these words were originally meant for parents to their children, but they were misappropriated to Cheng Shen to describe love haha.

I personally like this kind of relationship that likes someone and hopes that he is better, and I also hope that I am better ~ so this is why I think Cheng Shen is the most suitable for Xiaojian.

The improvement in grades in the article is purely family opinion... When I was divided into science and Chinese subjects in high school, I was the first in the grade based on the total score of liberal arts, and the sixth in the grade based on science. Many people advised me to study science because science is relatively The direction is wider and more people are admitted.But I knew very well that I was really studying physics to my death, and I cried every night while studying.And I saw another classmate with a lower total score than me (because he was not good at Chinese and English), but he was really good at learning physics. The teacher didn’t need to draw pictures, just said that he could imagine how the spring and the pulley would bear the force. of……

Thinking about learning with this kind of person, he can easily solve it, and I can't figure it out. How much time will it take to learn, it will get twice the result with half the effort.So in the end, regardless of persuasion, I chose essays decisively. In the end, my college entrance examination scores ranked first in the whole year, including arts and sciences.The classmate who is very talented in physics didn't improve his final grades in Chinese and English. He seemed to be very good in science and mathematics, but he didn't make it into the top ten in his grade.

Little Jane, pinned my beautiful longing for science talent orz.