I suspect you are not a good student

Zhou Shiyi didn't even know how he lived this year.

On the night of the New Year's Eve, I was still wondering what the sentence before "then the ladders and stone stacks are connected" is.

The voice of Xia Wanli on the mobile phone echoes with the Spring Festival Gala in the living room: "Dibengshan destroys the strong man to death! It's Li Bai's "The Road to Shu" again, can you do it on Monday?"

Xie Chuhong swiped Weibo with his mobile phone in his hand: "It hasn't happened since you took his things away."

"Then you go out and buy."

Speaking of this, Xia Wanli and Chi Che were also very embarrassed.

Zhou Shiyi looked at Director Tang's math test paper, with a numb expression, and thanked his mother for often letting him buy daily necessities: "The cashiers in nearby supermarkets and convenience stores all know me."

"You can shop online. If we buy it for you, we will compensate you."

"My mother collects all the couriers at home and can open them."

"Then I'll take you to the head office when school starts. The experience you bought last time is actually pretty average!"

Zhou Shiyi pursed his lips. It was obvious that this question was not up to him to decide. He carefully turned his head to look at the person who was guarding him for the question.

Xie Chuhong turned a deaf ear and continued to swipe his phone with his legs crossed.

Zhou Shiyi knew it well, and silently closed the microphone.She didn't stop until Qiuyun knocked on the door of their room: "I'll do the quiz! Watch the Spring Festival Gala!"

Qiuyun probed: "I haven't seen you work so hard during Chinese New Year before?"

Zhou Shiyi: "The past was the past, but now the third year of high school!"

He didn't expect that there would be a day when he would turn around and tell his mother that time was running out.

It can't be said directly that it is to keep Xie Chuhong in bed.

When Zhou Changde saw his wife come back from the door, he had a displeased look on his face: "You were like this in your third year of high school? The ones who spent the Chinese New Year were still studying in the room. It seems that I am the only one who is not motivated."

Zhou Changde stretched his arms and hugged him with a smile: "Maybe I didn't do well in the Yuan Tiao exam, and the pressure on the second Tiao Tiao is a bit greater."

Qiuyun put her arms around his neck and shook her head: "I was worried that the two of them would be distracted when they were dating."

She is so silly.

That night, the lights in the room were turned off very early on Monday.

Xie Chuhong simply hung up a video call with Yan Ruoruo, and quickly put himself under the quilt as usual, making it clear that he didn't want to talk to anyone until the second tune came out.

Zhou Shiyi could only look at the back of his head, and pitifully stuffed himself in: "Are you ready to sleep?"

Xie Chuhong closed his eyes and did not answer.

Fireworks were not allowed in the urban area, and the room was suddenly very quiet, so quiet that Zhou Shiyi could only hear his own breathing.

"Actually, I have prepared a New Year's gift for you."

His answer was still silence.

Zhou Shiyi was not discouraged, and posted it cheekily: "Wrap it in red and put it in your coat pocket. You can read it tomorrow."

Xie Chuhong seemed to be really asleep and didn't respond, but he didn't move his arms around his waist either.

Zhou Shiyi sniffed the back of his neck, whispered "Happy New Year" or "I love you", and fell asleep after closing his eyes.

The New Year's Eve bell can only ring in their sleep, and all kinds of blessings and red envelopes coming and going from various classes and private messages are all left behind.

Zhou Shi is very sure about the New Year gift he prepared.

In his expectation, as long as Xie Chuhong opened it, he would never continue to "cold war" with him.

But this time, Zhou Shiyi went all the way to the second tune, but he couldn't wait for his boyfriend's attitude to change.

Of course he did not enter the top [-] in the grade.

But not too far away.

Qiuyun felt wronged for her son: "Are you only five points away? We already think it's great. No. 30 is three points. It doesn't mean that the second test paper is difficult. The progress award should be another Tithe."

"It's agreed that the top [-] is the top [-], and one more will not be counted." Xie Chuhong hugged his pillow and walked slowly towards the study, "I will move back when I pass the tithe exam. "

When Zhou Shi saw his back without turning his head, the sky was about to collapse.

When they were not in a relationship, they slept together, but now they are having a good time talking, and it would be unbearable for him to separate.

Xie Chuhong calmly greeted the two elders to take a break and closed the door, leaving the three members of the Zhou family staring at each other silently at the door.

Qiu Yun obviously couldn't accept the current situation, and stared at her son: "Didn't you say that Chu Hong would definitely soften his heart when he saw the gift you gave?"

The "gamble" of the top thirty was something she asked after she found out that something was wrong with the two children.

Zhou Shiyi leaned against the wall and his eyes were loose: "Maybe he can really resist not opening it..."

Forget that this is someone who can even throw away a letter from his own father.

"Then you shouldn't use any red packaging! If you want to give something, just put it in your pocket and it's over! And you!" Qiu Yun finished one training and the second, angrily ejaculating indiscriminately, gouging out her husband fiercely with her eyes , "What are you doing changing the curtains when you are bored!"

Zhou Changde is dumb and eats coptis.

She sensibly didn't mention the curtains, but she urged to change them herself, and patted her son on the shoulder.

"Top thirty, do it well."

Then Monday went crazy.

Since the second tune, apart from answering questions and chatting with him, Xie Chuhong rarely chatted with him. At most, he only said a few more words when he asked him to help share the people queuing up to find speakers.

They slept together before, Xie Chuhong ignored him, and he could still hug him at night for a thought, but now the room is also divided, Zhou Shiyi is not working every day, and the earth is not responding.

People and voices are empty.

He couldn't figure out how Xie Chuhong could be so tolerant.

At the beginning, in order to talk to Xie Chuhong, he had to pester people to ask questions when he didn't understand something bigger than sesame seeds. Director Tang's math test paper counts one by one, and not a single punctuation mark is wasted.

But Xie Chuhong's mind is brighter than his, and he can tell at a glance whether he really doesn't understand or is pretending to be crazy.

Therefore, when looking for questions on Shiyi Zhou, you have to implement them in real terms and ask them with quality.After finishing all the basic routine questions, I can only turn my attention to the last big question in mathematics.

——According to the usual combat strategy, he didn't spend any time on this difficult part, and used it to check the front.

But now, in order to say a few more words to Xie Chuhong, Zhou Shiyi didn't care about it, and asked whatever he had in his hand.

If you don’t understand it the first time, let’s tell it the second time.

Yi Ming watched helplessly as this person went from learning what he was learning to selling now, to being able to adapt to one or two things and helping others with new topics, calling him "Magic Realism".

When the exam results came out in March, Chi Che was far away in Beijing.

Seeing that they posted a total score of [-] on Zhou Shiyi in the group, the sense of urgency that they could not learn the cultural class came up instantly.

- "Even Tithe is going to abandon me, wait until I finish the light speed test the day after tomorrow and go back"

But [-]% himself is not happy.

The difficulty of the monthly exam in March is much less than that of the second test, and the score inflation, he goes up, and others also go up.

Even if the total score is really six hundred, he has only just passed the No. 30 grade.

It's true that Xie Chuhong's standard has been met, but Xie Chuhong said it again the first day he lay back on his bed.

"The top [-] of the four models. If you don't get the top [-] in the April mock test, I will continue to move back to the study. I feel that you sleep alone, and the efficiency is quite high."

Zhou Shiyi: "?"

Zhou Shiyi: "I'm not forced to be efficient?"

"Just letting you sleep alone can improve your score. Is there anything more beautiful than this?" Xie Chuhong sincerely said, "I feel that I should directly advance..."

"No, no, no, it's top [-]. The top ten of the four models is too outrageous, too outrageous..."

Zhou Shiyi is now tortured to the point where he has completely lost the ability to discern feasibility.

Qiuyun heard her two sons "get back together" at the dinner table the next day, and set another goal. She looked at Zhou Shiyi with straight eyes: "...Are you crazy?"

It is rare for Zhou Changde to start talking about Zhongke: "The ranking is a pyramid. The higher the score is, the harder it is to make progress. Don't expect too much for the future just because the starting point is low."

The deceased expressed emotional stability: "I don't expect it now, I just don't want to sleep alone."

Not now, nor in the future.

He can't be left alone in the monthly exam, and neither can the four models.

Xie Chuhong's mood is also very stable: "The top [-] means [-] and up to [-] more things. Language, Mathematics, English, and Comprehensive Literature can be combined with a few points. It shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Qiuyun and Zhou Changde: "?"

Zhou Shiyi: "It's not difficult."

Qiu Yun and Zhou Changde: "..."

After March is over, mid-April is the April mock exam.

A large-scale mock exam of the last college entrance examination in terms of specifications, difficulty, and process in the third year of senior high school.

The final scores of the students in the college entrance examination are almost the same as those of the four models, which has very important guiding significance and everyone cares about it.

Chi Che is no exception.

Although the proportion of cultural courses in art examination schools is getting higher and higher, with his grades, it is more than enough for the college entrance examination even with eyes closed, but his mother obviously does not allow it.

The minimum given is also six hundred.

It is said that the draft was written for him by someone:

- "North Film and Chinese Theater Arts Examinations are the first in both, and the culture class is more than 100 over the first line of culture, and can directly record first-class 985"

The countdown hanging in the classroom is only the last [-] days, and everyone's mind is tense.

Every morning, Bai Siming self-studies and looks at the children in the classroom who are self-sufficient and hard-working. They are satisfied. Unlike other teachers, the closer he is to the high-level test and the results, the more relaxed he is.

After taking a class for three years, there was never a moment like this one that made him feel at ease.

Learning is definitely the easiest thing in the world.

"Because the full marks of each subject are right there! 'Full marks' means 'best'!"

In the last 30 days, Director Tang's passionate speech on the radio echoed in every classroom of the third year of high school.

"When you leave school and step into the society, you will find that you will never have the opportunity to be the 'best' again. Employees are mixed into cadres, and there are managers waiting for you. An annual income of tens of millions is waiting for you!"

"There are billions of roads in this world, and only the exam can lead to the end!"

"It's difficult to get a full score, but as long as you work hard, you have a chance to pass the exam! You can get into the top [-] of your grade in the first and fourth models of the week, why can't you!"

All classrooms are quiet.

No one questioned Director Tang's words.

It may be accidental to make progress once, but it is never to make progress all the time.

Zhou Shiyi was watched by their entire grade, stepping on the "altar" of progress awards one after another. Obviously, he just transferred to their school last September and could barely get five hundred.

Director Tang turned off the microphone, and he couldn't help feeling sorry for the person around him who was passing the water.

"The most regrettable decision I've made in my life may be that I didn't separate Zhou Shiyi and Xie Chuhong, the pair of wild mandarin ducks."

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The spring day is short, the genius is just hot, and the school gate of the examination room is already full of parents.

When the first session arrived in the morning, students began to be put inside, with the tall and straight young man walking slightly ahead.

Xie Chuhong took the initiative to hold his hand after a long absence: "My brother has lost weight."

Zhou Shi blocked his throat: "Have you seen the New Year's gift I gave you?"

Xie Chuhong: "I'll tell you after the exam."

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