I have a date with math

Monday, May 2019, 5, overcast.

Countdown to the college entrance examination, 25.

The last class on Monday afternoon is the class meeting. We have group activities in the class meeting in the first and second grades.

In the third year of senior high school, it basically becomes a self-study class. Those who make test papers do test papers, and those who make materials do materials.

Today is a little special, the class teacher sent us postcards, one for each, she wrote one by one, with words for us on it.

On the front of the postcard is a picture of the university, and on the back is a message from the head teacher.

When I got the postcard she gave me, I subconsciously turned the front and found that the university she gave me was actually Tsinghua University.

The gate of Tsinghua University is still fascinating.

Presumably, many people have struggled with a difficult problem for a long time when they were young: Tsinghua University or Peking University?

When they grow up, they will understand that there is nothing to worry about. This is not a university that ordinary people can afford, nor is it a university that can be afforded by a little cleverness.

When I saw this Tsinghua University, I remembered the time when I was in high spirits.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, feeling his face still hurt a little.

"Mine is from the China Academy of Drama... The class teacher's message said that I am handsome, and I can develop in this area in the future."

Xiao Xiao held his postcard with a dirty face.

"...Why don't I believe it? Give me a look."

Of course the teacher in charge wouldn't directly praise Xiao Xiao for being handsome in a superficial way, but if he made a side note, he still had to seduce him.

The homeroom teacher gave the mathematics to Peking University, saying that he is good at mathematics, and the mathematics and applied mathematics major of Peking University is also good. I hope he can get a good result in the college entrance examination and be admitted to his ideal university.

Nonsense, how can the subject be admitted to the university, at most it is where I take the exam and he goes there, after all, this is my own illusion.

We were also fed similar chicken soup in the first year of high school. At that time, the class teacher firmly believed that if we want to have the motivation to work hard in high school, we must have a goal.

So she asked us to think about the university we wanted to go to at that time...I'm done thinking about it, Tsinghua University.

At that time, there were a lot of students in the class who were going to take the entrance examination for Wuhan University and Sichuan University, and I was like a clear stream in the class.

But when the people in the class laughed at me, the head teacher didn't laugh at me... I feel very ashamed when I think about it now.

But I don't think I can work hard from a book to Tsinghua's level in more than 20 days.

I even think that I can work hard from the second book to the steady one, which is already great.

I have to say that it really doesn't matter if you were among the best in the first year of high school, or even the best in the second year of high school.

Many students in our class who have not been outstanding in their academic performance have become very hardworking in the third year of senior high school, and those who are lax because of their excellent grades in the first year of senior high school will only be left farther and farther here.

I used to think that after the first year of high school and the second year of high school, I could pass the exam steadily without reviewing in the third year of high school, but the truth slapped me hard, and said to me: You are thinking about peach.

Should I say thanks to mathematics?

I returned Xiao Xiao's postcard to him, and then glanced at Mathematics. He was listening to the class teacher on the podium talking about our possible future.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Xiao snatched my postcard, saw the picture of Tsinghua University on the front, couldn't help laughing: "Ah...here, is the old class trying to mock you?"

"What's wrong?" Mathematics turned his head to look at us, he didn't know what was written on my postcard.