Go to my home and do your homework

It snowed heavily for two days this weekend, Song Ye and Qu Liaoyuan didn't go anywhere, they stayed at home for two days, doing homework, watching TV, playing computer games - Qu Liaoyuan didn't play online games, chatting with Wen Cong Chat or look for videos to watch, because Song Ye uninstalled World of Warcraft, the reason is that online games are addictive and will definitely affect grades, just watch Wen Cong.

Can Wen Cong's poor grades be blamed on online games?But Qu Liaoyuan didn't refute it, he stopped playing if he didn't let him play, and he wasn't focused on the game right now.

His uneasiness gradually became less intense when getting along with Song Ye, but his special feeling for Song Ye was very strong.

Of course, Song Ye is still the same Song Ye, but in his eyes, he seems to be a different person.

He used to think that Song Ye was good-looking and smart, but now his intuitive feeling of Song Ye is: very handsome, very that.

"what is that?He couldn't explain it clearly, anyway, it was the one, the one that was different from others.

When the high school students returned to school on Sunday afternoon, the snow was only a little less.

The campus is full of whiteness. When you enter the school gate, you can see shovels and brooms next to the wall, and more than a dozen school workers and teachers are sweeping snow on the main road leading directly to the teaching building at the school gate. Half of the snow has been cleared. Way to come.

At home in the morning, the neighbors in the family yard collectively swept the snow. Song Qu and Qu Dajiang also went to help.

He took off his schoolbag and gave it to Song Ye, saying, "Help me take it back to your dormitory, and I'll go back to you after cleaning."

Song Ye picked it up and said, "Then I'll put away my schoolbag and come to help."

Qu Liaoyuan said: "Don't come here, the blisters on your hands in the morning don't hurt anymore?"

Song Ye had never swept snow, and hadn't used a shovel much. He used it incorrectly. In the morning, the wooden handle had rubbed a large blister on his palm. Qu Liaoyuan helped him break it, and even applied iodine.

He had no choice but to say: "Then you wear gloves, don't be like me, and don't freeze your hands."

Qu Liaoyuan said: "Got it!" He dragged his shovel and happily ran to sweep the snow.

Song Ye carried one on his back and carried the other, and went back to the dormitory with two schoolbags.

Now is the peak time for students to return to school. There is an endless stream of students coming in from the school gate. Most of them see the janitors and teachers working, so they sneak back to the dormitory around the side path. The crowd watched, for fear of being caught by the teachers.

Some are lazy, some are hiding from the teacher.

After such a long time, only one student came to help.

A teacher asked, "How tall are you?"

Qu Liaoyuan said, "It's from Class [-], Senior One."

As he answered, he helped shovel the snow with a shovel, and he shoveled it in style.

The snow is being swept here in full swing, and there are more and more students on the campus.

Director Zhao, who came to work, was wearing a short down jacket. He had a big belly, but now he came over plump and asked, "Why didn't you call the students to help?"

The teachers all said, "Isn't there one?"

It was only then that Director Zhao saw Qu Liaoyuan, because he was wearing a black cotton jacket over his school uniform. Director Zhao didn't realize that it was a student for a while, and said, "Is it Qu Liaoyuan?"

Qu Liaoyuan greeted him: "Hi, Director Zhao."

Director Zhao nodded and left.

After a while, his voice appeared on the campus radio, saying: "Attention all class cadres, now organize students who have returned to school to participate in snow removal on campus."

I said it three times, and finally said: "Notice to praise Qu Liaoyuan, a student from Class [-], Senior [-]. Before this broadcast, he was already helping the school workers to sweep snow. This spirit of love for work and dedication is not only for all the students, but also for the students. Including the teachers, including myself, we must learn from him..."

The school workers and teachers who were sweeping the snow looked at Qu Liaoyuan and smiled.

Qu Liaoyuan was extremely embarrassed, put the shovel aside, said, "I'll organize my classmates," and ran away.

With the participation of the students and the strength of the crowd, the snow on several main roads in the campus was cleared in less than an hour.

Qu Liaoyuan took a few boys in the class to the logistics department, and brought back the shovel and broom for sweeping snow. The logistics janitor knew him and said with a smile, "You were praised again today?"

The few boys also jokingly booed: "Yes, the whole school announced to praise our monitor!"

There were students from other classes who also came to return the tools, and they looked at them with different expressions, most of them had the meaning of "why is this person so pushy".

Qu Liaoyuan raised his head unconsciously.

He has been praised many times this semester. He has never been a "good student" since he was a child. From kindergarten to junior high school, he was disliked by his teachers when he grew up. This makes him feel that since he entered high school, his luck seems to have become very good. , every time he does some insignificant good deeds, he can be seen. Director Zhao always praises him, which puts him under a lot of pressure. He is afraid that if he does not perform well, he will become a villain again.

In room 402 of the boys' dormitory, everyone else went to the classroom to study after clearing the snow. They were seriously preparing for the final exam. There were only two people in the dormitory, Song Qu. Song Ye sat beside his bed, and Qu Liaoyuan sat in front of him with a ponytail.

"Are you afraid of being flattered and killed?" Song Ye heard Qu Liaoyuan nagging a lot, and said, "I told you not to be the squad leader, you don't listen to me."

Qu Liaoyuan was not convinced, and said in a low voice, "What does this have to do with being the squad leader?"

Song Ye suddenly changed his mind, thought of something else, and changed his words: "Just do it, you're doing pretty well, but your grades need to be improved a little bit. For this final exam, I want to get into the top two of your class. Ten, you know?"

"The top [-] in our class will be ranked [-] in the whole grade," Qu Liaoyuan said with a sad face, "I don't think it's possible for me to get into the experimental class."

Song Ye smiled and said, "Are you not confident in Teacher Song?"

Qu Liaoyuan felt that his smile was very beautiful, and said, "Mr. Song, show me your hands, did you clear the snow just now?"

"It's okay, I didn't use a shovel, so I helped carry the basket." Song Ye stretched out his hand.

Qu Liaoyuan took a look at his hand and said, "Remember to apply iodine again at night. Does it still hurt?"

Song Ye said: "It hurts, why don't you brag about it?"

"..." Qu Liaoyuan threw away his hand like an electric shock, felt embarrassed again, and pretended to dislike him and said, "Are you a child? Just blow it up, do it yourself."

Song Yezhen put his palm to his lips, blew slowly a few times, and looked at Qu Liaoyuan with a pair of smiling eyes.

Qu Liaoyuan couldn't sit still under his gaze, got up, took his schoolbag, and fled in despair.

The final exam is getting closer and closer, and an "inside news" has been widely circulated among the first-year high school students: in the future, the second-year senior high school will be divided into experimental classes based on the average score of this final exam and the two final exams of the next semester.

At the beginning, it was said that the head teacher of class [-] said it himself. If anyone didn't believe it, he ran to ask the classmates he knew in class [-] and got confirmation.

The students were already fully armed to prepare for the final exam, but now they were blown up and put 120 points of effort into the exam preparation.

The experimental class of the second year of high school and the experimental class of the first year of high school are two completely different concepts. The notable feature of the experimental class of the first year of high school is that it has one more self-study class than the parallel class. The class is different. There will be no re-division of classes in the next two years, and the teaching progress of the experimental class will be much faster than that of ordinary parallel classes.

I heard from the seniors of the third year of high school that the experimental class of the third year of high school has already started to do the simulation questions of the college entrance examination, while the other parallel classes of the third year of high school are still learning the textbook knowledge of the third year of high school.

According to the college entrance examination results of the No. [-] Middle School over the years, except for a few special cases, basically all members of the experimental class can be admitted to the main school, and only a few to a dozen top-notch students in the parallel class can be admitted to the key schools, and the rest can be admitted to the key schools. It's a pre-order.

Qu Liaoyuan was even more panicked. He knew his current ranking in the class. It was not too difficult to get into the top [-] in the final exam, but there was still a long way to go before entering the experimental class.

Even if his grades improve by leaps and bounds next semester, like a rocket into the top ten of the grade, his grades this semester will definitely lag behind!It's like God wants to kill him!

When he first started school, he wanted to enter the experimental class. He wanted to live in the same class as Song Ye and live in the same dormitory. Now his motivation has changed from that time. It is of course very important to be able to be with Song Ye. At the same time, he has put in so much hard work. And sweat, and of course I don't want to be let down by reality.

He also began to keep his hands on the book, memorizing vocabulary, memorizing texts, and doing science questions, and he was going crazy.

After twenty days like this, at the end of January, there are only two days left before the final exam.

Song Ye flipped through the political book to read the knowledge points, and Qu Liaoyuan was also memorizing: "The function of the law of value is to adjust the distribution of labor and production materials in various sectors of social production, so that resources can be optimally allocated among various sectors of society... Realize optimized configuration..." Can't remember what's behind it.

Song Ye reminded him: "Stimulate commodity producers to improve technology."

Qu Liaoyuan hurriedly picked up, finished reciting the main points of the second half, and continued to recite the next one. From the corner of his eye, he secretly looked at Song Ye. Song Ye flipped through the book very quickly, and turned to the next page after just going through it once.It is a completely different review method from him.

He and Song Ye have studied together a lot, knowing that Song Ye doesn't memorize politics very much.

Song Ye's point of view is: "Many humanities are not good. In the final analysis, they underestimate the liberal arts. They don't listen to the teacher in class, thinking that memorizing the knowledge after class is enough. It is science, science is never made up, it is the objective existence of this world, and it has its internal laws, listen carefully to the lecture and think carefully, figure it out, and read the words and expressions a few more times, and it will be almost the same.”

Qu Liaoyuan tried a few times according to what he said, and it helped to some extent, but it was very limited, not "almost", but still a lot worse.

The learning methods of the masters are not suitable for everyone. Song Ye will think it is simple. It is because of his years of study and observation that his logical thinking is much better than others.This is the "talent" accumulated the day after tomorrow.

At the same time, Song Ye also discovered that Qu Liaoyuan may not be good at liberal arts. Politics and history are actually about the combination of linear and nonlinear changes in the development of human society. An overly simplistic mind.

In the end, Qu Liaoyuan still used his clumsy method of rote memorization, and Song Ye didn't bother to guide him anymore, instead he put in more effort in tutoring science, and decided to take him to study science with him when he was a sophomore in high school.

With politics behind his back, Qu Liaoyuan yawned several times. He has been studying frantically for half a month, and after the second self-study in the evening, he stayed in the classroom with Jiang Bo and Yang Chenguang to study for an extra half hour.You could tell by looking at his face that he had lost a lot of weight.

"Sleep well these two days," Song Ye reminded him, "I will have an exam the day after tomorrow, and if I get sleepy during the exam, I will be bad."

Qu Liaoyuan said sadly: "Hurry up and study hard in the last two days. You don't know, I'm so nervous. What if I fail this time? When the average score is calculated, I will definitely not be able to enter the experimental class."

Seeing that he was really nervous and afraid that his performance would be affected during the exam, Song Ye finally kindly told him: "You should relax a bit, it is impossible to get the average score of two exams, and it's not like diving in the Olympics."

Qu Liaoyuan: "???"

"Do you know what exam-oriented education is?" Song Ye said, "The final word is the basic principle."

Qu Liaoyuan was taken aback, and said, "But it was the teacher in class [-] who said it?"

"Don't you want to scare the people in their class? Once you are scared, you know you have to study hard," Song Ye said, "just like you."

"..." Qu Liaoyuan lay weakly on the table as if his bones had been pulled out, refusing to read the book properly.

Song Ye put his hand to his lips and blew, showing a malicious expression, implying that Qu Liaoyuan was about to slap him.

Qu Liaoyuan had no choice but to sit down again and continue reciting: "Market regulation is not a panacea..."

The final exams are over, and the results are announced before the winter vacation, so that students can go home with their report cards for the New Year.

Song Ye still passed the No. 1 exam in the grade, and all the students in the grade have become numb to this, and they don't want to discuss it any more.

Qu Liaoyuan also got into the top 18 of class seven as he wished. He was No.283 and ranked [-] in the whole class.

On the day of the official holiday, the students left school at noon. In the morning, all senior one students went to the school auditorium. The school organized a year-round end-of-term commendation meeting, and awarded certificates and prizes to the students who performed well in the final exam.

First of all, the students who have made remarkable progress were praised, which was compared with their school grades. Qu Liaoyuan improved by more than 500 places in the whole grade, and won a well-deserved "Progress Award". Notebook with red stamp.

He returned to his seat with the certificate and prizes, and some classmates gave him a thumbs up and said: "You have improved by more than 500, you are really amazing!"

He was insanely happy in his heart, but he still had to be modest: "No, no, luck and luck."

Yao Wang sat next to him, so he opened the notebook to show Yao Wang, of course it was a bit of a show off.

Yao Wang looked disinterested, and said: "The school is really stingy, so they just send out a broken notebook, why are you so happy?"

This time, he passed another fifty or so in the class.

"Don't be jealous of me," Qu Liaoyuan said, not happy about being thrown cold water, "Who was it at that time? He was talking big, saying that he would definitely pass the exam at the end of the semester."

Yao Wang: "..."

The two stopped talking, and Qu Liaoyuan showed his certificate and notebook to others, feeling happy again.

The stage began to commend the top [-] in this grade.

No.1 Song Ye, in addition to the certificate, also sent an MP3 as a prize.The prizes for the other dozen students in the back are repeaters and listening earphones.

When Director Zhao sent the beautifully packaged Sony MP3 to Song Ye, many students in the audience went "Wow!"

Qu Liaoyuan applauded desperately, and a classmate beside him said to him: "Liaoyuan, your brother is so amazing!"

Different from the self-effacement just now, Qu Liaoyuan said shamelessly: "He is very good, he didn't study much, just take the exam!"

Other students: "..."

Qu Liaoyuan recalled Yao Wang's bitterness just now, and said to Yao Wang: "School is not very stingy, Sony MP3, isn't it?"

Yao Wang squinted at him, and he squinted at Yao Wang.

After leaning against each other for a while, Yao Wang gave in first, laughed and said, "Okay, okay, you and your brother are both good, and I'm the only one who is stupid, okay?"

Qu Liaoyuan said: "Then... that's not what I mean either. You still have to work hard, you know?"

Yao Wang said, "I know."

After commending the results, the school leaders also commended other students who had other outstanding performances this semester. There is a special student who won the National Youth Group Art Award, and there is a girl from Class [-] who was interviewed by the city TV station. , as well as outstanding class cadres who have silently contributed and set an example this semester...

Qu Liaoyuan was telling Yao Wang how Song Ye took the exam "casually", he was only interested in being happy, he didn't hear what was being said on stage, and felt that it had nothing to do with him.

Until the applause sounded again, the students in the front row turned around and said, "Go to the stage to receive the award!"

Qu Liaoyuan also picked up the award certificate and showed it to others, saying, "I have received it!"

Several students around said in unison: "There is more!"

He was issued another "Excellent Class Leader" certificate and another notebook with a red stamp.