Yeah, what's there to panic about
Sheng Wang did not speak.
He looked slightly startled, as if he couldn't find an answer.
Downstairs, Sheng Mingyang had already closed the door, and the key slammed softly on the porch cabinet. He changed into a pair of soft-soled slippers, and the sound of footsteps was muffled, extending from the living room to the kitchen.
A moment later there was another door knock, and another footstep in the kitchen.
Maybe it was because of the silence in the dead of night, maybe because Sheng Wang had his back against the door, Jiang Ou's voice was not loud, but he could vaguely hear it.
"Why don't you say anything when you arrive, the matter is resolved?" Jiang Ou asked.
"No, I have to go back." Sheng Mingyang said, "It's a little troublesome."
"Have you had dinner then?"
"It's okay to eat some plane meals, but I'm a little hungry now, and I want to find something to cushion."
"There's chicken soup, can I warm it up for you?"
"Don't, there's too much movement."
Sheng Mingyang said something in a low voice, probably because he was afraid of disturbing Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian upstairs. Then Jiang Ou's voice became even lower, and they couldn't hear what they said anymore. The buzzing voice seemed to be very close and far away.
I don't know what Sheng Mingyang took from the refrigerator to deal with it. After a while, they returned to the room, and the house gradually returned to quiet, as usual.
The water drops from the hair on the forehead dripped down, Jiang Tian grabbed one end of the towel and wiped it.
Sheng Wang's shoulder and neck line slowly relaxed, and the momentary panic just now was like a glimmer of light, and he disappeared in an instant. He couldn't figure out why, so he casually gave a reason: "My dad is long-winded, if he wants to let him know that I haven't slept yet, it would be a nagging—why haven't I rested at this hour? Is it because the homework is not done or is it greed? Did it take time to play?"
Sheng Wang lowered his voice to imitate his father, and the tone was so vivid. He walked to the desk and put down the paper with familiarity: "If you say that the homework is not finished, he will immediately ask whether it is too difficult or too much, is it the same for everyone else or is it only you? Well, he has to ask how you are doing in the review and whether you have confidence. After asking, he has to say that it is good to have pressure, but not too much. Then he started to pour chicken soup with my mouth."
This routine is too familiar, and I have seen it on too many parents. Jiang Tian couldn't help laughing when he heard the second half, and even smiled with Sheng Wang: "Is your brain buzzing, don't you panic?"
Jiang Tian put the glass of water on the table, took a towel from his neck and wiped his hair: "What does he say so much?"
"Neither. He is usually too busy to ask questions, so when he finally seizes an opportunity, he will actively show it. With a little—" Sheng Wang pursed his lips and considered for a few seconds, "What does compensation mean, do you understand?"
Jiang Tian paused while wiping his hair. He glanced at Sheng Wang's face, but saw that the other party was busy turning over the pages marked with the thematic exercises, and he couldn't see any emotional problems.
"However, Sheng Mingyang is different from many parents. He doesn't really have any requirements for my grades, and he doesn't speak heavy words. After pouring the chicken soup, he has to praise." Sheng Wang held the page and raised his head to imitate Jiang Tian: " We hope that our strength is okay, and Dad believes in you."
Jiang Tian walked to the corner amid his complaints, threw the towel into the laundry bag and straightened up, saying, "Shouldn't it be called Wang Zai?"
"… "
Sheng Wang's voice was instantly silenced, and his face was splendid.
A few seconds later, he pointed at Jiang Tian and said, "Shut up."
Since ancient times, Jiang Tian has told others to shut up a lot, and it is extremely rare for others to reply to him. He raised his eyebrows and nodded, indicating that he could cooperate reluctantly.
Sheng Wang is very satisfied.
He pulled out his chair and sat down, then took the special question bank and asked Jiang Tian, "Hey, have you ever done similar to these two questions?"
The attached middle school does not stipulate the guidance books, and they are recommended by the teachers of each class according to the situation of the students.
Several teachers in class A do not advocate excessive questioning tactics. There must be a certain amount of question reading, but it is unnecessary to repeat too much. When they recommend, they will talk about the advantages and disadvantages of different tutorial books, and let them pick and buy.
The content of the tutorial books is not bad, but the compilation method and the level of topic selection are a little different. Teachers all say that buying one or two copies is enough, and combining the advantages and disadvantages, you don't need to do every question.
So there are some problems, just because this student has seen it does not mean that the student has seen it too.
Jiang Tian glanced at the book in his hand and sat down on the windowsill.
Sheng Wang waited for a long time without waiting for an answer, and kicked Jiang Tian's slippers: "Hello."
Hey deaf.
Sheng Wang kicked again: "Jiang Tian."
Jiang Tian is also deaf.
Sheng Wang: "... a scholar?"
Xueba is still deaf.
Sheng Wang lowered his hand to hold the book, resting on his knees and began to sigh.
"Don't shut up, open your mouth." He was already familiar with this process, and he said it without any burden: "It's okay if I'm wrong."
Jiang Tian finally regained his hearing, reached out and said, "Show me the question."
Sheng Wang slapped the book into his hand, pouted and said, "Questions 12 and 13, I've hit a star."
"I did." Jiang Tian knew at a glance, "The last question?"
"Well, I'm a little clueless." Sheng Wang said, "I got stuck after writing the formula."
"It's normal to get stuck. The last question is a bit out of line and needs to be accumulated." Jiang Tian said.
"What ji? Which ji?" Sheng Wang didn't react.
"The product of calculus." Jiang Tian said.
"Wait a minute." Sheng Wang asked, "Is that the calculus I understand? The university one?"
"right."
"… "
Sheng Wang's sentence stuck in my throat.
"I don't have time to watch tonight." Jiang Tian said succinctly, "At least the monthly exam will not be taken this time, and other classes are catching up, but they are not as deep as class AB."
"At least? That's the exam in the future?" Sheng Wang asked.
"As long as it is something that has appeared in the college entrance examination, any school will dare to test it." Jiang Tian said, flipping through the answer analysis at the back of the question set, he said: "There are too many omitted parts, how did you buy this book?"
"This book is more consistent from basics to difficult points than others, and it is suitable for self-study." Sheng Wang said angrily, "please be considerate of the people in Les Miserables. However, the problems are indeed a little less, and they are all covered in one stroke. Anyway, this book is a brush. When it’s over, I’ll buy another book to make up for the omission.”
Jiang Tian thought for a while, put the book down and walked to the closet.
Sheng Wang looked at it in confusion, and saw that he opened one of the wardrobe doors, opened a storage box, rummaged through it, picked up a blue-covered title collection and handed it over, "This book has a deeper expansion. "
Sheng Wang took the book, but his attention was not on his hand, but on the wardrobe.
Jiang Tian's wardrobe is very strange. The bars above are full of empty hangers, but there is no clothes. There are two grids below, one for the transparent storage box and the other for the luggage.
The suitcase is unfolded, and the clothes Jiang Tian often wears are coded inside and folded neatly. So neat that as long as the suitcase is closed, the owner of these things can leave cleanly without leaving any traces.
"You..." Sheng Wang was stunned for a while, then looked up at Jiang Tian, "What are you doing with your luggage?"
He suddenly remembered what he had vaguely heard at the time—Sheng Mingyang had said that Jiang Tian wanted to live in accommodation, but they were temporarily left behind because the school had not yet opened applications.
At that time, he wished that the other party left earlier, but now he suddenly changed his mind.
He didn't know when and when he changed his mind. He only knew that the moment he saw the suitcase, he felt a little bit inexplicable.
Just like in the summer when he was a child, whenever he had a good time in the theme park on the outskirts of the city, there would be all kinds of calls to Sheng Mingyang's mobile phone, so the fun stopped abruptly, and he had to follow the adults home obediently.
Even though he knew he would be back soon, he was still disappointed in that moment.
… the kind of disappointment that will be forgotten in the middle of a joke and then suddenly flooded.
"Are you going?" Sheng Wang asked.
Jiang Tian followed his gaze and glanced at the suitcase. For a few seconds, he didn't speak. After a while, he said, "I didn't just pack it, I just kept it like this."
These words sounded more distant and indifferent, Jiang Tian paused and added, "Personal habits."
"Personal habits?" Sheng Wang came back to his senses, "You wouldn't do this in your own home, would you?"
"Well." Jiang Tian nodded lightly.
"Why? Cleanliness, or obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
"Convenient." Jiang Tian said.
He didn't want to discuss this topic, Sheng Wang could see it, so he didn't ask any more. He opened the set of questions that Jiang Tian gave him, and found that it was surprisingly clean, except that some questions were marked with red circles, and there was no writing.
"You didn't do it?" Sheng Wang changed the subject.
"It's not written directly on it." Jiang Tian said, "You can use it, just look at the circles."
Sheng Wang's own ability is beyond doubt, but with Jiang Tian's deletion of complex and simple, he saved a lot of trouble when reviewing, and the speed was unprecedentedly fast.
It was the first time he slept before 1 o'clock in the days of the Affiliated High School.
He thought this was a good omen, indicating that the monthly exam would be smooth sailing, but who knew that when he approached the bridge, he overturned the boat in the gutter.
The monthly test in the attached middle school is more formal than the weekly test, and the test is divided into two days. The first day of Chinese and mathematics, the second day of English and two electives. Sheng Wang turned early the next morning.
The exam started at 8 o'clock, and he sat in the examination room at 7 o'clock as usual. Because he was well prepared, he was so relaxed that he didn't notice that something was subtly wrong.
At around 7:20, a boy with eyes came in and asked, "Is Sheng Wang here?"
Sheng Wang looked up from the notebook.
The boy waved at him and said, "The English teacher is looking for you."
Sheng Wang threw the notebook into the table, got up and walked to the door and asked, "Sister Jing is looking for me? What's the matter?"
"I don't know," the boy said. "It's like an English competition or something? Let's get you new papers."
"Now?" Sheng Wang asked.
"Yup."
He turned his head and glanced at the wall clock on the back wall of the classroom. It was indeed too late, so he did not suspect him and prepared to go upstairs.
The boy said, "Not upstairs, in the printing room."
He pointed in the direction of No. 3 Road and said, "The one in front of Xiu Shen Yuan."
"Isn't there a printing room upstairs?" Sheng Wang was a little puzzled, "Why go to the one on No. 3 Road?"
It was only later that he discovered that there were printers in the two small black rooms next to the office on the top floor, which were specially used by the teachers of Class A to print papers during the competition season.
The boy shook his head and said, "I don't know either, maybe the printer is broken. You go quickly, I'm going to the exam room."
After he finished speaking, he went down the corridor.
Sheng Wang muttered a few words, and without further delay, walked downstairs quickly.
In order to save time and take a shortcut, he traversed through the Xiu Shen Garden, but the copy was broken. He was stopped by two boys on the path of Xiushenyuan. The two were neither wearing school uniforms nor putting on school badges. They exuded an air of disgust. A bastard in a corner.
One of them scratched his scalp and said, "Hey, your name is Sheng Wang, right? Do you know what I'm here for today?"
He may want to bluff people first, wait for Sheng Wang to reply "I don't know", and then tell him while looking for something.
Who knew that Sheng Wang would not play cards according to the routine, nodded and said calmly, "I know."
Stunned for a moment, he asked fiercely, "You know? Oh, then tell me, what am I here for?"
Sheng Wang smiled, then pulled his face down to one knee, and said, "You're here to ask for a beating."
With a squeak, he knelt down, clutching his crotch. He lost his fighting power on the spot, curled up in a ball on the ground and twitched. The other person scolded "Fuck" when he saw this, and swung his fist towards Sheng Wang with the wind.
Sheng Wangxin said that his luck in this exam was really unbelievable.
Even though he knocked one down at the beginning, Sheng Wang couldn't get out quickly.
He spent a long time in the cultivation garden with the remaining one before finally getting rid of him. The other person had a few blue spots on his body and a nosebleed. Sheng Wang's school uniform was also stained with a pile of mud, and his face was scratched by a branch.
He finally gave the opponent a kick, took off his school uniform and ran to Mingli Building.
"Report." When Sheng Wang entered the classroom, the invigilator's eyes narrowed, and he asked with a stern face, "Are you late for the monthly exam?! Why did you go?"
The English listening in the classroom broadcast has been put into the last part. Sheng Wang wiped the side of his face and said, "Go to see a doctor."
The invigilator was taken aback: "Ah? What's wrong with you?"
"My brain is ill." Sheng Wang finished and asked, "Report, can I go back to my seat?"
The invigilator didn't know whether to be angry or startled. He opened his mouth and said nothing. Sheng Wang entered the door himself.
The unfortunate incident in the morning made him angry, and he couldn't pretend to be good.
He shoved the school uniform into the table, grabbed a pen and began to read the paper.
There were two sections in the listening section, and he didn't get a word. Three pages of multiple-choice listening questions grinned at him with a blank mouth.
The 20 questions have a total of 20 points. He finally got 60 points in the last exam, and he swooped down by a third this time.
So fucked up.
Sheng Wang cursed in his heart, and then started his magical journey.
The dialogues in the first stanza are all alone, and he can't do it for the time being. So he turned directly to the second page and began to think about it.
In the second section, each dialogue corresponds to two or three questions, and he grabbed the pen and began to draw repeated words in the questions. The stems of two or three questions can roughly describe the content of the conversation, and with words that appear more frequently, the focus of the conversation can be clarified. Guessing the answer on this basis is much more accurate.
He finished the last 15 questions in this way, then turned back to the first page, sighed and started to get confused.