Seeing Lin Qingyin’s expression a bit heavy, Qingyin’s mother couldn’t help but remember Lin Qingyin’s failure in the exam at the end of last semester, and comforted her a little bit distressedly: "You have always been a hardworking child. Take your time, my mother believes in you. Even once or twice. It’s okay to fail the exam, don’t put so much pressure on yourself, don’t jump into the river again."
Qingyin was stunned by the soul chicken soup, and he went back to the room in a daze, and checked the textbook on the table. It took a total of half a month to make up the class. The science subjects need to be learned from the beginning of the junior high school. Now Lin Qingyin has only learned all the mathematics. After completing the junior high school part of physics, he has only learned half of the high school courses.
Besides that, I haven’t read chemistry yet, and I can’t speak English at all. It’s easy to talk about other subjects. Lin Qingyin has read the history book by herself. Geography and politics are all her homework. At least she does the homework. I still remember, you can find some from the memory of the original owner if you haven't seen it, but it's not too much.
Looking at the various subjects, Lin Qingyin gave each one a plan to figure out the order of the exam. The three main subjects of mathematics, Chinese, and English are ranked first, followed by a few subjects in science, and finally three subjects in liberal arts. She has time to read the memory subjects.
Lin Qingyin picked up the Chinese test paper at the end of last semester and read it from start to finish, and then called Jiang Wei to ask if there is a good way to improve the grade in Chinese. Jiang Wei was happy when he heard it, and rode his bicycle straight to the Xinhua Bookstore to start shopping.
The exercises and essays in Chinese are indispensable, but Jiang Wei feels that he can't favor one another. What do you think about other subjects just by buying Chinese, and where do you put the face of mathematics and English? If you want to buy, you can't just buy the first year of high school. This is the second year of high school, and you must go all out to welcome the arrival of the new semester.
Jiang Wei thinks that the question he has taken into account is very adequate: high school students, how can they not do the questions
Jiang Wei was originally a schoolmaster. Although it has been four years since he went to high school, he still remembers which publishing house produced good questions and which series of questions were similar to exam questions. In only half an hour, Jiang Wei chose a shopping cart full of teaching aids.
He certainly couldn't move so many books alone. Jiang Wei called Fatty Wang and asked him to drive to the Xinhua Bookstore to pick him up. Fatty Wang lives near the Xinhua Bookstore. He used to set up a stall in the alley not far behind, but he stopped doing this deceptive job after he met Lin Qingyin.
In the past two days when Lin Qingyin was preparing to start school, Fatty Wang could only read at home by himself. Although the air conditioner was turned on at home to make tea, Fatty Wang still lost his mind for a while. He felt that it was better to concentrate and reduce his efficiency when he was studying at Lin Qingyin's house.
Fatty Wang was feeling uncomfortable on his back, so he received a call from Jiang Wei, and he immediately took the car key out of the house excitedly. When he arrived at the entrance of Xinhua Bookstore, Fatty Wang was shocked when he saw the cart full of books pushed by Jiang Wei: "Are you planning to open a store by yourself?"
Jiang Weile couldn't close his mouth, he patted the thick set of exercises and smiled, "This is the study material I prepared for the little master."
Fatty Wang's eyes changed when he looked at Jiang Wei, what kind of hatred? It's too cruel to our little master.
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Fatty Wang drove the car downstairs to Lin Qingyin's house and hummed the book to the third floor. Recently, the two of them often came to Lin Qingyin's house. Coupled with the quarrel between Qingyin's mother and the aunt who chewed her tongue at the door, neighbors knew that these two were Lin Qingyin's tutors.
The time for the two to come was just in time for the noon to leave work. Neighbors and neighbors were envious of the teaching materials in the trunk, especially those from students at home who came up to see what exercise book they were buying, and they also came to ask Jiang Wei. Did you bring students? After all, they had never seen a good tutor like Jiang Wei before.
Fatty Wang happily dealt with it, and Jiang Wei and two of them carried the books they bought on the third floor and moved them to Lin Qingyin's room. Lin Qingyin's small room was immediately occupied by half.
Lin Qingyin was very happy when he received Jiang Wei’s generous gift. Subjects such as history and geography could just memorize the book. However, the various reading comprehension of Chinese made him look very big, and she didn’t understand why being a human being. With so many feelings, it's just a trivial matter if you encounter something you can't figure out.
Jiang Wei turned over all the workbooks of Chinese. Not only did he have the first year of high school, but he also bought a lot for the second year of high school. As a person who has received a gift like "Five Years College Entrance Examination and Three Years Simulation" during the Chinese New Year, especially I hope others can also experience this kind of "happiness", who knows that Lin Qingyin looks really happy.
Put all the books on the table on the shelf on one side, leaving only the language exercise book on the table. The province where Qicheng is located is one of the four most difficult provinces for the national college entrance examination, and high school students are under great pressure. Like public high schools, the summer vacation is one or two weeks of summer vacation. Only Eastern International High School is special. Most students in the school go abroad after rushing, so many students choose to go abroad for vacation or participate in summer camps during the holidays. Few people in the school are willing to come to make up classes, so it's better to give them a holiday happily.
The holiday is a holiday, but the school doesn't want them to play ambitions anymore, so it is reported that the first day of school will be an exam in the future, and the students will be tight. It's just that the beginning of school will not be as strict as the final exam of the monthly exam. It is just that the students are allowed to do their own papers in the class, and the scores will not be posted on the bulletin board.
Lin Qingyin felt that she could still work hard in the past two days. It was too late to make up for physics, but she could still sprint in Chinese.
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After a summer vacation, the students seemed a little excited to return to school. Several girls chatted about clothes and jewelry, and some talked about travel abroad during the summer vacation. The laughter and joy in the class looked extremely harmonious.
Sitting by the bed, Shu Junyi flirted with his hair and just saw a familiar figure downstairs outside the window. He immediately crouched on the window sill and yelled a little excitedly: "Classmates, the top pick in our class is here. "
"Secondary school entrance examination champion?" Li Mingyu, who was sitting across from Shu Junyi, laughed loudly: "The senior middle school entrance examination champion was 35 in our class, so what do I mean by the thirty-fourth in the entrance examination? Her father?"
There was a deafening laughter in the classroom. The daughters next to each other glanced at each other with a smirk on their faces: "Daddy of the champion, give your champion a meeting gift!"
Li Mingyu rubbed his hands happily, and some said one after another, "You wait and see."
The sanitary supplies cleaned by day-time students in the morning are all left behind in the classroom. Most of these students at Oriental International High School are rich second-generation students, and they are in the second-year period. It is completely impossible to make a net profit.
On the trash can at the back of the classroom is a basin of black water that was lazily dumped after wiping the blackboard and windowsill on duty. Li Mingyu is not too dirty. He trots all the way to the front door of the classroom with a pan. The other students know what he wants to do. , There are those who help the door, some who help move the stool, and some people are happy to take pictures and prepare to post a photo to the circle of friends.
Lin Qingyin, who was walking in the corridor, looked towards the classroom with some awareness. She suddenly stopped, took out a coin from her pocket and bounced it out...
Shu Junyi leaned on the chair while listening to the movement in the corridor while urging Li Mingyu in a low voice: "Hurry up, she is here!"
"I see..." Li Mingyu heard a crisp "boom" before he finished speaking, and then he felt that his hands were empty. Before he understood what was going on, he felt like it was raining on top of his head. The pot was dirty. The water was right on his head. Shu Junyi, who was helping with the stool next to him, didn't have time to escape. His new sportswear was half wet, and there was a dirty rag hanging on his shoulders.
There was a chattering sound in the classroom, and after two seconds of silence, everyone couldn't help but laugh at the desk. A few of them laughed with Li Mingyu and Shu Junyi and burst into tears.
Li Mingyu jumped off the chair scoldingly. He wiped the water off his head. He always felt a disgusting smell of rags. When his anger reached its peak, the door suddenly opened. Lin Qingyin walked in with his schoolbag on his back. When passing by Li Mingyu, he said lightly: "Wet body looks good, but it's easy to split. "
"Damn!"
Li Mingyu was already angry, but when Lin Qingyin's words aroused him, he became even more angry. He stretched out his hand to grab her hair. But Lin Qingyin seemed to have eyes on his back, but when Li Mingyu was about to catch her, he took a quick step. Li Mingyu's shoes slipped under the dirty water on the floor, and one leg went out in a daze, making a standard vertical fork.
Lin Qingyin put his schoolbag on the table and praised: "The posture is quite standard, but your shoes are not well-colored, and you are rushing with you. Beware of the blood and light disaster."
Li Mingyu no longer had a quarrel with Lin Qingyin at this time. People who had never practiced dance suddenly had a vertical fork, where it seemed to be torn apart, and the soreness was beyond words to describe.
He was leaning on a corner of the table next to him and wanted to stand up with some strength. When he suddenly tried hard, the table tilted, and the glass on the table flew up, hitting his forehead heavily, and blood flowed down.
Lin Qingyin shook his head with elbows on the table with some regret: "Tell you to be careful of the blood and light disaster."
There was silence in the classroom, Shu Junyi tore off the rag from his shoulder and threw it on the ground: "Lin Qingyin, are you brooming fine?!"