Speaking of which, his ideal is not reasonable.
Tsinghua was her ideal, and he took the Tsinghua exam for her.
So, to be precise, he has two ideals, one is Lin Wei, and the other is Lin Wei's ideal.
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Next to the podium in each high school classroom, there is a countdown sign.
There are 60 days left until the college entrance examination.
There are 59 days left until the college entrance examination.
There are 58 days left until the college entrance examination.
…
The red numbers that change every day give everyone a sense of urgency.
The homework that should be reviewed has been reviewed a long time ago. During this period of time, every day is to do the paper, do the paper, and do the paper, so that when you open your eyes and close your eyes, the paper is swaying in front of you.
The weather was getting hot day by day, and cicadas chirped from the plane trees outside the window. The number of days left before the college entrance examination became 30.
There was only one month left, and the school held the last mock test, and the scores this time were basically the closest to the college entrance examination scores.
The results of the mock exam came out very quickly, and Lin Wei, who had been sitting at the top for three years, was no longer the one who stood out.
Jiang Su stood next to her. They were the first in their grades. The two had the same total score, but Jiang Su was a few points lower than Lin Wei in Li Zong and English, and Lin Wei was a few points lower than Jiang Su in Chinese and mathematics. .
After the mock test this time, the teacher is no longer the same as before. Every day is to encourage everyone to study hard. It is approaching the college entrance examination. Everyone knows in their hearts that it is too late to study now. , at this moment, it is more important to remember what you have learned and maintain a good psychological quality.
Lin Wei no longer does the same day and night quizzes as before. She starts to go to bed early and get up early every day, eat and drink well, and while doing the paperwork every day, she will spare some time to learn the basics from the first year of high school to the third year of high school. Take a look.
The daily life of senior high school students is very similar to copying and pasting the day before.
Boring and tasteless, but filling.
The third year of high school is very hard, and no matter how hard it is, there will be a day when all the hardships and joys will come.
Unconsciously, the number of countdown to the college entrance examination has changed from an even number to an odd number.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5…
On the afternoon of the day when the countdown number for the college entrance examination became 3, Jiang Zhangyun stepped into the classroom.
The class was quiet. Not a single classmate was sitting on the table with their own questions. She didn't say a word. She walked around the classroom and then stood at the back. She secretly took a picture with her mobile phone. .
She zoomed in on the photo, stared at the heads reading a book with their heads lowered for a while, then walked out of the classroom, walked to the front door from the corridor, reached out and knocked on the door: "Everyone look up."
The students in the class put down their pens one by one, and everyone looked up at the podium.
Standing on the lecture table, Jiang Zhangyun glanced at each student's face one by one, then lowered his head and smiled: "Are you tired of studying? Come on, relax, the teacher will sing a song for you."
A boy in the class blew a whistle, and many people began to applaud and boo.
Jiang Zhangyun raised his hand and gestured, and after everyone was quiet, he cleared his voice and said, "Teacher sings a cappella, the singing is not good, don't mind everyone."
"How many times I have sweated like rain, and the pain has filled my memory, just because I always believe that you can win by fighting hard..."
Jiang Zhangyun sang "Believe in Yourself" by Zero Point.
She sang very well in the first half, but in the middle, her voice was a little choked up.
Many students in the class already know what this song represents, and many girls with low tears have quietly lowered their heads and secretly wiped their tears.
Jiang Zhangyun couldn't sing anymore, she stopped, not knowing who took the lead, and then she sang down where she sang, and then one after another, the classmates opened their mouths.
The head teacher's solo became the whole class chorus.
At the end of the singing, Jiang Zhangyun held the chalk and turned to write three lines on the blackboard.
"May you ride the wind and waves and return as a teenager."
"May everyone you meet in the future treat you with the same sincerity as a teacher."
"May your future be prosperous."
After writing these three sentences, Jiang Zhangyun stood with his back to the whole class for a while, then turned around and bowed deeply to the students in a classroom: "I wish you a happy graduation."
The whole class stood up and bowed, shouting in unison, "Teacher has worked hard."
Jiang Zhangyun raised his hand, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and began to send out the admission ticket for the college entrance examination.
She sent it herself, and every time it was sent to a classmate, she would say a word.
Every sentence is different from every sentence. It can be seen that Jiang Zhangyun has put her heart into it. She has tailored a sentence for each classmate.
In that afternoon's class, almost all the students spent crying.
After that class is over, the seniors can go home, and the next two days are days for adjustment and rest.
The third year of high school was full of excitement that day. Everyone threw the test papers and textbooks into the school, and the director of the Academic Affairs Office reprimanded them to no avail. In the end, they could only shout angrily to pick up waste paper from the school.
After all, they have been in the same class for three years, no matter whether they are familiar or not, everyone still has some feelings.
Before leaving the classroom, everyone in the class was walking around the streets looking for someone to write a classmate record and take a group photo.
Lin Wei was no exception, she followed Bai Jian through the streets.
However, when walking to Liang Sichen in the first row, Bai Jian handed over the classmate's record and shouted "Squad Leader" for Liang Sichen to write, but Lin Wei didn't say anything. over the table.
Liang Sichen stopped holding the pen, looking at Lin Wei who wanted to stop her, but didn't.
As soon as Lin Wei returned to the dormitory and packed her things, Song Jin came.
Not only Song Jin, but also Chen Zhan came.
Lin Wei didn't have a lot of things, but she lived in the school for three months anyway. She brought things from home to the school one after another. After packing, she didn't have a lot.
On the way home, in Chen Xian’s car, Song Jin sat in the last row with Lin Wei. She kept asking Lin Wei where the admission ticket was kept, whether she had bought the pen, and frequently told Lin Wei not to eat cold food these days. Stuff, free exam diarrhea.
Song Jin is not a talkative person. On the contrary, she talks very little and is cold to everyone.
Lin Wei was not stupid, she could see that Song Jin was nervous, she didn't pierce her, every time she repeated it, she responded, and when she was about to get home, Lin Wei boldly hugged Song Jin's arm, Leaning his head on it.
Song Jin closed his mouth and looked down at the top of Lin Wei's furry head for a while, then turned to look out the window.
Lin Wei leaned against Song Jin's arm for a while, and whispered, "Thank you, Aunt Song."
Song Jin didn't speak. She looked at the unfamiliar scenery near the community, and the corners of her lips slowly twitched.
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On July 5, Song Jin accompanied Lin Wei to the examination room.
Lin Wei's luck was not very good. The exam place was a little far from where she lived. Song Jin calculated the time. It would take an hour to go back and forth. She simply booked a suite in a five-star hotel near the school.
On July 6, Song Jin got up early in the morning to pack up, and followed Lin Wei to the hotel to check in.
There are two rooms in the suite. Song Jin gave the big room to Lin Wei and lived in the children's room.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Song Jin began to urge Lin Wei to rest.
Lin Wei took a shower and went to bed early obediently.
She was not sleepy, she lay down and played with her phone for a while, and even read the newly updated chapter of the novel she was chasing.
At about ten o'clock, she was about to put down her phone to rest, but after thinking about it, she clicked on WeChat.
She pressed the keyboard, and as soon as she sent the message, her phone vibrated in her palm.
SU: Come on tomorrow.
I want to go to Tsinghua University: Come on tomorrow.
Lin Wei smiled.
He and her are too tacit.
She held the phone and thought for a while, then pressed the keyboard a few times.
I want to go to Tsinghua University: you pat me.
SU:
I want to go to Tsinghua University: Take a pat on the new features of WeChat.
Three seconds later, Lin Wei's phone vibrated, and a row of small black characters appeared on the phone's screen—
"SU" patted my head and said: Wei Bao, see you the day after tomorrow.
As Lin Wei pressed the keyboard, she thought to herself that she was really a little showman, who could write and direct a play by herself.
I want to go to Tsinghua University: Okay, Susu, see you the day after tomorrow.
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(End of this chapter)