Sunday evening study.
Xue Yuantong returned to Class Eight and received all kinds of looks.
The classmates in the class didn't know what Xue Yuantong was doing. He took a leave of absence for more than a week. If Shan Qingrong hadn't said that Xue Yuantong was just on leave, they would have thought that Xue Yuantong was taken away by No. 2 Middle School.
Upon learning that Xue Yuantong had returned, Shan Qingrong came to the class before the evening self-study class started to visit Xue Yuantong. After making sure that she was fine, Shan Qingrong left with peace of mind.
Jiang Ning greeted Geng Lu.
Two days later, Geng Lu told Jiang Ning all the big and small things that happened in the past two days, such as buying new clothes, eating delicious food, and seeing funny jokes, chattering away.
After chatting for a while, Geng Lu looked at Ma Shicheng who was playing games, and her tone changed:
"Hey, isn't this our classmate Ma? Didn't you say you would work hard? Why did you only study for one evening?"
"Where has your persistence gone?"
"Are you insisting on playing games?"
Ma Shicheng was embarrassed as he could hear Geng Lu mocking him. If it were usual, he would definitely mock back and could have won the victory with the help of Shan Kaiquan, Guo Kunnan and Wang Longlong.
But now, he knew he was unreasonable and would only be laughed at if he spoke, so he simply kept silent and concentrated on playing with his phone.
Seeing that Ma Shicheng was a coward, Geng Lu did not pursue the matter.
In fact, Ma Shicheng did not really back down, but he was fully confident that he could improve his performance, but the time was not now.
Ma Shicheng took out his mobile phone and opened the forum.
Jiang Ning had keen senses. He noticed that Ma Shicheng was reading a post titled:
"The record started in the second year of high school, and I made it to 985 from scratch!"
The post was made two years ago. Ma Shicheng clicked on 'only view the original poster' and scrolled down.
The OP checks in his learning progress every day, marking the difficult points of the subjects, how to study scientifically, and how to work hard.
As Ma Shicheng scrolled, it seemed as if time had passed. The poster finally got his wish this year and was admitted to a 985 university. He also posted the university's admission letter.
Countless netizens sent congratulatory messages below.
This post was found by Ma Shicheng a few days ago. When he saw the poster working hard and achieving better results, he couldn't help but put himself into the story, feeling excited and unable to extricate himself.
Ma Shicheng collected the post and regarded it as spiritual medicine, which was a comfort to him when he was confused late at night.
He looked at the poster in the thread and firmly believed that he could do it.
He has a better foundation and a higher talent for learning than the OP. As long as he persists like the OP, he will definitely be able to get into a 985 university. At that time, everyone will have to crawl at his feet and watch him climb the mountain of that famous university.
When he thought of that scene, Ma Shicheng became so excited that he couldn't control himself. His parents' urging and his classmates' ridicule would all turn into admiration for him by then!
The author of the post started to work hard in his second year of high school. Ma Shicheng decided that he would study hard in his second year of high school, so he just had fun in his first year of high school!
It’s time for him to change himself when he’s in the second year of high school!
So Ma Shicheng started playing games and felt at ease. It didn’t matter, he was only in the first year of high school.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I will make a comeback when I am in the second year of high school!"
Ma Shicheng closed the forum contentedly and opened the game to fight.
Jiang Ning was silent for a while. He saw Ma Shicheng's performance and found it ridiculous.
…
It was the last evening self-study class. Students from Class 8 were studying. Class monitor Huang Zhongfei was sitting in front of the podium and scanning the classroom.
Wu Xiaoqi is not here again, needless to say, he must have gone to play basketball.
The day before yesterday, he consulted Shan Qingrong, who said that as long as Wu Xiaoqi did not disrupt his classmates' self-study, especially Xue Yuantong, then he should be left alone.
At the back of the classroom, Shan Kaiquan looked at the empty seat next to him and said sadly:
"Brother Nan, I want to play basketball, too."
Guo Kunnan said: "There is nothing we can do. Their parents are capable. Who told you that your parents didn't work hard?"
Shan Kaiquan said: "He ranked last in the class in this monthly exam. I really don't know how he got into No. 4 Middle School."
"Everyone understands." Guo Kunnan plays games.
…
At night, at the No. 4 Middle School basketball court, people’s shadows were swaying and the street lights were emitting a hazy yellow light.
"Brother Qi, you were in good shape today. You made five three-pointers." Deng Xiang gave him a thumbs up and praised.
"Next time you play against the sophomores, you'll definitely be able to beat them," he said.
Wu Xiaoqi patted the basketball with a defiant expression, shook his head, and said in a cocky tone:
"It's all thanks to my precious basketball~"
Deng Xiang looked at Wu Xiaoqi's basketball with an envious expression. Although Wu Xiaoqi usually did well and could beat up anyone he wanted, he could even run into other classes and beat them up.
But he was still very short of change. He couldn't even think about buying a basketball worth more than 800 yuan. He could only borrow Wu Xiaoqi's basketball to play with.
“This basketball is pretty good.”
"I like it too." Deng Xiang said.
Although Wu Xiaoqi has heard people praise his basketball skills countless times these days, he never gets tired of it. He said complacently:
"Especially the feel and stripes, it's so cool."
For someone as obsessed with basketball as he is, the temptation of a branded basketball is simply too great.
Every night when Wu Xiaoqi comes home, he doesn’t even eat. He wipes the basketball with a wet cloth, sprays it with alcohol, and then wipes it again with a dry cloth.
He put the basketball next to his bed before going to bed. He felt uneasy and couldn't sleep without touching the basketball.
Wu Xiaoqi was in exceptionally good form today, scoring goals one after another. It was almost time to leave school when he and Deng Xiang left the basketball court together.
Wu Xiaoqi has a strange temper, but when it comes to Deng Xiang, the two of them have similar personalities. Wu Xiaoqi is rich, and Deng Xiang likes to pretend and is loyal, so they soon get together.
When they were almost at Class 8, Wu Xiaoqi invited:
"Let's go sit in our class."
Deng Xiang suddenly remembered the last time he went to Class 8 to seek justice for his sister Gong Xuan, but he was beaten up. He still feels traumatized when he thinks about it now.
"I won't go. I saw Class 8 was dizzy." Deng Xiang waved his hands repeatedly.
Wu Xiaoqi snorted. He knew about Deng Xiang's situation. He said disdainfully:
"Isn't it just Jiang Ning? How can he be as scary as you say?"
"I was playing basketball in class, and he didn't dare to say anything."
"If the quality of the basketball I played wasn't so bad and it almost blew me up, I would definitely still be playing basketball in class."
Deng Xiang still shook his head. After all, Wu Xiaoqi's family was good, much better than his own. When Wu Xiaoqi fought with others, it was usually the other party that suffered. He could not compare.
Deng Xiang was about to say something when he suddenly received a phone call and his face changed drastically.
Wu Xiaoqi noticed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?"
"My brother is drinking outside and having a conflict with someone. I have to go check it out. There might be a fight." He was a little anxious. In high school, the friendship between boys was pure. If they heard that someone was in trouble, they would really dare to fight.
It's not like when you grow up and enter society, you have too many concerns.
When Wu Xiaoqi heard this, he held the ball and said, "Let's go together!"
He is not popular and has few friends, so he can't get enough people to play basketball with. If he could make two friends, he would be very happy.
Deng Xiang looked at the basketball in his arms and said, "It might be a mess over there."
Wu Xiaoqi thought about it and realized that was right. What if the basketball was accidentally damaged during a fight
That's his sweetheart.
"Wait for me."
Wu Xiaoqi entered through the back door holding the basketball. The student stools at No. 4 Middle School were square in shape, with a square pillar about ten centimeters above the stool legs, into which the basketball could fit without moving around.
Wu Xiaoqi touched the basketball and felt distressed:
"Baby, bear with it for a while. I'll pick you up when I'm done with my work!"
He put the basketball away and immediately left the classroom to support Deng Xiang.