In the evening, Jiang Cheng "meditation" as usual, sorted out the contents that he had reviewed during this period of tomorrow's subjects. The books, notes and various materials on the table these days, he has not touched it again, and just sorted out all the time. What's already in my mind.
Gu Fei didn't meditate anymore, and there was nothing to think about. Today's exam was quite unexpected. It should be his best grade in the three years of high school. He just kept this feeling.
He closed the bedroom door, called Wang Xu in the living room and asked about Yi Jing's situation.
Yi Jing was sent to the hospital before finishing her math test. When she woke up, she cried dimly. She refused to stay in the hospital for a second and wanted to go home to review the subjects for tomorrow.
"She still has a high fever," Wang Xu said, "I feel that she is in a mess now, so she will go to the exam tomorrow... It's not easy to say what she can get in the exam."
"Are you at her house now?" Gu Fei asked.
"What can I do to stay at her house at this time? Old Xu Lao Lu just went up," Wang Xu sighed, "I have been standing downstairs."
"You go back first," Gu Fei said, "you can't follow the exam tomorrow."
"It's the same as if I don't break it. You know, that's it," Wang Xu said, "Da Fei, I will tell you something. If Yi Jing has to repeat the exam, I will accompany her to repeat the exam. "
Wang Xu's words were very determined, and his tone was very different from when he usually brags and pretends to be ruthless, with a solemn and sacred feeling. Gu Fei felt that he was speaking the truth this time.
The power of young love.
He hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, and stood by the window watching the scene outside, which was quieter than usual.
Compared with Yi Jing, Jiang Cheng's state is quite stable. This is what he has always been convinced by his five-body support. Jiang Cheng's stubborn self-confidence has its roots.
Even if he is a high school bully, he has the ability to do it.
If it weren't for Jiang Cheng, Gu Fei estimated that he would be just like Wang Xu in the college entrance examination this time.
High score, low score, what is the difference for yourself.
But this was accompanied by Jiang Cheng all the way, it seemed that he had been changing all kinds of tricks to make Jiang Cheng's review everything safe and satisfying, but Jiang Cheng gave him more.
Maybe Jiang Cheng didn't experience as much as he did, maybe those rifts didn't stop him for long enough, but Jiang Cheng had a strong aura that he could face head-on in the face of any setbacks, but he had never had it.
The more he looked at this Jiang Cheng, the more he felt sad.
He has been in the bottom of the river for too long, and it has been too long for him to follow the muddy water around him aimlessly. The more he wants to get closer to Jiang Cheng, the more he can see the gap.
For the first time, he faced an exam with a correct attitude, and for the first time, he carefully looked for the answer from his memory before writing on the exam.
But then, what else could he do, he was suddenly a little confused.
Jiang Cheng went to bed very early, before ten o'clock, after sorting out the knowledge in his mind, he took a shower and went to bed: "Boyfriend, sing a lullaby."
"...I never sang to Er Miao," Gu Fei sat down on the bed, thought for a while, and began to sing in a low voice, "Little rabbit, open the door..."
Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and laughed, but before he finished singing again, Jiang Cheng was already asleep.
Gu Fei didn’t feel sleepy, so he took Jiang Cheng’s notebook and opened it. He leaned on the bedside and looked at it slowly. He was quite good. He still remembered many things in the notebook, and he could probably remember the things he couldn’t remember clearly. Impressions.
I don't know whether Jiang Cheng secretly stuffed them into him, or he forcibly gnawed them in.
He turned his head and stared at Jiang Cheng, whose half of his face was buried in the pillow, what a lovely boyfriend...
After staring for a while, he reached out and grabbed a lock of hair on Jiang Cheng's forehead and rubbed it. Before he could rub it for the second time, Jiang Cheng frowned and slapped it over, half slapped on his hand, and half slapped. Patted on his face.
Then he turned over and went back to sleep.
What an awesome boyfriend, Gu Fei smiled, and when he was so awesome, he hit himself.
In fact, Jiang Cheng didn't sleep well. He turned over all night. Fortunately, Gu Fei was used to not sleeping well at night, and he didn't feel much.
When he got up in the morning, he looked at Jiang Cheng's appearance in good spirits, and he felt it was quite magical.
"One more effort today will be liberated," Jiang Cheng sat in the taxi, took out two lozenges, and gave him one. "Li Qian, this American ginseng lozenges is not bad, very refreshing."
"Yeah." Gu Fei nodded.
"You should try to fill the big subject of the comprehensive text as much as possible, even if you only remember one sentence, you should diverge and pull out a few lines of words," Jiang Cheng looked at him, "you know? Well, if you are happy, you might be able to give one more point or two points, and a five-pointer is also a point."
"Okay," Gu Fei smiled, "Do you still have time to control me?"
"I don't have time to care about others," Jiang Cheng said, "You still have surplus to care about you."
Gu Fei sat in his seat after entering the examination room, and it was the last day.
He never came to report any hope for his studies, and today is just a paragraph.
He never thought that one day he would feel so much about such a day.
The paper was sent down and spread out in front of him. He picked up the pen and dropped it. Every stroke and stroke carried the memory of Jiang Cheng. All his memories of these topics were related to Jiang Cheng.
When he encountered a familiar question, he would first remember what Jiang Cheng looked like when he memorized it. For some questions, he might not remember the specific content, but he could clearly remember a certain time, or even every time, he gave to Jiang Cheng. The scene when pulling back.
It's amazing to think about it. He would write down so many things that were of no interest in such a way, clearly or vaguely.
In the morning essay, he answered all major questions as much as possible according to Jiang Cheng's request, and even added some content during the inspection.
In the afternoon, English was not so easy to write, especially the composition, but he tried to use elementary school expressions as much as possible, using short sentences to make up the composition.
When the final exam bell rang, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's over.
My boyfriend doesn’t know what’s going on.
When everyone squeezed out together, all sorts of discussions began, those who were right about the answer, those who were happy with the answer, and those who were wrong and annoyed when the answer was wrong, and then they heard someone crying.
This kind of crying is very contagious. There are excitement, unwillingness, loss, and loss of wonder.
Jiang Cheng didn't have so many emotions, he only felt relaxed, with springs under his feet and a hydrogen balloon tied to his body, and he wanted to jump every step of the way.
The test was very good. According to his accurate judgment, this was the second best and not the best one in all the tests he had taken since the first model. He didn't think much about the specific scores, nor did he plan to If you try to figure it out, he is not ready to get the answer right. (End of this chapter)