This year's winter vacation came early, so the final exam came shortly after the New Year's Day holiday.
The atmosphere in the class was tense, and the first few students in the class were eager to enter the key class at the beginning of the next semester.
Cheng Chu has no obsession with the key classes, but Gu Miao's grades have been getting better and better recently, and he was only a few places short of the last monthly exam to get into the key classes.
If nothing else, he will be able to enter the key class next semester.
For this reason, Cheng Chu has become more and more serious in his studies these days.
Next Monday is the final exam, so on Friday, the teacher asked everyone to clear the table.
The classroom was a mess, Cheng Chu touched Gu Miao's sleeve lightly, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to the key class?"
Amidst the noise, Gu Miao lowered her eyes.
He doesn't really care about these, anyway, he always just immerses himself in reading his own, whether it is the key class or the ordinary class, it makes no difference to him.
All this time, he just wanted to stay in the class with her, wherever.
But how could he dare to say that
Gu Miao clenched her hand holding the pen slightly and raised her eyes slightly.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the girl's eyes. Her eyes were clear and clear, as if she was holding a puddle of water, and she was also a little curious.
"Don't you want to?" Seeing that he didn't answer, she asked hesitantly.
Gu Miao pursed her lips and nodded silently.
She is such a dazzling girl, and she is top-notch in everything. After retiring from the key class, she must really want to go back.
If that's the case, he wants to go too.
Like a spring flower blooming, a small smile bloomed from the girl's eyes. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes completed the crescent moon, and her tone was light: "Then for this final exam, let's work together and enter the key class together."
Together... ...
Gu Miao's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and sweetness gradually came up from the bottom of her heart.
These two words seemed to carry magic power, and they took root and sprouted in his heart.
There was a slight cool breeze blowing in the classroom, bringing with it the coldness of a winter night.
The word book spread on the desk was rustling, Gu Miao looked down, only to feel that the originally obscure English had become moving.
When he got home on Friday, Cheng Chu found an unexpected guest at home.
The teenager was lying on his back on the sofa, with the phone screen in his hand, and his hair was curled up in a strand, which suppressed the originally lazy and uninhibited temperament.
He heard the sound of the door opening, his hands kept moving, and he lifted his eyelids. Seeing that it was Cheng Chu, he replied lazily, "I'm back."
"?" Is this your house or mine? Cheng Chu put down his schoolbag and asked indifferently, "Why are you here?"
A long "defeat" came from the phone, and Fu Xun threw the phone on the sofa and stretched, "I don't really want to come, your mother asked me to come."
Fu Xun was Uncle Cheng Chu's child. His parents were married in business, so they had no relationship at all.
Cheng Chu's mother felt that it was pitiful to leave the child at home alone, so she often asked him to come to the house for dinner.
Cheng Chu has no objection to him, but this child has two faces. In front of her parents and her brother, she looks like a good baby. When she comes to her, she always likes to contradict her.
She didn't want to pay attention to him, and went upstairs to review with her schoolbag.
But Fu Rong didn't want her to be so relaxed.
At the dinner table, she clipped Fu Xun with chopsticks and fish-flavored shredded pork, turned her head and said to Cheng Chu, "Wait and do your homework with your brother after dinner."
"I have the final exam next week, I have to review." Cheng Chu protested quickly.
Fu Rong smiled and said indifferently: "Oh, just let you and your brother do a homework together, if he doesn't know, he will ask you for advice, and it won't waste your time."
Fu Xun is now in the third year of junior high school, and his grades are in a mess. Cheng Chu estimates that he should be the last in the school.
really-
"How to do this?" He came over and asked a minute after he opened the homework.
Cheng Chu put down his pen and saw that he was asking the first multiple-choice question.
The title is: Among the following functions, the quadratic function is...
"Are you serious?" Cheng Chu looked at him and asked.
The boy's long and narrow phoenix eyes blinked, his face innocent, "Seriously."
"How did you learn morality?" Cheng Chu asked through gritted teeth.
Yude is the best junior high school in the city, and half of the students who graduate there every year will be admitted to a high school.
Fu Xun propped his head in one hand and turned the pen in the other, "Of course it's for a relationship."
He turned his head, looked at Cheng Chu strangely, and said in a beating tone, "Or do you think I passed the exam?"
This natural look successfully made Cheng Chu laugh, she took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said, "Give me the book."
The boy even handed her the book obediently this time.
Cheng Chu found out the content of the quadratic function from the book, and slapped the book in front of him with a slap. "You read the book first, and write it according to the examples in the book, and you won't ask me again."
"Oh." He scratched his head with the pen, and began to look down at the book obediently.
To be honest, Fu Xun really hates reading books, but he doesn't know if the lighting in the living room is too soft or the seats are too soft.
When he raised his head again, it was already half an hour later.
Fu Xun stared blankly at the test paper he had already done, and felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Cheng Chu came over and browsed it, and finally felt better.
"It's okay, but the formula for the third question is wrong. You need to recalculate it again."
Fu Xun put down his pen, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and wailed, "I want to rest, I'm tired."
"No, it's only half an hour, you have to work hard, at least you have to finish writing this test paper before taking a break." Cheng Chu looked at him seriously, "Just think about it, it's easy after writing, and you can play games. , instead of waiting until Sunday night to copy homework."
The girl was chattering, and Fu Xun's temple was jumping. He wanted to resist, but he could think about her words carefully, and he thought it made sense.
"Xingxingxing, don't talk about it." He rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, pretending to be deep: "I really can't stand you."
The living room is illuminated by bright lights, not too bright or dim.
Fu Xun lowered his head to write a few strokes, and suddenly touched her arm, "Is there an automatic pen?"
Cheng Chu flipped through the pencil case, "No, but there are sticky pens. If you're just drawing, you can use them as you go."
"Okay." Fu Xun pouted in disgust, but still took it.
Cheng Chu originally thought it was just a friendly interaction between siblings, but it wasn't until the exam on Monday that she found out that her card-painting pen was still in Fu Xunna.
Most of the people in the examination room were already seated, and a few people were still standing outside the examination room, taking their time and nervously reading their textbooks, as if they wanted to engrave knowledge in their minds in the last few minutes.
Cheng Chu was overwhelmed with urgency. She rummaged through the bag anxiously, trying to find another pencil or mechanical pen to replace it.
But no, nothing.
The corridor was extremely quiet, and Cheng Chu felt her hands were shaking. She was about to ask the teacher if she could borrow a pen in the exam room, but Gu Miao patted her on the shoulder and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
No. 1 Middle School divides the examination room according to the results. The results of the two people in the last examination are not far from each other, so they are divided into the same examination room.
In fact, Gu Miao had been sitting in the examination room for a long time. He had always been stable and did not like to crawl.
But seeing the girl standing in the corridor frowning and looking so anxious that she was about to cry, his heart tightened and he walked to the corridor almost immediately.
In the morning light, the girl drooped her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and said in a low voice, "I forgot to bring a marker pen. I wonder if the teacher can let me borrow it."
"I, lend you." Gu Miao blurted out without thinking.
The invigilator in their examination room is the senior supervisor, who has always been the strictest. Last time someone didn't bring a scribble pen, he insisted on not letting them borrow it, saying that he wanted to teach the careless person a lesson.
The morning sun was dazzling, and the corridor was quiet and silent. Cheng Chu raised his eyes, and his peach eyes were shining with water, "Then what do you do? Forget it, I'll wait and ask the teacher."
"I have many." Subconsciously, Gu Miao lied.
He has a card refill and can write with it, even if it's a little tough, he thought.
The cold wind blew into the empty examination room.
"There are still three minutes until the end of the exam." The invigilator's stern voice sounded: "Students who haven't painted their cards yet, please paint their cards first."
Gu Miao lowered her head, her hand holding the pen trembled, her thoughts were messed up into a pot of porridge.
There were only three minutes left, and his composition had not been finished yet. He wasted a lot of time because the card-painting refill was too difficult to use.
Chinese and English were not subjects he was good at, and it was common for him to write every time the bell rang.
The invigilator has already stood up and paced the examination room with his hands behind his back, while saying slowly, "There are two minutes left."
The cold wind in the winter blew into the classroom, and the biting chill made Gu Miao's hands stiff.
In the silent examination room, he could almost hear his own heartbeat nervously.
There are still two minutes, but he has only written to the beginning of the second side of the composition paper, which is still a long way from 800 words.
He shook his hands, desperately trying to stabilize his thoughts, and wrote an ending hastily.
"Okay, the time is up, please put down the pens in your hands, and pass the test paper and composition paper from back to front."
Gu Miao had to put down his pen with a "smack", his beating heart beating like a drum, making his throat tighten and his whole body stiff.
When he left the examination room, Cheng Chu had already put on his schoolbag.
At noon the sun was shining brightly, and the holly trees beside the teaching building cast golden shadows.
When the girl saw him coming, she hurried up to meet him, and asked softly, "How was the test?"
Gu Miao took the card-painting pen handed over by the girl, he lowered his eyes, and his appearance was reflected in the girl's peach blossom eyes.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, trying to pull out a smile, "Very good, how about you."
"I also did well in the test." The girl smiled, and the afternoon sunlight fell into her eyes. "I feel that we can both enter the key class this time."
At noon, the cold wind in the corridor seemed to blow into Gu Miao's heart, causing astringent pain in his heart.
He pursed his lips, the bitterness in his dark eyes.
No, he has no chance of entering the key class.
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