Halfway through the paper, Ji Rang received a reply from his first year: Classmate Ji, I just finished school, where are you? I will now take you to buy a tutorial book.
Ji Rang returned to him: No, I have already bought it.
He took a picture of the question he was doing and sent it over: What the hell does this question mean
It took five minutes for Wu Rui’s news to come back: You can think about this question from two aspects. The first aspect is the meaning of the verse itself. Please blow my dead thoughts down to the world, and let it promote new life like dead leaves. In his poem, the poet expresses his wish to nurture new life, indicating that the current world is withered and hopeless. The second aspect is the signal of the nineteenth century in the title. If you think about the situation in the Western world in the nineteenth century, the answer to this question will come out.
The long paragraph of text made Ji feel dizzy. At the end, he didn't even say the answer, let him think for himself!
Ji Rang gritted his teeth and could only read the text content sent by Wu Rui again, combining several options, hesitatingly asked: Choose C
Wu Rui: Yes, in the future, you will analyze the questions like this, and you will find that the answer to each question is obvious.
Ji Rang was not embarrassed to tell him that choosing C was actually a guessing guess.
After all, the big guy who only took a history class didn't know what the hell was the Western world in the 19th century.
However, Wu Rui's analysis has inspired him, and he will know how to figure it out when he solves the problem.
In this way, the correct rate of blindfolding has risen a bit.
The brainstorming boss just finished the multiple-choice questions, and Qi Ying has finished writing the entire paper. She looked at the young man who was still thinking about it, and waited for him while holding the Black Forest cake that she hadn't finished eating.
The young man frowned in thought, exactly the same as when the general sat in the study and gave the military parade scroll.
Those family dandies who were thrown into the training camp always annoyed him. He often sighed, how dare to hand this fertile soil into the hands of those ignorant and skillless.
At that time she didn't understand, she blinked and said, "There is a general."
With the generals, he will be able to guard these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
He touched her head amusedly: "Little fool, I am not a fairy."
He is not a god, he will die one day.
It's just that no one thought that that day would come so fast and so suddenly.
That was the fifth year she entered the general's mansion. The close mother who took care of her received a letter from the housekeeper and happily ran to her and told her that the general had won another battle and that the class would return soon.
The general has not returned for a full year since Guiyue left Beijing last year.
She was so happy that she cleaned the general mansion together with the mansion. As the New Year's Eve is approaching, I bought a lot of window lanterns and brought them back to hang. Even the flower gardens have been renovated and planted with winter-blooming camellia.
The mother also went to Jinxiufang to make a new dress and cloak for her. The cloak was bright red and ostentatious. It was completely different from her usual style of dressing, but the mother said that this color is now popular in Beijing. She has white skin and red is hard to say. She must be beaming to welcome the general home. It's good.
The general lost his mother in his early years and his father was lost in his youth. In previous years, the mansion in Beijing was guarded by only two or three old servants. After Qi Ying moved in, she added some maids and women one after another, which made her more popular.
He should be happy to see this festive and bright scene when he comes back to Beijing.
She agreed.
Within a few days, another urgent letter was passed to the palace. On that day, the emperor closed his court.
At that time, the news of the general's death spread to Beijing.
But no one came to tell her.
I probably think that she is nothing but an unknown concubine, and is not enough.
She just waited and waited with her fingers, and finally waited until the day when the army returned. That day, at the beginning of the new year, she wore that red cloak and waited for the general's coffin.
Those window grilles and lanterns that she put on by herself, and the lanterns she hung on herself, were lifted off by her own hands and replaced with white funeral flags.
She took off the red cloak, folded it, and put it on the head of the bed. She put on a white skirt and hung it over the beam of the room.
At that hour, the sun was still very sunny.
When you close your eyes, you can still see the golden light.
…
Qi Ying rubbed his eyes.
How lucky she was to meet him again. Those promises that were too late to say, and the New Year that he did not spend with him, this time, they can all make up for them bit by bit.
Ji Rang didn't know that the little girl opposite had already cried quietly, and he was still struggling with the test paper.
Multiple-choice questions can be misunderstood, but the big questions that follow can only be done by turning over the book. When I was about to reach out for the textbook, I suddenly remembered that Qi Ying hadn't touched the book when he was doing the problem just now.
Doesn't it seem rubbish that he still needs to read the book
The big guy who doesn't want to face his scumbag status can only stare at the next one.
It won’t be the next one, very good.
He doesn't go where there is a mountain of books, but he doesn't have a boat if the sea of study is boundless.
Horizontal batch: idols are too burdened.
Ji Rang glanced at the door, and the sky was gradually darkening. He collected the test papers for an excuse, and typed on his cell phone to show her: It's getting dark, let's go home.
She didn't want him to send it, because she was worried that it would delay his time, after all, where he lives and her home are two directions. Ji Rang had accepted the "fact" that she disliked his motorcycle, and was unhappy but sent her to the bus stop without showing her face.
This time period is no longer crowded, and there are still many places when the car arrives. He handed her the schoolbag and said sullenly, "Go."
Qi Ying looked up at him slightly.
I don't know if it's the wind blowing, her eyes are a little red, and her eyes are gentle and tired when she sees him.
Ji Rang was inexplicably numb with the look in his eyes. He interrupted with a smile and said, "What? I can't bear it, Lao Tzu."
The bus stopped behind and opened the door.
Qi Ying suddenly hugged him on tiptoe.
I just felt that a little sweet and soft thing came in my arms. Before he could react, Qi Ying had already taken his schoolbag, turned and ran on the bus.
The night wind whirled past him and swept away the sweet fragrance remaining in his arms.
The bus was already moving, and Qi Ying was lying by the window, waving his hands and smiling at him.
Only then did the gangster who reacted become a wooden man.
Who did you learn to run after teasing? !
No, she has already taken advantage of it twice, so next time I must take the initiative to take the advantage back!
…
When he arrived at school the next day, Wu Rui took advantage of the early self-study before he ran to Class 9 to find Ji Rang. The first one appeared here, which immediately aroused onlookers. A few bastards laughed and blocked him: "Oh, isn't this the first one, why come to us?"
Wu Rui said: "I'm here to find Ji Rang."
A group of people roared with laughter: "Fuck, this nerd still wants to find Brother Ren? I'm afraid it's not tickle to get a punch?"
Ji Rang's icy voice came from behind: "I see you are itching to be beaten."
When several people saw him, their necks shrank in fright and ran away. Wu Rui suddenly felt a sense of being overwhelmed by a senior boss, and he was a little excited when he thought about it.
He endured his excitement and passed the notebook in his hand: "Student Ji, this is the study plan I tailored for you last night according to your situation. You can take a look at it first, and I will come to you after lunch at noon and give it to you. Tell me more carefully."
Ji Rang reached out and took it: "Thanks."
Wu Rui waved his hand shyly: "Yes, it's not that you didn't give money."
Ji Rang thought that this kid was quite funny, and smiled: "Okay, you can go back, class is about to start."
Wu Rui nodded and turned away. Ji Rang took the notebook and returned to his seat, turning over the first page of the notebook under the curious eyes of the surrounding circle.
I saw five big characters written sonorously on it:
[Attack Ji Rang]
Followed by a line of fine print below:-A four-week study plan.
Ji Rang:
What the fuck is the second grade boy in the first grade