The next evening at the science to liberal arts cram school, the geography teacher was explaining the small test paper from the previous day.
The remedial classes are held three times a week in the lecture hall that is usually used for open classes and are specifically for students who are about to switch from science to liberal arts in their senior year of high school.
At this moment, there were about twenty or thirty people sitting sparsely in the classroom.
There were three people in Class 10, Gu Jianian, Song Minwen, and another girl who switched from science to liberal arts in her second year of high school.
It was only after school started that Gu Jianian found out that the liberal arts department of No. 9 Middle School was the largest among all the high schools in Beilin. In each class, liberal arts students accounted for as much as 45%.
She remembered that in Lingao High School, the number of liberal arts students was only one-fifth of that of science students.
Under such circumstances, No. 9 Middle School attaches much more importance to liberal arts than other schools, and is also very friendly to students switching from science to liberal arts, which is why such additional tutoring classes for switching from science to liberal arts were created.
Unexpectedly, she came to the right place by accident.
But today, Gu Jianian was absent.
My brain was completely unable to concentrate, and all the words on the blackboard flashed before my eyes in bits and pieces. The chalk marks disappeared and reorganized into several other words.
"Yours, Yanchi."
In the late autumn of Beilin, in mid-November, the frost has passed.
The evening breeze, which was close to zero degrees, kept lifting the curtains, and the night rain was like splashed ink.
In the huge classroom, the sound of chalk scratching across the blackboard was accompanied by the sound of students in the back row whispering to each other.
Gu Jianian's face slowly began to get hot.
She had never expected Chi Yan to write back to her.
He actually... knew it was her.
In her last letter, she didn't write a sender at all.
But the envelope of this reply clearly read: "Zhushan City No. 9 Middle School, Senior Class 30, to Gu Jianian."
That's why the dormitory manager could hand the letter to her directly.
After receiving the letter last night, Gu Jianian was filled with surprise and excitement. She read the reply letter of less than half a page over and over again many times, so much so that she finally reviewed it in bed until 3:30 before completing the task she had assigned to herself.
Fortunately, since she was new to the class, she was left alone when the dormitories were assigned, so she was able to live alone in a four-person room temporarily. She had no roommates, and she could study no matter how late she was without disturbing others.
Say reply.
Apart from the many greetings before, the signature was like a feather, tickling her heart from last night until now.
In fact, this way of signing is very common, just like the formulaic “Yours sincerely, xxx” at the end of an English letter.
But the same words expressed in Chinese have a more tender and gentle feeling than the respectful and polite English.
It was as if he really belonged to her.
Gu Jianian was thinking in a mess. Since Chi Yan knew it was her and wrote back to her, did it mean that maybe in a year she would have a slight chance of success
Or did he just want to encourage her to study hard like before
Two thoughts were fighting with each other in my brain, and neither was willing to be convinced by the other.
After letting his mind run wild for two questions, Gu Jianian finally came back to his senses.
She couldn't think of anything, so she drooped her shoulders and stretched out her hand to rub her temples vigorously, forcing herself to come back to her senses and listen carefully.