Chapter 13 Does that boy look familiar? On the way home after evening self-study, Huang Baihan was still thinking about the three "obscene idioms" he had just used. At the same time, I was also wondering why Chen's Chinese performance had improved so rapidly. Chen Zhuo certainly couldn't tell the real reason, so he could only kick the ball back: "Didn't you ask me to follow your review pace and recite whatever you recite? Why are you asking me?" "what?" Da Huang, who was slowly letting go of his feelings, started to feel conflicted again when he heard Chen's answer. You followed my review pace, and in the end you scored 136 while I only scored 109? Why do I feel like you are playing me? "Chen Zhe, can you maintain this score in the second mock exam?" Huang Baihan said sourly: "If you can settle down, maybe you can really go to Peking University." Chen shook his head: "It's hard to say." In fact, Chen Zhuo felt that getting into Peking University was very dicey. 650-660 was almost his limit. With this score, he could barely get into Peking University or Tsinghua University, and he wouldn't be able to choose any good major.
You can't go into archaeology, the admission score for this major is very low, but after graduation you just need to take a shovel and go to the northwest to mine. “It’s best not to go to the capital.” Huang Baihan snorted: "We can see each other more often if we stay in Yuecheng. By the way, what did Teacher Yin want to talk to you about just now?" "She asked me to speak at the swearing-in ceremony..." Chen Zhuo then told the audience that he was going to go on stage to share “How to learn Chinese well”. Huang Baihan felt a little envious after hearing this. In the past, during the monthly exam summary meetings, Chen Zhe and I were the only students who could only sit at the bottom and listen to the lectures. However, since we had good friends with us, we didn’t feel much inside. Occasionally, you can also complain about the academic geniuses' manners, appearance and Mandarin proficiency. Now Chen Zhe is also going to go on stage, and Huang Baihan suddenly doesn’t know who to complain to. When they got home, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin were watching TV on the sofa. When they saw Chen coming back, Old Chen stood up with a smile and said, "Let the Queen Mother have a rest today. I will heat up some milk for our Prince." "Virtue!" Mao Xiaoqin patted her husband on the back, then walked over to Chen to help him get his slippers, and asked, "Are the scores for the first mock exam out?" "Out." Chen pointed to his schoolbag and said, "I got all the test papers back." "Really?" Mao Xiaoqin happily went to the sofa with her schoolbag. As the mother of a high school graduate, she had devoted a lot of time and energy this year. Sometimes she cared more about the test results than Chen Zhe. After taking out the test papers, Dr. Mao looked at them one by one and analyzed the reasons for the wrong questions: "Math 145, you must know how to do this fill-in-the-blank question, you were just too careless." "Physics 140. I heard the test questions are a bit difficult." "Chemistry 141, don't write so sloppily next time. The score on the paper is also important."
"English score is 92, Chen Zhuo, did you only read the reading comprehension without understanding it? Why did you only get 20 points?" "Chinese... eh? Lao Chen! Lao Chen!" Mao Xiaoqin suddenly screamed a few times. Chen Peisong, who was heating milk, ran over quickly. He thought that Chen had performed poorly this time, so his wife was quite emotional. She didn't even have time to wipe her hands and started to smooth things over: "Well, failing the exam is just a small test that allows Chen to understand his shortcomings and areas where he needs to work harder. As parents, we need to give our children more care and support to help him regain his confidence from failure..." "Don't bring your work habits home!" Mao Xiaoqin interrupted without hesitation: "My son's Chinese has improved. He scored 136." "what?" Chen Peisong took the Chinese test paper in surprise, looked over it several times and suddenly laughed out loud: "Mr. Zhao from the police station just texted me, saying that her daughter got 642 in the mock exam this time, and she secretly asked me how much she got this time." Zhao Suo and Lao Chen work in the same district. They have similar positions and overlapping work. Plus, he has a daughter who is a senior at the Provincial Experimental Middle School, so they get along very well. The two families often had dinner together. Chen Zhuo had also seen Zhao's daughter, who was short and fat like a shot put athlete. Her mother would not allow her to eat two more pieces of braised pork during meals. "My son's grades are not a tool for you to show off." Mao Xiaoqin was unhappy and urged Lao Chen to work: "Hurry up and heat up the milk. Chen has been hungry for a while." "Don't worry, leader. I'll do it right away!" Old Chen happily went to the kitchen. When Chen Zhuo returned to the bedroom, Mao Xiaoqin smiled and picked up her cell phone. She walked to the balcony and made a call: "Sister Zhang, good evening. How did your son Zihan do in the mock exam? He improved a little bit this time, with over 650 points..." ······ The next day, Monday, Chen Zhuo came to school as usual. Because the monthly exam had just ended, the teacher spent the next two days in class discussing the papers, and the days seemed to have returned to their real senior year life. Boring, lack of sleep, the wind is a bit sticky, and the beautiful sunset always appears suddenly during some evening self-study period. Li Jianming still came to harass Song Shiwei every day, but his behavior was a little more restrained, and Chen Zhe ignored him. It was not until Saturday evening study that the class teacher Yin Yanqiu came over and announced that the "Oath-taking Mobilization Meeting and First Model Exam Summary Meeting" would be held tomorrow afternoon. Deng Qian, as a representative of the senior three students, led everyone in taking the oath. Chen Zhuo also wanted to go on stage to share his experience in learning Chinese. This caused a little stir in the class. It turned out that in the head teacher's mind, Chen Zhuo was already on the same level as Deng Qian? Mou Jiawen turned her head and looked at Chen Zhuo, who was smiling gently, and immediately said to Song Shiwei, "Weiwei, Chen Zhuo has been working so hard recently. Is he planning to confess his feelings to you?" Song Shiwei, who was concentrating on doing her homework, was disturbed by her desk-mate. She didn't get angry. She reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears, immediately revealing a face that captivated everyone. She didn't seem to understand what Mou Jiawen meant and looked at her deskmate in confusion. "Look..." Mou Jiawen counted on her fingers and said, "Standing up for you was the first thing he did for you. He cut your hair to change his image in your eyes. He improved your academic performance so much that he can barely go to the same university as you. Even his personality seems to be less introverted than before." Song Shiwei didn't expect it to be possible to calculate this way. Could it be that all the positive changes in Chen were because of her? But she didn't like arguing, so she buried her head again and continued studying. "Hey~"
Xiao Mou didn't feel left out. Instead, she propped her chin up with her hand and sighed quietly, "If there's a boy willing to change for me, let alone Chen Zhuo, I'd be willing to date him even if it was Huang Baihan." As liberation was approaching, the suppressed thoughts of the boys and girls began to thaw gradually. ······ The next day was Sunday. Actually, school was pretty disgusting, so in order not to affect normal classes, the oath-taking ceremony was scheduled on Sunday afternoon. ——The only half-day break that senior high school students have in a week. At around three o'clock, the school loudspeaker began to call on everyone to gather in the playground. Then, more than 500 high school students walked downstairs reluctantly, cursing the stupid school. Each class stands together according to the order of the physical exercises, but there is no need to leave such large gaps between them as during the physical exercises. The classes can clearly see the students opposite them. The first speaker was He Yong, the principal of Zhixin Middle School. He strode to the microphone, holding up an A4 paper speech, and said loudly: "Dear teachers and dear students, spring has returned and everything is reviving. In this vibrant campus, we are holding a college entrance examination oath-taking meeting and the first mock exam summary meeting..." The students in the audience were somewhat curious at first, but soon lost interest in the lengthy speech and began to chat among themselves. At this time, a girl from Class 1 () suddenly patted the shoulder of another girl next to her and said, "Yu Xian, does that boy from the next class look familiar to you?" ······ (There will be another chapter around 8 o'clock tonight, please vote and support.) (End of this chapter)