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The matter between Lan Tian and Zhong Min came to an end. Jiang Wangshu didn't actually pay too much attention to them. She stared at her English test paper in a daze.

137 points.

It’s far from the full score.

She had looked at the scores of the first and second students in the grade, and both of them were better than her in Chinese and English, widening the gap between them.

Most students in Yixi Town were introduced to English in junior high school, and she was no exception. The worst thing was that the English she learned had a local accent, so she did very badly in the listening part this time.

Students at Beijing No. 1 Middle School have English courses in elementary school, and many have started learning it in kindergarten, and some even have special foreign teachers.

For example, Hua Tingjue, a rich kid who has traveled around the world since he was a child and has a private foreign teacher, has almost full marks in English listening, but his English is too colloquial and he doesn't have the grammatical skills to do the test.

Furthermore, the vocabulary of the English test in No. 1 Middle School is too large. The vocabulary for cloze and reading tests far exceeds the vocabulary book she looks at every day. She has also looked at other people's test papers given by the teacher. Lin Han and Yao Jingshu are good at using various rhetorical techniques in the composition part, but she can only use ordinary universal sentences.

The moment he saw the results, Jiang Wangshu truly understood the gap between himself and others, and the difference in educational resources between Yixi Town and Jing City.

She looked out the window. It was spring, flowers were blooming, birds were chirping and flying high. Everything was so beautiful. She suddenly thought of the smelly and gloomy Jiang family from which she had finally escaped.

The classroom was noisy. Jiang Wangshu quietly put the English test paper into the drawer, then took out his vocabulary book and started memorizing words.

She doesn't want to lose, nor does she want to be inferior to others.

Perhaps because she was too stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat, Jiang Wangshu had been restraining herself all day long, and Hua Tingjue had never seen her relax. Was she having her period?

Heard that women are no different from tigers these days, he didn't dare to ask, he could only guess in his mind, secretly bought brown sugar and mixed it with hot water, and carefully pushed it to her table, "Drink some water..."

Jiang Wangshu, who was working on a question, was interrupted and turned around with a frown.

At this time, Wen Yanlin called him from behind, "Brother Jue, it's time to play basketball."

Hua Tingjue ran for his life. After playing ball for a while, he sat on the steps and drank water. He heard people chatting next door. It seemed to be the group of arrogant and proud top students in the Evergreen Class.

Hearing that they were talking about grades, he silently rolled his eyes. He was never interested in anything. Just as he was about to leave, he heard them mention Jiang Wangshu's name.

"Hey, I didn't expect Jiang Wangshu to be so powerful."

Awesome? Of course. Hua Tingjue paused while drinking water and continued to listen with his ears perked up.

"Yes, I ranked third in the grade."

"That's really awesome, but no matter how awesome he is, he's not as awesome as our Lord Lin."

Tsk, Hua Tingjue rolled his eyes.

"That's right. Master Lin is a genius in all sciences. He is good in every subject. How can Jiang Wangshu compare to him?" Hearing this, Hua Tingjue clenched his fists, stood up and prepared to go over to meet them.

Then I heard them say, "Of course she can't compare. Look at her English score, only 137 points, her composition is so stiff, and her listening skills...hahahaha, all wrong. People from the countryside are just unsophisticated."

The boy suddenly laughed loudly, and while laughing he punched the wind in the face.

"what!"

"Why do you hit someone?"

Wen Yanlin heard the noise and turned to see what was going on. He found out it was his good brother and shouted, "Brother Jue!" He rushed over in one swift step, cursing, "Damn it, you're bullying my brother Jue? I'll beat you to death!"

Song Yian also rushed over.

As a result, the evergreen class protected the evergreen class on the court, and the international class protected the international class. The situation once became uncontrollable.

The boy who was hit first staggered and fell to the ground, blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. One of the legs of the man with gold-rimmed glasses was broken, and he was groping around like a blind man.

Hua Tingjue pressed his hand and cursed, "What's wrong with you being from the countryside? Are you very successful in Beijing? How come I have never heard of you?"

"Bah, what a thing, you look down on people!"

After scolding him, he let go of his hand and pushed him into the hands of the group of people from the Evergreen Class.

The man who was beaten finally found his glasses and put them on. After seeing the person clearly, he pointed and cursed tremblingly: "You... Hua Tingjue, you!"

"You, you, you, what's wrong? You still want to get beaten?" Hua Tingjue raised his fist and pretended to go forward and hit him again.

Song Yian held him down and reminded him in a low voice: "Ajue, he is from the side branch of the Fu family." The Fu family is the richest family in Beijing, and other families except the Hua family are very wary of them.

Fu family? Fuck, Hua Tingjue spat in his heart. He should have thrown one more punch earlier. But he stopped in time because the Fu family was definitely not someone he could mess with, and he didn't want to cause trouble for his mother and the others.

Fu Chuncheng was frightened by Hua Tingjue's raised fist and shrank back in fear. He threatened, "Hua Tingjue, just wait for me."

Hua Tingjue raised his lips and sneered, "Hehe."

But after what they just said, he seemed to have figured out why Jiang Wangshu was unhappy today. Was it because his grades were not ideal and he did poorly on the exam?

He ran back to the classroom quickly, panting. The weather was getting hotter and hotter. He seemed to be steaming and there were a few beads of sweat on his forehead.

Jiang Wangshu subconsciously shrank back into his seat.

Hua Tingjue: “…”

It was a wrong payment.

"Are you unhappy?"

"what?"

"Are you unhappy because of your grades?"

"No."

Hua Tingjue was used to her saying one thing and thinking another, so he comforted her like a caring older brother: "Alas, your grades are already good enough. I can't even get half as good as you."

"And that's not what you call failing the test."

"Look at me." He casually pulled out a test paper and placed it in front of Jiang Wangshu. It was a math test paper with only 40 points.

"Grades are only temporary. Lin Han is good at English because he has been learning it since he was young. He knows more than one foreign language. If you had studied and gone abroad every day since you were young, wouldn't you have crushed him?"

Hua Tingjue began to speak out.

Blah blah blah...

Half an hour passed...

Again.

Jiang Wangshu lowered his eyes and sighed lightly. Song Yian turned and went out on the pretext of going to the bathroom. Wen Yanlin put on his headphones.

I have to say that Hua Tingjue has given it a thorough understanding of emotional value.

"Well, I see."

Just as the school bell rang, Jiang Wangshu asked him, "Do you know where to buy dictionaries nearby?" Her little tattered vocabulary book was not only old, but also could not keep up with the courses here, so she had to put it aside temporarily.

"What dictionary? Which language do you want to learn?" Hua Tingjue wondered. He thought Jiang Wangshu was stimulated by Lin Han's ability to speak several languages.

"English."

"So you are really unhappy because you didn't do well in the English test?"

"I'm not unhappy."

"Okay, okay, you didn't."

"Why buy anything? There are so many at home, and no one is looking at them now."

"walk home."

After saying that, he pulled Jiang Wangshu's sleeve and walked back to the car.