Double Life: My whole world is you

Most of the students in the class were born in 1993. Cheng Qiao explained with a smile, "For those born in 1993, my mother reported me as one year older and my brother as one year younger to avoid being fined."

"Oh, I see! Is your birthday according to the lunar calendar or the solar calendar?" Cheng Hui asked.

"The lunar calendar!" Everyone answered unanimously.

"Cheng Qiao, your birthday is March 1st?" Wang Ran asked while holding her ID card.

"My mother made up this birthday for me." Cheng Qiao responded with an awkward smile.

"Then when is your birthday?" Wang Liqin asked.

"April 4th of the lunar calendar," Cheng Qiao answered. Zhang Yandi on the left was also silently repeating the date in his mind.

"Your date is great!" Cheng Hui said with a smile, "There's only one April 8th in a year, so your April 18th is easy to remember!"

"April 18th." Cheng Ye, who was sitting in the first row of the second group, silently remembered this day.

"It's okay!" Cheng Qiao smiled. The children in the back were used to celebrating their birthdays according to the Gregorian calendar, and birthdays according to the lunar calendar were actually not very easy to remember.

Before they could finish talking, the political teacher, Principal Xu, appeared in the classroom. Wang Ran handed his ID card to Cheng Qiao and turned around to sit down. Cheng Qiao put away his ID card and took out his political textbook...

The third and fourth classes in the morning were spent under the urging of Principal Xu because the geography teacher was absent due to some matters. When their class came to get lunch after school, there were no students from other classes in the cafeteria.

Cheng Qiao got a bowl of rice from the food window, ran to the classroom quickly, took a bag of spicy skin and some soybeans from her bag, but was surprised to find two more bags of pickled mustard, which she ate together. When Zhang Min and the others came to the classroom, Cheng Qiao had almost finished eating. Wang Liqin scolded, "Why are you running so fast?"

"I have to write a self-criticism after I finish eating!" Cheng Qiao replied.

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten." Wang Liqin also quickened the pace of eating.

"Um, can you copy some for me after you finish writing?" Wang Ran asked embarrassedly, sticking out his tongue.

"No." Wang Liqin refused immediately.

Wang Ran looked at Cheng Qiao. Cheng Qiao finished the last bite of rice and put down the bowl. After a moment, he said, "As long as you have the nerve."

"Well, I'd better finish eating and get back to work." Wang Ran immediately sped up his eating.

After dinner, Cheng Qiao started writing her self-review. As she had experience writing before, she wrote smoothly. After a while, she finished writing. After counting, she found that there were 16 words missing. She gritted her teeth and added a row at the end. [I will work hard, remember the teacher's teachings, strive to bring honor to the teacher and the class, and will not be late next time.] After she finished writing and counting, she realized that there were 19 words missing. She took out the correction fluid and deleted the two sentences in the middle.

The bell for lunch self-study rang, and Teacher Wu appeared in the classroom on time. He stood on the podium and said solemnly, "The school exam dates have been set. The final exams will be held on Tuesday and Wednesday of this week."

After hearing his words and getting used to his tyranny, everyone dared not express their ideas. Cheng Qiao also understood that today was the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and the final exams next week were inevitable. But the weekend might be ruined, right?

But after waiting for three minutes, Teacher Wu still didn't respond. Cheng Qiao looked up and saw that he just sat down on the side of the podium. Cheng Qiao was a little surprised. Was it a two-day weekend holiday?

After the afternoon self-study, Cheng Qiao had two classes in the afternoon, all of which were English. So after using the restroom, Cheng Qiao ran to the classroom and immediately started reading an English book. At this time, Zhang Yandi next to her handed her a few pieces of paper. She took them and looked at them, her face full of surprise, "Yandi, this is a summary of English vocabulary and grammar!"

"Haha, I have one too." Wang Shun took out his share and showed it off to Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Qiao looked to the right and found that Wang Shun, Luo Xu and Yang Lei all had them. Cheng Qiao looked at the handwritten notes in her hand and gave Zhang Yandi a big thumbs up. This university bully is really amazing! Not only does he have good grades, but he also cares about students like them who have average grades. But she didn't know that he wrote her copy stroke by stroke, and he even marked the key points with a red pen. He asked his uncle to help copy the other copies, just because he didn't want her to feel pressured, and he didn't want others to know how special he was to her.

Zhang Yandi looked at her reaction and smiled happily. It was worthwhile for him to take notes after a week of hard work. He responded gently, "As long as it helps you."

"This will definitely help us." Yang Lei said behind him, "I'm sure you contributed half of my English test score this time! I benefited a lot from your summary last time."

"What is it?" At this time, her deskmate Zhang Wen sat down and asked.

"It's nothing, just a magic weapon for poor students." Yang Lei put away the information and replied.

Zhang Wen glared at her and pouted. Cheng Qiao turned her gaze away and looked at the third group of people. Zhang Li behind her patted her. Cheng Qiao turned around and Zhang Li said, "Cheng Qiao, can you lend it to me?"

At this time, the class bell rang, and Teacher Yang walked in. Cheng Qiao threw the materials to the back, and Zhang Li quickly said, "I'll return them to you after school."

Now that the holiday is approaching, Mr. Yang still focuses on reviewing in the two English classes. Although it still sounds laborious, it is still acceptable. After English class, there is Mr. Wang's history class. Today, Mr. Wang put away his usual storytelling style and wrote the timeline of modern history on the blackboard. Then he asked everyone to underline the key points of the exam in the textbook. Finally, ten minutes after the school bell rang, he said, "Students, there will be no history class next Monday. This semester is officially over. Everyone should memorize and recite more at home these two days! Try to get full marks for everyone!"

"Tsk!" The students behind started making noises again.

"If you get one more point in the exam, the New Year's money will be... you know what I mean!" He said, then walked out with a smile, holding the book.

Cheng Qiao put away her schoolbag and took the apology letter with her to the first floor office with Wang Liqin and Wang Ran. Teacher Wu was not there at the time, so the three of them quickly put their schoolbags away and ran out. Cheng Xia, Cheng Xiu and Wang Caiyun were waiting for them. The three of them looked at Wang Ran again, and Cheng Xia said, "Wang Ran, if you are late again next week, I will decide to abandon you."

"Yes! Teacher Li criticized us today." Wang Caiyun said, "We have an exam next week. If you are late again, it will be too much."

"Hey, you don't even know the look in our teacher Li's eyes." Cheng Xiu also added, "I shudder just thinking about it!"

Before Wang Ran could say anything, Wang Liqin glared at her again, "If you dare to be late again, I guarantee you won't be able to sleep in during this winter vacation."

“I don’t dare.” Wang Ran quickly expressed his opinion, “I spent an entire afternoon writing this 500-word self-criticism.”

Seeing that everyone was talking about her, Cheng Qiao patted her shoulder and said, "Let's go."

Several people walked out of the school gate. The boy in the corridor on the right sighed softly and walked into the classroom. At this time, Zhang Yandi just came out of the classroom. He glanced at the boy's profile and smiled faintly, but there was a hint of sadness in the corners of his eyes...