Rebirth: Those Years When I Was a Bad Student

Half an hour later, Zhang Yumian finished his exercises. He took out his schoolbag, thinking that he could read some biology after dinner and some Chinese before going to bed, so he put the two books into his schoolbag.

As soon as I went out of the front door, I ran into Cheng Yao coming out of the back door. He was wearing a blue and white school uniform. The summer school uniform of Chengbei Middle School is blue pants and white short-sleeved shirts.

He had short hair, unlike many boys who had non-mainstream hairstyles. He wore a pair of black canvas shoes, which were a little bleached from washing but very clean. He had a black schoolbag on his shoulders and a blank expression on his face, looking like someone owed him eight million.

However, his steps were very big, so he soon walked ahead of Zhang Yumian.

Zhang Yumian remembered that he also lived in the suburbs, but not in the same community.

Looking at his back, Zhang Yumian recalled her obsession with him in her previous life.

In fact, we still don’t understand where this “obsession” comes from.

I didn't even have a way to contact him at the beginning, but I thought about it for so many years.

Zhang Yumian warned herself in her heart that she was only thirteen years old and should focus on her studies and not think too much.

He will meet someone he likes and get married in the future, so he is destined to be just a passer-by in life.

She still decided to get to know Cheng Yao now and reconcile with herself in her second youth.

It is said that when you like someone, you will unconsciously put a filter on him/her. Now what she needs to do is to remove this filter. When she sees the real him, he may not be as perfect as she imagined.

Thinking of this, she quickly stepped forward and shouted, "Cheng Yao, do you still remember the homework the teacher assigned today? I'm afraid I'll forget it and won't be able to hand it in tomorrow."

Cheng Yao turned his head and looked at her. He seemed to have not expected that she would talk to him. He was stunned for a few seconds and said, "Do all the first part of the homework in Chapter 2 of the math homework, and the exercises in Unit 8 of English, and..."

Zhang Yumian took out a notebook and pen from her schoolbag, then squatted on the ground, put the notebook on her knees and held the pen and said, "Sorry, I haven't thought of so much. I'm afraid I'll forget it, so I'll write it down with a pen."

It was just an excuse, but I didn't expect to get a bunch of homework. Some of them were assigned a few days ago, and I don't remember much about them now. Fortunately, I only need to hand in math and English tomorrow.

I finished the math during self-study class, but I didn't bring the English with me at all.

Zhang Yumian raised his eyes and asked, "Do you know English? When will it be handed in? I didn't bring it to school."

Cheng Yao: "It should be after morning self-study"

Zhang Yumian nodded and said, "That's fine. I can make up for it during morning self-study tomorrow."

After putting the pen and notebook into the schoolbag, he stood up and said, "Then let's go together."

In order to reduce the sense of distance, she casually said, "I didn't expect that you have a good memory."

I thought he wouldn't respond, but after a dozen seconds I heard two words: "OK"

When they were parting, Zhang Yumian suddenly said, "By the way, Cheng Yao, do you know my name? I am..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Yao blurted out "Zhang Yumian"

Then she waved goodbye to him, went to the convenience store to buy a red pen, and then went to the drugstore to buy some medicated oil.

After returning home, Zhang Yumian started jumping rope. As long as she could grow one centimeter taller, all her efforts would be worth it.

Because the temperature was high and she was sweating all over after jumping rope, she took a shower.

I just went to have dinner. Tonight we had cold noodles, so it doesn’t matter if we eat a little later.

After dinner, Zhang Yumian returned to her room to read for a while and went to bed before ten o'clock.

Sitting at the desk, I opened the textbook. The first chapter of biology was about twenty pages long. Excluding the pictures, the content was only about fifteen pages.

It's already eight o'clock, so it should take less than an hour to finish watching it.

Now she is going to check on her brother Zhang Qingfeng's homework. She can't let this be like in her previous life, where he couldn't even go to high school.

Because it is summer, the room doors are usually open and only closed when sleeping.

Now his room door was closed and the light was on.

Without thinking, you know that it is definitely not a good thing.

Zhang Yumian knocked on the door and went in. Sure enough, he was playing games. He was lying on the bed like a boss. Her sister didn't know how to hide it at all.

She went in and pulled out a chair in front of the desk, sat down, picked up a book on the desk and said, "Have you finished your homework?"

Zhang Qingfeng said while playing games, "I've finished writing. What are you doing in my room?"

Zhang Yumian didn't say anything. Ten minutes later, he stood up and said, "I just checked your math homework and found all of it is wrong. Rewrite it now. If you don't understand, ask me."

Zhang Qingfeng raised his eyes to look at her, smiled and said, "Ask you? Can you?"

Oh my god, why does this sound so uncomfortable?

Zhang Yumian took a deep breath and told herself to stay calm. At thirteen, she wouldn't do that for a while, but at thirty, she would.

I walked over to him, took the game console from his hand and said, "You'll know if it works if you try. Hurry up and write, or I'll tell mom you have a game console."

When dealing with children, complaining to their parents is a more effective method.

Looking at his sour face, Zhang Yumian said coldly, "If you weren't my brother, would you think I would care about you? Don't worry, I don't have that much time to care about you. I will give you extra lessons every night from 8 to 8:30."

Looking at his slowly cooling face, I added, "As long as you rank first in the class, I won't care."

He sneered, "Are you kidding? I got first place in the class."

Zhang Yumian nodded and repeated, "Yes, you got first place in the class. How do you know it's not possible if you don't try?"

As the saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, so a student who doesn't want to be first is not a good student.

She took the math textbook from the table and said, "Let's start with the first lesson today."

In fact, she has thought it through. For children of this age, habit is the most important thing. As long as she cultivates good study habits for him now, he can feel the benefits of learning.

When he enters junior high school next year, I won’t have to worry too much about his academic problems.

By that time, he should have already developed the habit of actively learning.

After half an hour of explanation, Zhang Yumian found that his biggest problem now was that he could not learn to connect the knowledge points. His comprehension ability was still very good. She had discovered this before. Zhang Qingfeng had a problem that he learned things quickly and forgot them quickly.

After explaining the examples in the textbook, she wrote a few questions on a piece of draft paper and asked him to finish them and check them tomorrow.

By the way, I read the first English lesson to him and also recited the vocabulary words to him.

I was reluctant at first, but finally I was impressed by her spoken English.

I didn't expect that the skills that I had to put aside in my previous life would be so useful now. Fortunately, I went to work as a handyman in a foreign company at that time, so I didn't waste my free time and used it all to learn spoken English.

She could only explain to him that he usually read along with the tape, and gradually developed a sense of language. She even went back to the room to get the tape out and let her brother listen to it before going to bed at night to practice his sense of language.

When I returned to the room, it was already past eight forty.

I turned on the desk lamp and started reviewing biology, even though I hadn't looked through the textbook in years. At least I had learned it before, and the content was simple at this time, so some of the memories that had been buried deep in my heart also surfaced.

Fortunately, I didn’t return all the textbooks and teachers.

There are still about five pages of content to go, and I looked at the time and it was almost ten o'clock. I should go to bed early and read the rest tomorrow.

After lying down on the bed, I opened the Chinese textbook and prepared to read Dad’s Flowers Fall again before going to sleep.