Rebirth: Those Years When I Was a Bad Student

Just as the third year of junior high school began, the Education Bureau issued a notice that physical education would be included in the high school entrance examination results starting from this year.

The total score is thirty points.

Please be notified that the school will resume physical education classes immediately.

I used to like physical education classes because I could play freely during the free time.

But it’s different now. I need to train constantly and I’m exhausted after a class.

For girls, there are 800 meters, sit-ups, and rope skipping. The latter two are based on how many you can do within two minutes, and there is a scoring standard.

For boys, they do 1,000 meters, pull-ups, and shot put.

Fortunately, I have a year to practice, so my results shouldn’t be so bad in the end.

During morning exercises, the third-year junior high school students gather in the playground at the back and run continuously for twenty-five minutes. There is no need to form a formation, just run.

Zhang Yumian runs on weekdays, so it’s nothing for her.

Zheng Yue was already a little tired after more than ten minutes. Although she usually practices dancing, there are still many differences between it and running.

Twenty minutes later, most of the students had already taken a break, as this was already their limit.

Now I feel like my legs are shaking when I walk.

Zheng Yue held her waist with her hands and ran forward panting, "Mianmian... I can't do it anymore... I'm going to rest first."

After saying that, he sat down and rested.

Zheng Yue walked over and found Zhang Wentian coming over as well, "What's going on? How can you be so weak as a man? That's not enough."

Zhang Wentian went over and sat down. "Why rush? The exam is next year. Besides, I have to exercise tomorrow, so I have to save some energy."

I watched the students in the team come down one by one to rest.

Cheng Yao and Zhang Yumian were still running without changing their speed. Their physical conditions were terrifyingly strong.

When it was over, everyone supported each other and went back to the classroom.

It was really difficult to go up the stairs.

Zhang Yumian pulled Zheng Yue and said, "Going up the stairs is fine, but going down the stairs is torture."

Who says it isn’t? The aftereffects of the last mountain climb are still fresh in my mind.

Zheng Yue thought that this situation would continue until the end of the third year of junior high school and it felt like there would be no end in sight.

The entire morning self-study session has passed, and everyone is still not recovered.

The math teacher came in and said with a smile, "Well, every point is not easy, right? Especially in math, if you write a piece at the beginning and the result is wrong at the end, then all your previous efforts will be wasted."

Everyone is now very familiar with Teacher Wang's teaching style, so no one dares to take advantage of her class.

Zhang Yumian, who was doing homework, suddenly saw a bottle of drink on the table. He looked up and saw that it was Cheng Yao. He took the Coke in his hand and said, "Refresh yourself."

Cheng Yao gave Zhang Yumian jasmine tea, and all three of them were pitiful.

Zhang Yumian took the jasmine tea on the table, took out the mint candy from her pocket, wrote "thank you" on a sticky note, and without turning around, she put her hand on the table behind her.

I accidentally saw this in a supermarket before, so I bought a pack of mint candies. It feels refreshing to eat one when I feel sleepy.

Zheng Yue opened the Coke and took a sip, then turned around and leaned his arm on the table in the back row and said, "Brother Cheng, can we make a deal? Can you bring me soda water next time?"

Zhang Wentian also took the opportunity to say, "Next time I'll choose soda."

Cheng Yao glanced at it and said calmly, "I can't remember it, go get it yourself next time."

Zhang Wentian immediately retorted, "There are things you can't remember." He then saw the jasmine tea on Zhang Yumian's desk, "No, then how can you remember that Zhang Yumian likes jasmine tea."

Cheng Yao looked up at the figure in front of him and said, "Easy to remember."

Zhang Wentian: “It’s not easy to remember.”

Zheng Yue's eyes moved between the two of them, as if she had discovered some big secret.

He also remembered that he saw someone giving Cheng Yao a love letter on the way home from school yesterday.

Now it seems that Cheng Yao is indeed much more handsome than before. He is tall, good at studying, has a good family background, and is a nice person.

Just a bit cold in character.

Zheng Yue looked down at the Coke in his hand and murmured, "It's easy to remember. It's really easy to remember."

After a moment, Zheng Yue deliberately said loudly, "Brother Cheng, did you ever think twice about the girl who sent you a love letter that day?"

Zhang Wentian, who was still bragging about himself a second ago, was instantly attracted, "Who, who, what love letter, who did my brother Cheng send a love letter to?"

Zheng Yue glanced at him speechlessly, "Who is it? Only our Brother Cheng needs a love letter, so someone else must have sent it to him."

Hearing Zheng Yue talking about sending a love letter, Zhang Yumian straightened his back and waited for the follow-up, but he never looked back. He still held the pen in his hand and lowered his head to keep reading.

Zheng Yue had been staring at her deskmate since she started asking the question. Although it was only a small change, she still noticed it.

So this is really a situation.

Then he continued to look at Cheng Yao, waiting for his answer.

Cheng Yao said directly, "I don't plan to fall in love too early." Then he continued to lower his head and do his homework.

Zheng Yue nodded and said "Oh".

Zhang Wentian's curiosity was still rising, and this bland remark could not quench it. "Brother Cheng, what do the girls in class look like? Are they pretty?"

Hearing this, Zheng Yue turned around and said, "Superficial."

Cheng Yao: "I don't know him, how would I know?"

Zhang Yumian didn't say a word the whole time, nor did she turn around to join in their conversation. It was as if she hadn't heard anything at all, and she continued to write the homework in her hands.

After returning home from school, Zhang Yumian practiced skipping rope downstairs, usually half an hour before meals.

After jumping rope, she went home and practiced sit-ups on the mat. Because of the morning exercises at school, she no longer gets up early to run.

Set aside half an hour in the evening to practice the remaining two items.

The high school entrance exam will test the knowledge points of these three years, so Zhang Yumian went to the bookstore and bought the corresponding test papers for the first and second year of junior high school, in order to check for gaps and review in advance.

The slow bird must fly first.

There can be no regrets this time.

Zheng Yue saw Zhang Yumian doing the first grade math test paper and couldn't help asking, "Mianmian, have you started reviewing?"

Zhang Yumian: "I guess so. Let me try to see how much I can still remember."

Zhang Yumian picked it up and took a look. Many of the knowledge points were already blurry. "Mianmian, your grades will definitely be good enough for you to get into No. 1 Middle School. Don't worry."

Zhang Yumian also knew that based on his current grades, he would most likely be able to get into No. 1 Middle School.

However, I am not sure whether I can get the more than 70 places in the rocket class.

Zhang Yumian: "I'm not worried. I just thought that since I've learned it, I should learn it better. I want to enter the rocket class of No. 1 Middle School."

Zheng Yue silently moved the test paper over and let Zhang Yumian continue to do the questions.

She doesn't have big aspirations. She just wants to be admitted to No. 1 Middle School, even if it's a slow class.

Anyway, it’s hard to say based on her previous grades, but since she became deskmate with Zhang Yumian, her grades have improved.

She has discussed this with her family and even if she can't get into No. 1 Middle School, getting into No. 2 Middle School shouldn't be a problem.