Rebirth: Those Years When I Was a Bad Student

After the joint entrance examination, there was a short break.

I should know my results when I return to school on Monday.

Zhang Yumian opened his computer and contacted his editor, explaining that he had to prepare for the high school entrance exam and would not have many manuscripts, but he would try to publish two per month.

After arriving at school on Monday, I heard from many classmates that the test papers had been marked and even the scores had been recorded.

The transcript is in the office, and the ranking is naturally out.

The overall results were pretty good. Zhang Yumian ranked 32nd in the county and 4th in the grade. In the third year of junior high school, he was no longer in the same class as the first and second years, so everyone started to catch up.

Cheng Yao's grades were better, ranking third in the county and first in the grade.

Zhang Yumian was quite satisfied with her report card, but she also knew that a big part of the reason was that she had prepared for the math and physics exams for the first and second year of junior high school in advance.

I heard that the first place in the county was excellent in all subjects except composition, where his performance was extremely good, almost getting full marks.

Zhang Yumian looked at the test paper in his hand, thinking about how these insignificant one or two points could make a big difference between so many people.

She must maintain her current performance to achieve her goal.

Looking at Cheng Yao again, he felt that it was normal. In his previous life, his grades in the third grade of junior high school had always been at the top of the list.

I have to admit that learning sometimes requires talent.

Zhang Yumian's composition was rated as an excellent composition, and the results of the composition competition were also announced, winning the first prize.

The happiest person seemed to be Zheng Yue, "Brother Cheng, get ready to treat us, let's go after school."

Cheng Yao smiled and glanced at Zhang Yumian, "No problem, think about what to eat."

Zhang Yumian turned around and said "Thank you"

Cheng Yao suddenly said, "Don't just talk, do something practical."

Zhang Yumian was a little confused. She didn't know what to say. She was waiting for Cheng Yao's next words.

Zheng Yue, on the other hand, smiled with some ill intention, as if he had discovered some new continent.

Cheng Yao tapped the table with his hands and said, "Do you still have your previous Chinese test paper? Can you sort it out for me? I want to see your composition. Mine is still not good enough."

Zheng Yue's excitement disappeared in an instant and she stood up to fetch some water.

Zhang Yumian still had all his test papers, and he nodded in agreement. If his Chinese grades improved a little more, he would probably get a better score.

During the meal, Zheng Yue said, "Mianmian, we may have to separate in high school. My current grades are still a little short of No. 1 Middle School. Although I may be able to get in if I work hard, I think the atmosphere of No. 1 Middle School may not be suitable for me. I plan to go to No. 2 Middle School and continue to learn dance."

Zhang Yumian comforted her, "It's good that you have a goal. Although we are not in the same school, we can still meet often."

"That's right, you will always be my best friend, cheers." Zheng Yue raised his hand and took the glass, feeling quite generous.

Zhang Wentian interrupted, "Zheng Yue, you don't have to feel lonely. I'll go to No. 2 Middle School to accompany you."

Cheng Yao: "What's going on? Weren't we here to celebrate Zhang Yumian's award? It's like she disappeared right after graduation."

Zhang Yumian: "That's right, hurry up and eat, the third grade of junior high school has just started."

But it was over soon.

It seems that because of this joint examination, everyone has a clear idea of ​​their position and has become more goal-oriented.

I also know what direction to work towards.

In order to strengthen practice, a test paper will be distributed every afternoon during self-study.

The strategy of doing a lot of questions has begun.

The only way to recover from the physical and mental fatigue is to rest during the National Day holiday.

However, on the day before the holiday, I was faced with more than a dozen test papers.

Zhang Yumian would do test papers at home, and sometimes listen to music or read books to relax.

It has been a long time since she watched those meaningless soap operas, and she threw away all these previous spiritual food.

On the last day of National Day, Zhang Yumian went out shopping and met Xu Guanzhong.

He was actually smoking, and this discovery shocked Zhang Yumian a lot.

Since the last time, the two would chat on QQ from time to time.

But in Zhang Yumian's memory, he was a boy who didn't smoke or drink.

At this moment, he was holding a cigarette in his hand, leaning against a big locust tree and talking to his companion next to him, with smoke curling from his mouth.

Because of the distance, I couldn't hear their conversation clearly.

Zhang Yumian kept wondering what had happened to him, why he didn't repeat a grade, and why he learned to smoke.

Perhaps his friend noticed that Zhang Yumian's eyes were fixed on the opposite side, Xu Guanzhong also looked over there, and after finding out that it was Zhang Yumian, he put out the cigarette in his hand and walked straight over.

"I came here alone." Xu Guanzhong asked

As soon as he came over, Zhang Yumian asked, smelling cigarettes, he must have smoked more than one, "Why are you smoking? Is there something on your mind?"

Xu Guanzhong was a little stunned. When other people knew that he smoked, they all said that he had learned bad habits and made bad friends.

She is the only one asking you if you have anything on your mind?

What should he say? Say that his mother abandoned him and took his younger brother away, that his father was not home every day, and that he was now like an unwanted child?

No, he doesn't want sympathy. He has seen too much of this kind of sympathy since his mother passed away. In fact, it is just pity for you, which he doesn't need.

Xu Guanzhong smiled and tilted his head and said, "No, I just want to smoke."

Zhang Yumian looked at him and replied indifferently, "If you have anything to say, you can talk to me on QQ. Don't do anything that you will regret later. Of course, if you are absolutely sure that this is the life you want and you will never regret it in the future, it doesn't matter."

Zhang Yumian knew that he had his own ideas and was a man with dreams, so he should never be stuck in the swamp.

After listening to Zhang Yumian's words, Xu Guanzhong was a little dazed. Did he like this kind of life? He didn't like it, but it did give him a sense of pleasure and relief. He also knew that this was temporary and would soon disappear.

I want the life I want, the life I had as a family, I want to take my test papers to my parents for signatures and watch them smile and say what a great life.

But there's no going back.

"The life I wanted is no longer there." Xu Guanzhong said in a low voice.

"If it's gone, then create it yourself. One day it will appear in a different form." Zhang Yumian said, looking into his eyes.

After that, they chatted for a while and Zhang Yumian went home.

When she arrived at school the next day, she found that the classroom where people were chatting originally became quiet after she entered.

She also found that the way everyone looked at her was not right.

Zhang Yumian Ye didn't care about anything and continued reading with his head down.

Gradually, more and more people gathered outside the classroom.

Watching Zheng Yue walk into the classroom angrily and slam her schoolbag on the table angrily.

It was the first time she was so angry. Zhang Yumian asked, "Yueyue, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

Seeing that Zhang Yumian was completely clueless, she didn't want to say anything, but she couldn't hide it. "Mianmian, they are now saying that you plagiarized your essay."

"I didn't plagiarize. I wrote it all myself."