don't force me

Du Xuan’s focus is very simple: 100-point Chinese papers, basics such as pronunciation, font, literature, common sense, idiom discrimination and other basics usually account for 15 points, classical Chinese in class 15 points, dictation 6 points, all these contents come from books. Just back it up.The composition is 40 points, as long as the number of words is enough and the topic is not off topic, there will be 24 points, and these will add up to 60 points.

"It's impossible for you to get no points for modern Chinese reading and language use questions?" Du Xuan asked.

Lin Tingan looked at the numbers Du Xuan drew on the paper, and his eyes widened in surprise: "That's right."

"I see that you don't listen to the lectures in class, these teachers must have said it." Du Xuan poked at the page, "I will tell you the classical Chinese passages one by one today, and your task next week is to memorize a few more classical Chinese passages and poems. Just to understand the meaning of these classical Chinese passages.”

Lin Tingan seemed to see the ticket for the winter vacation island tour waving at him, and listened very carefully.

Ding Zimu quietly served two cups of milk tea, then sat back behind the bar without making a sound, and turned off the music in the store. He couldn't help laughing at the two children.

The one in the blue jacket spoke seriously, while the one in the white jacket listened with his chin twitched, the warm sun outside the window enveloped the two children brightly and gently, and the air in the store softened.

How nice to have a quiet time to study.

After a while the doorbell rang, and a man walked in. Ding Zimu smiled and opened the door to the bar.

"The meeting is over." Ding Zimu turned to get a coffee cup.

"Ah, I escaped." Yang Yiming took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, "It's a cliché, it makes me sleepy."

"Then why don't you go back to sleep?" Ding Zimu turned on the grinder and began to grind the coffee beans by hand, and the aroma of coffee filled the small dessert shop.

"I don't have anything to do when I go back, so I'm here to accompany you." Yang Yiming put his arm around Ding Zimu's waist, and quickly kissed Ding Zimu's lips.

"There is someone." Ding Zimu was startled, pushed Yang Yiming away and whispered.

"Ah? Someone?" Yang Yiming smiled embarrassedly, "I didn't pay attention."

Ding Zimu pointed to the farthest corner, Yang Yiming looked at it twice, and then took a look on the eyepiece.

"I go". He quickly sat down, most of them hid behind the bar, and said with a smile, "If this is seen, it will be obvious." "

"You know him?" Ding Zimu sat on the high bar chair, turned around slightly, and kept Yang Yiming behind intentionally or unintentionally.

"I know one." Yang Yiming pouted, "The one in the blue shirt, from No. [-] Middle School."

"Is he mentally ill?"

"No." Yang Yiming shook his head and lowered his voice. "I know he is because... a man of the middle school, a real all-round development."

Ding Zimu said almost out of breath, "So powerful?"

"Extremely powerful." Yang Yiming said, "No.[-] High School wants to keep him in high school in this school, and all the conditions are open. But I think Xuan, this kid is obviously going to the High School Attached to Normal University."

Ding Zimu stood on the table and looked at the corner, and said: "Looking at the two of them, I suddenly feel that studying is the best time of my life."

Yang Yiming nodded: "Yes, how simple."

Du Xuan doesn't think life is simple at all, but he finds that Lin Tingan is really "single stupid".

"Don't you have the word 'inference' in your mind?"

Lin Tingan took a big sip of milk tea irritably, "The word is yes, and this ability is enough. Hey, Du Xuan, why don't you tell me the general 'routine', and I can answer if there is a routine."

"There is no routine." Du Xuan said angrily, "Look, I will tell you again, you just memorize it by rote, don't ask 'why', you won't understand it."

Lin Tingan moaned cowardly: "Speak slowly."

Ding Zimu brought over a plate of meat muffins, and Lin Tingan said in surprise, "We didn't order any."

"Try it," Ding Zimu said gently, "try it, and then give me your opinion."

Lin Tingan listened to the Chinese language all afternoon, and felt that the blood tank and stomach were empty, so he grabbed it excitedly and ate it.

Du Xuan said worriedly, "I'm not sure you'll pass the final exam right now."

Lin Ting'an swallowed a mouthful of cake contentedly: "It's okay, just do your best and obey the destiny."

Du Xuan is really envious of Lin Ting'an, who is happy to be like this.

Sure enough, the ignorant are the happiest.

The final exam is just around the corner, and this exam is very important to both Du Xuan and Lin Ting'an: one is about ranking in the city, whether they can enter the direct promotion class attached to the Normal University, and the other is about whether they can get a ticket for a winter vacation island tour.

Entering the exam season, the atmosphere of the entire No. [-] Middle School has changed.

Lin Tingan, who had stopped track and field training, looked at the Chinese documents over and over with his head drooping, and Yang Lemeng asked, "Can you pass?"

"I don't know." Lin Tingan shook his head, "Du Xuan said it's fine, as long as I don't suffer from amnesia in the examination room."

"What's the next sentence of 'Zhuo Qinglian is not demon'?"

"Uh……"

"Hahahaha." Zheng Ziyan burst into laughter, "You don't need to go to the examination room, you are basically a goldfish brain."

Lin Tingan threw himself on the table in frustration: "What should I do?"

Yang Lemeng said in a low voice, "Hey, let's forget about Chinese, you can do better in math."

Lin Tingan: "Why? Can you convert the score to Chinese?"

"Zhou Chen is suffocating to surpass you in mathematics, and you are better than him in the midterm exam."

Lin Tingan glanced at Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen had never provoked him since the basketball game, but Koko was better than him in every quiz, including math.

"I can't care about math now." Lin Tingan said angrily, "Besides, why should I compete with him? I don't bother to talk to him."

"Open-minded." Zheng Ziyan patted Lin Tingan, "Brother, if you are open-minded, I will obey you."

Lin Tingan smiled wryly. He never thought that college students prayed every day not to fail their subjects, and that even a junior high school student like him could experience such complicated and bitter feelings.

On January [-]th, the final exam begins.

On the night of the [-]th, Lin Tingan texted Du Xuan: Come on tomorrow.

Du Xuan quickly changed to WeChat and replied: You also work hard.

Lin Tingan: I can only do my best and obey the destiny, but you must pass the exam.For the direct promotion class attached to the Normal University.

Du Xuan sent it after a while: I can only do my best and obey the destiny. Who can guarantee that I will pass the exam every time?

Lin Tingan: You can do it, come on!

Du Xuan returned a smiling face and put the phone away.He thought, his mother had already enrolled him in a composition training class, and at least he had attended the class for a month, so it would be a bit unreasonable to go off topic in this composition.

Which subject should I change?

NO.15, each grade of the school releases the rankings one after another.The third year of junior high school has the fewest subjects, and it is also the first to release the rankings.

Lin Tingan chatted excitedly with Du Xuan all the way: "How many points do you think you can surpass No.2? Thirty points is no problem, right?"

Du Xuan shook her head: "It's hard to do well in this kind of exam."

"Why?" Lin Tingan was particularly surprised.

"This is the city's unified examination. Apart from key schools like ours, there are more ordinary schools, so the questions must be more focused on basic questions. Basic questions, everyone's level is actually about the same."

Lin Tingan thought for a while, and said angrily: "You mean, only difficult exams can show your true level? Shameless."

"It was originally." Du Xuan said frankly, "Believe it or not, most of the people in our school will do better than the entrance exam this time, and the district ranking will rise."

Lin Tingan snorted: "Look at you crazy."

Du Xuan smiled: "My mother said the same thing."

Lin Tingan asked: "Auntie's goal for you is still the top [-] in the city?"

Du Xuan: "Well, but I have greeted her and told her to be mentally prepared."

Lin Tingan waved his hand: "No need, you must be fine, I bet you must..."

Lin Tingan looked at the bulletin board in shock:

No.1: Liu Shuang

No.2: Du Xuan

Lin Tingan stood on the balcony of his house all night, opened the window a crack and listened.

Zhou Man's voice came from upstairs:

Did I tell you to sign up for a class?And you?You still have the face to say triumphantly that you can do it without you, so you can do it?

Ever since I was a child, what request have I never met?The shoes you wear cost two to three thousand pairs. If you want to buy a computer, I will directly install an Apple for you; How do parents give their children money like this?

Is this the accident you said?ah?Accident?Did the money from your father and me come from the wind?Was it spoiled for you?

Du Xuan, you really embarrass me!I told Aunt Song in the office at noon today, you will definitely pass the final exam, what's the result?Look at Auntie Song's daughter, she was admitted to Peking University!Peking University, do you understand!

explain!Why did the grades drop so badly?Are you playing games?Starting today, the computer must not be turned on again!Du Jiancheng, go and unplug his computer power cord for me!

Also, Du Xuan, tell me the truth, are you in a relationship?Um?Which little girl?Is it the one who played the piano with you last time?I'm going to your school tomorrow, and I want to see which school's girls are at this juncture and are still interested in dating!

……

Lin Tingan clenched his fists to listen, for fear of hearing a "pop".

After a while, a deep male voice sounded: "Come on, Zhou Man, keep your voice down, it's not embarrassing."

The sound from upstairs gradually died down.

Lin Tingan closed the window anxiously and walked back into the house.

Ma Jing cheerfully brought up a plate of dishes: "My good son, if you have made progress, you will learn like this in the future. Come, let's cook your favorite pickled pork with preserved vegetables today."

Lin Tingan looked at the 63-point Chinese paper on the table, and for the first time felt that the dishes made by his mother were not so delicious.