My roommate is finally back to normal

Tong Mo didn't ask for it specifically, but after Dong Jiajia's several embellished publicity, Tong Mo already basically knew how "excellent" Chen Feng's grades were at the beginning.

Although he was a little surprised when he learned the result.

He used to be number one in class seven, but in the school where he was in his first year of high school, his grades might not even be in the top ten of the class.

He couldn't help being a little worried about the teaching quality of Mingya Middle School.

Or, what he should be worried about is the overall standard of Class Seven.

He is even more worried that if the monthly exam fails to reach the middle of the grade, he will be required by the teacher to participate in evening self-study.

Participating in evening self-study means that Uncle Lin has to spend time with him at night, and returning late and going to bed late are too unsuitable for his physical condition.

As the monthly exam approached, Tong Mo became more focused on his studies.

If his parents saw this concentration, they would probably be shocked.

Tong Mo has always had a casual attitude towards learning since he was a child. When he is happy, he reads a book for a while, but when he is unhappy or feels unwell, he will not touch the books in his schoolbag.

Even so, Tong Mo's academic performance never needs his family to worry about.

This is probably the reason why his father was so confident when he led him to ask the head teacher about not participating in the evening self-study.

Thinking of this, Tong Mo felt a little unhappy again.

Not participating in the evening self-study is his father's bold ambition, but this sentence has now become his goal.

And it must be done.

He was very unhappy about the possibility of not getting it done.

Tong Mo's concern about this monthly exam even affected his deskmate.

Gao Boxin saw that Tong Mo didn't have to rest on his stomach after class, but kept his head buried in his studies, and he could see Tong Mo's anxiety at a glance.

"Don't worry, it's just a monthly exam, it's not that difficult." Gao Boxin even said something that was not consoling, "And I read your notes, you have a good foundation and talent, take the exam and pass the seventh class." No problem in the top ten."

Although Gao Boxin didn't look at Tong Mo when he said this, there was no one else beside him except Tong Mo.

After Tong Mo was surprised, he accepted Gao Boxin's kindness.

Tong Mo reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth: "Thank you."

But the top ten in Class Seven is not in his consideration at all.

Tong Mo used to change schools every year due to the nature of his parents' work, and he did not leave the contact information of his old classmates, nor could he gain experience through his previous high school progress.

He can only bury his head in studying hard by himself, and dig out the knowledge points from the textbooks in addition to the part taught by the teacher.

For the monthly exam, Gao Boxin, the only one in the class who didn't feel a sense of participation, undoubtedly became the most envied person of the other students.

The closer the monthly exam was, the more students expressed their envy to Gao Boxin.

Gao Boxin didn't take this seriously, but instead said in a bad tone: "A month's study was delayed due to a one-month leave due to an injury. No matter how you look at it, it's unlucky. What is there to envy? If it were you, you would take the injury and take a leave in exchange for not participating Monthly exam?"

The classmates who originally wanted to get close to Gao Boxin on the grounds of envy dispersed.

Although Tong Mo disagreed with Gao Boxin's attitude, he basically supported Gao Boxin's remarks.

And he was a little surprised. Gao Boxin seemed to be politically correct and even full of positive energy when it came to learning.

Just as Tong Mo was looking at Gao Boxin suspiciously, wondering if his sudden uprightness was a fake or an expression of his true feelings, another classmate was not afraid of death and planned to get close to Gao Boxin.

Tong Mo turned his head and found that the person holding the homework and planning to approach Gao Boxin was Chen Feng.

Holding the math workbook, Chen Feng slowly approached Gao Boxin's position almost hesitantly.

From Tong Mo's point of view, his face was almost pale from nervousness, his lips were blue, like a sign that he was about to be poisoned.

"Gao, Gao Boxin," Chen Feng finally stopped by Gao Boxin's desk and licked his lips nervously, "I have the homework and notes I did this month, and I also did other subjects. Can I make a copy for you?"

Gao Boxin looked up at him and said nothing.

Chen Feng continued nervously: "If, if you find it difficult to understand the notes, I can help you with tutoring during evening self-study, or after school..."

Gao Boxin reached out for Chen Feng's notebook, flipped through a few pages, and threw it back.

"No need." Then Gao Boxin dropped three words.

Chen Feng hugged his notebook, and stood there a little at a loss, showing a bewildered expression that he didn't know where to go or stay.

"My deskmate also gave me the notes you made." Gao Boxin glanced at him again, and said coldly.

Chen Feng turned his head to look at Tong Mo, nodded hastily, turned around and returned to his seat with his homework.

"I only gave you some notes." Tong Mo had no choice but to clarify.

He only took notes based on his mood, and copying a copy for Gao Boxin would only happen when he was in a very good mood. Besides, he never thought of leaving a copy for Gao Boxin, except for the questions that he thought were difficult.

"I know," Gao Boxin looked at him and said nonchalantly, "So I didn't say thank you to you."

Tong Mo:?

He decided to take back his evaluation of Gao Boxin just now.

Political correctness and positive energy are both terms that have nothing to do with Gao Boxin, right?

On the day of the monthly exam, the desks of all students were emptied, and schoolbags and personal belongings were packed and placed in lockers.

It was the first time Tong Mo had seen such a strict school ethos for the invigilation of monthly exams.

He didn't want to pack his things into a locker, so he took everything from his desk home the day before the exam and planned to bring only a pen to the exam room the next day.

When Tong Mo was packing his things, he found that his deskmate was also packing with his head down.

"Are you going to take the exam tomorrow?" Tong Mo asked.

Gao Boxin gave him a look of "what you said is nonsense".

"Brother Xin's grades are not scored. He took the exam voluntarily." Ding Zhenyu, who was sitting in the front seat, turned his head enthusiastically.

Tong Mo nodded, then turned around and asked, "Which classroom are you in?"

"Class three." Gao Boxin replied.

Tong Mo hummed, and then asked, "Do you know where Class Three is?"

When his deskmate looked up at him with angry eyes, Tong Mo laughed and left the classroom with his schoolbag.

Tong Mo studied nervously for a few days before the exam, but on the day of the exam he relaxed instead.

He was also in a relaxed state when answering questions on the test paper during the exam. After several courses, he didn't feel that there were any questions that he hadn't done, and he thought that his grades in this monthly exam should be good.

As soon as Tong Mo finished the exam, he received several messages of condolence from the family group.

The elders dare not directly ask how the exam puts him under pressure, so they all try to find out if he is happy by giving him a red envelope to buy some delicious food.

Tong Mo accepted the several hundred yuan red envelopes from the family group, smiled back at the elders, and told them: "I should do well in the exam, don't worry."

As soon as Tong Mo said that he did well in the exam, his uncle immediately sent two words in the family group: "Stable."

His uncle also said in the group: "This may require a few full marks."

His aunt said: "@Momohis dad, last time Momo said he did well in the exam, what's the total score?"

Tong's father replied slowly: "The total score of the nine subjects in the last test is only deducted by 15 points."

Seeing that the family group was about to fall into a carnival, Tong Mo planned to celebrate his first overall score in advance, and quickly replied: "The second year of high school is an elective mode. Only six exams are taken, and the questions are even more difficult."

Tong Mo's denial successfully extinguished the enthusiasm of the elders who wanted to dance, but they still said: "No matter how many homework, Momo will be fine, we believe in Momo's strength!"

On the second day of the monthly exam, although the results were not announced, and the work of correcting the test papers was still in full swing, several teachers gave detailed explanations on the few questions that were easy to answer wrong on the test papers in class.

After listening to Tong Mo, he found that he answered all those questions correctly.

In class, the teacher intentionally or unintentionally selected a few students who they thought had a great chance of winning and wrote their answers on the blackboard, and those students were more or less pointed out.

Tong Mo looked at Chen Feng walking down from the podium with his head propped up. The teacher deducted one point from his answer and said: "At present, Chen Feng's answer is the closest to the correct answer, and he is only one step away from getting the correct answer." It's full marks."

The other students gave Chen Feng warm applause, and Tong Mo watched Chen Feng's head visibly raised.

After that class was over, Chen Feng looked for Gao Boxin again with his homework.

But Gao Boxin was not in his seat.

Chen Feng looked at Gao Boxin's seat, walked directly to Gao Boxin's desk, lowered his head, took out a piece of paper from his homework, and put it in Gao Boxin's desk.

His actions were noticed by other students, and the curious students asked aloud: "Chen Feng, did you also help Brother Xin copy notes?"

Chen Feng asked suspiciously: "Yeah? Is there anyone else to help Gao Boxin copy the notes?"

"Hey, didn't Tong Mo just help? Brother Xin admitted it himself." Ding Zhenyu raised his chin in Tong Mo's direction.

Tong Mo raised his head from the desk after hearing his name. He looked at Chen Feng and found that Chen Feng was staring at him.

Then Chen Feng bowed to him.

Just like the scene when Chen Feng stuffed chocolates into Gao Boxin's desk that day but he found out.

Tong Mo felt a little weird, so he lowered his head and looked into Gao Boxin's desk bucket, wondering what exactly Chen Feng put in it just now.

At this time, Gao Boxin came in from the back door of the classroom.

Almost as soon as Tong Mo bowed his head, before he could "successfully commit the crime", he was caught.

Gao Boxin asked, "What did you stuff in my desk again?", and bent down to take out the piece of paper from the desk bucket.

Tong Mo blushed because he was caught trying to take a peek for the first time, but his blushing expression was seen in Gao Boxin's eyes, which made Gao Boxin smile half a smile, as if he was sure that he put the paper.

"You might as well read what's written on it first." Tong Mo reminded him kindly.

Gao Boxin spread out the piece of paper, put it on the table, looked down, and said, "Gao Boxin, if I come first in the exam this time, you can follow me—"

Tong Mo turned his head to take a look. It wasn't that Gao Boxin paused on purpose, but the words behind were erased, and the words "Do you want to make friends" were rewritten.

Although with his eyesight, it is not difficult to see that the obliterated word should be - "communication".