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The mid-term exam is less than a week away, and Weng Lin couldn't do it with all her efforts. The mid-term exam was easily done: thinking that she hasn't been to the stadium for a while.

His father drew a circle for his study and life, such as requiring that study and play should be distinguished in a serious manner, such as the level of play and level should be well controlled, and the level and bottom line must be kept in mind at all times, As long as he didn't cross the line, he usually didn't bother him too much, asking money for money, and things for things.

The midterm exam is one of them.

He has been troubled a lot recently, mainly because of Weng Lin.

He doesn't understand what's wrong with her, she has been doing various things in different ways recently.A girl who was obviously gentle and considerate before, but now she is inexplicably terrified——

If I can't sleep at night, I want him to accompany her. Well, he will chat with her on the phone, but I can't hold back and fall asleep in the middle of the night. She can cry there all night and say that she doesn't value her.

The computer was temporarily broken and asked him to fix it. He was having dinner with his father, the big BOSS, and was reporting on the current situation of his study and life. When he went back later, she said that she didn't have her in her heart.

On the walk, one of them didn't listen to her thoughts, and didn't answer her questions in the first place. She actually complained that he had changed his mind and didn't love her anymore.

So many kinds...

Normally, he might be coaxed and petted slowly, but he can't stand it now that the midterm exam is approaching.

As much freedom as you want, you need as much ability as you want, and test scores are the most intuitive and important standard to measure the level of ability at his age.

No matter how messed up he is usually, he would never choose to be messed up at this time, so he gave Weng Lin a cold treatment.

Since you are not happy, then calm down, life will always pass, and midterm exams will always come.

"The value of a commodity is determined by the socially necessary labor time to produce the commodity. However, in the process of commodity production, due to the different production conditions and efforts of different commodity producers, the individual labor time spent by different commodity producers on the same commodity Just different..."

He stood facing the wall and muttered, with his left hand holding the review materials of the political science department, and his right hand slapping the basketball on the wall quickly and accurately. When he got stuck in the middle of his back, he stopped and glanced at the materials; The sound of "bang bang bang" will basically not be interrupted.

A single, regular, high-frequency mechanical movement helps him to clear away all the miscellaneous things in his mind, and quickly and efficiently rebuild new system memories in the rhythm of "bang bang bang".

This brat's bad habit was very worrying at first. His father and Shen Yunjia were afraid of disturbing the neighbors, so they suggested to him whether he could memorize it in a gentler way, but they failed several times in the exam. After that, Dad Bian waved him to move into the small room on the other side of the balcony, let him hit the balcony wall, and limited the time to minimize the noise disturbance to the residents.

Fortunately, Chinese people always seem to be more tolerant of learning than others. Even if they want to demolish the house because of the sound of basketball hitting the wall, but just think that it is a neighbor's kid who is preparing for the exam. I gritted my teeth and endured it.As time passed, the neighbors gradually got used to it: as long as the Bian family heard the sound of hitting a ball, they would know that it was the boy from the Bian family who was about to take an exam.After Bian wanted to use his own ability to get into the high school, he even used it as a teaching to let his children learn more from Bian's wall-smashing brother, so that they can get into a good school in the future.

The doorbell rang outside, and I was thinking about taking a break to pour water, when I bumped into a man in his 30s entering the house.

The man is about the same height, wearing jeans and a tight POLO shirt. He has a good appearance, but his breezy demeanor made Bian Xiang slightly frowned.

This man is his uncle——kiss, that is, his biological mother's younger brother.

A large part of the reason why Dad Bian was transferred to Dacheng was because of the Chen family—his birth mother's family was in Dacheng.At that time, the Chen family was still quite influential in this small town. Although the son-in-law had reunited, it was still the seed of the Chen family who couldn't stand the grandson.The two elders of the Chen family, white-haired and black-haired, miss their daughter so much that they yearn for the grandson born to their most beloved daughter to take her place in the place of their daughter.

When he was in the second year of middle school, he was transferred to work with his father and came to settle down in the city. He wanted to fulfill his responsibilities as a grandson and accompany the two elders instead of his biological mother. They passed away one after another, and the only immediate relatives on the biological mother's side were Chen Wentong, the only little uncle. The other entangled branches and so on were because Bian's father was out of town at the beginning and had little contact.

"Xiao Xiang didn't go out to play at home?"

Chen Wentong was originally a standard second-generation local power, but unfortunately his parents spoiled him too much since he was a child, and he couldn't read books well. He failed to be a serious person, and the current Chen family is in decline. Fortunately, there is a former brother-in-law who is the head of the city bureau who can help him from time to time.

Although the father who was thinking about it didn't say anything about Chen Wentong, he was thinking about who this so-called uncle was.Every time he came to the door, he thought that he would call "Uncle" in a polite and obedient manner, and then make excuses to leave without communicating with him much.

Originally this time, he should still go back to the room to continue to endorse after saying hello, but his father is not there, if he goes back to the room to endorse, then only Shen Yunjia will be left to greet Chen Wentong.

Thinking about finishing pouring the water, he hesitated for a moment, then walked over to Chen Wentong and sat down.

"It's rare to see uncle today, aren't you busy recently?"

People like Chen Wentong always go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, so this visit is definitely not just to visit relatives.

His father usually doesn't let him get involved in anything about Chen Wentong, probably because he thinks that no matter how immature the other party is, half of the Chen family's blood will flow in his son's body after all, and he can't do it too intuitively. isolation.

Shen Yunjia brought out the freshly brewed tea from the kitchen, and was obviously taken aback when she saw that she wanted to sit with Chen Wentong.

"Not going to review?"

Thinking about it before answering, Chen Wentong chuckled from the sidelines, "Review? What kind of study? With your dad around, what school can't you get in? Why don't you have a cup of tea with your uncle and me when you have that time?" .”

Chen Wentong has always been very disapproving of Shen Yunjia. I don't know why he always has such a sense of superiority that "a concubine is a concubine" when he sees her, but he never thinks that his sister has died of illness for many years. After jumping around, the relationship between his old Chen family and Bian's family is almost exhausted.

Shen Yunjia was thinking about the continuation of his father, who Mingmei was marrying, and taking care of him for several years. Compared with the elder sister of the Chen family who died of illness early, one is the actual close relationship that he sees day and night, and the other is relying on ambiguity. The role of a loving mother that is kept in memory, normal people would never want to distinguish the weight of the two.No matter how prosperous the former dynasty was, it was over after all, but this bastard Chen Wentong didn't wink at all. Every time he came here, he looked like a "pro-country uncle".

He wanted to be polite to Shen Yunjia, his stepmother, and polite to Chen Wentong, his biological uncle, but these two kinds of politeness were completely different.

"Aunt Jia, I'll be fine after a while." He smiled at Shen Yunjia.

Shen Yunjia pursed her lips, but stopped talking.

"Don't worry, it won't affect you for a while."

Wanting to add something, she went back to the kitchen and continued to work.

"Hey, you kid is quite polite to that woman!" Chen Wentong took out a cigarette, and threw one to the side without asking, thinking, "Why are you being polite to her? Isn't she serving you two? You are a descendant of my Chen family, and also your father's precious son, she doesn't have the guts not to treat you well!"

He wanted to take the cigarette, but he didn't refuse, so he held it between the two fingers of his index finger and played with it.

Chen Wentong's lighter stretched out, and he slightly veered away.

"Uncle, I don't smoke."

Chen Wentong squinted at his familiar movement of playing with cigarettes between his fingers, which was meaningful, "Little villain, don't you smoke, or don't you dare to smoke at home?"

Wanting to smile, neither admitting nor denying, he just said: "Uncle understands me."

Thinking about it carefully, Chen Wentong is really unfamiliar with this nephew. Although this little nephew is only in his teens, he is as slippery and cunning as his father who has been in the officialdom for many years.Every time he came to the door, this little nephew would either ask his classmates out or study with the door behind him. Sometimes he wondered if this kid had followed the woman surnamed Shen and boycotted his own uncle.

It turned out to be better now, and the topic brought up by an unlit cigarette made Chen Wentong's heart settle down.

The boy suddenly confessed to himself that he did not dare to smoke at home—that is, he smoked, but he did not dare to tell his father.

This seems to be an unlock code, allowing Chen Wentong to instantly unlock all kinds of brain supplements about this second-year boy.

What is there to say?

People who share a secret mean that the relationship between two people is already extraordinary?

He has already taken himself into the role of "the uncle who knows his own nephew best in the world".

Putting his nephew on the shoulders and hugging him intimately, he said, "Your father isn't here, and I'm going to come back, and your uncle is here to support you. Let's smoke!"

Without thinking about it, he broke free from him, put the cigarette in his hand back on the table, pushed away the cup of green tea brought out by Shen Yunjia, and then took out a simple kung fu tea set from the lower shelf of the coffee table.

"My dad should be back before noon. Let me drink Kung Fu tea with my uncle. I think my uncle is more used to this delicate tea work."

Chen Wentong laughed loudly after hearing this, "That's that, that big cup of tea is something from other provinces, it's very rude, it's not as delicate as our Kung Fu tea!"

This person spoke really thoughtlessly, and he didn't know whether he was really stupid or fake. He didn't even realize that everyone in this room except him was a "outsider boy" from the north.

While thinking about it, he drooped his eyes slightly, and directly filtered out the words of this idiot uncle who has no ink in his stomach.

Thinking that my father came back earlier than expected, and came back before the tea tour was over, seeing Chen Wentong there, he frowned slightly.

"Finished the review?"

Thinking of standing up and stretching his waist, he said, "Go in here."

Chen Wentong was laughing, "Brother-in-law is good at teaching the children, Xiao Xiang sees you like a mouse seeing a cat."

Thinking of his father taking a look at him, "Come in if you have anything to say."

So the two entered the study one by one.

Soon there was the regular sound of hitting the ball again from Bianjia.

November is the most comfortable season of the year in Lucheng. In the boundless blue sky, there are occasional planes "rumbling" over, like a giant iron bird flying by, leaving behind only a long cloud. trajectory.

Exam week always goes by faster than normal class.

Everyone raced against time to review, and raced against time to take the exam.No matter how well prepared you are, the teacher will always knock on the blackboard in class and say sincerely, "Students, knowledge must be accumulated, and you can't cram."

Wang Zhichao and his ilk were also infected by the stress of the general environment and turned into quails. They got up early, went to school and shrank to their seats and wrote a cheat sheet on the table.

Wang Zhichao: "..."

The first year of senior high school has not been divided into subjects, and the "big exams" such as the midterm exam are a hodgepodge. The eight subjects of Chinese, mathematics, English, politics, biology, and calendar are bombarded in order. The two-and-a-half-day exam is really sour. After the exam, everyone expresses themselves There is a sense of immortality all over his body, it's as if Anbang is about to become a generation of heroes who cultivate themselves, govern their families, govern the country and the world.As a result, the last subject had just been taken in the morning of the third day, and everyone hadn't recovered their spirits yet, and immediately got the first subject of Chinese.

Li Yihua waved the test paper in his hand with excited eyes, "The teachers in our language group have been working overtime for the past few days, but they finally got the test paper out."

All the students in Grade One (2) collectively said: Teacher, we are reluctant to let you work so hard day and night to work overtime. After all, the most important thing is not to work too hard... right?

This is not even a buffer for half a day to take a breath and relax!

Like it or not, the results are there.

Only Yu Jinle secretly rejoiced that he only got a score in the Chinese subject, because he has a stable subject, and his grades are not far ahead in the class, and they will not be too outrageous.

So he can still catch his breath during the afternoon recess.

With Li Yihua's frightening rewriting and abnormal shape as a precedent, it would be too long for the teachers of other subject groups to watch and stop them. Everyone quickly dispersed, fearing that they would be taken back to witness another class The birth of grades.

Early death and late death are death, then... die late!At least let them have a free time in the afternoon.