I attacked the god of learning

"Well, it's settled."

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing and laughed.

The two looked at each other and smiled foolishly, only to react when the preparation bell rang.

Jian Xing seized the last time between classes and asked Cheng Xinglin: "Then go out for lunch together later?"

"Okay." Cheng Xinglin agreed very readily - he just made such an important agreement, and he also wanted to see Jian Xing more, "Then let's go downstairs later..."

"Wait for me to pick you up in the classroom."

For some reason, Cheng Xinglin heard something undeniable.

He nodded, said goodbye to Jian Xing, and went back to the classroom downstairs.

Because of the agreement just now, Cheng Xinglin was in a good mood.

When he went downstairs, he was still thinking about looking at the scenery outside the window. When he looked at it this way, he found a very interesting thing.

——On the fence of the campus, the anti-climbing system that was installed because he climbed the wall too freely, has been deducted a corner in a secret place at some point.

It is completely enough for a person to climb over the wall and get in and out.

Looking at this kind of change that happened when he didn't notice, Cheng Xinglin couldn't help but feel a little emotional——

Everyone may end with a certain scene, but he ends with that scene, but it does not mean that the story there is over.

There will be changes, and other people's stories will happen, and he will change from a familiar person to a strange person.

Cheng Xinglin's emotion is nothing but emotion, but he is now a ruthless learning machine.

After feeling emotional for about ten seconds, he went back to class and continued to study—for now, he couldn't become unfamiliar with his test paper anyway.

After returning home, Cheng Xinglin dismissed everyone's gossip with "Jian Xing is fine".

Sit down and start sorting papers.

——I boasted that a miracle will happen in Haikou, but when and how this miracle will happen is indeed still a difficult problem.

Cheng Xinglin flipped the paper over and over for a class, and when the get out of class was over, he suddenly thought of something. He had just written it down when he heard Hang Yitong sigh.

"Okay." Hang Yitong said enviously, "I wanted to ask you if you want to bring a meal, but Jian Shen personally picked it up."

When Cheng Xinglin heard this, he turned his head suddenly, saw Jian Xing standing at the door, saw him turn around, and waved to him.

There were girls passing by behind him pointing and chatting blatantly, but Jian Xing just stood there and didn't care about those gazes.

Cheng Xinglin threw away the pen almost instantly, and walked quickly to Jian Xing's side.

Go out to dinner with him.

"What do you want to eat?" Jian Xing asked when the two walked to the snack street.

"Eat Japanese-style ramen." Cheng Xinglin didn't even think about it, and gave an answer that was very artistic and in line with Jian Xing's dress.

"Can you stop thinking about what I want to eat?" Jian Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pointed to the shop on the street, "Let's have pig's knuckle rice, I see you are drooling."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Does he have no face?

But Jian Xing was amazing, he didn't pay any attention to this pork knuckle rice, how could Jian Xing know what he wanted to eat.

"It's not very simple." Jian Xing glanced at Cheng Xinglin and knew what he was thinking, and explained directly, "Deliberately not looking at it, and deliberately looking at it, both want to eat—so, a big portion of pork knuckle rice?"

"..." Cheng Xinglin looked at the menu and said, "Pig ears and pig feet."

Jian Xing smiled and swept two servings of pig ears and pig feet, and asked the boss to add more marinade. After sitting down, he added homemade chopped peppers and the boss's own soaked cowpea and radish.

Very tasty and very satisfying.

After taking two bites, Cheng Xinglin finally had the heart to talk about business: "Senior, if you want to prepare for the IMO, are you going to participate in some training or something? Then you haven't taken the selection exam yet, can you go later?"

"Yes, there are methods and exams, so you don't have to worry." Jian Xing said, "Now, our most important task is for you to go to Qingbei Class."

we.

Obviously their prospects are completely different, and the things they need to work on are also very different.

But this is no longer a matter for them to fight alone, it is their matter.

Cheng Xinglin ate another mouthful of pork knuckle rice in satisfaction, and said, "No need, senior, I have already figured out a way - you can prepare for the math competition, and I will prepare for the Qingbei class exam, okay?"

"but……"

"Really, you believe me, I'm not lying to you, I really figured out a way." Cheng Xinglin said.

Since Cheng Xinglin said so, Jian Xing didn't force him.

After the two of them had a somewhat leisurely lunch, Cheng Xinglin went back to the classroom to take his papers.

Then, Cheng Xinglin, who claimed to have a way, went up the stairs to the fifth floor, and knocked on the office door that he had knocked on many times during the Cultural Festival.

"Teacher Yun." Cheng Xinglin responded to the "please come in" door from the office. After pushing the door, he bowed to the woman in the cheongsam, "I want to ask for your help."

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"Hey." Yun Ruolan was eating melon seeds, and was very happy to see Cheng Xinglin coming in, so she grabbed her phone and sent a voice message, "Student Mi Qing, look, I told you that your treasure will come to me today, right? If you insist on saying it's tomorrow, you'll lose another meal to You Huai."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

How did he become a tool for betting between teachers again?

No, what's more important is that the word "baoqi" is not a good word in Chongqing dialect.

The so-called treasure means stupid.

As for the treasure... Anyway, you can think for yourself.

However, after Yun Ruolan sent this sentence, she did not continue to chat with Mi Qing, but turned to look at Cheng Xinglin.

"Okay, come here." Yun Ruolan said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time——I was thinking a few days ago that although our language is not valued, no matter how we are not valued, it is your turn to look for it. Teacher's help."

"Hey..." Cheng Xinglin didn't know what to say—he felt that Yun Ruolan seemed to be criticizing him in a moderate way?

After Cheng Xinglin finished hehe, he took the paper to Teacher Yun: "Mr. Yun, I am still more than ten points away from the Qingbei class. Can you help me read the paper and find out where I can improve?"

"You don't need to look for it." Yun Ruolan waved her big hand, "I've read your test paper many times, and the Sunflower Book has been prepared for you. It depends on whether you are willing to enter the palace or not."

No, did Li Bai's performance last time change Teacher Yun's personality?

Why do you have the air of a quack - the air of a gangster?

Cheng Xinglin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked, "...what is self/gong..."

"Actually, it's more appropriate to say that you can't break or stand, rather than self-contained." Yun Ruolan smiled, and took Cheng Xinglin's test paper, "I went through your test paper, and the point that can improve the score the most is also a dangerous move. That's why I told you to 'self-government'."

"What dangerous move?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

Yun Ruolan glanced at Cheng Xinglin, then turned his paper over to the composition section, and tapped her nails: "That's it——I think, if you can give up the argumentative essay and write a narrative essay, you should be able to get full marks , or a score close to full marks."

After Yun Ruolan finished speaking, she sighed again: "But I also know that you will definitely think this move is very risky."

That was quite an adventure.

Cheng Xinglin didn't speak.

There are still more than ten days before the last exam. At this time, Yun Ruolan came to tell him that there is a big question and his solution will be completely overthrown. Do it again?

This is much scarier than "If you want to practice magical skills, you must first enter the palace."

but……

Cheng Xinglin had to admit that Yun Ruolan would be quite attractive if he could get close to full marks if he changed it.

If he can really get full marks, then his grades will be able to achieve a big leap forward.

"Actually, it's not that scary." Seeing that he was thinking, Yun Ruolan continued to lobby, "I made this suggestion because I read your composition in freshman year of high school, and I think the narrative level in it is very high. recommend you."

In fact, as early as the first monthly exam, Yun Ruolan asked Mi Qing to read Cheng Xinglin's Chinese homework.

Cheng Xinglin's life experience is actually quite rich.

People who have rich life experiences often move people easily when writing narratives.

However, with just a few words, Cheng Xinglin would be ruined.

Yun Ruolan herself knew it was difficult.

Yun Ruolan looked at the silent Cheng Xinglin, and saw that he was silent for a long time. In the end, Cheng Xinglin said this: "Teacher, I think this suggestion is too risky."

Wealth and wealth are sought in insurance.Yun Ruolan subconsciously wanted to say that, but she quickly closed her mouth and just nodded at Cheng Xinglin.

Not everyone has the courage to take the risk.

Forcing students to take a different path is actually not what a teacher should do.

But Yun Ruolan also prepared other plans to persuade Cheng Xinglin - ask him to write a few articles first and show them to other teachers. If the effect is good, there is a basis for further changes.

Just as Yun Ruolan was about to express her own thoughts, Cheng Xinglin said again: "So, can I go down first and write a few narrative essays with the composition questions of the big exam, and then ask Teacher Yun to help me find other teachers to evaluate the scores. If the average seems to really improve the score, then I will change it, is that okay?"

This is the best solution Cheng Xinglin can come up with so far.

Without any evidence, he definitely can't change it rashly. At least several tests have to prove that he has this ability.

Cheng Xinglin felt that his plan was not a big problem, but after he finished speaking, Yun Ruolan did not speak.

Cheng Xinglin waited for a while, and asked, "Mr. Yun, do you think my plan is too naive, so you don't say anything...?"

"No." Yun Ruolan's expression was very complicated, she glanced at Cheng Xinglin, and pouted, "It's because you are too enlightened, and I lack a certain sense of accomplishment in teaching and educating people."

Cheng Xinglin: "...Huh?"

Yun Ruolan waved her hand: "Just do as you said, go back and write a few articles, and I'll find someone to review for you when the time comes."

Row.

Now that Yun Ruolan said so, Cheng Xinglin went back and found all the papers that had been tested, began to examine the questions, and then wrote the composition.

Cheng Xinglin wrote as he said, and the time to go to the alley to watch chemistry in the afternoon was temporarily canceled, and he continued his narrative journey.

Huang Mao saw Cheng Xinglin swipe his head down and make a few square characters, and his adoring eyes almost rolled to the ground.

He also read an article, which wrote about him.

After the artistic processing, he looked so good that Huang Mao burst into tears.

Cheng Xinglin, who was in flow, didn't know at all that his true feelings had been peeped by others, he just kept writing.

After producing so many words in one afternoon, Cheng Xinglin's wrists were sore from writing.

But he just flicked his wrist and went on—miracles don't happen by themselves unless you try really hard enough.

So, before the evening self-study of the second class, Cheng Xinglin completed four narrative essays, ran to Yun Ruolan's office and handed them to her.

Yun Ruolan saw the four pieces of paper in front of her and fell silent.

After a while, Yun Ruolan touched the pieces of paper and said with emotion: "Good guy, if you don't study Qingbei Class, whoever studies Qingbei Class——Based on this attitude, Qingbei Class should be yours."

Cheng Xinglin was very embarrassed: "Well, teacher, we are so familiar, so there is no need to exaggerate so violently."

"Can I really praise you?" Yun Ruolan glared at Cheng Xinglin, "No, you have such strong willpower?"

"Neither have I..." Cheng Xinglin said, "I will work hard... I just hope that I can exchange for another person's chance to realize my dream."

Yun Ruolan: "...?"

What's going on, why do you feel like you're faintly drunk?

Yun Ruolan took a sip of the student's candy, but she couldn't express it too clearly, so she just turned on the office computer with a calm face: "Okay, put your composition with me first, and I will give you feedback as soon as possible. "

"Okay." Cheng Xinglin said, "Thank you teacher."

Yun Ruolan turned on the computer to type Cheng Xinglin's composition by hand. After the manual entry, Yun Ruolan chose another handwritten style and printed it out in the paper format.

In the case of unrecognizable handwriting, the fairness of scoring can be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

During the evening self-study in the third quarter, Yun Ruolan sent these essays to the teachers in their language group, and asked everyone to help grade them.

Everyone was still a little interested, but when they heard it was a narrative, they put it down one after another.

——That is, it is too niche and thankless. Generally speaking, when teachers see students writing narrative essays, they will quickly drag them back to the right track of writing argumentative essays.

"Oh no." Yun Ruolan was very popular, and immediately got angry, "Aren't you giving me face?"

"No, no!" The head of the Chinese team in the first-grade group faltered instantly, and picked up the paper, "But Sister Yun, I'm busy too, so I'll read one first, and I'll talk about the others later."

"Yeah." Yun Ruolan smiled sweetly, "Okay, you'll know after reading it."

know what...

The group leader of the first grade picked up the composition, ready to read it quickly and continue with the matter in hand.

However, after reading an article just now, he really knew it - this composition is addictive!After reading one article, he couldn't help but read the next one. In the end, he finished reading all four articles.

Putting down the composition paper, he looked at Yun Ruolan in shock: "This, your student wrote it?"

Yun Ruolan: "It's not important, score quickly."

Senior One Chinese Team Leader: "This is very important!!! This score is not important, right??? Definitely a perfect score, there is nothing to say!"

"Ah?" Hearing his words, a Chinese teacher next to him also became interested, "You give the student full marks? Are you afraid that he will be proud?"

"What are you proud of? You just look at it, and then evaluate it with your conscience. Is it worth a full score?"

Their language team are all gods with high standards and strict requirements, and the leader of the language team in the first year of senior high school has never given full marks.

Hearing what he said, everyone hurriedly looked at him.

then……

Yun Ruolan counted a form filled with 4950 and sent it to Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xinglin was doing his homework, but Jian Xing got up to pour water, passing by the mobile phone beside a pile of sundries that appeared at an unknown time, and saw Cheng Xinglin's mobile phone light up.

Subconsciously glanced at it, and saw Yun Ruolan's message above.

"Xiaolin." Jian Xing said while holding a water glass, "Teacher Yun sent you a message."

"!" Cheng Xinglin immediately stood up, walked quickly to the side of the phone, picked it up and looked at it.

"How was the result?" Jian Xing also leaned over - this afternoon Cheng Xinglin told him the idea that Teacher Yun gave him, and he knew that Yun Ruolan must have come here to hand out the scores.

"I don't know..." Cheng Xinglin was not very confident.

As he spoke, he clicked on the excel that Yun Ruolan sent him.

Then, he was shocked by the score of 49 and 50 on the screen.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Jian Xing smiled easily and said to him: "It seems that this method is feasible."

Yun Ruolan was also complacent: [What did I say? 】

Cheng Xinglin: [Teacher Yun is mighty!This is the first time I know that I am suitable for writing narrative...]

Yun Ruolan: 【Are you only destined to be in this mountain, okay? Listen to me, you're right. 】

Cheng Xinglin held the phone and smiled.

But that smile was very faint, and soon disappeared again.

Cheng Xinglin hugged his phone and hesitated for a long time before sending a new message.

Cheng Xinglin: [But Teacher Yun, I did the math, even if I can get full marks for the composition, my total score is still not enough...]

Yun Ruolan: [How many points is the difference? 】

Cheng Xinglin: [Maybe just one or two multiple choice questions. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [Teacher Yun, is there any other way to improve Chinese scores? 】

Yun Ruolan: […]

Yun Ruolan was silent for a long time before sending a message: [Xiao Lin, you also know that one of the reasons why Chinese has not been taken seriously for a long time is that this is indeed a subject that needs to be accumulated, and the sprint effect is very good. Not obvious. 】

Yun Ruolan: [The instant improvement in your composition transition is actually based on your original accumulation, do you understand? 】

That's what Yun Ruolan meant.

It is basically impossible to get a few more points in the Chinese subject in a short period of time.

Cheng Xinglin replied thanking the teacher, feeling a little heavy.

Chinese is his weakest part. According to experience, the lower the score, the easier it is to improve.

He originally hoped to be able to rely on language to catch more points.

But now, that idea has been categorically dismissed.

The only thing Cheng Xinglin tackled today was composition, and the composition didn't improve anything, it just proved that he could indeed write narratives.

So it can also be said that he was wasted today.

There were only a few days, and a day wasted.

Now he has to go back to find the remaining points he lacks. This process of exploring the way does not know how long it will take.

With a heavy heart, Cheng Xinglin finished the final review of the evening self-study.

Back home, Cheng Xinglin didn't turn on the lights, and directly sent a message to Future Jianxing.

Cheng Xinglin: [Xingshu, will someone of you summarize the database of Chinese test questions in the future?Can you help me download the test questions from before this month and send them to me? 】

Cheng Xinglin's heart was heavy, but he didn't intend to give up.

Although Yun Ruolan said that, Cheng Xinglin didn't think that Chinese really couldn't be improved quickly.

Indeed, Chinese is a subject that needs to be accumulated.

But Chinese is Chinese, and a Chinese test is a Chinese test. As long as it is a test, there must be routines.

Cheng Xinglin was going to deal with this subject the same way he would deal with the finale of mathematics.

Summarize the main test points of the test questions, find out the routines from it, and when he encounters a question that he doesn't understand, he will try the routines directly.

There may be unexpected gains.

The running script over there came back very quickly, but he didn't send it to Cheng Xinglin right away, but asked Cheng Xinglin to take a shower and rest before sending it to the database.

Cheng Xinglin clicked on the database, but found that it couldn't be opened.

Future Jianxing: [This database is used together with the search engine I sent you, and it needs to be opened by a computer. 】

Future Jianxing: [You can go to school to see it tomorrow. 】

Cheng Xinglin has learned too much recently, and Jian Xing is very worried about his body in the future, so he came up with this compromise.

Cheng Xinglin agreed, but after lying down for a while, he still felt unable to lie down.

— Delay until tomorrow?

He still wants to watch it tonight.

After feeding Mimiba, Cheng Xinglin changed into the school uniform that Jian Xing had bought for him before, carried his schoolbag, and went out in the dark.

Cheng Xinglin touched the missing corner of the fence that he had seen during the day, stretched out his arms, and jumped into it effortlessly.

The demeanor of the school bully remains the same as before.

However, in the past, they climbed over the wall and went out to fight, but now they climb over the wall to study in school, and some things have changed.

Cheng Xinglin landed quietly and walked directly to the old teaching building.

The campus was a bit gloomy at night, and Cheng Xinglin played some strange school stories he had read in his mind on a loop, and he walked to the gate of the secret base with great courage.

This can be regarded as paying the price of life for learning.

While thinking, Cheng Xinglin pushed open the door.

The moment the door was pushed open, Cheng Xinglin's eyes widened in shock.

——I saw a person lying on the floor.

Jian Xing, who should have gone home early, was lying on the floor for some reason.

Under him was a thick cushion that appeared at an unknown time, the size of a double portion, half empty, as if it was waiting for someone.

Cheng Xinglin noticed that the pile of debris at the door seemed to have disappeared.

and so……

Is this specially arranged by Jian Xing?

Is he going to invite himself here, to rest together...?

Cheng Xinglin was still glued to the door and tangled.

Jian Xing who just heard the doorbell and sat up had already lay down.

"What a coincidence." Jian Xing stretched out his hand, patted the place next to him, raised his head and asked, "Would you like to lie down together for a while, there are many beautiful stars in the sky today."