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    Yeah, what’s there to panic about?

    Sheng Wang said nothing.

    He looked slightly stunned and seemed unable to find an answer.

    Sheng Mingyang had already closed the door downstairs, and the key made a soft knock on the entrance cabinet.He changed into a pair of soft-soled slippers, and the muffled sound of footsteps extended from the living room to the kitchen.

    After a while, there was another knock on the door, and another set of footsteps in the kitchen.

    Maybe it was because of the dead of night, or maybe because Sheng Wang’s back was against the door. Jiang Ou’s voice was not loud, but it could be vaguely heard in He’s ears.

    “Why didn’t you say anything when we arrived? Is the matter resolved?” Jiang Ou asked.

    “No, I have to go back later.” Sheng Mingyang said, “It’s a bit troublesome.”

    “Then have you had dinner?”

    “I just ate some airplane food, but I’m a little hungry now and want to find something to cushion my stomach.”

    “There is chicken soup, can I heat it up for you?”

    “No, it’s too noisy.”

    Sheng Mingyang whispered something, probably because he was afraid of disturbing Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian upstairs.Then the voice of the river gulls also became lower, and what they said could no longer be heard clearly. The buzzing human voices seemed very close and yet very far away.

    Sheng Mingyang took something from the refrigerator and dealt with it. After a while, they went back to the room, and the house gradually became quiet again, as usual.

    Water drops dripped from the hair on his forehead, Jiang Tian grabbed one end of the towel and wiped it.

    Sheng Wang’s shoulder and neck lines slowly relaxed, and the panic at that moment was like a fleeting glimpse, disappearing in an instant.He couldn’t figure out the reason, so he casually gave a reason: “My dad is nagging. If I want him to know that I haven’t slept yet, then I have to nag him – why haven’t I rested at this hour? Is it because I haven’t finished my homework or is it because I’m playing around and procrastinating the time?”

    Sheng Wang lowered his voice and imitated his father, and his tone was so lifelike.He walked to the desk and put down the paper in a familiar way: “If you want to say that the homework is not finished, he will immediately ask if it is too difficult or too much. Is it the same for everyone else or is it just you? If you want to review for the monthly exam, he will ask how your review went and whether you are confident. After asking, he will say that it is good to be stressed, but not too much. Then he will start to pour chicken soup into my mouth.”

    This routine was too familiar. He had seen it with too many parents. Jiang Tian couldn’t help laughing when he heard the second part, and even Sheng Wang laughed: “Is your head buzzing? Wouldn’t you panic?”

    Jiang Tian put the glass of water on the table, took the towel from his neck and wiped his hair: “He talks so much?”

    “No. He’s just too busy to ask, so when he finally gets a chance, he has to show it actively. With a little bit -” Sheng Wang pursed his lips and considered it for a few seconds, “Do you understand the meaning of compensation?”

    Jiang Tian’s hand wiping his hair paused, and he glanced at Sheng Wang’s face, only to see that the other party was busy turning out the pages marked for special exercises. He could not see any emotional problems.

    “But one thing about Sheng Mingyang is different from many parents. He doesn’t really have any requirements for my grades, and he doesn’t say harsh words. He still has to praise me after I drink chicken soup.” Sheng Wang held the page, raised his head and imitated Jiang Tian: “We Sheng Wang’s ability is okay, dad believes in you.”

    Jiang Tian walked to the corner amidst he’s complaints, threw the towel into the laundry bag, straightened up, and said, “Shouldn’t he be called Wangzi?”

    “…”

    Sheng Wang was silenced instantly, his expressions filled with excitement.

    A few seconds later, he pointed at Jiang Tian and muttered: “Shut up.”

    Since ancient times, Jiang Tian has always told others to shut up, and it is extremely rare for others to reply with “he”.He raised his eyebrows and nodded to indicate that he could reluctantly cooperate.

    Shengwang was very satisfied.

    He pulled out the chair and sat down, then took the special question bank and asked Jiang Tian: “Hey, have you done similar questions to these two?”

    There are no prescribed tutoring books in the attached middle school. Teachers in each class recommend some according to the students’ situation.

    Several teachers in Class A do not advocate excessive question-based tactics. A certain amount of question reading is definitely required, but there is no need to repeat too many questions.When they recommend them, they will talk about the advantages and disadvantages of different guidance books and let them choose to buy them.

    The content of the tutorial books is pretty much the same, but the compilation method and the level of topic selection are slightly different.Teachers all say that buying one or two books is enough. You can combine the advantages and disadvantages without having to do every question.

    Therefore, just because this student has seen some difficult problems does not mean that that student has also seen them.

    Jiang Tian glanced at the book in his hand and sat down on the window sill.

    Sheng Wang waited for a long time and didn’t get an answer. He kicked Jiang Tian’s slippers and said, “Hey.”

    Hey deaf.

    Sheng Wang kicked again: “Jiang Tian.”

    Jiang Tian is also deaf.

    Sheng Wang: “…a top student?”

    The top student is still deaf.

    Sheng Wang lowered the hand holding the book, propped up his knees and began to sigh.

    “Stop shutting up and open your mouth.” He was already familiar with this process and said it without any burden: “It’s okay if I’m wrong.”

    Jiang Tian finally recovered his hearing, stretched out his hand and said, “Show me the question.”

    Sheng Wang slapped the book into he’s hand, pursed his lips and said, “Questions 12 and 13, I gave them stars.”

    “Have done it.” Jiang Tian knew at a glance, “Last question?”

    “Well, I’m a little clueless.” Sheng Wang said, “I got stuck after writing the formula.”

    “It’s normal to get stuck. The last question is a bit out of line and needs to be accumulated,” Jiang Tian said.

    “What ji? Which ji?” Sheng Wang didn’t respond.

    “The product of calculus.” Jiang Tian said.

    “Wait a minute.” Sheng Wang asked, “Is it the calculus I understand? The one in college?”

    “Yes.”

    “…”

    The words of great hope get stuck in my throat.

    “I don’t have time to read tonight.” Jiang Tian said simply, “At least there won’t be any monthly exams this time. The other He classes are also making progress, but they are not as deep as the AB class at the moment.”

    “At least? That means we will take the exam in the future?” Sheng Wang asked.

    “As long as it is something that has appeared in the college entrance examination, any school dares to take it.” Jiang Tian said, flipping through the answer analysis at the back of the question set, and he said: “There are too many omitted parts, why did you buy this book?”

    “This book is more coherent from the basics to the more difficult ones, and is suitable for self-study.” Sheng Wang said angrily, “Can you be considerate of the people in Les Miserables? However, there are indeed a few difficult problems, and they have been covered in one stroke. Anyway, I have finished this book, and I will buy another one to make up for it.”

    Jiang Tian thought for a while, put down the book and walked to the closet.

    Sheng Wang looked at it confused, and saw he opened one of the wardrobe doors, opened a storage box and rummaged around, picked up a blue-covered question book and handed it over and said: “This book is more in-depth.”

    Sheng Wang took the book, but his attention was not on his hands, but on the wardrobe.

    Jiang Tian’s wardrobe is very strange. The horizontal bars above are full of empty hangers, but there is no clothes.There are two compartments below, one for a transparent storage box and the other for a suitcase.

    The suitcase was unfolded, and the clothes Jiang Tian usually wore were packed inside and folded neatly.So neat that as long as the suitcase is closed, the owner of these things can leave without leaving any trace.

    “You…” Sheng Wang was stunned for a long time, then raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Tian, “What are you packing for?”

    He suddenly remembered what he had vaguely heard – Sheng Mingyang said that Jiang Tian wanted to stay, but because the school had not opened applications yet, he was temporarily kept by them.

    At that time, he wished that the other party would leave early, but now he suddenly changed his mind.

    He didn’t know at which moment on which day he changed his mind. He only knew that the moment he saw the suitcase, he felt a little indescribable.

    Just like in the summer when he was a child, whenever he had fun in a theme park in the suburbs, various calls would come to Sheng Mingyang’s mobile phone, so the fun came to an abrupt end and he had to follow the adults home obediently.

    Even though he knew he would be able to come back soon, he still felt disappointed at that moment.

    …the kind of disappointment that would be forgotten in the midst of laughter and then suddenly come back.

    “Are you leaving?” Sheng Wang asked.

    Jiang Tian followed He’s gaze and glanced at the suitcase. He didn’t speak for a few seconds. After another moment, He said, “It wasn’t just packed. It has been left like this.”

    These words sounded more distant and cold. Jiang Tian paused and added, “Personal habits.”

    “Personal habits?” Sheng Wang came back to his senses, “You wouldn’t do this at home, would you?”

    “Yeah.” Jiang Tian nodded lightly.

    “Why? Is it mysophobia or obsessive-compulsive disorder or something?”

    “Convenient.” Jiang Tian said.

    He didn’t want to discuss this topic, Sheng Wang could tell, so he didn’t ask any more questions.He opened the question book given to him by Jiang Tian and found that it was surprisingly clean. Except for the red circles on some of the question marks, there was no writing on it.

    “You didn’t do it?” Sheng Wang changed the topic.

    “It’s not written directly on it.” Jiang Tian said, “Just take it and use it. Just look at the circles.”

    There is no doubt about Sheng Wang’s own ability, but with Jiang Tian’s deletion of the complex and keeping the simple, he saved a lot of trouble in reviewing, and the speed was unprecedentedly fast.

    He fell asleep before 1 o’clock for the first time in a few days since he transferred to the attached middle school.

    He thought this was a good sign, indicating that this monthly exam would be smooth sailing, but who knew that when he came to the bridge, he would capsize in the gutter.

    The monthly exam in the attached middle school is more formal than the weekly exam, and the exam is divided into two days.On the first day, Chinese and mathematics were tested, and on the second day, English and two electives were tested.Sheng Wang turned over early the next morning.

    The exam started at 8 o’clock, and he sat in the examination room at 7 o’clock as usual.Because he was well prepared, he was in such a relaxed state that he failed to notice that something was subtly wrong.

    Around 7:20, an unfamiliar boy poked his head in and asked, “Is Sheng Wang over here?”

    Sheng Wang looked up from his notebook.

    The boy waved to him and said, “The English teacher is looking for you.”

    Sheng Wang threw the notebook into the table, stood up and walked to the door and asked, “Sister Jing is looking for me? What’s the matter?”

    “I don’t know.” The boy said, “It seems to be an English competition or something? I want you to get a new paper.”

    “Now?” Sheng Wang asked.

    “Yes.”

    He turned his head and glanced at the wall clock on the back wall of the classroom. It was true that there was enough time, so he doubted that He was there and prepared to go upstairs.

    The boy said: “It’s not upstairs, it’s over there in the printing room.”

    He pointed in the direction of No. 3 Road and said, “The one in front of Xiu Shen Garden.”

    “Isn’t there a printing room upstairs?” Sheng Wang was a little confused, “Why go to the one on No. 3 Road?”

    It was only later that he discovered that the two small dark rooms next to the office on the top floor contained printers, specially used by the teachers of Class A to print papers during the competition season.

    The boy shook his head and said, “I don’t know, maybe the printer is broken. Go quickly, I’m going to the examination room.”

    After he finished speaking, he went to the other end of the corridor.

    Sheng Wang muttered a few words and quickly went downstairs without further delay.

    In order to save time and take a shortcut, he walked across the Xiu Shen Garden, but it turned out that he was in trouble.He was stopped by two boys on the path of Xiu Shen Park. The two boys were neither wearing school uniforms nor hanging school badges. They exuded an aura of plague chickens. At first glance, they did not look like people from the affiliated middle school, but more like second-rate kids hanging out in some nook and corner.

    One of them scratched his scalp and said, “Hey, your name is Sheng Wang, right? Do you know why I’m here today?”

    He may want to bluff people first, wait for Sheng Wang to reply “I don’t know”, and then tell him while looking for trouble.

    Unexpectedly, Shengwang didn’t follow the routine, nodded and said calmly: “I know.”

    Cuntou was stunned and asked fiercely: “You know? Oh, then tell me, what am I here for?”

    Sheng Wang smiled, then pulled his knee down on his face and said, “You came to ask for a beating.”

    Inunto let out a cry and knelt down, covering his crotch.He lost his ability to fight on the spot and curled up into a ball on the ground, thrashing.When the other man saw this, he cursed “fuck” and swung his fist towards Sheng Wang.

    Sheng Wangxin said that he was really lucky in the exams. He failed every time he took the exams, but he had to advertise every day that he was powerless.

    Even though they knocked down one at the beginning, Shengwang couldn’t get away quickly.

    He spent a long time in Xiu Shen Garden with the remaining guy before he finally got rid of him. The other guy had a few bruises on his body and a nosebleed.Shengwang’s school uniform was also stained with mud, and the side of his face was scratched by a branch.

    He gave the other party a kick in the end, took off his school uniform and ran towards Mingli Building. He hurriedly rushed but was still 12 minutes late.

    “Report.” When Sheng Wang entered the classroom, the invigilator’s eyes widened and he asked with a straight face: “You’re late for the monthly exam?! Why are you there?”

    The English listening section on the classroom radio had been put to the last part. Sheng Wang wiped the side of his face and said, “I’m going to see a doctor.”

    The invigilator was stunned: “Ah? What’s wrong with you?”

    “My brain is sick.” After Sheng Wang finished speaking, he asked, “Report, can I go back to my seat?”

    The invigilator didn’t know whether he was angry or shocked. He opened his mouth without saying a word, and Sheng Wang entered the door by himself.

    The misfortunes of the morning made him so angry that he couldn’t pretend to be good.

    He stuffed his school uniform into the table, grabbed a pen and started reading the paper.

    There were two sections in the listening section, and he didn’t get a single word. There were three pages of multiple-choice listening questions, with a blank mouth grinning at him.

    There are 20 questions totaling 20 points. He managed to gain 60 points in the last exam, but this time he dropped one-third.

    So fucking fucked.

    Sheng Wang cursed in his heart, and then began the magical journey.

    The dialogues in the first section are all separate, with one question per dialogue, and he can’t do it for the time being.So he turned directly to the second page and started to think about it.

    In the second section, each conversation will correspond to two or three questions. He grabbed the pen and started to mark the repeated words in the questions.The stems of two to three questions can roughly outline the content of the conversation. Together with the words that appear more frequently, the key points of the conversation can be sorted out.Guessing the answer on this basis will have a much higher accuracy rate.

    He finished the last 15 questions in this way, then turned back to the first page, sighed and started to get confused.

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