A heavy rain over the weekend caused the temperature in Dongou City to drop to the lowest limit where it could not go any further.

Oucheng District, which does not snow all year round, ushered in a wide range of icy roads the next day - this road surface mainly refers to the alleys and alleys where the ground is uneven, and the water in the small puddles in the alleys is not cleaned. Although there were no cars in these years, just relying on the crushing of bicycle wheels and pedestrian footsteps, before the sun came out, those thin Xiaoice layers less than half a centimeter thick would melt.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the end of the year is getting closer.

"Insects Fly" is like the last episode in Lin Miao's life years ago, and after the past, Lin Miao's life tends to be dull.

Entering January, Lin Miao's days have become three points and one line. In the morning, I went to school, practiced in the Children's Palace in the evening, and the rest of the time, I all shrank at home as otaku, and I was content to do ghostwriting work for Lao Lin.

Lin Miao raised the progress bar of "Growing in the Micro" at an average rate of 2.5 days and 1 article.

Every time she finishes writing an article, Lin Miao will feel a little more relieved from her spirit and manuscript fees, so the more she goes on, the better her state, and the better the quality of the articles she writes.

It can be seen that some people are indeed born to eat this bowl of rice.

While working hard for a better life, Lin Miao did not leave behind his main business.

In order to ensure that he could get a full score in the final exam, Lin Miao had memorized the entire language book in a frenzy, and even borrowed a copy of the class teacher's lecture notes from Lao Zhou, and even did not let go of the reference answers to the post-class questions and the summary of the text analysis.

Objectively speaking, in the final exam of the last semester in the opposite area, Lin Miao's energy was indeed a bit of a cannon to fight mosquitoes, and to kill chickens with a knife, using too much force. However, from Lin Miao's own point of view, he thinks that this kind of effort is valuable. After all, as a "child prodigy", you should try your best to avoid the low-end stain of life such as failing exams. Especially the primary school exam, which is the battlefield of life with the lowest difficulty of pretending, if you can't even do it perfectly in this kind of scene, then it's still a yarn?

Writing books, revising, getting art in the evenings, and hating myself for being so handicapped.

Life is full, and living life is easier than flipping through a book.

The calendar turns the pages one by one, and before you know it, the end of the year has arrived.

Half a month later, on the afternoon of January 19, the last rays of sunset on the horizon of the day set, and the bell rang for the end of class at Bailifang Primary School.

In the fifth (sixth) classroom of the school, the head teacher Lao Zhou closed the textbook and lesson plan, and exhaled slightly in his heart.

The semester is finally over, count on your fingers, and in another year and a half, she will be retiring.

And in the next New Year, I can rest for more than a month. Life is like this, what more can a husband ask for?

-- Who would have thought that an old teacher with the title of "special teacher" on his head would have such a little pursuit in his heart? But most people live in the world and work hard all their lives, isn't it just a desire to live a comfortable life?

"In the past few days, we have reviewed the places we should review, and the key points that should be talked about have been talked about many times, so let yourself relax a little at night, and go out for a walk with your parents, but don't play too late, you should go to bed early. Tomorrow's exam, don't be nervous, just play normally......" Lao Zhou said lightly, it sounded casual, but if you think about it carefully, someone will naturally find that these words are not for the whole class.

It's for the "good students" in the class.

After all, the scumbags are very relaxed every day, and at the end of the semester, it is estimated that their minds have already flown to the New Year's firecrackers, red envelopes and new toys, and they are also very relaxed without being reminded by Lao Zhou.

The only ones who are really nervous are those who have worked hard, have expectations for their grades, and have requirements for themselves.

"Doll, I'm so scared......" Peng Fangfang pulled Lin Miao's sleeve and said with a face half arrogant and half false.

Lin Miao glanced at her and said lightly: "Don't be afraid, anyway, no matter how much you take the test, you can't do better than me." ”

Peng Fangfang rolled her eyes, the self-esteem of the pseudo-academic bully was hurt - her grades were above average in the class, and after being a tablemate with Lin Miao for a few months, her brain circuits gradually cleared up, and her learning ability improved a little fast. Lin Miao's basin of cold water simply poured her heart cold.

"It's really annoying, do you know you're good!" Peng Fangfang patted Lin Miao with disgust.

Lin Miao was calm on the surface and discriminated against her in her heart, because she was not a beautiful girl, and she was really not good-looking.

At most, Lin Miao can only wish her that in a few years she can have a female college change, or learn the correct way to make up, otherwise it will be really difficult to find a high-quality husband in this life.

"Doll, how many points do you think you can score?" Peng Fangfang asked again.

Lin Miao turned the pen in her hand, her eyes were cold, her tone was flat, and she said something that completely subverted Peng Fangfang's outlook on life: "How many points I can score in the test is not how many points I can score, but how many points I have in the test paper." I scored 100 points, not because I had the ability to get 100 points, but because I only had 100 points on the test paper. ”

When Lin Miao spoke, Lao Zhou was already silent.

The classroom was quiet, and everyone looked at Lin Miao with indescribable consternation.

Lao Zhou looked at Lin Miao dumbfounded, feeling that the language of his life might have been taught in vain. For the first time, she knew that a student could boast of his good grades, and he could be so domineering, so mighty, and so shameless......

After being stunned for a long time, Lao Zhou came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said with a smile: "Okay, then let's get out of class, I wish the students good results in the exam." ”

When the words fell, there was an immediate commotion in the classroom.

A large group of little children have learned Lin Miao's blowing.

"It's not that I don't want to score 110, it's just that I only have 100 points on the paper. ”

"Don't blow it, Lin Miao said that people are capable, and you can score 90 points at most. ”

"! You're only getting 90 points, okay, I'm going to get at least 95 points. ”

"You can also score 95 points in the Chinese test?"

"Who's telling you Chinese? I mean average! I'm pretty good at math, right?"

"Okay, okay, Lin Miao didn't say that he was good when he won the city's Olympiad championship......"

"What the hell do you know how to chat?"

Lin Miao silently sorted out her schoolbag in the noise, and the idle textbooks in the drawer were stolen a lot during this time, and some of them were taken home.

Carrying a schoolbag that was a little heavier than usual, Lin Miao walked past the blackboard.

His name was not on the list of students on duty on the blackboard, and it was not there before, and it will not be in the future.

Outside the classroom, Xu Fengfan was waiting for him with a smirk.

Lin Miao walked up to Xu Fengfan, and Xu Fengfan said happily: "I will be liberated after the exam tomorrow." ”

Lin Miao snorted.

Xu Fengfan said again: "Come to my house to play games after the exam, I bought a new cassette, they are all two-player games." ”

Lin Miao said: "Okay." ”

Xu Fengfan said again: "Lin Miao, you are so quiet today, what's the situation?"

Lin Miao looked up at the two bars on Xu Fengfan's arm, and said: "An aunt got me a place in the finals of the National Primary School Student Essay Competition, and kept urging me to write an essay for her, saying that the capital was in a hurry." I'm thinking that if I might as well write it in passing the Chinese test tomorrow morning, I won't have to write twice and waste time. ”

Xu Fengfan looked confused.

Anyway, a few months ago, he was still competing with the little guy in front of him for a place in the whole district, but how long has it been, not only has this thing won the city's championship, but also reached out to the national competition?!

This Nima's progress speed is unparalleled, and we can only follow his ass and eat dust in the future?