Chapter 209: Enlightenment
In the first mock test, Yang Jingjing still ranked first in the class and ranked second in the school year. This is the first time that someone has been tested in front of her since she went to the sixth middle school, and the score is quite high, with a total score of eight points more than Yang Jingjing.
The first class in the second class of the school year, is a rising star, before the third year of junior high school, the study has been stable in the dozens, but I didn't expect the third year of junior high school to work hard, and it was actually brought up.
Yang Jingjing felt the pressure, her face was not obvious, and she worked harder and harder behind her back.
Gao Feng raised his eyebrows and exhaled, after studying for so many years, this kid actually went directly from more than forty to twenty-two in one go.
Gao Feng made rapid progress, and even the teacher smiled from ear to ear, praising him for his smart brain, as long as he is willing to study hard, he can catch up with his grades.
In time for a half-day rest last Sunday, Sun Cong'an beckoned Gao Feng to go to his home to play.
Gao Feng glanced at Yang Jingjing, who was bowing his head to pack his schoolbag, and asked, "Isn't it called Yang Jingjing?"
Sun Cong'an looked mysterious: "Don't call, I'll take you to see some good things today." โ
Sun Cong'an's family lives in the first phase of Jingangwan, which is a single-family villa, with a report at the door, and the entry and exit checks are very strict.
Gao Feng raised his eyebrows: "The environment of your home is quite similar to mine." โ
Sun Cong'an turned his head to look at the uniformed security guard, and pouted: "Pretending, something is really wrong, don't care about the." It's like your compound, it's all real guns, and as soon as I passed, my legs went weak. โ
Entering the house, Sun Cong An's pull Gao Feng straight to his bedroom on the second floor.
Entering the house and closing the door, Sun Cong'an reached out and patted his schoolbag with an excited face, and asked, "Titanic, have you seen it?"
Gao Feng shook his head, he followed Yang Jingjing every day except for homework and study, how could he have time to read this.
Sun Cong'an pouted: "It's really outdated, I haven't seen it, let me tell you, it's very good-looking!"
Sun Cong'an's family has conditions, as long as he likes it, his father will hold it in front of him with both hands.
The Titanic, which has long been popular all over the world, before the release, Sun Cong'an had seen pirated discs.
Sun Cong'an fiddled with the DVD player in the bedroom, and after playing, he pulled Gao Feng to sit on his large and comfortable double bed together, and watched the original English video for the second time with great concentration.
After the movie started, the dim tones on the screen suddenly came into view, filling the field of vision, Gao Feng and Sun Cong'an fell silent at the same time, and slowly entered the play and became addicted.
Gao Feng used to watch a lot of movies, but all he watched were war movies, there was his own auditorium in the compound, and movies were shown every week, and he really hadn't seen this kind of European and American blockbuster.
Luxurious cruise ships, handsome and handsome gentlemen, beautiful and enchanting rich ladies and wives, the whole film has a certain strange charm power, stirring people's hearts.
Of course, in the whole film, the most memorable thing for the young teenager is the quiet room, a human sketch that makes people's blood boil.
Rose, a rich girl, was lying on the gorgeously textured sofa, her body plump and undulating, and her face was gorgeous and radiant.
The young painter Jack holds the pen, staring at Rose in front of him with a focused gaze, and draws a seductive curve with a single stroke.
Wow.
As soon as the camera turned, Rose's body was cleverly covered by the drawing board, and all the inappropriate pictures for children were harmonized.
Memories of adolescence are often incoherent, fragmentary, and full of blanks, some quickly lost to the years, while others are firmly rooted.
Rose's smooth and white shoulders and the rhythm of Jack's brushes tugging at the teenager's heartstringsใใใใใใ
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