When Zheng Ya stood at the gate of the school with a few big characters written on Zhangshi No. 1 Middle School with a simple backpack on his back, there was still a strong sense of warmth in his heart, and his package was as always his living expenses for the week. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Moreover, it is thirty yuan more than in the previous weeks, and in the package, there is a small note from her mother Wang Yi: Ya'er, don't study too hard, you have to rest well, good grades are not the only one, I believe that my Ya'er will become a useful person, and also, the college entrance examination is only three months, you don't have to move bricks, Mom will add thirty more to you every week

Zheng Ya knows the conditions at home, which is why Zheng Ya has not told her family that she has secretly moved bricks and pasted food outside to supplement the food after the price increase of the school cafeteria has risen.

Her father was paralyzed, and her mother worked alone outside the home and worked at home, which was hard, and Zheng Ya felt the hardships, so Zheng Ya had been studying hard in the past.

For various reasons, he has been doing poorly, and then he really couldn't work hard, and Zheng Yacai, who was disheartened by himself, did everything possible to reduce his mother's burden.

But apparently, the mother was always on the lookout for herself.

Moreover, my mother should have known that her academic performance was not good, but she left a message of encouragement in a note.

To be honest, the moment she saw the note, Zheng Ya had an impulse to tell her mother that her IQ had returned to normal, and even to tell her mother that her high IQ was coming, and her academic performance would improve.

But in the end, Zheng Ya decided to repay his parents with a good score in the college entrance examination.

I hope to surprise my parents when the time comes.

Silently, as usual, I caught the bus, and after more than an hour's drive, I returned to the city No. 1 Middle School again.

Seeing No. 1 Middle School again, although it was only two days apart, Zheng Ya had a feeling of being suddenly separated from the world.

Taking a deep breath, Zheng Ya looked at the city's No. 1 school with an elegant environment and a good learning style, and said silently in his heart: No one asks about the cold window for ten years, for the sake of my parents, for myself, and for my dreams, I, Zheng Ya, are here

That night, as usual, Zheng Ya honestly sat in his seat, and then began to pick up the book and began his first study after awakening Zheng Guan's memory.

It's just that the moment he picked up the textbook in his hand, Zheng Ya had already realized that the memory of the ancestor Zheng Guan was not omnipotent.

In the era of my ancestors, there was no mathematics, physics and chemistry, let alone English, and the only thing that could help me was probably to be able to write a good article.

But when it comes to the college entrance examination, composition is just a proposition in the language.

In a word, if you want to fall pie from the sky, it is really a scene that can only be dreamed of by daydreaming, and if you want to be like your ancestors, it is very difficult to win the champion of both civil and military materials, which can be described by a poem, that is: Woohoo, the danger is high! The difficulty of Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky!

The translation is: Oops, it's so ****** hard.

The future is bright, but the road is tortuous; the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

There is still a long way to go.

After figuring out this reality, Zheng Ya, who felt that he was a little taken for granted, was not only a little decadent, but also a little depressed.

After being filled with hope for the future, it turns out that the truth is much more cruel than imagined.

A latent fear and fear in the face of great difficulties came to her heart, and Zheng Ya felt a little discouraged.

Staring at the book a little sluggishly, Zheng Ya seemed to see his father's paralyzed legs from the book.

Opening the backpack, Zheng Ya saw the note left by her mother, and on the note, her mother's handwriting was simple and warm.

Closing her eyes, Zheng Ya seemed to see the adoring eyes of her sister when she was a child when she was admitted to the first middle school in the city.

Think again, think about the almost disregard that your classmates have for themselves.

Zheng Ya's heart gradually became firm.

Slowly, I said to myself very cautiously in my heart: Zheng Ya, don't be discouraged, I haven't done it, how do you know that you can't do it, come on, Zheng Ya, what's more, you have a lot more than others.

Lifting his spirits, Zheng Ya began to turn his head, looking for the help that the old ancestor's memory might have for him after he awakened.

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Zheng Ya's eyes gradually brightened, and quickly, he took out a textbook from the desk again, and put the two textbooks in front of him at the same time, and looked at it with both eyes.

Not long after, Zheng Ya gently clenched his fist under the desk, and screamed softly in his heart: yes, Zheng Ya found that his guess was indeed correct, his subconscious, that is, the consciousness where Zheng Guan's memory was located, could actually learn independently under his own control, while learning in his own ontological consciousness.

In other words, Zheng Ya is now equivalent to two people studying at the same time.

What you have learned, as long as you transform it slightly, can be turned into your own.

It's just that what Zheng Ya doesn't know for the time being is whether there will be some time limit for this state of simultaneous learning of double memories, and if so, how long can he learn every day.

What's more, after entering high school, the memory decline and the symptoms of forgetfulness disappeared, perhaps because of the cultivation of the bodhicitta method that can improve wisdom, Zheng Ya found that his memory is super good now, and the things he just read are like steel plates, engraved in the depths of his mind.

From the memory of the old ancestor, after a little thought, it didn't take long for Zheng Ya to find the reason why his memory had declined before.

Strictly speaking, it is likely that it is due to malnutrition, Zheng Ya began to awaken subconsciously when he entered high school, but because the awakening was not complete, it actually became a disease, which caused Zheng Ya to have problems with his memory, no matter how hard he tried, his grades never went up.

And now, with the subconscious splitting and with the practice of bodhichitta, Zheng Ya's memory has not only recovered to the level it was before high school, but it will also improve rapidly with the progress of bodhichitta method.

Zheng Ya's heart slowly became firm.

Learning may not be as pie-in-the-sky as you imagined, but the memory of the ancestors still brings you the bodhicitta method, the key to open the door to wisdom, and gives you double the ability to remember.

What you need to do is to work hard and work hard.

Before the college entrance examination, how far you can do it, whether you can raise your eyebrows and puff up, it all depends on your hard work.

The so-called hard work and harvest, hardship and hardship, it is less than three months before the college entrance examination, and I need to redouble my efforts.

In the memory of my ancestors, it would take about a month to get started by practicing bodhicitta by myself, and before that, I needed to practice some auxiliary exercises to promote the rapid progress of bodhichitta method.

So, you have to plan how you should arrange your time and study content in the next three months.

With his eyes wide open, Zheng Ya took the book in his hand all night, and did not turn half a page, but in his heart, he gradually sorted out his future study and cultivation matters.