The class bell rang, and the girl in No. 1 Middle School left disappointed, but looking at her look, Zhang Cang didn't think she would give up, maybe she would come back after the next class. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In noisy classrooms, teachers write formulas on them, while students speak unscrupulously below.

Zhang Haiqing took notes seriously, Zhang Cang turned his head to her and asked, "Since you study so seriously, why don't you go to class at No. 1 Middle School?" ”

Zhang Haiqing stopped his pen, looked at Zhang Cang for a while, shook his head, and didn't want to speak.

Zhang Cang thought that there must be some secret here, and the Eye of Fate was ready to launch a backtracking at any time, ready to break his own insistence.

But soon, without a single fate point, he gave up this idea at the prompt of fate, and continued to ask: "What is the name of the girl in No. 1 Middle School, and what does it have to do with you?" ”

"Her name is Guan Xin, my wife."

Zhang Haiqing said lightly, "My classmate in junior high school lived in a community a few years ago, and then my family moved, and I saw her a lot less. ”

Zhang Cang sighed, not paying too much attention to it.

When I was a student, it was common for two good girls to call each other husband and wife, which does not mean that they are not really heterosexual.

However, it is quite rare that the relationship between the two girls in junior high school can continue until the last semester of high school.

And the other party still cares about Zhang Haiqing so much, and wants her to study better and get admitted to a good university.

"Then why did you get so angry with her?" Zhang Cang asked curiously, "Isn't this good for you?" ”

Zhang Haiqing didn't want to answer, so he turned his head over.

Zhang Cang shrugged his shoulders and leaned helplessly on the table, completely ignoring the teacher who was trying to give a lecture above.

After the second class, Zhang Cang went out to the commissary to buy some snacks, and when he came back, he saw the girl named Guan Xin again, and continued to entangle with Zhang Haiqing.

He thought about it, and did not walk into the classroom, but came directly to the road outside to the teaching building of No. 1 Middle School, until the preparatory bell before class rang, and when the girl hurriedly ran over, Zhang Cang stopped the other party: "Guan Xin, please wait." ”

"Huh? Are you ......" Guan Xin stopped and looked at Zhang Cang, "Who are you?" ”

Zhang Cang was speechless: "I gave you a place before the last class, Zhang Haiqing's tablemate." ”

"Oh, it's you." Guan Xin was a little anxious, "Something to say, I have to go to class." ”

Zhang Cang nodded: "I know, I just want to ask you to give me a little time at noon, let's have a good chat about Zhang Haiqing, and I also hope that she can have a better learning environment." ”

"That's right." Guan Xin waved her hand, "Okay, wait for me here after school at noon, and talk about it when the time comes." ”

She quickly dropped two sentences and rushed forward, daring to burrow into her classroom before the last bell rang.

Touching his chin and feeling the touch of his stubble, he returned to his classroom.

Zhang Haiqing was still taking classes seriously over there, and Zhang Cang slipped in from behind.

The teacher above saw Zhang Cang's movements, didn't bother to talk about him, and only talked about the knowledge in the textbook.

Zhang Haiqing is a little wrong today, the girl who is very smug on weekdays, is silent a lot today, sometimes she will raise her hand to speak when the teacher asks questions, but today there is no one.

Zhang Cang thinks that this should be the reason why Guan Xin's girl is.

After the third class, Guan Xin did not come again, Zhang Haiqing seemed to be secretly relieved, and the last class seemed to be a lot more lively.

After school, Zhang Cang asked Wumei to go to dinner by himself, and he waited at the intersection by himself.

Ten minutes later, the students from No. 1 Middle School also came out one after another, and a petite figure appeared from it and came to his side: "Let's go." ”

Zhang Cang nodded and followed Guan Xin to the campus.

Along the stone path, the two of them came to the small garden of the school, which was surrounded by some flowers and plants, and there were some scattered stone benches, and many people liked to come here to rest.

But it was noon, and there was no one else, Zhang Cang and Guan Xin occupied a stone bench and sat opposite each other.

"Say, I want to know something about Zhang Haiqing." Zhang Cang said to the girl in front of him, "I don't think she doesn't want to study well, and I don't know why a person like her would come to the school of No. 3 Middle School." ”

Zhang Haiqing's academic performance is very good, but it is only because of her liberal arts grades that she has dragged her down.

Of course, the liberal arts results in the high school entrance examination mainly depend on the two major courses of Chinese and English.

Zhang Haiqing's science grades are very strong, Zhang Cang has seen her get full marks many times, no matter what such a character is, he is biased to the point that he can only come to the third middle school now, he doesn't believe it anyway.

To be honest, in fact, a person like Zhang Cang, who doesn't learn well, has a few points to answer indiscriminately, after all, it is not easy to get a high score in the final composition, but half of the score can still be obtained.

As for English, Zhang Haiqing is really not good, because her English score has never exceeded 30 points, which is also strong evidence that she is biased.

But English as a language, as long as you really study it seriously, it is actually not very difficult, you can't get a high score, and it's absolutely no problem to pass.

A score like Zhang Haiqing can only be that the other party is not willing to learn. Because she's smart, otherwise she wouldn't be that high in science.

"Actually, Zhang Haiqing's results should be very good."

After a long silence, Guan Xin let out a long breath, "When I was in junior high school, Zhang Haiqing was the president of our class and the teachers' favorite student. ”

This is this sentence, which makes Zhang Cang understand how strange things are.

Being able to become a class president and become a teacher's favorite student only shows how good the student's academic performance is.

And to be able to achieve top academic performance, there will naturally be no such extreme bias.

In other words, when she was in junior high school, Zhang Haiqing's liberal arts grades such as Chinese and English were definitely top-notch.

"Since this is the case, then what is the reason why Zhang Haiqing's current liberal arts grades are so poor?"

The question swirling in Zhang Cang's mind made him blurt out, "Do you know something?" ”

"Of course I do."

Guan Xin patted her thighs, her palms made violent noises on Bai Si's thighs, crackling and beating hard, as if she was venting her anger, but it was only venting on her body.

Her tone was very complaining, it seemed to be for herself, Zhang Haiqing, and even others.

It wasn't until she took a hard breath that she pointed to her chest at Zhang Cang: "She's sick here." ”

Heart disease?

Zhang Cang subconsciously turned this thought, and then understood: "It's psychologically ill!" ”