The finals are fast approaching, and this time the presentations will be given throughout the grade level. Lin Zhao carried his chair and followed the army downstairs, and his ears were full of the voices of the students who were extremely excited because they didn't have to go to class.

"You don't have to be nervous when you're playing, just practice like you normally would." Qin Muyang didn't know when he leaned over and explained to Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao nodded: "I'll try my best." He was silent for a moment, then said, "Actually, to be honest, I don't have much hope at all, and I'm very satisfied to make it to the final." ”

Qin Muyang didn't encourage him at length, and only said four words: "I believe in you." ”

This time, Lin Zhao ranked No. 14 and was relatively middle. He was in a separate classroom with dozens of other contestants, waiting for the host to call out their names.

Others are still reading books or memorizing, still making their last efforts. Lin Zhao looked out the window, and his thoughts didn't know where he had drifted.

Although the process of preparing for the game was painful, Lin Zhao didn't want the game to end so quickly. Because as soon as the game ended, he no longer had any reason to stick to Qin Muyang all the time.

Time passed imperceptibly, and when the people in the student union shouted "Prepare for the fourteenth", Lin Zhao put away his thoughts and walked out.

After the host's cross-talk, Lin Zhao took a deep breath and walked onto the podium with his head held high. He smiled and pulled out a stick from the bamboo tube held by the host, and then unfolded it to the host.

"The question drawn by Lin Zhao on the fourteenth is, you have three minutes to prepare."

Lin Zhao held the microphone and hung his head slightly in thought.

"When the time comes, please start your speech."

Lin Zhao raised his head, his gaze passed through the layers of the crowd, and finally landed on the person he was thinking about.

Qin Muyang looked up at the people on the stage, raised his hand, and gave a thumbs up in the air.

At that moment, Lin Zhao's fighting spirit was suddenly ignited. He wanted to show Xiàn better, to let the person in the audience know that his thumb was not the wrong one.

The top 10 students in this speech contest are: first place, Wang Qi of the first class; second place, Zhang Feng of the second class; Third place, class 1 Li Man...... ninth, Lin Zhao of the twentieth class; 10th place......"

The host's voice was covered by cheers, Liu Weiwei hugged Lin Zhao and shouted excitedly: "Ah Zhao, you are the ninth!" Did you hear that? You're number nine! ”

Lin Zhao raised his head blankly, and the congratulatory voices around him sounded extremely unreal. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, and he couldn't help but squint.

"Congratulations."

The deep voice recalled Lin Zhao's senses, he turned his head, accurately captured the familiar gaze, and smiled: "Thank you." ”

Thank you for making me willing to be better for you.

The matter of the speech contest came to an end, and although Lin Zhao did not get the opportunity to participate in the summer camp, as the only person in the ordinary class to enter the top ten, he was still recognized by many people.

He Xian praised him when he read late, and the English teacher praised him again during English class, and even the math teacher, who had always looked at him unpleasantly, said "not bad".

In the face of the sincere or fake congratulations of his classmates, Lin Zhao just smiled: "I'm just lucky." ”

He was not modest, but really lucky, because the topic he drew happened to be the topic that Qin Muyang had repeatedly emphasized. So he always felt that he didn't deserve this award.

Anyway, the speech contest is finally over. Lin Zhao was thinking that he must wake up naturally tomorrow and make up for all the sleep he had missed during this time.

But soon, his dream was shattered by He Xian's words: "I just received a notice that our grades will have midterm exams on the 21st, 22nd, and 23rd of this month. ”

There was a cry of mourning in the classroom. Someone said loudly: "It's only been a few days, it's too late to prepare!" ”

"Don't you have any idea when the midterm exam will be? Preparing now? He Xian knocked on the table, "Hey, hey, be quiet for me." ”

After the classroom was a little quieter, she continued: "Originally, the exam was going to be taken on the 14th, because the speech contest was postponed, be content." Give me a good review, and there will be a parent-teacher conference after the midterm exams. ”

The bottom suddenly boiled again, and it was even worse than before: "Why do you have to hold a parent-teacher conference, the school is too frustrated!" ”

"So you have to take the test well, what are you afraid of the parent-teacher meeting if you do well in the exam. Okay, okay, stop howling. It's already evening reading time, so I'll take out the language books and read them. ”

After He Xian left, Lin Zhao stared at the language book on the desk and was engrossed, and he didn't turn the page for half a day.

If it had been before, he wouldn't have cared about the midterm exams. Anyway, whether it's the last place or the penultimate place, it's not bad for him, and he doesn't care about the results.

But now it's different, and now that he's determined to study hard, he can't give up on himself anymore.

Today's evening self-study is math, the math teacher talks about the homework of one class, and the rest of the time lets everyone read the book by themselves.

Regarding the homework taught by the math teacher, Lin Zhao didn't understand it at all. He wanted to start with the basics, so he took out his math book and looked at it from the first page.

At first, Lin Zhao could still see it, but the more he went to the back, the more complicated it became, and the more difficult it seemed to him.

Barely finished reading the first chapter, Lin Zhao couldn't read it anymore. He put away his math book rather irritably, ready to read other subjects to spice things up.

However, the situation of other subjects is not much better, except for Chinese and English, which are more liberal arts courses, physics, chemistry, and biology can only understand the simplest surface.

After a night of self-study, Lin Zhao didn't know what he was watching.

He finally realizes that he is not the legendary genius. The homework he lost for nearly a year is not something he can make up for if he wants to.

This fact frustrated him.