Chapter 12: Victory in the first battle

The results of the cram school exams, accompanied by a crackling and pouring rain, were posted at the door of each class.

Some people are crowded to find out, and some people are cowering in their seats without interest, although Zhou Jiayi is a little sure in her heart, but at this time, she is still a little uneasy.

The pimple-covered boy squeezed over from the crowd, sat down next to Zhou Jiayi, hesitated, and asked her, "Why don't you go to look at the test results?" ”

"There are too many people, I can't squeeze in, I'll go over and see later." Zhou Jiayi smiled and continued to flip through the notes in her hand, which Lu Junyuan sorted out, and she often made English grammar mistakes.

The same table was bored with himself, and he couldn't help but be curious, "I've seen the rankings, don't you ask me?" ”

Zhou Jiayi, who is an adult in her bones, really can't play such a childish trick, she smiled and didn't say anything, and when the other party saw that she didn't speak, she finally couldn't help but say excitedly: "You took the third exam!" ”

He laughed proudly: "It's not the third in the cram school, it's the third in the whole grade!" Zhou Jiayi, we are at the same table, and the fat and water do not flow into the fields of outsiders, and it will all depend on you in the future! ”

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just to do more questions and eat all kinds of question types thoroughly." Zhou Jiayi remembered the tactics of the sea of questions during the summer vacation, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, Lu Junyuan was right, in fact, sometimes the simplest method is the most useful, isn't it?

The tablemate obviously didn't believe it, "Have you done less questions?" It's not like we haven't been to the third year of junior high school, we don't pay attention to sending a lot of rolls, and there is no floor on the table, if it's really useful, you and I can still sit here now, and we would have gone to Jiangping No. 1 Middle School a long time ago! ”

In the past few years, people who have studied well have hidden their learning methods, and the same table thought that Zhou Jiayi was unwilling to sue him, so he felt a little uncomfortable, and he spoke with a little thorn.

If it was placed in the past, Zhou Jiayi would definitely not take care of him, but think about it, how malicious can teenage students be, she said seriously: "The key is to understand the question type thoroughly and summarize the wrong points, so that it is easy to correct, and the points will naturally be recovered." ”

With a cold face and ridicule in exchange for such a piece of advice, the same table couldn't pull down his face to apologize, took a deep breath, and took out the test paper from his desk pocket.

The rain outside the window was still rattling, and there was no gesture to stop at all, after school, the people in the classroom left one by one, and Zhou Jiayi, who had neither an umbrella nor a raincoat, sat majestically in her seat and continued to do the question.

After a month of Lu Junyuan's devil training, she is no longer as easily distracted as before.

After finishing a physics problem, he went on to write "Chen Shijia", "The Snake Catcher Said", and "The Story of Yueyang Tower", and unsurprisingly fell on "Sending Dongyang Horses to Life" again.

After writing the words "Negative Basket and Drag" several times, Zhou Jiayi looked at the sky outside that was gradually darkening, sighed helplessly, and packed up her things and prepared to go home.

As the last person to leave the classroom, Zhou Jiayi's last action before leaving was to pick up the big lock on the podium.

The rain was ticking down the two steps of the first floor along the fence of the corridor upstairs, and it seemed that there was no end to the deep and shallow pit vortex, and there was a man standing in front of the wall of the report card in the make-up (1) class.

The wide raincoat covered the young man's figure, revealing only a handsome face, even if the bruises on his face had not completely dissipated, but this did not prevent others from giving his evaluation of his appearance.

Zhou Jiayi shouted Lu Junyuan's name in surprise and surprise, and was almost hit by the lock that came out of her hand.

"Thick branches." Lu Junyuan gave a four-word evaluation, bent down to pick up the lock on the ground, accurately circled the hole in the classroom door, and clicked the lock.

"Oh, your raincoat, Aunt Li was worried that you were in a hurry to go home in the rain and catch a cold, or you were hungry to hide from the rain, so she asked me to pick you up." Lu Junyuan took out the raincoat that was neatly folded in the bag, and nodded at the report card on the post wall, "Good job!" ”

Zhou Jiayi didn't take the discussion and praise of others to heart, but it was Lu Junyuan's affirmation that made her feel that her heart had come to fruition, and finally truly realized that her efforts these days had paid off, she put on a raincoat on her hands and feet quickly, and said with a smile: "It's not that your master teaches well, please give me more advice in the future." ”

Lu Junyuan nodded slightly, his blue eyes seemed to be deeper, he reached out and took the bag that Zhou Jiayi put on the ground, turned around and walked towards the carport.

A rain washed away the boredom and heat of summer, and when Zhou Jiayi and Lu Junyuan returned home, the rain gradually stopped.

There are two small bowls on the dining table in the living room, the bowl is peeled and cut into cubes, the bowl with white sugar is Zhou Jiayi's, and the other bowl is Lu Junyuan's.

The two put the raincoats on their bodies under the balcony covered by the canopy, Zhou Jiayi wiped the remaining rain on her face, sat on the sofa, and then changed her posture to lie on all fours in an instant.

Li Qiumei scolded: "I didn't sit or stand, why did I give birth to such a girl as you!" ”

Zhou Jiayi didn't think it was a pestle, and said with a smile: "My dear mother, your daughter is lying down, and Lulu is not an outsider, what are you afraid of!" ”

yes, what are you afraid of! Anyway, when Lu Junyuan asked her to get up before, he even saw her bird's nest head and the appearance of eye feces, and now she is just lying comfortably, what does it matter.

Li Qiumei was speechless, twisted a handful of meat on her legs, and then handed over the bowl of chilled sugar-pickled tomatoes, "Your rice is still hot in the pot, eat some of this to cushion your stomach first." Xiaoyuan, yours is on the table, take it yourself. ”

"Uncle Lu is gone?" Zhou Jiayi sat up straight, took the bowl, picked up a spoon and scooped a bowl of juicy tomatoes, and asked.

"Alas, this child, why is his hair still wet, wipe it quickly." Li Qiumei didn't care about answering Zhou Jiayi's words, but picked up the towel and made a gesture to wipe Lu Junyuan's forehead and bangs that were still dripping down.

"That...... Auntie, I'm ...... I'll do it myself. Lu Junyuan subconsciously took a step back, and felt that if he brushed Li Qiumei's kindness, it would definitely make her sad, so he had to take the towel and plan to do it himself.

Unexpectedly, before he could grasp it steadily, the towel in his hand was dragged away by Zhou Jiayi, and the little girl threw the towel back on the hook while muttering to her mother: "Just my dad's sweat towel, it can't be washed clean even if it is dirty, I don't like it, Mom, you give it to Lulu, and you don't consider his psychological capacity?" ”

"Oh, use mine, wash it every day, it's definitely not dirty, but if you have a habit of cleanliness, you can only consider going home and using your own." Although he said that, Zhou Jiayi had quickly ripped off his towel from the hook and threw it into Lu Junyuan's hand, anyway, he even wanted to put up with her father's towel just now, so he shouldn't dislike her.

The girl's towel smelled of soap, maybe it was really like what Zhou Jiayi said, she washed it every day, so it was very clean, but from the smell that lingered between the wings of his nose, Lu Junyuan felt that he seemed to smell the unique fragrance of the girl.

Lu Junyuan, who realized what he was thinking, touched the skin of the towel as if it was on fire, and his face was slightly powdery, he wiped his face carelessly, and did not talk to Zhou Jiayi, he took the initiative to hang the towel back, and then picked up the bowl of chilled tomatoes that belonged to him, and he couldn't wait to bury his face in it, but he didn't know which one was redder, tomatoes and his face.

Of course, Zhou Jiayi, who had no heart and lungs, couldn't think of the psychological dynamics of the school bully Lu Junyuan, eating tomatoes comfortably, and asked Li Qiumei again, "Is Uncle Lu gone?" ”

After getting a confirmed answer, she excitedly said "oh also", anyone who is stared at by an elder all day long will feel depressed!

After learning that Lu Boyi had returned to Xinnan City, Zhou Jiayi's whole person seemed to be relieved, she ate all the tomatoes in the bowl in three or two clicks, and then quickly rinsed the bowl, and then pulled Lu Junyuan into her room, took out the textbook and put it on the table, and said, "Come and teach me how to memorize "Send Dongyang Horse to Life", this author is from the Ming Dynasty, should he not be born in writing Bagu Wen, dragging the text is more powerful than the Tang and Song Dynasty Eight families, I either missed a few sentences, or wrote a typo, it is really no way." ”

"Song Lian was from the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, and the Baguwen was from the Chenghua period of the Ming Xianzong, and the difference between the two was a hundred years." When it came to studying, the tension surging in Lu Junyuan's heart was a little less, and he sat down on the chair next to him, translating Zhou Jiayi sentence by sentence, while reminding her that those words were easy to make mistakes.

Xueba has the method of being a scholar, and people like Zhou Jiayi, who used to be a scumbag, also have their own methods, for Lu Junyuan's translation, she summed it up as "how to make a sour scholar by selling miserably and boasting." ”

"Crooked reasoning is one by one." Lu Junyuan smiled, pointed to the portrait of an old man wearing an official uniform in the book, and said, "Song Lian is known as the 'head of the founding scholars of the Ming Dynasty', and is known as the 'Three Masters of Poetry and Literature in the Early Ming Dynasty' along with Gao Qi and Liu Ji, and is Fang Xiaoru's teacher. These are the points that sometimes you will test, and you should remember them clearly. ”

Zhou Jiayi wrote down quickly, wrote down a few sentences that Lu Junyuan had just mentioned, closed the book and recited the original twice, this time there was finally nothing wrong, she obediently wrote it again, after making sure that it was accurate, the author's life, central idea, and the meaning of the article were not missed, until Lu Junyuan nodded, she was relieved.

In the past, Zhou Jiayi felt dizzy as soon as she arrived at the foot of the mountain, and she was a proper scumbag, but now, with the help of Lu Junyuan, she has accurately and firmly climbed one mountain after another, but the difficulty is high and low.