A few days later, she came to surf the Internet again, and when Ling Xiaoxiao turned on her phone and hung up QQ, she didn't know what kind of mood she was feeling in her heart.

But when she saw Zhong Yuan's flashing avatar in the friend column, her mood instantly became very good, this is true.

[Zhong Yuan]: Not surprisingly, on the evening of July 24, the provincial news conference broadcast the admission scores of three key high schools.

This is definitely inside information! This Zhong Yuan is really not an ordinary person! Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the message in the dialog box in a daze, and only this thought crossed her mind.

Today is July 22nd, so wouldn't it be two days before the results will be available? Ling Xiaoxiao's heart was beating a little fast.

[Yaya]: Really? Does that mean I just have to worry about it for two more days? These key schools really know how to think about our candidates.

The other party's avatar was dim, Ling Xiaoxiao stared at the dialog box, and after a long time, she didn't see any news from the other party, it seemed that she was not online.

Xu Xiaoying's friend list has hundreds of friends, and she can chat with more than a dozen at the same time, so Ling Xiaoxiao glanced over boredly, and saw that under Xu Xiaoying's computer, orange information prompts kept flashing.

Zhong Yuan didn't seem to be online, looking at the unresponsive dialog box, she suddenly didn't know what to do, these few times on the Internet, every time the other party was there, the other party accompanied her when she was happy, she was emotionally unstable, and the other party accompanied her when she had ups and downs, that is, the results came out, and the other party also gave her the latest news for the first time, when, for a netizen, she also had the emotions to rely on?

This sudden recognition startled Ling Xiaoxiao. I'm still young, but I can't think about those messy, some things, her goal now is to be admitted to Q University without distractions, this is an obsession!

Xu Xiaoying was typing crackling on the side, the keyboard was banging chaotically, Ling Xiaoxiao looked sideways at her grinning face, and somehow a sentence came to her mind: Fools have foolish blessings, this is really suitable for this silly girl.

Ling Xiaoxiao was thinking about the account she had registered in the forum before and was about to log in when the mobile phone in her pocket rang.

"Hello, Mr. Huang."

"Xiaoxiao. I just got a call. On the 24th, the admission score will be released, so remember to watch the news then. Huang Xin's soft, concerned voice came out of her phone.

Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned when she heard this, why was Huang Xin's news so synchronized with Zhong Yuan's? They weren't asking the same person, were they......

"Really? Great, thank you Mr. Huang. I'll be sure to pay attention. Ling Xiaoxiao hurriedly made a surprise look.

"You kid. I was going to tell you about it tomorrow when you came. But when I think of what you've been worried about lately, I think it's better to talk to you sooner. Huang Xin smiled softly, Ling Xiaoxiao could make up how beautiful this smile would be.

Huang Xin has nothing else to do. She still has students at home, and she hung up the phone after explaining. With the exact news, Ling Xiaoxiao hurriedly called Wu Qingqing: "Qingqing, remember to watch the news in the province on the evening of the 24th, and the admission score line will be released." ”

Wu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and then guessed what Ling Xiaoxiao said: "What did your teacher tell you?" It's really fast. ”

Ling Xiaoxiao turned her head again, and found that the chat dialog box with Zhong Yuan at the bottom of the screen was flashing, and the other party was online.

[Zhong Yuan]: The score line should be close to what I said, I don't know how many points you scored, if it is over 605 points, then it is not a big problem.

[Yaya]: I'd better wait for the news......

Ling Xiaoxiao was afraid that she would be overjoyed, so she didn't dare to make any assumptions now.

[Zhong Yuan]: Remember to go online on the 25th.

[Yaya]: Okay, if I can be admitted to your high school, you have a lot of credit.

[Zhong Yuan]: Me? What do you mean?

[Yaya]: If you hadn't told me some study methods and the reference books used in your school, I wouldn't have made such a big progress.

[Zhong Yuan]: This is the result of your own efforts, and I am only an assistant.

[Yaya]: Auxiliary lines are still very important in math problems, so thank you.

[Zhong Yuan]: When you are admitted to our high school, thank me again, so that I can show that my auxiliary line is really helpful.

This man...... Ling Xiaoxiao tugged the corners of her mouth lightly, and typed out a line of words with a strange expression that she didn't even know.

[Yaya]: Then if I can't pass the exam, won't it be very bad for you to lose face, which means that your auxiliary line is not very useful?

[Zhong Yuan]: That's not what I meant.

[Yaya]: What does that mean?

This sentence has been sent for a long time, and the other party has no message to send it, Ling Xiaoxiao pouted and stared at the screen, waiting for the other party's message to come, the other party should be a little helpless now, right?

[Zhong Yuan]: [/wipe sweat], you can ask me if you have any questions in the future.

[Yaya]: If I am admitted to the eighth middle school and encounter a problem that I don't know, wouldn't I go directly to your class to find you?

After another long time, the other party replied to the message, Ling Xiaoxiao stared at those two words, inexplicably felt that the other party was a little shy and a little solemn, a very strange feeling.

[Zhong Yuan]: Yes.

After molesting Zhong Yuan's children for an afternoon, Ling Xiaoxiao's mood became better and better, and there may be a reason for Zhong Yuan's sentence 'If the score is above 605, it is not a big problem', but she did not delve into more reasons.

Wu Qingqing knew that he would know the result in two more days, and he didn't have the heart to continue to sit here, Zhong Yuan had already gone offline, and Ling Xiaoxiao felt bored when she had no object of teasing, and the two of them left Xu Xiaoying, who was still chatting hotly, and went home.

This day is Saturday, Ling's father followed the big truck to Bincheng, and he couldn't get home until midnight, Ling's mother also went to Bincheng with the car in the morning, and took the train to the capital to buy goods at night, and Ling Xiaoxiao was the only one at home, but she was already used to this state.

In order not to worry Ling's father and Ling's mother, she thought about it for a long time and still didn't send them a text message, telling them the time of the notice, knowing that she was very sure that she would be admitted to Bincheng No. 8 Middle School, she was even more energetic when she read the textbooks of the first year of high school.

Her pre-study is mainly based on the basic question types in textbooks and reference books, and the slightly more complex question types are still a bit difficult for her to do, and it will be a bit of a waste of time. Her learning ideas are basically the same as before, and she still focuses on understanding the basics and the textbooks thoroughly.

She firmly believes that quantitative change will cause qualitative change, as long as the foundation is firmly grasped, one day she will be able to understand everything, and when the time comes, she can do it no matter how complex the question type is.

For dinner, because she was the only one, she was too lazy to cook so she soaked a bag of instant noodles, which was the first time she had eaten instant noodles since she was reborn, and the taste was still as good as in her memory, which made people nostalgic.

When Ling's father came back, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning, Ling Xiaoxiao had already slept and didn't know what time it was, she had planned to tell Ling's father the time of the notice early the next morning, but as a result, there was a little problem at the oil station, and Ling's father left when she went out for a morning run. (To be continued......)