Maybe it's because the summer vacation rains a lot, the weather in September is a little hot, the fans overhead are creaking, and the sound of fans holding books in the classroom is also filling the whole classroom.

Zhuang Wenche was lying on the table fiddling with the globe, recalling the knowledge points taught by the teacher in class, if there was anything he forgot, he would flip through the book and take a look.

He seems to have been a science student, but suddenly transferred to a liberal arts class, and the increase in political and historical places and the physical and chemical students who are getting farther and farther away make He seem a little uncomfortable.

When I was a freshman in high school, I relied on what I heard in class to answer the papers, but fortunately, the first year of high school was not very difficult, but the high scores of the top few still relied on physics and chemistry to pull points.

"I still can't figure it out, why do you want to study literature as a science bully?" Zhuang Wenche closed his geography textbook and turned the globe, which was his usual habit. He turned his head sideways to look at him.

"Science is too easy." He seemed to ignore him, and lowered his head to do the math problem in his hand.

"Don't be, the last time I saw you pack your things, there are at least two or three practice books for mathematics, physics and chemistry, and there are English papers, you work so hard to learn science, you shouldn't transfer to the text."

"Carry your geography, and I'll take care of my affairs." He seemed to turn the page of the scratch paper again, continued to calculate the problem, and did not look at him.

"You've been doing math problems all day long, you have changed your brain." Zhuang Wenche took out a geography atlas and two practice books and a set of papers from his desk pocket, "Do you want me to help you look at geography?" ”

"No, you don't."

"Really?"

"Thank you." He seems to close the math problem, take out the geography book, point to the various outlines and drawings on the book and start asking.

She didn't seem to go to the playground in the last physical education class of the afternoon, and her legs still couldn't exercise vigorously. There was a mountain of books on the table, and he seemed to hesitate for a long time, and then took out politics and began to memorize.

The door of the classroom was a little deformed by the previous students' fighting, and the sound of the door opening was very harsh, and it was this piercing sound that broke the rare silence in the classroom.

Zhuang Wenche looked inside, and saw He seemed to be looking at him expressionlessly, he was already a little used to this look, from the beginning of school to the present, He seemed to have hardly smiled like this, and always looked sad.

"Why didn't you go down?" This time, she didn't like to endorse very much, and her nerves, which had been tense all afternoon, seized the opportunity to relax for a while.

"I'm also a victim of that car accident, okay?" Zhuang Wenche looked at her and pointed at himself, he was indeed not lightly pressed by the bicycle.

"Then what did you just do?"

"Excuse me, you won't leave without leave, be careful of being scolded." Zhuang Wenche sat back in his chair and looked at He Xiang's reaction proudly.

"Oh." It doesn't seem to be the first time she's missed physical education class, it doesn't matter if she scolds or not, she looked down at the large paragraphs of the political book, and realized that forgetting what she had just memorized was the biggest headache for her.

"Okay, okay, don't give any reaction, I saw that you didn't go down, so I'll help you with it."

"Thank you."

"Are you behind politics?"

"Hmm." He seemed to nodded, "But I don't feel like I can memorize it much, do you want to give me some advice?" ”

"How do you carry it?" Zhuang Wenche looked at the political book in He Qi's hand, the notes were indeed done seriously and had nothing to say, Zhuang Wenche thought to himself, maybe He seems to really like learning, and only when it comes to learning can he seem to be interested.

"Rote memorization."

"I'm really embarrassed for you to choose the text." Zhuang Wenche took out the draft book from his schoolbag, the draft book was the text used up last semester, how to look at his words, it was very neat, it should have been practiced deliberately.

"As for politics, textbooks are the best teaching aids," Zhuang Wenche continued, "There are four compulsory books in total, can you really rely on rote memorization?" For example, here to learn culture today, first list the framework, and then add it, and you will find that all the knowledge points are connected......"

When he was in the self-study class, Zhuang Wenche had already drawn several pages of mind maps for He Xiang.

He seems to look at these mind maps and recall the knowledge points in class, she used to deal with numbers, formulas, and chemical formulas, although she changed the way, she adapted quite quickly.

The last time he stood at the door, Zhuang Wenche said that he would be the first in liberal arts, how to know that he was not joking, but how to feel that he may not be able to get involved with the second.

Zhuang Wenche can almost pay attention to the class for more than 30 minutes in class, learn his own set of methods, and have different opinions from the teacher when he talks about the topic.

"Did you study at night?"

"No."

"Go home directly after this self-study session?"

"Hmm."

"Then you can do me a favor."

"What?"

"Didn't you originally study science, do you have any notes or wrong questions in the first year of high school, I have a cousin who has just entered the first year of high school, and I want to buy it."

"Think about it." He seems to be a little hesitant, all the sweat of the first year of high school is there, and it is useless to keep it, but if it is really sold, she is really reluctant, but after the expenses since the beginning of school, she will not even have the money for food.

"Then I'll take it with me tomorrow, ranging from five to ten yuan each, and textbooks are also counted."

He seemed to go back and change into a black dress, put his hair down, thought about adding another pair of sports shorts under the skirt, and then went out with a guitar on his back.

At six o'clock, the sun was just about to set, and the student in her school uniform walked in the direction of home, and she was retrograde with the sun on her back, unlike everyone else.

Walking down a long street, turning a corner, pushing open the marked iron door, inside is a small bar.

It's like taking out your guitar and sitting on the stage as an inconspicuous backdrop, playing unfamiliar tracks. It was the only night job she could find.

From half past six to ten o'clock, one thousand eight in a month.

When she went back, it was already dark, she stuffed her guitar into her piano bag, picked up her piano bag and ran all the way back, she looked at her bleeding legs, and unprecedented grievances filled this small room.

When she got home at half past ten, after eating and washing up at eleven o'clock, she didn't even have time to finish her homework, which is why she seemed to be transcribing.

Some people are smart, but they don't seem to know that they don't belong to those "some", those workbooks that have been written and written, turned over and turned over are the ladders she climbed to get high grades, but she has no time to build ladders, she can't put all her energy on studying like everyone else, otherwise she will even have a problem of survival.

It seems that it is already past twelve o'clock after finishing his homework, and there is only one five-dollar left in his wallet, which has been crumpled and crumpled. She opened the cabinet and turned out all the books used in physics and chemistry in her first year of high school.

"It's a pity that you don't choose so much." Zhuang Wenche looked at He as if he had put two stacks of materials on the table, and began to feel sorry for the money in his pocket.

"Notes are a little more expensive, ten yuan, and the wrong questions are your own situation, so it's a little less than seven yuan, five yuan for textbooks, six yuan for exercises, and eight yuan for information books. I'll do the math...... One hundred and eighty-five. Zhuang Wenche gasped, but it was not too hard, but there was no price reduction, and he gave it like one hundred and eighty-five.

"How much did you spend on these?"

"More than five hundred."

"You don't ...... either" Before the word "poor" could be uttered, Zhuang Wenche suddenly stopped and began to think about how he would take these books back.

"No what?"

"Misheard, nothing. But you seem to have cried, and your eyes are swollen. ”

"Nope."

"Sorry for these books? Then I'll let my sister use it up and come back, knowing that this is your whole year's hard work, and I can't bear it. ”

"No, being used is its value, otherwise it is meaningless no matter how many people's efforts it contains."

Zhuang Wenche nodded and said no more.

The basketball game at the beginning of each semester is the most anticipated by the whole grade, and Lu Qinglin, as the captain of the school team, has applied for the privilege of Tao Yun to practice in the playground in the self-study class every day these days.

Originally, there should have been Zhuang Wenche's share, but unfortunately Zhuang Wenche's injury had not healed yet, so Lu Qinglin forced He Yang, who had never played ball, to train.

There were few boys in the liberal arts class, and only Lu Qinglin and Zhuang Wenche could really play basketball among the few who came in, which made Lu Qinglin lose his hair every day for the class competition.

But fortunately, there are many girls in the liberal arts class, and only two liberal arts classes have their own cheerleading teams in the entire sophomore year of high school.

In the view of the class leader Lin Lan, the reason why basketball is lost is because there are few boys, so cheerleading must not lose to another liberal arts class, and seven or eight girls of similar stature are selected in the class to practice dancing.

He seems to be and Zhuang Wenche, two disabled, were put behind the scenes to do logistics work.

"Look at the fate of the two of us, I can't play basketball, you can't dance cheerleading. Seriously, I think you're the best-looking girl in our class. ”

"It's beautiful, but you can't eat it."

"That's pretty too."

During the competition, he seemed to be "cheering" with Zhuang Wenche and yelling harder than the other, which can be regarded as contributing to the momentum of the class.

The result was not a surprise to everyone, they were second to last in their class, and one was another liberal arts class.

"Xiao Qingqing, just look at the point, we all know you did your best." Zhuang Wenche patted Lu Qinglin's shoulder.

"Get out, Xiaoqing's flesh is not numb." Lu Qinglin gave Zhuang Wenche an unexpected white eye.

"Look, it's because of you, we don't have homework tonight, you hero."

Tao Yun is a teacher who is very "popular with the people", and promised them that as long as this basketball game is not one down, he will tell all the teachers to exempt them from homework for a day.

"Cut."

The intense study life still continues to move forward like a wheel, how can it be recorded into the mobile phone to memorize the content, countless single song loops every day, and the only thing that can make her feel relaxed every day is the last self-study class every day.

The prelude to the monthly exam gradually sounded, and He seemed to have asked the bar owner for only two days of leave, and the leave of 100 yuan a day was the most extravagant thing he had ever done so far.

After the division of arts and sciences, there is no need to take the physics and chemistry in the usual exams of the liberal arts students, so when I moved the book back, I looked at the workbook that did not write a few pages, and I didn't know whether to be glad that I didn't choose the science or a little sad.