Yue Wenwen sat there alone, dark green, like a quiet plant.

"How did he go?" Yue Wen asked himself gently, and her doubts were like bubbles in a swamp, floating up little by little, with no signs of breaking.

The moon temperature is beginning to empty.

Outside the window, there was a night like the sea, and some candlelit oranges dotted with candlelight.

Suddenly, Yue Wenwen remembered herself who wiped her nose yesterday, and thought of the distant community full of ginkgo, and remembered the English teacher who chose her as the class representative in elementary school, and remembered her father who had been talking a lot...

Thoughts took her to many, far places.

The night was completely thick, and the moon was warm and warm, crossing the road and walking home.

The rabbit pendant on the schoolbag was quiet, as if it had something on its mind, and the arc of the smile was a little stiff.

During the next National Day holiday, the moon temperature soaked in the library.

It's still quiet, and the window is a little green. In this way, I quietly completed my holiday homework and finished the analysis of the test papers.

At first, I had a lot of reluctance in my heart, and I asked myself if this was really the end of it.

When I was only young in the first year of junior high school, I would always make up my mind because of the low ranking in an exam and the number of points thrown in a test paper, thinking that the future was confused.

The moon temperature is to be strong in the end.

The blood surging in her body will boil at any time, and every cell in her body will shout at any time.

She can readjust and even jump up and shout to herself "I can".

Yue Wenwen believed that he was a powerful person.

Since there is no way to understand the concept, let's start with the concept of back, mononomial polynomial, angular bisector perpendicular bisector, denominator cannot be 0... These very small things are actually the things that Yue Wen Wen needs to understand the most.

Yue Wenwen spent a few mornings and afternoons to figure out how little knowledge the teacher has taught since the beginning of school, even if the soul of the god of learning is burning in his body, he can't ignore it, Yue Wenwen is still afraid of mathematics, and he will break out in a cold sweat when he can't figure out how to solve the problem, and Yue Wenwen calls it the sequelae of the iron pipe.

It is not only necessary to overcome the sequelae, but also to face up to some problems: people do have limited ability to understand in some areas... Just like language, it doesn't take much time to figure out who is using what rhetoric or who wants to express what thoughts.

Just as Beethoven could write music, Li Baisheng could write poetry, and Yue Wenwen's comprehension ability in learning language was innate.

If you ask Beethoven to write poems and Li Bai to write tunes, that's not realistic... It is unlikely that Yue Wenwen will become a top math student.

Fortunately, the knowledge is there, and it will not run away on long legs.

After she finally figured out these concepts, she went through the math paper seriously, and there was a lot of superficial knowledge that she didn't know, and she was confused when answering the questions, let alone getting points.

The sun is slowly falling, it seems to bring a little residual warmth, today is the tail of the fourth day of the National Day.

It seems that 70% of the questions can be answered by himself, and Yue Wenwen is a little complacent.

It's just that his neck is a little numb, stretches a big lazy waist, and yawns a long time without reservation.

"I'd love to have a cup of snow top... And chicken nuggets. Forget it, pack up and go home. ”

Regarding the matter of Shi Yu packing up his schoolbag and leaving directly that day, Yue Wenwen thought that he would be very sad, but in fact, he was not particularly sad, there were many complicated feelings coming up together, and the only thing Yue Wenwen could recognize was anger.

Even though he thinks he is mature, now Yue Wenwen just wants to fight with Shi Yu, the kind of fight that really wrestles and really hammers, and it is best to roll a few laps on the ground.

Sometimes the awkwardness between the little boy and the little boy is just a few laps on the ground, and they are still brothers after the fight.

But the anger between boys and girls is very difficult, you can't fight, and if you can't vent your anger, it will snowball.

Yue Wenwen didn't go online to talk to him, and the nameless anger she was holding back in her heart converged into a kind of force, always urging her to study hard, study math hard, surpass him in the next exam, and make him look at herself.

Yue Wenwen was still a little surprised when she thought that she would be embarrassed and angry, turning her anger towards someone into a power to spur her to study.

Yue Wenwen often thinks that giving should be different from herself, at least, sometimes she is pretentious, and he is born extraordinary.

Good-looking, polite, gentle, and also different from the childishness of their peers.

He is very popular in the class, he can gag with the boys in the class, and he can also make every girl have a good impression of him.

It's incredible that such a powerful person would become his tablemate. What is Shi Yu thinking about every day, I really want to knock his head open to see. Look at what this boy who picked up the crescent moon pendant and called himself to stop, played the flute in the evening training of military training, and ate desserts after walking through the streets and alleys, what was going on in his heart.

But it shouldn't be too long to be at the same table together, and the next time the head teacher says that the seats will be rearranged, and they won't be sitting together at that time.

Thinking of this, Yue Wenwen felt a lot of loneliness in her heart, and even those angers became less intense, turning into a wisp of misty smoke.