After lunch, Mo Ziqi took the Sultan to the school like a parent leading his child to the park. Mo Ziqi has been here since he was in high school, so he is naturally very familiar with this place.

"This school is so big, everything is complete, more than ten times better than ours." The Sultan looked at the school buildings of various names, and looked at the exquisite design and neat and beautiful flowers, and couldn't help but admire.

"Of course." Mo Ziqi disagreed. "You're only a county high school there, but it's the best high school in the city, so of course there's no way to compare." After a general visit, the two returned to the dormitory to prepare for a lunch break.

Mo Ziqi lay on the bed, touching the pillow, squinting his eyes and sighing: "No wonder adults say that only by studying hard can they have a good life, you see us, we are only in high school, and we are starting to enjoy the benefits." One dormitory for two people, so spacious. It is said that ten years of Qingzhi County, 100,000 snowflakes of silver. Isn't the school leading us in the direction of moths? ”

The Sultan also lay down, squinted, and after listening to Mo Ziqi's words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, and said to her, "What kind of consciousness are you?" The school wants to tell us how much power we have, how much resources we can enjoy. Mo Ziqi, you shouldn't be the nineteenth class who entered through the back door, right? ”

"Eh, that makes sense, why didn't I think of that?" After listening to the Sultan's words, Mo Ziqi raised his head and looked like he was aware of it. When he reacted to the second half of the sentence, he said angrily: "Nonsense, how can I go through the back door?" I've worked hard for a year to get to where I am today, and I'll show you my old school card. After saying that, he got up from the bed, took out the school card in the storage box and threw it on the Sultan's bed.

The Sultan picked up the card and looked at it, almost unrecognizable. "Oh, is this you? Why are you so fat? ”

Hearing the Sultan's exclamation, Mo Ziqi rolled his eyes: "It's me, is it so scary?" In order to enter the top 60, I lost 30 pounds, I used to wear plus-size clothes, but now I can wear M size out of the loose feeling. Do you think I'm fighting like I'm going through the back door? ”

The Sultan glanced at the school card again, threw it back to Mo Ziqi as if he had confirmed something, laughed lightly, and seemed to reassure Mo Ziqi: "Well, it seems that it is indeed the real thing." After speaking, he shook his hand at Mo Ziqi: "Sleep, I'm so sleepy!" Mo Ziqi didn't speak again, and it didn't take long for the Sultan to gradually feel sleepy.

In the dream, the Sultan dreamed that Ji Xun three years ago suddenly became the person he saw today, stood in front of her, and suddenly spoke: Cheng Shuang. Then the Sultan was awakened.

After waking up, I got up and sat down for a while, looked at the watch on my wrist, and it was half past one. Mo Ziqi on the opposite bed was still sleeping with a rogue rabbit in his arms, looking quiet and well-behaved. The Sultan looked at her for a moment, then got up and folded the sheets. Sultan went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water to sober himself up.

When he came out, Mo Ziqi just sat on the bed and stretched out, and the mobile phone next to him rang jubilantly, sounding like an alarm clock. Mo Ziqi, who was still a little confused, saw that the Sultan had already combed his hair, and hurriedly said to the Sultan: "Eh, you wait for me." I'm going to the classroom with you. Without waiting for the Sultan to reply, he hurriedly put on his slippers and ran to the bathroom. The Sultan had to sit in a chair and wait for her.

On the way to the classroom, Mo Ziqi was a little dying, as if he hadn't slept enough. "Sultan, you said there are so many people in our city. There are sixty people in our class, and the difference between the score of the first place and the score of the last place is no more than sixty points, except for the score difference between Jiang Nan and Ji Xun, two perverts, from the third place to the last place, our score difference is no more than 20 points. Speaking of which, she looked like she had nothing to love.

"You say, if someone like me worked so hard to lose thirty pounds that he was admitted to the exam, how miserable will his life be in the future?" Hearing Mo Ziqi's complaints, Sultan couldn't help but think of the report card he saw at the beginning. He ranked fifth there, and his results were indeed perverted in An Huai No. 1 Middle School. But here, it's really not enough to see.

I ranked fifth, and I look good, but the actual situation is: the difference between my score and the last place is more than 20 points, so many homework, and if you make a mistake in any big question in the main course, you will be stepped on by many people. In the past, the students in everyone's class were a hodgepodge, and these people were the best in each pot of hodgepodge. Everyone is a person who regards scores as half a life, and it is normal for Mo Ziqi to be apprehensive. How can I not be worried, I used to have Gu Yunchuan to give her a plug-in, but now I am fighting alone, I feel desolate when I think about it! As for Ji Xun and Jiang Nan, they may not take them seriously at all, right?

Her soul was wandering here, and she suddenly heard Mo Ziqi say to her with some excitement: "Sultan, you are a fighter in our nineteen women's army, you must work harder." You must not be pressed by those boys without a chance to turn over. If you get the first place, I think about that scene, I am full of blood and energy! ”

The Sultan was amused: "You really think of me." Let's not talk about this possibility, even if I get the first place in the exam, I should be excited, what are you excited about? ”

Mo Ziqi said while climbing the stairs with the Sultan: "Inspirational! My tablemate, a big beauty. A scarce resource for future society. The grades are already so good, this has to be a desperate study, how unthinkable am I to have no sense of crisis? "Seeking Collection, Seeking Collection"