At noon, coming out of the library, the two tacitly walked to the mobile stall not far away.

In the scorching summer, how can you miss a bowl of delicious cold skin.

Mucha didn't wait for the boss to shout, so he pulled He Miao and sat down on the bench.

"Boss, come for two...... Wait a minute, wait a minute, Miaomiao, do you eat cold skin? Only then did Mucha remember that he hadn't asked for He Miao's opinion yet.

"I don't want to eat cold skin, I want to eat that cake." He Miao stood up and walked to a stall next to him.

Mucha looked up, the white lotus leaf cake, and the basin next to it also had all kinds of side dishes, and he could eat whatever he wanted.

I really want to eat it, but I also want to eat it, which one do you want to eat?

She was thinking about it, and He Miao came over with the vegetable cake that she had already paid for.

"Xia Xia, don't you eat? I can't finish it alone. He Miao carried two lotus leaf cakes the size of palms and shook them in front of Muxia's eyes.

"Then you give me a little less, I'll taste the taste, I want a cold skin, let's eat it together." Boss, let's have a cold skin, and put more chili peppers and vinegar water. Mucha shouted contentedly.

"Here, you can taste it, it looks delicious." He Miao went to the owner of the vegetable cake seller again, divided the vegetable cake into two, and gave half of it to Muxia.

"Hmm! It's delicious! The fluffy lotus leaf cake is sandwiched with crisp and refreshing side dishes, which can be described as a masterpiece! Mucha praised as she ate.

"Girl, come and serve your cool skin."

"Boss, how much?" Mucha pulled the money out of his pocket.

"Two dollars."

"Okay, boss, the money is in a cardboard box for you." Mucha returned to his seat with a large plate full of cold skins.

"Miaomiao, how much is your vegetable cake?"

"A piece of five, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think it's really too affordable, let's eat cold skin." Mucha gave He Miao a pair of chopsticks.

She picked up a piece of cold skin and ate it in her mouth, "Well, that's the taste, I miss it!"

There are homemade vinegar and spicy seeds, the crispness of cucumbers, and the Q bomb of dough in the cold skin, which is really a peerless delicacy in this summer.

Under the shade of the tree, the two slowly consumed their food and shared the harvest of the morning.

"I decided to submit, and I looked through some magazines and there were those serialized novels on them. You see, these are a few magazines that I have written down, and I am going to submit a few more. He Miao's radiant appearance made Mucha yearn for it.

Mucha agreed: "Let's do it together! What are your plans for the afternoon? ”

"I'm going to continue to go to the library to read books, learn more about their styles, and then correct the shortcomings in my novels, and try to get the manuscript through the first time."

"Okay, let's go there and sit down and rest." Mucha pulled He Miao and walked towards a long chair that had just been vacated.

Soon the library was open again, and people were rushing to their favorite books.

In front of the bookshelves full of magazines, Mucha flipped through the magazines he was familiar with, analyzed the columns set up in them, selected the aspects he was good at, and prepared for writing.

As the saying goes, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, she also copied a few articles with different styles and brought them back to school to split up the study.

After studying a few of the magazines in this series, it was time for the library to get off work.

Mucha dragged her stiff body towards the school.

Time passes by the people in a hurry, and before there is time to turn back, it is already far away.

In addition to running, eating, and sleeping, Mucha devotes almost all of his time to studying, and even the articles he intends to submit are written and written in a short period of time before going to bed or eating.

Over the weekend, Mucha revised his manuscript again, went to the post office, and submitted his first article.

Combined with her experience in her previous life, she submitted a short and concise youth inspirational article in "Reader".

There is no time to dwell on the outcome, and the final exams of the first year of high school are approaching.

In the self-study class on Monday, the head teacher Brother Chen stood on the podium, "Students, there is still a week before the final exam."

"This exam determines the liberal arts and sciences class in your sophomore year of high school, although you are now in the key class, but if you don't work hard, there is a 50% probability that you will be sorted out of the key class."

"The difference between the key class and the ordinary class, I don't think I need to say more."

"Now let's talk about the arts and sciences class, mainly to see which subjects you are better at, and communicate more with the teacher's family."

"Although you can change classes later, you need to spend more time and energy to catch up at that time, and the college entrance examination will not wait for you, you all have to think about it."

"Let's review it by myself, and the squad leader will come up and watch the discipline." After Brother Chen finished speaking, he walked out of the classroom.

Although almost all of his time was spent studying, Mucha still felt that there was not enough time. The math book opened in front of her collapsed the confidence she had built up so hard.

"Aren't you really the material for learning? Why can't you do such a simple math problem for others? Mucha, who fell into self-doubt, suddenly fell on the table and cried.

In the quiet classroom, there was a burst of crying.

The squad leader stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head to look for the place where the sound came from, and turned his gaze to Mucha.

Seeing the girl lying on the table, the class leader motioned to her table mate to be open and asked what was going on.

Feeling that his arm was patted, Mucha subconsciously raised his head, "What's wrong?"

"Are you alright, Mucha, why are you crying all of a sudden?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, but I can't do math problems, and when I'm in a hurry, I ......"

"If you can't do it, you can ask me, I can't do other subjects, but I'm good at math." Which question? Zhang Yang reached out and took Mucha's math book.

"That's right, the ruler is short, the inch is long, and the subjects that you are not good at, you can find someone to ask, why do you want to give up?" Mucha thought to herself.

"It's this trigonometric function," she said, pointing to the exercises in the textbook, "and I've read the example problems, but when I do the exercises, I don't do them."

"First of all, we have to understand the basic knowledge points and formulas of trigonometric functions, if you don't master the knowledge points, then you will be in this situation, the eyes say yes, but the hands can't." Zhang Yang took the math book and carefully analyzed her problems for Mucha.

"Okay, thank you, I'll think about it again, and practice again." Mucha scratched his head as he looked at the knowledge of trigonometric functions.

Between classes, He Miao said with concern: "Xia Xia, what's wrong with you during self-study class?"

"I'm fine, I just think math is too difficult, I can't figure it out, and I kind of want to give up."

He Miao patted Muxia on the shoulder, comforted and said, "There will definitely be a way, but it really won't work, you can memorize it, memorize that question type first, at least pass this exam first."

"yes, I'll memorize them first, Miaomiao, thank you so much." Mucha hugged He Miao, and the haze in his heart was swept away.

She's going to find a math teacher.