The exam on the second day was more difficult than Sang You had imagined.

There are seven major questions in politics, and the amount of questions is very large. Geography is in the clouds and fog, and there is no heavenly principle. English is more difficult, starting from listening to the crit, reading gradually sheds blood, to the completion of the form only a little blood, until the reading and writing, just whimper.

Sangyou University passed the fourth or sixth level with a high score, although I haven't touched English for a long time, but I have done a lot of questions during this time, it is difficult, but it is still okay to pass one hundred and three.

As soon as the English test ended, the candidates in the third and fourth classes of high school took the lead in howling, listening carefully and scolding English, everyone was wearing masks, but it did not hinder the output, and the resentment was so angry that the masks were bulging.

After the exam, Sang You didn't go to the training room.

In the evening, she sent a message to Zhou Yan.

Sang You: Senior, I'll put your soft leather in your drawer, the seat of the training room.

Zhou Yan: Okay.

Sang You: The senior's vision is very good, and the chair I bought is super comfortable!

Zhou Yan: You can come often in the future.

Zhou Yan: Can you be a neighbor next week?

Next week?

Sang You was stunned and reacted, today Friday, the results will be released at the weekend, whether you can skip a grade depends on the results of this result. If her grades are high enough and her ranking is high enough, then she will most likely be able to enter the Wensu class. The last time I said about being a neighbor, an upstairs and downstairs neighbor, I didn't expect Zhou Yan to remember.

Sang You is actually not very sure, because she does not know the overall level of the liberal arts class in the third year of high school. At present, there are two senior classes in high school that she has more contact with, one is the Qingbei class and the other is the Wensu class, the strength of these two classes is undoubted, what is the situation of the other classes? Not very clear.

Sang You: How many places can you rank in the liberal arts class with a score of 600?

Zhou Yan didn't reply after a long time, and sent four screenshots in a row, which is a quality analysis of every exam since the beginning of the third year of high school, liberal arts.

Zhou Yan: 600 points fluctuate between 40 and 50.

The overall strength of this year's liberal arts students is strong, and the score of the first place in the liberal arts is approaching 700 points every time. After reading the quality analysis, Sang You sighed, according to this trend, if you only score 600 points this time, the ranking will be useless.

If you want to enter the top 35, you need to score more than 625 points to be stable.

If you want to enter the Wensu class, the ranking requirements are higher.

Sang You: I'll take a look at the score first.

Senior Sister Lin Qiaoyan forwarded her the answers to the six subjects, and during the self-study on Saturday morning, Sang You took the six papers and proofread them one by one.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

Sang You: Can 660 enter the Wensu class?

Zhou Yan: Yes.

Zhou Yan said yes, then it must be okay, Sang You is completely relieved, at this level, she has to jump!

In an inexplicable mood, she asked again: When will the senior come back?

Zhou Yan: I'm back.

Zhou Yan: In the training room.

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Sang You is even happier: the senior competition will definitely get good results!

She then patted her ass: Everywhere Brother Yan went, millions of corpses were ambushed, and blood flowed thousands of miles.

Zhou Yan: It's not that exaggerated.

Sang You didn't think it was an exaggeration, and the latter sentence was still from Jian Licheng, he said that Zhou Yan went to participate in the mathematics competition in his second year of high school, and he was one-on-one with the competition students from other provinces, and he directly turned the opposite side into a second, leaving a great psychological shadow on people.

His competition has always been great, or rather, he is a very powerful person himself, and Sang You didn't open the filter, that's a fact.

Suddenly, the corners of Sang You's upturned mouth froze.

She remembered that in her last life, Zhou Yan was qualified for escort in the third year of high school, so it wouldn't be this competition, right?

Impossible, right?

She just went up, and Zhou Yan also went up?

Silent.

However, she suddenly remembered that Zhou Yan didn't go, and she was still preparing for the college entrance examination at school.

Why not?

Fell into a memory hole again, Sang You couldn't think of it, or, she didn't know at all, from beginning to end, what she saw Zhou Yan was only one thousandth of himself.

On Sunday, Sang You was not at home, but went to the library at the Cultural and Sports Plaza. After staying in the morning, she was so hungry at one o'clock in the afternoon that she went out to forage for food, she casually found a noodle restaurant and ate a bowl of beef noodles, and walked along the road.

Autumn is strong, the wind sweeps the yellow leaves, the sycamores on both sides of the street have already turned yellow, crumbling on the branches, and have to fall with the wind, falling to the ground, thin as cicada wings, pedestrians hurriedly walk by, step out of a symphony.

Sang You picked up a leaf, pinched it between her fingers, and shone it on the sun, so thin, so thin that she could see the direction of every vein, so delicate that it could be accidentally dismembered and shattered at any time.

She shifted directions, looking for different rays of light, the tendons that were sometimes red, sometimes woody, an imperfect sycamore leaf, for it had a hole in it, as if it could not withstand too many raindrops that had fallen.

This hole becomes her framing frame and an integral part of the composition, and the near scene blurs, making the framed landscape clearer. Sang You, who was a little amused to himself, noticed the bubble tea shops on both sides when he moved the leaves to change direction.

Agglomeration effect, bubble tea shops are always in a row.

Through the holes of the sycamore leaves, through the windows that reflect the harsh sunlight.

She saw Zhou Yan.

He sat at a round table, with Fdesi lying beside him. He looked in her direction, his eyes amber with the sun, quiet and indifferent, yet out of reach.

After being stunned for a short time, Sang You laughed, she was still holding the sycamore leaf in her hand, maybe the movement was too big when she beckoned, the sycamore leaf quickly fell apart, and after Sang You closed her hand, she found that the sycamore leaf was only a bare branch.

The glass reflected the light, Sang You couldn't see Zhou Yan's expression clearly, but he saw him lowering his head and typing on the phone, and after a while, he held the phone up.

Sang You instantly understood what he meant, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened it.

Zhou Yan: Come in, please drink milk tea.

Yes, Sang You also thinks that it will be more comfortable to walk on the streets of Wutong, holding a cup of milk tea or a cone in his hand, but it seems better to sit in the milk tea shop with his sweetheart, watch the leaves of Wutong fly down, and watch the sunset sink.

Sang You hurriedly ran over and pushed open the door of the bubble tea shop, and the wind chimes on the curtain rang and entered his ears along with the melodious music.

"Senior!" She shouted and sat down opposite Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan found that she seemed to like to laugh very much, and when she laughed, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, shining brightly, and she was very infectious, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and said hello.

Then I saw Sang You smiling even more happily, and she said, "The senior has dimples when he laughs." ”

Zhou Yan: "Really? ”

"yes." Sang You poked his left cheek with his finger and affirmed, "Here." ”

Zhou Yan smiled and pushed the list over: "What do you want to drink?" ”

Sang You looked down and looked at it seriously, and said as she watched: "Wow, my first cup of milk tea in autumn was invited by my senior!" ”

At this time, the Internet word 'the first cup of milk tea in autumn' just became popular, and the girls in the class often said, "Why don't you give me the first cup of milk tea in autumn?" Don't you love me? ’。 Later, the Internet became more and more developed, and hot words came round after round, and eight years later, this stalk has long been submerged.

Now replaying this stalk in the context of this era, there is an indescribable kindness.

"It's been autumn for a long time, haven't you drunk it?" Obviously, Zhou Yan doesn't understand this stalk.

"yes." Sang You nodded, and as she spoke, she pointed at the list with her fingertips, "I'll drink this." ”

Zhou Yan got up to help her, and after Sang You stared at his back for a while, he was attracted by Fdesi. The snow-white hook is lying on the ground, and the hair is smudged by the sun with a soft luster, which is very soft and easy to touch.

Thinking so, she crouched down and smoothed its fur.

That's what I thought.

As soon as he was feeling energetic, he heard a voice from his side, and Zhou Yan came back.

Sang You: "Senior, why is it called Fdesi?" ”

"It doesn't mean anything, it's just taken casually."

"Huh?"

Zhou Yan asked, "What do you think of this name?" ”

Sang You replied hesitantly, "Advanced." ”

"Well, that's what I thought at first." It's very troublesome to choose a name, Zhou Yan doesn't like to think about it, and at the beginning a Buddha popped up in his mind, and he felt that it was not earthy, it was quite advanced, so he used it.

Sang You didn't expect the reason to be so sloppy, and after being happy for a while, he whispered a few times before he slowly stood up. Sang You ordered a cup of lemon fruit tea, and the clerk quickly brought it over.

"Has the senior written the paper for this exam?" In those days, Zhou Yan's competition coincided with the exam time.

Zhou Yan: "When the weekend homework was written. ”

Sang You: "Then how do you feel about the difficulty?" ”

"Chinese and math are average, and English is above average."

"Is math average?"

"It's not difficult to do, it's just more flexible." Zhou Yan seemed to think about it for a while, and asked again, "You estimated the score, estimated 660?" ”

"Almost." Sang You was a little worried, "It seems that there will be another assessment in a few days, and the evaluation is for the three subjects of physics, chemistry and biology, and it has to reach a medium level." "In this way, we can ensure that we can pass the exam.

"Which subject is difficult?"

Sang You sighed: "It's all very difficult. ”

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