Summer Green Apples

Luo Wenjing imagined Ji Xiwen wearing a judge's robe in her mind. "I think it would suit her very well. I can brag to others that I have a good friend who is a judge. It would be so prestigious."

Ji Xiwen propped her chin on her hand and laughed, "I haven't become one yet."

"It's almost certain," Luo Wenjing said. "With your grades, you can choose any major at Tsinghua or Peking University."

"Exactly," Zhang Qingyan said wistfully. "It's more complicated for me. Top schools can only offer less popular majors, and if I want to choose a popular, top-tier major, I have to go to a less prestigious school."

"I can't even get into the less popular majors at top universities," Luo Wenjing sighed.

"There's still more than a year left," Ji Xiwen said. "With a little effort, it's possible."

Luo Wenjing drawled, "Really? I wouldn't even dare to dream about it."

Ji Xiwen hugged her pillow and said, "Then you can dream about it tonight when you go to sleep. Have a dream today, work hard tomorrow, and maybe it will come true the day after tomorrow."

"good!"

Luo Wenjing nodded excitedly.

After the sports meet, the midterm exams came right around the corner.

This is a joint exam for nine schools, with a unified city-wide ranking. The school attaches great importance to it. Every evening during self-study, Lao Mao starts giving motivational speeches and occasionally holds a small meeting with the top ten students in the class.

Strive for the top ten.

They need to be in the top 100 in the city at the very least.

Teachers of all subjects have probably been given tasks by the school leaders, and the pace of each class is much faster than usual, and even the amount of weekend homework has doubled.

"1,2,3,4..."

On Friday afternoon, Xu Jiyang's fingers trembled as he held the test papers. "Four math tests! Has Baldy been arguing with his wife again these past few days? How can he be so insane? Lotus is outrageous too, two politics tests, and another six pages of practice exercises. I gave him a weekend, not a long holiday!"

Li Junyu comforted her, "Keep writing, it'll actually only take a day."

"Get lost." Xu Jiyang glared at him, then turned to Chi Sui with a broad smile, "Sui Sui, want to go on a two-person trip to the canyon with me tonight?"

Chi Sui lazily chewed on a lollipop and gave Ji Xiwen a meaningful look.

Xu Jiyang immediately understood, "Little sister, do you want to come play games with us tonight?"

Ji Xiwen was taken aback. "What game?"

"That one..." He raised an eyebrow, "Have you heard of 'Honor of Kings'?"

"No." Ji Xiwen shook her head. "I've only played Candy Crush, Fish Eat Fish, and Angry Birds."

Xu Jiyang: "...It's okay, I'll have your brother teach you later."

He's just a smart aleck.

Unexpectedly, the word "brother" startled both Chi Sui and Ji Xiwen.

"I……"

Ji Xiwen thought to herself, she used to call Ji Mingqiang "brother" before, so why didn't she feel embarrassed?

I'm actually a little embarrassed now.

"...You can play for a while." Ji Xiwen lowered her head to organize the test papers.

She is curious about everything she has never tried before.

"Okay, okay!" Xu Jiyang was so happy his eyes almost disappeared. He punched Li Junyu's shoulder again, "Are you going to play or not?"

"Play." Li Junyu weakly clutched her chest. "Go to hell, you're about to beat my internal injuries raw."

night.

As soon as it was past eight o'clock, Xu Jiyang couldn't wait to shout in the group chat to log in.

This group was created on the day the sports meet ended.

There are three musketeers who collude with each other: Cui Kai, a boy named He Ran, Zhang Qingyan, and Luo Wenjing.

Ji Xiwen opened the app to download, but it wouldn't download for a long time and kept spinning.

Xu Jiyang was still urging her in the group chat, so she had no choice but to knock on Chi Sui's door.

The people inside quickly came to open the door.

The boy had just taken a shower; his hair was still wet and dripping water.

Upon seeing that it was Ji Xiwen, he was taken aback. "What brings you here?"

Ji Xiwen didn't bother to reply, but subconsciously looked up at the ceiling.

Even if it was only for a few brief seconds, the image of the boy's well-defined abs still lingered in my mind.

She has fair skin, broad shoulders, and a slender waist.

It wasn't the muscular, rugged look of a male lead in an idol drama, but rather the slender, thin build unique to young men, with a few shallow creases, delicate lines, and a thin layer of skin.

"you……"