Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

I was a little surprised by Tang Xin's transformation during the winter vacation. I don't know what medicine she took to make a child who had just entered the rebellious period become gentle and cute.

"Actually, after you left on the first day of the first lunar month, Mom told me a lot of things about Dad."

Tang Xin stopped writing and looked at me seriously: "When my father was young, our family had no money. He dropped out of school halfway through his studies. Then he slowly started a business through his own hard work and made a lot of money. However, no matter how much money he had, his childhood classmates and playmates looked down on him and thought he was still the bumpkin he used to be."

"My father suffered a lot, my mother told me. He was cheated and used as a tool when he started his business. He faced a huge fine because he didn't know the law, and so on. My mother said that my father just didn't want me to be bullied when I grew up."

"It's good that you can understand your parents' intentions. But I don't think you should live such a hard life. I would rather you be happier." I can understand her father's feelings. It is also a true portrayal of most parents. They hope their children will fight for what they didn't have, but I always feel that this is a threat in the name of love.

"I wish I could be as good as Xiaomeng, who could sleep in class every day and still get first place."

My face turned red. Is it so obvious that I sleep in class?

"Mao Xiameng, come out here!!"

At this moment, bang! The door was opened violently, and a man in a raincoat stood at the door of the classroom. All the students were startled, including me, and my legs almost overturned the table when I jumped up.

When I saw him more clearly, I recognized that the thin man in the raincoat was Mao Xiameng's father, who was also a teacher at the school and was responsible for teaching Chinese to the class next door.

What did Mao Xiameng do to make Teacher Mao so angry? Mao Xiameng was already trembling and didn't dare to walk out.

"Tell me, what were you doing just now?" Seeing that his son was walking halfway and refused to go out, he walked in quickly, pulled his clothes and dragged him out.

"I...I..." Mao Xiameng blushed and didn't dare to speak.

"take it out!"

Mao Xiameng trembled as he pulled out a mobile phone from his pocket. It was a Meizu M8, a new model that had just been launched. It looked like he had been caught red-handed playing with his phone.

"Okay, I was saying that you only rank in the top ten in the exams and never make any progress. It turns out that you have been playing mobile games under the desk."

"No... I didn't play games." His explanation was a little weak and he was dragged out.

There was a crisp sound from downstairs. His cell phone was thrown down from the third floor by Teacher Mao. The self-esteem of the young boy was also shattered.

After a while, Mao Xiameng came back with red palm prints on his face, wiping his tears. He quickly packed his schoolbag and followed his father home.

After witnessing all this, Tang Xin's face turned pale and her body trembled slightly.

"Did you remember anything bad?" I pulled her hand and told her not to be nervous.

"No, nothing." She shook her head. "My father won't hit me."

"I'll write with you in the future~" I knew what Tang Xin was thinking. She was thinking about her book, an outline of tens of thousands of words, which was thrown away just because her father told her to.

"Yeah." Tang Xin nodded, pursed her lips, lowered her head and continued writing.

As I expected, Mao Xiameng never walked into this class again. Even his father had to organize his books for him. He returned to the parallel class and his grades plummeted. Teacher Mao next door seemed to have aged several years. He was less than 50 years old, but most of his hair was white.

It's a lose-lose situation.

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In the summer, because the school is built on the mountain, the cicadas are deafening, and the temperature forecast of the weather station is always fixed at 39 degrees. Fortunately, the father of the two kids last year kept his word and installed air conditioners in each class, so it is still possible to study in the classroom. When the summer vacation came, other classes were happily enjoying their vacation life, but we had to stay to make up for the lessons.

This is a summer vacation, and strictly speaking it is our last summer vacation in junior high school, because as long as we are admitted to the top class of No. 1 Middle School at the beginning of next year, we will need to go to high school for preparatory courses in advance, and the next summer vacation will be a quasi-high school summer vacation.

"so tired."

At noon, Tang Xin lay on the table with her face pressed against it.

“I kind of want to play the piano.”

"Can you still play it? You're almost wasting a whole semester." I burst out laughing. Is this Stockholm syndrome?

"Wow, I don't know either." Tang Xin wanted to cry but had no tears. If she had forgotten, then all her previous practice would have been in vain.

"I'll take you to the piano classroom to practice! Anyway, we have self-study classes in the afternoon, and the teacher doesn't pay much attention to us, so Fahai probably won't come."

A good idea suddenly occurred to me.

"it is good!"

This was the first time we skipped class, although it wasn't strictly speaking skipping class. But Tang Xin's palms were full of sweat when she pulled him up.

"nervous?"

"Ah."

"What are you afraid of! I've skipped classes a lot." Although it wasn't in junior high school, I often skipped classes in college.

"Never seen it."

"It's fine."

As we were talking, we came to the music classroom. The door was locked. It had been closed for a long time, and there was a little dust on the handle.

"I can't get in?" Tang Xin felt a little disappointed when looking at the piano inside.

"Can this trouble me?"

I chuckled and used my special skill to gently push the classroom window glass inwards, and then push it, and the lock-type glass window can be easily unhooked. I jumped in and opened the lock from the inside.

"Cough, cough, there's so much dust." Tang Xin coughed lightly a few times. Because I just jumped in, a lot of floating dust was stirred up.

"Fortunately, there is a dust cover on the piano." I helped Tang Xin open the piano, and a row of clean but slightly yellowed keys appeared in front of me.

"Xiao Meng, can you sing?" Tang Xin put her hands on the piano keys and asked me suddenly.

"Sing? Yes... I guess. Sometimes I sing when I take a bath." My face turned red, mainly because I think my voice is pretty nice and I can't help humming a few lines when I take a bath.

"So which song are you best at singing?"

"Wada Koji's butterfly-fly..." My face probably turned a little red. It turned out that admitting that I'm a fool in front of familiar people is a bit socially awkward.

"Eh? Xiaomeng likes Digimon very much?"

"I like most cartoons." Since there's no one else around, I might as well just say it.

"I like it, too. I can play it."

"Eh?"

"Because my brother often took me to watch cartoons when I was a child!"

"You have a brother?"

"My cousin." Tang Xin smiled, as if recalling something happy, then turned to me and said, "I'll play it later, can you sing?"

"But I don't remember the lyrics very well. It's in Japanese after all."

"It's okay! If you can't remember it, just hum the tune. Oh, wait a minute, let me record a video~" As she said that, she took out her mobile phone and placed it on the table beside her. It was the classic iPhone 4, which had been upgraded again. She was indeed rich and beautiful!

"Are we going to start?"

"let's start!"

——Infinite dream of the world in the world...

"Are you out of tune?"

"..."

Chapter 20 High School Entrance Examination

Half a year is neither short nor long, it just flies by. Looking at the examination room in front of me, it suddenly seems unreal. I remember that ten years after I graduated in my previous life, the entire high school moved. Although the original site was built not long ago, it was completely demolished because it occupied a prime location in the city and turned into a commercial plaza.

That’s right, the examination venue was in No. 1 Middle School in N City, a place that once held many fond memories for me. I unexpectedly came back in this way. It’s really unpredictable.

"Why are you standing there? Are you going in to take the exam?" Tang Xin has grown a lot taller in the past six months. She was almost as tall as me originally, but now she is almost half a head taller than me. I have to say that this little girl develops really fast, in every sense of the word.

The early admissions exam officially began, and a total of 500 top-ranked students from the entire city came to No. 1 Middle School to compete for this single-plank bridge. Watching everyone walk into the exam room in order, it felt like the Normandy landing on D-Day in the movie.

The exam only lasted for one morning. Chinese and English were on the same test paper, and mathematics and science were on the same test paper. Although the two subjects were mixed into one test paper, the teachers who set the questions were high school teachers, so they did not necessarily follow the routine. Generally, their test papers would have more questions than the average student could finish, with a higher difficulty level, in order to distinguish the good from the bad. The exam time was from 8 am to 12:30 pm, and each of the two exams took two hours, with a half-hour break in the middle.

The first test was Chinese and English. The listening part was difficult, with authentic American pronunciation, many words were linked, punctuated, and muted, one sentence after another with few pauses, and the grammar was almost beyond the scope of junior high school learning. As soon as the listening part was over, there were many gasps and sighs in the examination room, and the high school teacher came up and gave a warning.

Tang Xin and I were not in the same examination room. I felt a little worried, but then I thought, this girl has been taking extracurricular training since she was young, and she has heard all kinds of English accents. She must have been taught by foreign teachers, so why should I worry about her?

The first exam was over. Most of the people in the exam room were frowning. Students who knew each other told each other about their failures, such as what they didn't remember, what words they didn't know, etc. At the same time, I also saw many familiar friends in my memory, and I couldn't help but laugh. Are we going to see you again?

Tang Xin was in the examination room next to mine. When I ran over to see her, she happened to come out of the classroom.

"Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask her.

"It's okay, at least I finished it. I saw that many students hadn't even finished their essays when they handed in their test papers." Tang Xin smiled and seemed to be in good condition.

"The next round will be a real battle?" I looked at the confident girl and couldn't think of anything to say to encourage her. "Anyway, come on."

"Ah."

"After the exam, can we walk around the campus together?" Tang Xin leaned on the railing, her eyes looking at the playground in the distance. I leaned over gently and said to her.

"Okay, I should be free after the exam."

"Tang Xin will definitely be able to pass the exam. I believe in you."

The second exam started soon. The test paper had four long pages, front and back, which means eight pages of content. Compared to the liberal arts, no matter how bad you are, you can at least write a little, but if you don't know the science, you can only write a word. Is the question difficult? It's not difficult for me, but there are quite a lot of parts that are beyond the syllabus. It's not completely beyond the syllabus to say it's beyond the syllabus. It's equivalent to describing the knowledge points in the question and asking you to answer it based on the basic knowledge of junior high school. So, it's not impossible to do it, but it will take a lot of time. For example, a question only takes three minutes for people who have learned the corresponding knowledge points, while people who don't know it need five minutes to learn the method first and then answer it, which increases the workload invisibly. In addition, high school teachers don't have a comprehensive understanding of junior high school knowledge points, so this test paper can be said to be a purgatory for junior high school students. It took me one hour and forty minutes to finish the whole test paper. It can be said to be quite terrifying. The amount of calculation is very large, and the single accuracy of the calculation is very high, and there is no time for verification.

After the exam, the teacher forcibly took away the test papers one by one. Many students started crying directly on the table. The scene was quite tragic.

How is Tang Xin? I quickly threw the stationery in my schoolbag and ran to Tang Xin's classroom.

Didn't they come out? Didn't we agree to meet at the stairs? My heart sank, and I quickened my pace with a bad premonition.

When I walked to the window of Tang Xin's examination room, I saw the little girl with her head buried in the table, sobbing softly.

"Tang Xin?" I walked in and called softly.

"Xiao Meng... I..." She raised her head, her eyes red, "I may not be able to be in the same class with you anymore."

"Did you fail the exam?" I found a stool and slowly sat down next to her.

"Well, I don't know many of them. By the time I figure them out, there's not enough time." As he spoke, tears of grievance began to fall again.

"The assignment the teacher gave was too difficult. It's normal that I can't do it."

"But Xiaomeng must have finished everything, right?"

"I...I have finished it." I don't want to sound like a fake person and say, "Oh, I didn't do well in the exam," but then the results come out to be a high score.

"Xiao Meng, what should we do?" Tang Xin was at a loss.

"The results haven't come out yet, so it's hard to say whether everyone did well or not. Anyway, everything is ranked according to the ranking, so don't worry."