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"Okay, the food in the cafeteria is awful."

Just as he said it, Mo Xiangwen suddenly remembered the words his homeroom teacher had reminded him to get some rest that evening.

"Forget it, I advise you not to go out."

Liao Feiyang frowned: "Why?"

Mo Xiangwen sighed inwardly. He could only guess that the crackdown might be very strict tonight, but he had no evidence to prove it.

As for directly saying it was hinted at by the homeroom teacher, that's just ridiculous.

They are now fully prepared and just waiting to depart; in this state, they wouldn't believe it.

This is what is meant by wishful thinking.

"The homeroom teacher and grade leaders have been cracking down on climbing walls lately, right? I advise you not to take the risk. Just wait another 20 days or so, and you can play around as much as you want."

"I thought you were going to say something, but it's just this." Liao Feiyang pursed his lips. "They've already come twice, they won't be coming again."

"Then I still advise you not to go, because you won't be able to rank up anyway."

"Ugh, you're so annoying. Go if you want, don't go if you don't want to."

"I'm not going, but remember to bring me a bowl of wonton noodles."

"Row."

Mo Xiangwen watched as they quietly opened the dormitory door, peeked around for a while, and then tiptoed out.

Well, for the sake of my breakfast, I wish you all good luck too.

Mo Xiangwen shook his head, took off his slippers, got into bed, and drifted off to sleep.

next morning

Mo Xiangwen was awakened by his phone vibrating. He opened the phone screen and glanced at the time: 5:30, which was the alarm time he had set.

Going to bed before midnight and waking up at 5:24 am—the life of a senior high school student is truly fulfilling.

He only set his phone alarm half an hour earlier; normally, the alarm should have rung at six o'clock.

There are two main reasons why he gets up half an hour earlier.

My plan is to memorize some vocabulary words while I'm running, as per my study schedule.

Secondly, you can go to the cafeteria earlier and avoid the peak time when other students are getting breakfast, which can save a lot of time.

After all, one serving of wonton noodles is probably not enough for him, but asking him to bring two servings is really awkward since climbing over the wall is already a skill in itself.

After brushing my teeth, I splashed a handful of cold water on my face, dispelling any lingering sleepiness.

As I stepped out of the dormitory, it was just getting light, but there were already students walking around downstairs.

He took a deep breath of the cool summer air, which was a rare treat, and felt a little more refreshed. He then went downstairs to the playground.

Before I even reached the teaching building, I could already hear the sound of students reciting texts.

I quickened my pace slightly and saw several students reciting from a book under the streetlights.

Yes, the iron gate of the teaching building was still locked at this time, so they had no way to get back to the classroom.

The sky wasn't fully bright yet, so I had to read and memorize by the light of the streetlights.

Whether it was people who woke the birds up or the birds had been awake for a long time, countless sparrows flitted among the leaves of the banyan tree, their clear chirping echoing in the air.

This kind of scene is also rare to see outside of high school.

The pressure in junior high school is relatively low, but there are a few high-pressure majors in university.

However, the university's teaching facilities are excellent, so you won't have to study under streetlights.

To put it another way, you could secretly roll it up in the dorm.

Just like he told Cai Yibin yesterday, carrying his roommate's test paper makes it easier to feel like he's making progress.

Although it might attract some hatred, we've already done it all. Isn't the thrill of achieving results or being discovered the most satisfying moment?

As we arrived at the playground, we saw several students already running and reciting their lessons on the track.

Put on your earplugs, jog over to join in, and no one will look at you strangely even if you're loudly reciting words—after all, everyone does it.

I ran a few laps around the track, then went to the cafeteria to buy some bread and fried dough sticks before returning to my dorm.

When he opened the dormitory door, a bowl of wonton noodles in a plastic bowl was placed securely on the table.

The few who climbed over the wall last night were sitting on their beds, looking terrible as they played on their phones.

That's normal; it would be strange if you didn't look well after staying up all night.

"Is this one mine?" He pointed to the bowl of wonton noodles on the table.

"Yes." Liao Feiyang nodded, shifting his gaze from his phone screen to him: "Did the teacher come again last night?"

Mo Xiangwen, who had just picked up the bowl, was stunned. After thinking carefully, he felt that he hadn't heard a sound after they left last night.

Mo Xiangwen said strangely, "No? I don't think I heard anything."

"Cai Yibin told me this morning that our homeroom teacher and the grade leaders came again last night, and told me to be mentally prepared." Liao Feiyang sighed, "If I had listened to you, it wouldn't have made a difference if I had just listened to you. It's only been twenty days."

Cai Yibin wouldn't joke about something like this for no reason, and besides, it's too easy to verify.

No wonder he looked so pale; there was another reason behind it.

He hesitated for a moment, but still decided to ask, "So, have you gotten your points yet?"

"Didn't go on, damn it."

Chapter Six: Learning English by Hanging Up a Hanging Hang is Like Forcing a Melon

As soon as I opened the package, I could see about a dozen textbooks lying quietly inside, protected by layers of bubble wrap.

If it were just books for the main subjects in the senior year of high school, there certainly wouldn't be this many.

He wanted to complete the process of removing the bubble wrap with the same patience and smoothness as undressing a beautiful woman, to show his respect for the help he was receiving.

Unfortunately, he had never had such an experience, and besides, textbooks were not, in his eyes, beauties who seemed to be hiding their faces and wanting to speak but were not, so naturally he did not have such feelings.

I simply borrowed scissors and cut through the layers of bubble wrap and tape in one go.

No matter how well packaged, it will be stripped bare before him by the sharp edge of the scissors.

Each book was carefully wrapped in a transparent plastic cover, and the same subjects were stacked neatly in order from the first year of high school to the third year.

He actually thought the president was sending him high school senior year books, but he didn't expect that the president would send him high school freshman and sophomore year books as well.

On top of this stack of books were three small red books.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't some social media app, but rather one of the study guides that students love to use.

Pocket books, or shorthand manuals, are tools that students use to study in their spare time.

For example, in English, the main things printed on it are grammar and vocabulary.

Chinese language and literature, on the other hand, involves memorizing and reciting texts and classical poems.

Mathematics and science, being primarily based on formulas and laws, contain relatively little textual content and are usually covered in a joint book.

I opened it and took a look; it's still as good as new.

Although he also bought them himself, and even the publisher was the same.

However, he was still very grateful that the president had thoughtfully thought to send this item along with the package.

Putting the little red book in his pocket to prevent it from getting lost, Mo Xiangwen then opened the top-of-the-line Chinese textbook.

In the table of contents of the Chinese textbook, several page numbers were clearly circled in red pen.

He looked at the page numbers circled on the page and found that they were all well-known texts or ancient poems that he remembered. These were things that the teacher had mentioned to some extent and were likely to be tested.

Some paragraphs and sentences in the text were also marked with a red pen.

Then, next to him, he switched to a blue pen and wrote down paragraph after paragraph of reading comprehension or analysis.

In classical Chinese texts or ancient poems, individual characters that are easily mistranslated or misread are highlighted and clearly annotated.

Although the limited space between texts may have resulted in smaller handwriting for note-takers, the handwriting was clear, elegant, and dignified.

Perhaps it's not nice to say this, but men's handwriting is usually more unrestrained, and this kind of handwriting is obviously from a girl.

Furthermore, if you carefully turn each page, you will find that there is not a single crease in the bottom right corner of almost the entire book.

It's clear that the original owner of these books cherished them very much.

Looking at the math book, there are far fewer notes compared to the language arts book. It mainly contains the solution strategies and formula references for the most challenging problems.

What shocked him the most was actually the English textbook.

Although he really wanted to praise the other party for doing a very detailed job of annotating the grammatical errors, there was something he had to complain about.

"Why do top students need to use pinyin and homophones to annotate English words?"

When Mo Xiangwen saw the last few pages of vocabulary pages densely covered with various Chinese characters and pinyin annotations, he couldn't help but laugh.

This was very popular in English tutoring classes several years ago.

Those who can learn normally don't need this method, but for those who just can't learn no matter how hard they try, tutors will use this teaching method.

Regardless of success or failure, right or wrong, and impact, this method has indeed enabled some students to successfully learn English... at least at the exam level.

Of course, he was so familiar with it because he had been taught the same way before.

Well, in terms of results, it was useful, but not much.

The falling flowers are willing, but the flowing water is indifferent; it seems that he and English are just a little bit out of sync.

Forget about treating English as a girlfriend, we can't even be friends with it.

But for now... Overload mode, on!

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......

Mo Xiangwen looked at the original annotations of the words, broke down the English words into individual letters, and read them silently in his mind several times.

Then, that confident feeling returned.

After closing the book, I can pronounce each word clearly and completely, one syllable at a time.

He can memorize more than ten words in just a short time. Although top students may think that's all there is to it, it's something that he, a poor student, never dared to dream of before.

Moreover, this efficiency will gradually improve as his English foundation is strengthened.

A sense of smug joy welled up inside him.

Sigh, forced love is never sweet, but it quenches thirst.

Now English is like a little... cough, he's a decent person, he has to be serious.

Honestly, just by glancing at these books a few times, he was certain they would be of considerable help to him.

However, these books must be the fruit of the president's sister's hard work, right? I wonder if the president lent them to her with her permission.

...Let's keep it safe for her as much as possible and try to return it in its original condition. Hopefully, the chairman will be alright before then.

Although he originally intended to keep it safe, the thought that it was someone else's hard work that he borrowed suddenly put him under a lot more pressure.

Mo Xiangwen carefully picked up the pile of books and carried them back to the classroom as if they were fragile items.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he immediately caught Cai Yibin's attention.

After all, it's hard not to attract attention when you're carrying a bunch of textbooks.

Only after he breathlessly placed the book on the table did Cai Yibin ask with a curious expression, "Whose book is this? Where are you taking it?"

"Borrowed from a friend, for my own use."

There was nothing to hide, so he answered directly.

Cai Yibin glanced at the books on his bookshelf, then at the pile of books he had just brought back.

"Don't you already have books? Why are you borrowing more?"

Mo Xiangwen glanced at him, then slowly picked up a Chinese textbook and flipped through a few pages in front of him.

"Do you understand?"