Chapter 169 Sticky Notes

Tsinghua University does not have a music major, and only the Academy of Fine Arts has an admission channel for art students.

Special students like Su Xia only have one more oar in the fierce competition, but they still have to fight to the end with the top 100% of their peers at the top of the province, striving for every point.

Last year, the admission score for science majors at Tsinghua University in Jiangxi Province was 696 points. After deducting the 60-point reduction for her, the score was 636.

Su Xia engraved this number in his heart and wrote it on the cover page of every notebook he opened every day.

The red marker was so bright that it looked like a flag fluttering in her little world.

On the cultural wall of the class, in addition to the Lego board filled with the abbreviations of famous schools, the felt wall next to it had already been newly decorated by Teacher Ding.

At the top is calligraphy written by the cultural and arts committee member:

Pointing the sword to the sky, who can challenge for the throne today?

The pen falls and the wind starts to blow. Who else but me will be able to do it tomorrow?

The photos are stacked up layer by layer, and the colorful sticky notes with different handwritings are written on them, listing the classmates' target universities and cities, as if young and brave hearts are beating.

Su Xia set a very high goal this time. She did not write THU's name openly, but subtly pinned a photo with a thumbtack.

This photo was taken during a break in the first month of the lunar year, with the background being the Tsinghua University lawn that hadn't yet turned green in the spring, and the foreground being a corner of her cello case. The gold-embossed name on it was blackened by the fire, but it couldn't be erased, yet it still sparkled in the sun.

In the second mock exam at the end of April, Su Xia finished every question of the comprehensive science test for the first time, achieving the best score since her senior year of high school. Her position in the grade ranking is now on par with He Miao.

Six hundred and four are from Qing University.

The greater the score reduction, the greater the pressure she feels.

Such admission conditions were unheard of. Su Xia didn't dare to think about whether it was her own achievement alone. She would just silently motivate herself in countless moments:

Focus and focus again, work harder and work harder.

Get up earlier, eat faster, save all the time you can, memorize the words again, and practice a few more real test papers.

She has the best timing and location.

If she still can't get into Tsinghua University, how can she forgive herself? How many people's support and expectations will she let down?

As May approaches, long sleeves are replaced with short sleeves, and the new leaves that sprouted in spring turn dark green.

Newly organized notes and wrong answers piled up on the table, but Su Xia's ranking in the quizzes every Saturday was dropping further and further.

Her Chinese and English, which she was good at, were not as good as before. Even her deskmate Xu Ruiyang could easily surpass her. Her already unstable comprehensive science score was even worse.

When she got the test paper, there were so many difficult questions that her mind went blank.

I clearly had an idea and calculated the questions in the second paper step by step, but the slashes made by the teacher were as shocking as red rain.

The final mock exam is at the end of the month. Everyone around her seems to be getting more and more courageous, but she is the only one who is spinning in circles, getting further and further away from the dream place she had so proudly set.

Su Xia forgot how long it had been since she last laughed.

Any unsatisfactory result on a quiz, or the chemistry teacher's careless words, "Why don't you just give up on the math problems?"

Even a cup of boiling water that was forgotten to cool down and suddenly burned the tip of her tongue could break down her tight psychological defenses and make her sit in her seat and cry for a long time.

On the eve of the third mock exam, in order to lighten the depressing atmosphere in the class, Teacher Ding risked being reprimanded by the school leaders and specially cleared out the last two evening self-study periods. He asked the class monitor to close the front and back doors of the classroom, and the whole class watched "Forrest Gump" together.

The lights went out and the curtains were drawn.

The pitch-black classroom cinema has an atmosphere like Neverland on the eve of doomsday, peaceful and romantic.

Someone had over-bought popcorn from the school, and people were quietly passing it around in the dark, sharing it. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of butter and cocoa.

At that time, Su Xia was still immersed in the monthly exam in which she had failed completely. Instead of watching a movie to relax, she wanted to find a bright and quiet corner to review the wrong questions.

She took the popcorn bucket, but had no appetite to eat it and passed it directly to the person behind her.

The movie lines went in one ear and out the other, and she fell asleep in a daze after only hearing a few words.

When I woke up again, the zipper of my school uniform jacket scratched my face and it was itchy.

Su Xia took off the clothes draped over her shoulders, straightened her messy ponytail, and poked He Miao at the table in front of her.

As the film draws to a close, Forrest Gump is still running on the screen.

The short-haired girl leaned closer to her, her eyes still fixed on the front, and responded softly, "What's wrong?"

Su Xia took out a piece of candy from her schoolbag and pressed it back into her palm in the dark. "Thank you for covering me with clothes."

There are many boys in Class 4, and they are particularly afraid of heat.

The air conditioning in the classroom was already turned up high before June, but she seemed to have not felt the air conditioning since the moment she fell asleep.

“…This time it really wasn’t me.”

He Miao was stunned. "Who is it? Who is secretly showing his courtesy to our Majesty while I'm not paying attention? Is it your tablemate?"

This is of course a very unlikely guess.

The moment Teacher Ding announced that it was time to watch a movie, Xu Ruiyang had already cheered and moved his stool to sit shoulder to shoulder with his good brothers in the front row.

Until the school bell rang and the overhead light came on, He Miao was still scanning every boy in the class with his sharp eyes like a searchlight, trying to find this snail-like boy.

Su Xia was in low spirits. After saying goodbye to her friends, she went to the end of the corridor to wash her face and prepared to go back to her seat to finish the two physics questions that she had gotten terribly wrong.

Pushing open the back door, the summer breeze suddenly surged.

The entire wall of sticky notes and photos rustled like leaves, blowing two pieces of paper off.

Su Xia squatted down, picked up the youth oath from someone else, and dusted it off.

I just found a suitable open space and stuck the sticky note back, but my eyes were drawn to a small piece of white and I couldn't look away.