Chapter 97: Arts and Science

Except for occasionally going out to play with Lu Xiangye, Xu Wu and others on weekends, Lin Zixia spends most of his time staying at home studying.

But every time she goes out, it is like recharging her battery for a long time, giving her more hope in her boring study life day after day.

The weather is getting warmer and summer is coming soon.

On her way to school, Lin Zixia would run into an elderly woman selling flowers on the street corner. Her gardenias were bundled in small bunches, and her jasmine flowers were strung together with a needle and placed in a woven bamboo basket, emitting a faint fragrance.

She usually buys a bunch of yellow jasmine and hangs it on her schoolbag so that she can smell the fragrance for several days, which is very nice.

I bought another bunch of gardenias and brought them to the classroom. I gave half to Cheng Zhiwei and put the remaining half in a glass bottle that I had washed after drinking yogurt and placed it on the windowsill next to her desk.

In this way, you will be surrounded by the fragrance of gardenias throughout the summer.

The banyan tree outside the window grows wildly, its green leaves reflecting the blue sky and casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Days pass by one after another in the interweaving of light and shadow.

During the study class, Lin Zixia heard a sound coming from the playground. It was the mobilization meeting for the senior year.

The vigorous and majestic voice passed over the playground and was clearly transmitted to every classroom.

Lin Zixia looked out the window, not knowing what her college entrance exam would be like.

Lu Xiangye turned around and found that she was distracted. He rolled up the exercise book and tapped her head, "What are you doing?"

Lin Zixia discovered that since the beginning of this semester, Lu Xiangye seemed to care more about her studies than his own. Sometimes he would take her out to play on weekends, but he was very strict at school.

Even desertion would be caught by him.

Lin Zixia sighed, "The college entrance exam is coming soon."

Lu Xiangye: "It's not your college entrance exam, why are you so sad?"

Lin Zixia: “…”

Well, she just felt a little emotional, now there is nothing.

She yanked the exercise book from his hand unhappily, "Look at your book!"

Lu Xiangye shrugged, "His temper is getting worse and worse."

Lin Zixia looked over quietly, and Lu Xiangye raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why, isn't it? Do you still remember when you first came here?"

"Thank you for your help, okay~"

Lu Xiangye imitated Lin Zixia's previous tone. At that time, the little girl pretended to be well-behaved and clever every day, like a little white rabbit. Although he saw through her behavior, she still had to pretend on the surface.

Now I don’t even pretend.

Lin Zixia was furious. "Really? I don't remember?"

"I just remember some people peeing their pants and wearing skirts..."

Lu Xiangye covered her mouth with his hand: "You are so cruel!"

…

The days passed one by one, and a week before the final exam, Jiang Xu held a special class meeting.

"Next semester, the school will separate the classes into arts and science. Go back and discuss this with your parents, and make a careful decision based on your strengths in the subjects you're good at."

"Class monitor, pass this form around. If there are students who want to switch to the arts department, please submit it to my office before the exam."

The class was suddenly filled with discussion. In fact, everyone had been thinking about the division between arts and sciences since they first entered the school.

Class 17 is a designated science class, and most of the students in the class should be studying science.

Cheng Zhiwei looked at the subject application form, propped up his chin and fell into distress. "Although science is very demanding, liberal arts is also difficult to memorize. Can I choose neither?"

Lin Zixia was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Lu Xiangye grabbed the form and threw it into the hole in the table without even looking at it.

Maybe it can be used as a draft paper someday.

Lin Zixia looked at the form on the table, frowned, and put it in the book.