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Without even looking up, he said, "It seems like you two are discussing this quite enthusiastically."
Jiang Qing stretched out her hand and made a strangling gesture: "You really are so impressed. I'm convinced."
Wang Dongduan, who was sitting in the front row, listened to the laughter coming from the back, and no one cared about his emotions.
Ahhhh, the anger.
He angrily did three math problems to calm himself down.
The classmate sitting next to him looked at his aggressive look and subconsciously moved his book further away from him.
Feeling the actions of the people around him, Wang Dongduan became even angrier. He picked up the exercise book on the corner of the table and angrily did three chemistry questions.
Deskmate: ...
Lin Nanyan dodged Jiang Qing's physical strangulation attack, took out four thick notebooks from his desk pocket and pushed them to her.
"Here are the notes you requested."
Jiang Qing took it and looked through it. The densely packed square notes were extremely neat, and even the various colored annotations on them appeared neat and not messy, like a row of neatly trimmed tadpoles.
"Your notes are so good. I'll take a good look at them." Jiang Qing raised her notes to indicate.
It was obvious that a lot of effort had gone into making the thick notes. She would definitely use them well and try to get back to her previous level so that her grades could stabilize again.
"Thank you." She casually pulled Lin Nanyan's notebook over and drew a small heart on it. "A grateful heart for you."
Song Shuang heard the commotion over here and leaned over to take a look. He was shocked by the aura of a top student emanating from the notebook and exclaimed: "Class monitor, your notebook is amazing. Can I borrow it, too?"
She also wanted to improve her grades. Since Lin Nanyan was a genius, his notes must have some hidden tricks to improve her grades. Maybe next time she took the exam, she could sprint into the top 30.
People can still dream, what if it comes true? Song Shuang looked at Lin Nanyan with anticipation.
Lin Nanyan took back his draft paper and put it aside, saying casually: "I lent it to Jiang Jiang. If you want to borrow it, you can ask her."
Song Shuang instantly became happy. To her, Lin Nanyan's words were a roundabout way of agreeing. Who was Jiang Qing? She was her best friend, the kind who could sleep in the same bed with her.
Jiang Qing, immersed in the ocean of knowledge formed by tadpoles, looked up. She naturally would not refuse her best friend's invitation to make progress together.
"Here are four books. Which one do you want? You can pick one yourself and we'll take turns reading them."
"Okay." Song Shuang pulled out two books from the bottom without even looking at them, "These two will do for me." Any subject will do.
Wang Huaqing, who was standing by, weakly raised his hand: "I want it too."
Song Shuang casually handed over a notebook in his hand: "Here you go."
"Is it okay?" she asked Lin Nanyan.
Lin Nanyan still said the same thing: "Ask Jiang Jiang."
Song Shuang turned to look at Jiang Qing, and Wang Huaqiang also turned his head.
Jiang Qing inexplicably possessed the right to lend these notes, and she replied, "Of course."
In fact, if Wang Huaqiang asked Lin Nanyan to borrow his notes, Lin Nanyan would definitely lend them to him. Jiang Qing thought that the reason why he went through so much trouble was because he was too lazy to transfer the lending rights to her. If someone asked him to borrow the notes in the future, he would just push it onto her.
Tsk tsk, this guy is really going too far.
Wang Dongduan, who was doing exercises in front, was immersed in the joy of overcoming the difficult problems, and his ears automatically captured the key points.
The speed of his hands gradually slowed down. Wang Dongduan, who was listening with his ears perked up, suddenly slipped his hand and a conspicuous scratch appeared on the exercise book.
The God of Learning's Notes! He wants to read it too!
But now all the notes were given to Jiang Qing, and they had just had an argument, so the notes definitely could not be borrowed.
Thinking of this, he took out his notes from his schoolbag and observed them silently. They were straight and neat, and should be no worse than Lin Nanyan's.
Ahhh, damn Song Shuang, damn Jiang Qing, and damn yes-man Wang Huacheng. I curse that the notes you take will never be neat and will always be a mess.
After getting the notes, Song Shuang and Wang Huaqiang returned to their seats contentedly to study.
The remaining notebooks in Jiang Qing's hand were a mathematics book that she had originally spread out, and a chemistry book.
Very good, today is also a new day of learning.
She started from the first page, referring to the textbook, and taking notes as she read.
Everyone has different learning habits. Even though Lin Nanyan's notes are excellent and people can understand what he is talking about at a glance, for Jiang Qing, these knowledge points still need to be sorted out again to adapt to her own learning habits and methods.
Taking things for granted won't help her remember them well.
As she read and organized, she gradually immersed herself in the strange yet familiar mathematical symbols.
Lin Nanyan was registering the list of names for the parent-teacher meeting. The two of them were doing their own things and were very harmonious.
Amid the coming and going crowds and the noisy voices, there are always people who are immersed in their own affairs and are not disturbed.
Soon, the ten-minute break was over, and Teacher Li, with her graceful steps, walked up to the podium again. Her clear voice rang out, and she raised her hand to write a mathematical function on the blackboard.
Jiang Qing blocked out the teacher's voice. To her now, what Teacher Li taught was basically incomprehensible. She had to first understand the basic content in the notebook before she could slowly catch up with the progress.
Swish, swish, swish, the pen never stops.
Song Shuang in front was confused again. How could it suddenly jump from the function to the maximum and minimum values? How did it know that it was necessary to set unknown variables here?
She could understand the first two steps that Teacher Li explained, but the latter part was all "Aba Aba," a series of big jumping movements. Her eyelids drooped gradually with a rustling sound, and time became blurred. She successfully got through the class in a daze.
The bell for recess rang, and Song Shuang suddenly woke up. She stood up and walked out.
Jiang Qing was still immersed in copying and didn't notice that the people around her stood up.
"You, don't want to run exercises anymore?" Lin Nanyan reminded Jiang Qing when he saw that she had no intention of getting up.
Running exercises? Jiang Qing looked up, bewildered.
Yes, high school students still have to do morning exercises.
She quickly closed her notes and watched Lin Nanyan put on his school uniform jacket as he walked out. She quickly followed Lin Nanyan's example, pulled out her own school uniform jacket, put it on, and followed the crowd out. A surging stream of people surged, and within a few minutes, the playground was covered in a sea of black and white.
Jiang Qing followed Lin Nanyan all the way to the gathering place of Class 9. Seeing Lin Nanyan walking towards his seat, she was stunned for a moment.
Wait, where is she standing?
By the way, she really doesn't remember who is around her.
With her height as a high school student, she should be in the front half. She looked around but didn't see any obvious gaps.
At this time, the physical education committee member was directing and organizing the formation.
"Hurry up and line up quickly." He shouted while scanning the crowd, trying to catch the laggards with his eyes.
Jiang Qing: .....
Could she ask the sports committee member where she was standing? But it was obvious that the sports committee member could not remember everyone's standing position, and it was not an important performance. The most likely thing was that the sports committee member would loudly ask other students if they knew where she was.
Help! She didn't want to perform in front of everyone like a mentally retarded person who had run drills for two years but couldn't remember the positions.
At this agonizing moment, Lin Nanyan walked out of the queue, grabbed her sleeve, pulled her into the queue, and rescued her.
"Stand here."
"Yeah," Jiang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she didn't have to die on the spot.
Thank God, thank the earth, and thank Lin Nanyan for his good memory.
Following the order from the Sports Committee: "Run - Walk."
The students in Class 9 followed the slogan and ran along the track in the playground, kicking and stomping all the way. From time to time, they shouted slogans in a long and drawn-out tone: "One, two, one, two, one, two, three, four."
As the circle was about to be completed and Class Nine was about to pass by the place where school leaders were gathered at the entrance of the playground, the physical education teacher suddenly became alert and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kun whales strike the water--".
Jiang Qing, breathless after not running for years, asked: "What the hell?"
A group of froglets, each one working harder than the other, followed suit by shouting: "Kun whale strikes the water, Cheng Peng travels thousands of miles, when Class Nine comes out, who can compete with us——".
The sound was majestic and loud. Jiang Qing looked very out of place among the frog cubs. Her mouth moved a few times and her ears were buzzing.
This slogan and this momentum are so domineering.
Fortunately, the words she was shouting were not the only thing she remembered, the huge black words on a red background that used to hang at the back of their classroom: "The King of Heaven covers the Tiger of Earth, the Pagoda suppresses the Monster of the River."
No one knew what evil wind was blowing at that time, but her classmates insisted on writing this slogan, which left a deep impression on her and she still remembers it to this day.
The leaders at the playground entrance were battle-hardened veterans, able to remain calm no matter how shameful the slogans. Every class passing through had to shout slogans. If they weren't loud enough or energetic enough, the head teacher would be criticized. The head teacher would then pass the pressure onto the students, and ultimately, it was the students who bore the brunt of the burden.
After two long laps of running, the team disbanded on the spot.
Song Shuang came over from behind and put his arm around Jiang Qing, who was walking slowly. "Why are you panting so hard?"
"I'm too tired." Jiang Qing said weakly.
"You've been doing exercises for two years but haven't made any progress. You're not good enough, Jiang Jiang." Song Shuang teased Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing paused. Yes, even if she had traveled through time, she was still using her previous body. She had been running for two years, so how could she still be so tired?
She soon figured it out. Well, she hadn't run for a long time, and her mindset hadn't adjusted, so her mental fatigue led to her physical fatigue.
"I'm tired."
Song Shuang agreed: "Indeed, studying can easily make people tired."
Seeing Jiang Qing's hesitant look, she suggested, "Let's go to the canteen and buy a bottle of water."
"Okay." Jiang Qing's throat was dry and she also wanted to drink water.
The two of them walked hand in hand to the small supermarket.
A fair, slender and powerful hand holding a small white card suddenly stretched out and appeared under Jiang Qing's eyes. She stared at it for a while and remembered, oh, this seems to be the meal card from high school.
"Why are you giving me this?"
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