Chapter 57 The early bird catches the worm. Practice, practice, practice, practice...
"In the spring of the fourth year of the Qingli era, Teng Zijing was demoted to the position of prefect of Baling County. The following year, the government was efficient and the people were harmonious, and all neglected matters were revived..."
The school has already started its first, second, and third rounds of review sessions to keep up with current events and prepare for the city's first mock exam at the end of the month.
The first mock exam is arguably the most important exam before the high school entrance exam. Wu Jinzhong always emphasizes that the mock exam results can be a benchmark for the high school entrance exam results. It is an exam with unified questions and grading by the Municipal Education Bureau. After the mock exam, the estimated score lines for each school will be determined based on the rankings.
As the saying goes, whoever masters the mock exam masters the world.
Jiang Yueming was so busy that he didn't even have time to get a haircut. His bangs were so long that they covered his eyes, and when he lowered his head, they fell down and completely covered his eyes.
Jiang Yueming casually flicked her bangs upwards, and they instantly stood up like they had exploded, making her look particularly silly.
"Lele, I don't know how to do this question, can you teach me?" Jiang Yueming leaned closer. It was morning reading time, and the rule for morning reading was to stand and read for forty minutes before sitting down. It was said that this helped with memory and made the information more solid.
However, Jiang Yueming felt that she hadn't remembered anything, only felt tired. There were quite a few geniuses in the class who stood for forty minutes without sitting down, which prevented those of them who wanted to sit from doing so, otherwise it would look messy and they could only stand along with them.
During morning reading, he secretly did math problems behind Li Xiaojuan's back. Li Leshan stood next to him, and what he was holding was not a Chinese textbook, but an English essay. He only seemed "unconventional" in this respect.
Li Leshan excels in all subjects. His only weakness is English, so he usually dedicates most of his morning reading time to English and physics formulas.
He took Jiang Yueming's math test paper, which was folded into squares. Jiang Yueming dreaded parabolas the most; he would spend ages trying to figure them out, begging and pleading, and could only manage to find the analytical formula. Things like finding the coordinates or the value of M gave him a terrible headache.
Li Leshan glanced at the question and began writing a detailed solution. The first step was: "Let the equation of line BC be y = kx + b... Solving for y, we get y = -x + 3..."
Li Leshan was writing diligently, completely oblivious to Tian Xiaojuan's inspection of the class. He held up a Chinese textbook, pretending to study, but inside were math problems in small squares. Parabolas were Jiang Yueming's biggest pain point; he could lose 8 or 9 points on just this one question.
Within eight minutes, the explanations and answers to the second and third questions were neatly presented before Jiang Yueming's eyes.
The final answer is that m = 3/2 plus or minus the square root of 17 or m = 1/2 plus or minus the square root of 17.
It looks like a very reassuring answer.
"Wow, you're amazing." Jiang Yueming glanced at the time; he knew this problem would take him several tens of minutes to solve. He glanced at Li Xiaojuan's seat and quietly took the math problem back. On the last blank space, Li Leshan had written neatly and clearly in pencil, even drawing the parabola perfectly.
In fact, Jiang Yueming always asked him for these kinds of questions because he couldn't solve each one. Li Leshan never got impatient; he would just write the answers again and again and show him the relevant knowledge points in the textbook.
Heavens. Jiang Yueming stared at the incomprehensible numbers, silently thinking, "Is this even humanly made?"
"I think I need to get a haircut," Jiang Yueming muttered in his ear, abandoning the math problem.
"Do you remember when I cut your hair a couple of years ago?" Jiang Yueming smiled as she recalled the scene, feeling as if it were still vivid in her mind. "How come you didn't seem to mind at all, and just listened to me like that?"
If it were Han Jiang, that kid would resist for at least seven or eight miles and absolutely refuse to submit.
Li Leshan chuckled softly and wrote in his textbook with a pencil: "Then I'll cut it for you this time."
Once it's gone, consider it a repayment.
“That won’t do,” Jiang Yueming said softly, “We’re not the same… You look good with any hairstyle, how can I gamble like that?”
Li Leshan continued writing: I'm not good-looking. You'll look good no matter what you cut.
He gestured, meaning that he had shaved his head short before, like a buzz cut, which his grandmother had done for him a long, long time ago, so that he wouldn't have to cut it too often.
Who would say they're not good-looking? Jiang Yueming briefly imagined it, and damn, no matter how he thought about it, this guy was incredibly handsome, breathtakingly handsome, who cares about his hairstyle? Even those non-mainstream, side-swept bangs that young people wear on the street these days would look like that on Li Leshan.
"Then give me..." Jiang Yueming suddenly caught sight of Li Xiaojuan in his line of sight and quickly stopped talking. He secretly tugged at the hem of Li Leshan's school uniform, signaling Li Xiaojuan to walk this way.
Li Leshan understood, and his gaze returned to the textbook.
Review, review, review, review.
With his time completely consumed by this every day, Jiang Yueming decided not to cut his hair. He figured he could still bear it; it was long enough to tie into a small bun.
Whenever Tian Tian had nothing to do, she would run to Jiang Yueming's room, touching this and that. Jiang Yueming was so tired that he fell asleep on the table. When he woke up, his hair was tied up with colorful little hair ties.
Lin Cuiqin was deeply moved by his learning environment. She still occasionally talks to Yin Guiying on the phone, and Yin Guiying will ask about Jiang Yueming's recent situation. She is very satisfied with Jiang Yueming's change, but at the same time, she feels a little unbalanced, wondering why he wasn't this hardworking when she was teaching him.
It's ironic that I arrived in spring but left in springtime.
But she was still very pleased, saying that when Jiang Yueming successfully received his admission notice, they should get together for a meal, and she would treat them to a meal at a restaurant. Because of this, Jiang Yueming studied even harder. If he passed the exam, everyone would be happy; if he failed, he definitely couldn't go, wouldn't that be like a trap? He couldn't go to that meeting alone.
Nothing much has happened in the Third Alley lately. The biggest event was Jiang Yueming's high school entrance exam. Every day, he would rush to school and rush home with his schoolbag on his back. Everyone in the Third Alley knew that the child who had been a good-for-nothing, mischievous troublemaker since childhood, and whose education was harder than climbing to heaven, had now changed completely.
Every day, people ask Lin Cuiqin, wanting to learn from her experience, "What medicine did he take?"
Jiang Yueming scoffed at this. What? Neighbors, folks, haven't you ever seen someone "hanging their head from the beam and pricking their thigh with an awl" or "the slow bird flies first"? He's already late to the party.
Jiang Yueming is currently struggling with English, math, and physics. As for things like boys having a natural talent for these subjects, screw that! All they do is use rumors to swindle and deceive people.
He decided to start teaching Tian Tian middle school English, math, and physics now, starting in third grade. He figured the early bird catches the worm; he was late to the game, and Tian Tian couldn't follow his path—she needed to start six or seven years earlier. By then, while other kids would still be at the starting line, the clever Tian Tian would have already flown a hundred meters or so ahead.
As the mock exam approached at breakneck speed, Jiang Yueming was honestly a little nervous.
The school cafeteria has a staggered meal schedule, with the third-grade students being the last group. They rotate groups weekly. However, things will improve in June. From June until the eve of the high school entrance exam, the third-year students will always be the first to eat, and they'll even be given eggs, ostensibly because "students taking the high school entrance exam are the most important."
Last year, the school cafeteria was renovated, but the interior wasn't renovated; only the exterior was painted over—a superficial renovation. A large shed was built on the unfinished construction site outside, serving as a "second cafeteria." Not many people went there because the shed was freezing in winter and sweltering in summer; the corrugated iron rattled in the wind, looking like it might collapse at any moment. However, it was mostly frequented by young couples, since no school leaders inspected the area.
However, the canteen was small and crowded with students. Sometimes, when forced to eat standing up, Jiang Yueming would go with Li Leshan. The second canteen was very different from the first canteen; the stools were rickety plastic benches, and the tables were made of sheet metal that creaked and groaned constantly.
Jiang Yueming is a picky eater. He won't eat carrots or green vegetables, which are always served in the cafeteria, so he brazenly gives them to Li Leshan, thankfully Li Leshan agrees. If it were Han Jiang, it would be a three-hundred-round battle, because Han Jiang is also a picky eater.
"My neighbor always says I'm a picky eater, that I won't eat this or that," Jiang Yueming complained. "She says that eating more carrots and vegetables will make me smarter, improve my brain, and boost my grades. Putting aside whether it can actually improve my brain, if my grades are bad, shouldn't I be getting extra help with my studies?"
What does this have to do with carrots? Can carrots teach him about parabolas or pressure density?
However, he had tutors, and Li Leshan tutored him without complaint. Li Leshan guided him through the first, second, and third rounds of review. He progressed much faster with Li Leshan on things like the Wanwei Middle School Entrance Exam and passing exams in one go, and Li Leshan didn't look down on him for being slow.
The chandelier overhead flickered as if it were about to burst into flames. Jiang Yueming glanced up, then dared not look any longer; given his recent run of bad luck, looking any longer might actually cause it to burn down.
The chandelier really did fall and almost hit Han Jiang. Han Jiang went to report it for repair, filled with righteous indignation, but it seems the report was unsuccessful. Han Jiang was also unlucky; he and Jiang Yueming were like brothers in misfortune, and when they occasionally met, he wanted nothing more than to hug Jiang Yueming and cry his heart out. However, Jiang Yueming has grown up now and won't let him hug her anymore.
To get back to class, I have to cross a north-south avenue lined with plane trees on both sides. Shengping has a lot of trees: poplars, willows, plane trees, locust trees, fruit trees, and camphor trees. It's not a large area, but the greenery is quite good. Currently, it's striving to become a National Civilized City, although that will probably take another ten or eight years.
"North-South Avenue" is a colloquial name given by the students. People have proper names, like "Talent Road." It sounds more cultured, but not many people use it. They keep calling it "North-South Avenue," which eventually got the school leaders to use it too. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, and the minority submits to the majority.
However, by this time the sycamore leaves had all fallen, leaving the tree bare except for a bird's nest of some unknown species and... plastic bags hanging from the branches.
"How many sets of test papers have you done?" Jiang Yueming was referring to the set of middle school entrance exam papers, which consisted of 20 sets in total, 15 sets of actual exam papers and 5 sets of prediction papers. Jiang Yueming had only just begun.
Li Leshan made a hand gesture, "eight".
"Holy crap," Jiang Yueming exclaimed in surprise, "wasn't it just released the day before yesterday?"
He did the math in his head and figured that at this rate, Li Leshan could do three sets a day.
Three sets of math test papers.
He swallowed hard, genuinely wanting to kneel down and worship. This wasn't just a simple "academic superstar," it was the ultimate academic superstar, the absolute king of kings.
"Leshan! Leshan!" Wu Jinzhong's voice came from behind, tinged with urgency and tension. Today he was on duty, eating in the cafeteria, mainly checking for anyone cutting in line. If anyone was caught, he would grab the student by the collar and send them home. He treated all students equally, showing no leniency.
Li Leshan and Jiang Yueming turned around and saw Wu Jinzhong waving at them, sweating profusely, holding up a phone. "Quick! Quick, answer the phone, it's the health center calling!"
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