Nodding obediently, Shang Yunmiao didn't say anything. After placing her hands on the table, she lay down and started to sleep.
After admiring the girl's pressed cheek for a while, Chen Bing took out his 1.5L super-large capacity thermos and prepared to go to the tea room to get a cup of warm water.
Some people might wonder why Chen Bing would use a thermos to drink warm water in the middle of summer?
One reason is that the classroom is air-conditioned all day, and Chen Bing's seat is right under the air conditioner.
On the other hand, Mr. Chen was very good at maintaining his health.
A truly outstanding junior high school student like Chen Bing is wise, serene, and knows how to enjoy life. Their secret to good health is to drink warm water every day, do college entrance exam papers, and occasionally tease their adorable childhood friend.
Being an excellent junior high school student is actually quite easy and relaxing. Look, Chen Bing is almost 16 years old, but she's still in such good spirits.
After recalling the meme she'd seen in her past life and chuckling inexplicably like a fool, Chen Bing turned cold, stood up, and left her seat.
On his way to get water, he happened to meet Song Ze, who was also going to get water. So after they got their water, they chatted as they walked toward the classroom.
"By the way, Song Ze, which school did you apply to?"
Due to various reasons, the college application process, which was originally scheduled for April, was postponed again and again. The system was finally opened on the day before yesterday or the day before yesterday.
Chen Bing and Shang Yunmiao naturally filled in the words "Shangping Experimental Senior High School" immediately, but the other students hesitated and seemed to only start taking action in the last few days.
Therefore, Chen Bing still doesn't know which high school Song Ze applied to.
"I applied to Shangping No. 3 Middle School, but I'm not very confident that I'll get into the key class of Experimental Middle School."
"Oh..." Chen Bing nodded, thinking that he had heard from Shang Yunmiao that Wen Xin had applied to Shangping Experimental School. So, what's going on with this young couple? Why didn't they apply to the same school?
After all, it's a major life event for them, and besides, it's already been reported, so there's no point in asking them.
Therefore, Chen Bing didn't say anything more and continued chatting with Song Ze about other topics.
As they passed the stairwell, they heard a simple-minded male voice talking on the phone with his family.
"Hey! Mom, did you go ask the fortune teller? Which school should I apply to?"
"You asked, didn't you? What did they say?"
"Wearing red shoes to the high school entrance exam will get you into Experimental High School?! Really? Don't laugh at me. I'll tell my teacher I'm applying to Experimental High School and not No. 2 High School."
"Okay, okay, I'll hang up then. I need to hurry to the teacher's office; the deadline for filling out forms is this afternoon."
As the distance grew greater, the last sentence drifted into their ears at a barely audible volume.
After exchanging a glance with Song Ze, the two of them smiled simultaneously.
They caught a fish that had slipped through the net of nine-year compulsory education.
If you say this person is ambitious, then his idea of going to high school is entirely based on feudal superstition; if you say he's aimless and lacks any ambition, then at least he has some thoughts about getting into a top high school, but the direction he's hoping for is just too fantastical.
If Chen Bing hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed that anyone actually believed in such obviously fake feudal superstition.
After a short while of complaining and mocking Song Ze, they quickly returned to the classroom.
I originally wanted to share this interesting story with Xiao Shang, but seeing that she was sleeping soundly, I didn't want to disturb her.
Besides, even if you talked to Xiao Shang about this, she probably wouldn't find it interesting, because she's not the type to laugh at others for something like this...
Hmm... mockery?
Chen Bing suddenly felt a pang of guilt, realizing that it wasn't right to be so sarcastic in her mind. From a pragmatic perspective, it was like the arrogant villain in online novels who ultimately falls victim to the protagonist's cunning and manipulative nature—they might very well be proven wrong in the future. From a more abstract perspective, it also contradicted friendly values and was detrimental to building a harmonious society.
Fueled by this guilt, Chen Bing thought about the mobilization meeting a few days later and gradually began to get ideas for the speech he needed to write.
Inspired, Chen Bing took out a blank notebook and a ballpoint pen and began to write furiously during the break between classes.
That evening, after returning home, Chen Bing showed Yun Xuan the speech he had written.
After reading it, the other party, as usual, expressed their appreciation for Chen Bing's writing skills, and then pointed to the second half of the speech, asking him with a smile if it was a bit off-topic.
If it were yesterday, Chen Bing, who had only written this at Shang Yunmiao's request, would likely have answered, "Yes, it seems a bit off-topic and doesn't quite fit the theme of the rally." But now, after witnessing what happened that afternoon, he has some new thoughts of his own.
Therefore, his answer was different.
After thinking it over, Chen Bing shared her thoughts in response to Yun Xuan's question.
...
After listening, Yunxuan didn't show any particular reaction, she just nodded to indicate that there was no problem with the speech.
Originally, Chen Bing had harbored a slight desire to be praised by Aunt Xuan, but now it seemed that was no longer the case. After a moment of disappointment, he immediately went to Shang Yunmiao to curry favor.
After Chen Bing left, Yun Xuan watched the two children interacting on the sofa for a while, then smiled and looked down at the speech she had written for the teacher representative.
Anyway, Bingbing has already thought of everything I wanted to say, so I might as well write something else.
After thinking it over, she crumpled the speech into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
Just like that, seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye, and with the even more intense summer heat, the high school entrance exam was slowly approaching everyone.
On June 11, with one month left before the high school entrance examination, Baishi No.1 Middle School held a relatively formal pep rally.
That afternoon, after the third period, nearly four hundred students from eight classes, led by their homeroom teachers, carried their own stools and rushed to the school's newly built gymnasium.
Everyone was in high spirits and seemed quite excited along the way. After all, junior high school isn't university, and any activity that takes up class time will excite everyone, especially such a meaningful event as the 30-day countdown rally.
For high-achieving students, this is a meaningful event in their three years of junior high school, a clarion call for their final push towards the high school entrance exam. For those with poor grades, or even those who have no hope of attending high school, being able to legally leave school during class time is also a great opportunity.
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