The long week has finally passed, and it's Monday again.

Zhang Shu moved to the second group, and was again separated from Shengxia by an aisle.

When the two tables were separated, Zhang Shu asked, "Did you leave anything here with me?"

She did have a lot of stuff, and it was always scattered all over the place. She would often lose her pen or correction tape during class. Then Zhang Shu would open his exercise book and most likely find her stuff.

Shengxia checked and said, "No."

When she saw him checking the drawer, she remembered the gift. Did he see it?

He didn't make any special movements or expressions. Either he didn't see it, or he saw it but didn't associate it with her.

In short, she was safe.

Xin Xiaohe moved to her left again.

It’s quite inspiring to watch Xin Xiaohe and Yang Linyu arguing every day.

After all, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and people were falling into a period of fatigue. As soon as the afternoon came, Shengxia felt sleepy. When Hou Junqi fell down in the front seat, Shengxia felt even sleepier.

At this time, she would look at Zhang Shu who was doing exercises and Xin Xiaohe who was concentrating on her studies, and she would not dare to feel sleepy anymore.

Being surrounded by top students, the pressure is doubled.

In the past few weeks, Shengxia feels that the biggest difference between being in the Affiliated Middle School and being in the Second Middle School is the sense of urgency. There are always unfinished things in my heart and unabsorbed content in my brain. My whole body and mind are running rapidly.

Can't stop.

Because everything around us is constantly moving and changing.

The portrait is wrapped in a huge machine and rotates unconsciously.

Mealtime every day is the most relaxing time in midsummer.

She likes the meals at the after-school care center very much. They are homely, delicious and nutritionally balanced.

But occasionally when I run into Hou Junqi and Zhang Shu, the leisurely meal time becomes not so relaxing.

After school that afternoon, Shengxia went to the fruit shop to buy a glass of cucumber juice before going upstairs to eat. Zhang Shu and Hou Junqi were already eating.

Hou Junqi waved his hand, "Xiao Shengxia, come here!"

In the midsummer, I hesitated with the food tray in hand. If I didn't go over, wouldn't it be too obvious that I was giving up?

Thinking it was indeed rude, Shengxia walked past it anyway.

Zhang Shu and Hou Junqi sat facing each other at the square table. No matter which empty seat Shengxia sat in, it would be "guarded" by two boys.

Quite conspicuous.

She lowered her head to eat, and out of the corner of her eye she could see many people looking over here, including the waitress and... the beautiful proprietress.

"Xiao Shengxia, are you really 1.66 meters tall?" Hou Junqi could never calm down while eating.

Sheng Xia was slightly startled and subconsciously glanced at Zhang Shu.

Do he and Hou Junqi talk about everything? Does he even talk about trivial matters like this?

She nodded: "Yeah." In fact, those were the data from last year's physical examination, and she seemed to have grown taller.

"Are you very familiar with Lu Youze?" Hou Junqi asked again.

This topic is a bit broad, and Shengxia is confused.

Lu Youze sat behind Xin Xiaohe, very close to Shengxia, but Lu Youze was not the chatty type, so the two of them didn't have much communication. They just discussed Wang Zengqi's book in the morning and talked for quite a while.

Shengxia answered concisely: "We were in the same class in junior high school."

Hou Junqi said: "Has he been a tattletale since junior high school?"

midsummer:……

She raised her eyes and said, "No, I'm not sure."

"Then you..." Hou Junqi was about to say something, but was interrupted by Zhang Shu knocking his chopsticks on the edge of the plate.

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"Stop talking so much. If you don't eat, just stand aside and tell crosstalk to lose weight." Zhang Shu's voice was light, but his content was impolite.

Hou Junqi made a lip zipper gesture and shut up obediently.

Shengxia was silent, feeling that it was not easy for Hou Junqi to make friends with such a violent and mean person.

During evening study, two workers carrying a ladder came to the class and played drums on the podium for a long time. Everyone watched with their chins in their hands, curiously.

Finally, the workers nailed a huge countdown board, and left after the job was done, leaving behind a scene of sorrow.

"Ah, why are you suddenly scared..."

"No way, there's not even three hundred days!"

"No, I'm still a baby!"

August has quietly come to an end, the remedial classes are over, and school will officially start next week. The real senior year of high school has begun. All that remains of my high school career are the bright red numbers on the countdown board.

286 days.

People always say there is still one year left before senior year of high school, but when is there really another year left?

The sense of urgency came like a huge wave.

"What are you making such a fuss about? You know time is running out, but you still don't seize it. How can you extend the time by keeping howling?" Wang Wei suddenly appeared at the back door, looking at the crazy students with a sharp gaze.

Tonight is not Wang Wei’s evening practice, why is he here?

The classroom fell silent, and everyone was busy with their homework. Wang Wei called out, "Zhang Shu, come out for a moment."

Zhang Shu threw down his pen and stood up.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Shu asked impatiently outside the classroom, before Wang Wei could say anything, "Does getting first place require a weekly visit? Then consider getting second place next time."

"You brat!" Wang Wei pulled out the scroll from under his arm and was about to hit Zhang Shu on the back. He raised it halfway and then put it down, glaring at the confused student, "I have something important to say!"

Zhang Shu: "Speak."

Wang Wei put his arm around his shoulder again, turned his back to the classroom, and adopted a posture reserved for serious business discussions.

"The school has arranged for you to give a speech under the national flag at the flag-raising ceremony next week. You..."

Before Wang Wei finished speaking, Zhang Shu refused: "No."

"You can't just say it or do it. Every year at the beginning of the school year, the top senior students will give their learning experience to the younger students. You have to say it even if you don't want to!"

To put it bluntly, this kind of speech is just a bunch of nonsense.

Zhang Shu said: "What kind of learning experience can I impart? What can I say? Talent? There is nothing much. Just listen to the class carefully and finish the homework."

Wang Wei was speechless for a moment.

"I heard that your error book is very popular in the second year of high school? Almost everyone has one," Wang Wei began to be soft-hearted, "Why don't you tell me how to make an error book."

Huh? Wang Wei knew that he was selling wrong-question books, so why did some people think he was selling dirty items?

Zhang Shu laughed, "Everyone's wrong questions are definitely different. I don't know what the use of my wrong question book is. I guess it's for worship or some metaphysics."

"you!"

Wang Wei would get so angry every time he talked to Zhang Shu. He calmed down and said, "If you really can't speak, just ask Lu Youze. He has a lot of experience in public speaking. If you still can't speak, you can write something first and then ask Shengxia to revise it for you."

Zhang Shu said, "Okay."

Wang Wei breathed a sigh of relief. Although Zhang Shu was stubborn, he would generally not go wrong with what he promised.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shu added, "I can't get them to do anything. How about you make some arrangements for them?"

Wang Wei: "What arrangements?"

"Will you arrange for someone to revise the manuscript for me?"