The bookstore owner brought a chair and handed Zhang Shu a menu. Zhang Shu sat down, glanced at the menu, and didn't take it. "Boiled water, thank you."

Boss: “Do you need anything else?”

Zhang Shu: “No need.”

The boss wanted to say something, but looked at Shengxia and held it back. He replied "OK" and left with the menu.

This kind of bookstore has never made money from selling books. It is an unspoken rule that there is a tea fee for each seat, but Shengxia and Tao Zhizhi are regular customers and members, so the owner did not insist.

Tao Zhizhi asked: "Student Zhang...Shu, have you had lunch? There is pizza here, it is delicious."

Shengxia was puzzled. How could her impetuous best friend suddenly become so considerate?

"I've eaten." Zhang Shu said.

"Oh... okay."

"Have you finished your manuscript?" Shengxia spoke up to save Tao Zhizhi from embarrassment.

Zhang Shu took out a notebook from his schoolbag and said, "I didn't write the ending."

Shengxia took it and glanced through it quickly. He wrote it in a plain and illogical way, with slogans throughout, as if it was cut from several manuscripts and spliced ​​together.

"Have you ever heard other flag speeches before?" Shengxia asked tactfully.

Zhang Shu said: "We are forced to accept a few minutes of torture at a fixed time every week. Don't you have it in No. 2 Middle School?"

Amount...

Tao Zhizhi glanced between the two of them. The genius scholar didn't look like he was begging anyone when he spoke. He was just as handsome and cool as the rumors said.

He has a very strong aura, even Tao Zhizhi is a little scared.

Unexpectedly, her best friend Comrade Shengxia was able to remain calm and even responded with a bit of emotion: "Then you should have a preliminary idea of ​​the speech under the national flag."

It means you don’t have it, you are deaf.

Zhang Shu laughed, "Why don't you tell me?"

Shengxia put down her pen and picked up a pencil to outline Zhang Shu's manuscript. She leaned slightly towards him and said slowly, "First, let's talk about the format of the speech. What should I call it here..."

She spoke the manuscript in a very logical and eloquent manner, and her suggestions were very tactful and pertinent. Her voice was gentle, and it sounded like she was speaking from the heart, and also like she was hypnotizing...

Tao Zhizhi was already sleepy, and she felt even sleepier as she listened. She lay back on the table, closed her eyes and rested.

"That's all for now," Sheng Xia said, handing the manuscript back to Zhang Shu. "Why don't you revise it now and look at it later if it doesn't work."

Zhang Shu looked away from her cheeks that were dancing with warm light, took the manuscript, and said, "Okay."

Shengxia nodded and continued to work on her paper.

Zhang Shu asked Sheng Xia: "Can you lend me your cell phone?"

Shengxia raised her eyes, her eyes were inquiring.

"According to your request, I'll look at what others have written." He shook his phone, "I'm out of data."

Hand over the phone in midsummer.

This brand of mobile phones is not often used by high school students.

Zhang Shu raised his eyebrows. Liu Huian was right. Her family background was indeed good.

It took him a while to find the browser, he clicked on the search bar, and just as he was about to type, he saw the historical search records pop up automatically below.

The above are all names of writers and idioms. No wonder she is so good at Chinese, she has a lot of extracurricular learning.

Further down, Zhang Shu narrowed his eyes.

【What is the crime of copying pornographic books and selling them】

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Have you done so much homework?

Zhang Shu couldn't even laugh anymore, he raised his eyelids and looked at the girl opposite him.

She was writing a proof question with her head down, moving the ruler back and forth on the paper, but she still hadn't decided where to draw the auxiliary lines. She bit her lower lip tightly in worry, and her pink lips turned pale. After a while, they were released and quickly regained their color, covered with a layer of water...

Zhang Shu quickly looked away, his Adam's apple rolling, and he picked up the water and took a sip.

Before Shengxia had finished half of her math paper, Zhang Shu had already finished his draft. Shengxia thought it was much better than his first draft. He was really smart. Even though words could not be explained in numbers like formulas, he could still understand it immediately.

"I think it's pretty good, but the ending isn't sublime," Shengxia suggested again. "The most important thing about a speech is the ending. The most memorable speeches are those that inspire people at the end."

It was indeed the part that Zhang Shu hated the most. "Isn't that just hype? Isn't it still just shouting slogans?"

Shengxia: ...She just said that shouting slogans is not allowed.

"You can say that, but there's also a very sincere ending that leaves people with a feeling of wanting more." Shengxia explained with a good temper.

Zhang Shu asked: "What does it mean to be sincere?"

Shengxia thought for a moment, biting her lip as usual, "That's it..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she saw Zhang Shu turned his head away. Just as she was suspicious, he turned back again.

She continued, "Why not talk about your ideals and goals? That will resonate more. What are your ideals?"

Zhang Shu pondered, what ideals did he have?

He wanted to be an adult. He wanted to be independent.

But this doesn't seem ideal.

Shengxia looked at him in surprise, "Don't you have anything you want to do? Or, what kind of person do you want to be?"

Zhang Shu looked at the girl's serious expression and was speechless.

"You are so smart, you must be able to do many things that others can't do. If I were as smart as you, I would have many things I want to do." Shengxia murmured, patiently and coaxingly.

Smart.

Unexpectedly, her evaluation of him was quite positive. He thought that in her heart he was just a criminal.

"So what do you want to do?" Zhang Shu asked.

"Hmm..." Shengxia put down the pen, propped up her chin with her backhand, and said as she thought, "It's not specific yet. I have limited abilities. I don't know which university I can get into or what major I can study. But in general, I want to leave something behind, to leave a trace of my presence. If I'm mediocre, at least I'll be a good person and be of some use to the people around me. If I'm outstanding, then I'll be useful to the country and the world, and I'll be remembered by the world after I leave."

She seemed to be immersed in her own world when she spoke, and only came to her senses after she finished speaking. She lowered her head a little embarrassedly, "The latter part is a little difficult, but I think if it were you, you would be able to do it."

This is the true feeling of midsummer.

He has not even tried his best, but he has already achieved excellence that others would find difficult to achieve even if they worked day and night. He is capable of making many choices. As long as he wants, he can go to any university he wants, study any major he wants, and do many amazing things.

Zhang Shu looked at her without saying a word, his eyes seemed to be fixed on some very far away place.

Like in a daze.

Shengxia's ears turned slightly red, and he realized belatedly that the topic was a bit too deep, and it was right for him to have nothing to say.

Zhang Shu took a sip of boiled water, flicked his manuscript, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go back and revise it."

After a while, he asked, "Have you finished your paper?"

Shengxia shook her head: "There are still two more pressing questions."

Zhang Shu asked: "Can you write about the key topic in a normal exam?"

Shengxia shook her head again: "Occasionally, I can usually read a question..."

Zhang Shu said, "I suggest you speed up the first part first, and then start to practice the key questions. Otherwise, if you practice so many questions but can't do the latter part, what's the point? Just read the questions now and write down the formula without thinking. If you can't solve it, just leave it there. You can at least get two points."

"Wouldn't it be too risky to give up on the main topic now?" Shengxia hesitated, because sometimes she could answer one question, although her accuracy rate was not high. But now she is already in the first year of high school. If she doesn't practice the main topic, will it be too late to pick it up later?

Zhang Shu disagreed: "Now that your speed and accuracy in answering multiple-choice questions have improved, you won't be bad in the future. Once you get it right, you'll be good at everything."

All thoughts in midsummer.

"It's just a suggestion. How you learn it is up to you," Zhang Shu added.

Zhang Shu actually fulfilled his promise of "reciprocity" and waited for Shengxia to finish her paper, checked the answers, and then explained the questions to her. Even Tao Zhizhi, who had no intention of studying, attended the class after waking up.

After Zhang Shu left, Tao Zhizhi raised her thumbs up, her expression full of admiration and confidence, "In two words: awesome."

Shengxia nodded in agreement.

Although he would occasionally say something that seemed impatient, overall he was meticulous and serious, and went deep into the subject in a simple and straightforward manner.

"I think he treats you very well." Tao Zhizhi said.

Shengxia raised her eyes slightly, "No way, that's how he talks about topics."

Tao Zhizhi shook her head seriously, "I'm not talking about this. I don't know how to put it, but I feel like he's not that arrogant when he's talking to you, and his voice is even softer than when he's talking to me..."

midsummer:……

When she returned to school for evening classes, Shengxia did not receive Zhang Shu's final manuscript, but she did not ask much. When she saw him taking the manuscript to find Fu Jie, she felt relieved, as her task was completed.

It was a routine to change seats before morning reading on Monday, and she became Zhang Shu's deskmate again.

However, after changing seats several times, Shengxia no longer thinks the seat is a big deal. It doesn’t matter how you change it, it’s just a difference of being closer or farther away, the people around you are still the same.

The flag-raising ceremony of the affiliated high school was scheduled for the first break on Monday. It was Shengxia's turn to be on duty that day, so the duty students did not have to go to the flag-raising ceremony.

She and Xin Xiaohe swept the floor and washed the blackboard, while Lu Youze and his deskmate took out the trash.

Although we will not be attending the flag-raising ceremony, the campus radio will broadcast the flag-raising ceremony live throughout the school.

"Now, please invite Zhang Shu from Class 6 of Senior Grade 3 to give a speech under the national flag..."

The host's voice was loud and pleasant, coming from the speakers on the podium.

Accompanied by sparse applause.

The voice of a young man came from the stereo. The magnetic and lazy tone passed through the stereo, with some heavy emphasis and added stability. "Good morning, teachers and students, I am Zhang Shu..."

Shengxia sighed. He originally wrote, "Hello everyone, I am Zhang Shu." After she revised it, it was clearly written, "Dear teacher, dear classmates..."

Forget it, the arrogant king has his own stubbornness.

Then there was a sudden burst of applause, accompanied by a chattering of people, the sound coming through both the real space and the sound system, one after another...

"Damn, this sound, where has the national flag speech ever been heard before?" Xin Xiaohe stopped cleaning and asked, "Is Zhang Shu spreading his peacock tail?"

The applause died down and Zhang Shu began his speech.

The contents in the book were all those that Shengxia had read before, without much change. She found that when he read out some of the popular and professional contents, they seemed less rigid, and he had grasped the precious balance between laziness and seriousness.

In fact, he is quite suitable for public speaking. He doesn't shout in a high-pitched and passionate manner, but just chats with others, which makes people listen to him.

The ending was something Shengxia had never seen before. She slowed down her movements while wiping the blackboard and listened carefully.

He seemed to pause for a moment before he slowly said, "Someone told me that when you come to this world, you have to leave a mark. If you are mediocre, at least be a good person; if you are outstanding, you have to be useful to the country and the world. I don't know what I can leave behind, but I want to be someone who has a sound personality, develops independently, has a sense of family and country, and has a global perspective. If I can become such a person, my youth will not be in vain. My speech is over, thank you."