Zhang Shu handed in his composition paper, "My composition has improved rapidly, shouldn't I thank Teacher Sheng?"

A quick glance in midsummer showed 47 points.

This is considered a high score. His essays had previously been below 45 points. These few points are of great significance.

But what does this have to do with her, and -- Teacher Sheng? Didn't she guide his composition?

Shengxia was silent for a long time. Zhang Shu said impatiently, "Didn't Lao Wang say that we should share what we have? Then go tell Lao Wang that I have fulfilled my obligations as a classmate and it is you who don't appreciate it."

This……

When did Lao Wang tell her that? Anyway, he didn't tell her.

Hou Junqi turned his head and looked at Zhang Shu with interest: When did Ah Shu become so obedient? Also, how could Lao Wang use the idiom "exchange what we have"?

After listening to Zhang Shu's "explanation", the students around him lost interest in gossiping and stopped watching, and went about their own business.

Shengxia breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Tomorrow, is that okay? My family will be worried if I go back late."

Her reasons were sincere and her tone was gentle. Zhang Shu suddenly felt like he was being difficult. Wasn't this the way he should be treated for being helpful?

He waved his hands and said, "It's all right. You should do your own results. Why should I be in a hurry?"

Shengxia felt like the word "thank you" was stuck in her throat. She couldn't say anything to this impatient face. In the end, she just pursed her lips, nodded, and left the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

What kind of threatened expression is this?

Zhang Shu withdrew his gaze and slammed the paper on the bookshelf in annoyance.

"Ah Shu?" Hou Junqi approached, revealing his cunning eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Shu raised his eyes, gave him a look that said "It's none of your business", then lowered his head and continued to work on his questions.

Hou Junqi was stunned, but he laughed even more happily, muttering, "Interesting, interesting." Suddenly, he was hit on the back of his head by the draft book.

…

Late at night, Shengxia tossed and turned. She still didn't know how to report her grades. The school had a parent supervision system, and she didn't know if Wang Lianhua had seen it. Thinking of Wang Lianhua's frustrated expression, wanting to blame but hesitant to say anything, Shengxia turned over again, squinted her eyes, and simply got up and turned on the English listening hypnosis.

But it was in vain. The English words kept popping up in my ears but not entering my brain.

Shengxia knows that Wang Lianhua has a hard life. She hopes that her three daughters can become successful, independent and strong, and have the ability and courage to fight against fate. But so far, no one has been able to meet her expectations.

Shengxia's grades are good, but just good, and she has a gentle personality, no temper, and seems to have no opinion;

Wu Qiuxuan has a tough personality, but she is too tough, and her grades are terrible;

Zheng Dongqing, needless to say, should be thankful that he was able to grow up healthily and regain his social skills...

Shengxia recalled that when she was a child, after school she would either practice the piano or calligraphy, or memorize formulas or ancient poems. Even the punishment was related to learning. For example, if she did not practice the piano well, she would be punished by standing in front of the TV with a posture correction stick behind her, reading the ancient Chinese text on the screen until she could recite it.

Thinking about it now, this did help her literary accomplishment, but at that time, there was only pain.

When she stood there, the wooden frame behind her hurt her arms. She couldn't help crying. Wang Lianhua hugged her and cried with her, saying that her mother didn't want this to happen. Xia Xia must be better, otherwise she would regret it like her mother in the future...

Shengxia just choked and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I will work hard. Please don't cry."

Shengxia picked up her phone again and opened Sheng Mingfeng's chat interface. He had transferred one thousand yuan to her some time ago, but she did not accept it and returned it.

Sheng Mingfeng left a message saying: Are you concentrating on studying? Don't be too nervous, go out with your classmates to relax on the weekend.

Shengxia typed a few words, looked at the time again, and gave up, turned off the phone, and fell into darkness again.

The whole next day we spent our classes discussing the test paper, and Shengxia felt dizzy.

The Chinese teacher read Shengxia's composition in class and used it as a typical example for analysis. In the end, he said: "Shengxia's composition is very meaningful for reference. Everyone should read and analyze it more. You must have learned a lot from Zhang Shu's previous composition class. You did well in the composition test this time. Learning does not mean that you should learn how to choose words and construct sentences. This cannot be learned in a short time, but the structure, ideas, and choice of theme are all worth learning. You..."

Shengxia lowered her head to avoid everyone's attention, but suddenly a ball of paper jumped out on the table.

She turned her head and saw Zhang Shu supporting his cheek and raising his eyebrows.

She put her hands under the table and opened them.

Zhang Shu smiled when he saw her sneaky look. Her bent head and hunched back made her look even more obvious.

[Oh, oh, oh, oh]

There were four flamboyant characters written on the note.

Wrinkled brows in midsummer.

【Bored】she replied.

【Then you can talk to me? 】He threw it back again.

Now that they were no longer deskmates, throwing notes across the aisle was much more obvious than before. Shengxia didn't want to reply, but his long legs stretched out and knocked against the crossbar of her chair from time to time.

Shengxia tilted her head to look. He was staring at the teacher intently, listening attentively...

Why is this person like this?

She sighed softly and could only reply: [Let’s talk after class]

She thought that was the end of it, but he threw it back again, and it said: [Received]

He is so boring!

Shengxia crumpled up the note and threw it into her trash bag.

As soon as the bell rang, several people gathered around Shengxia's desk, wanting to see her composition. However, there was only one paper. Someone asked, "Shengxia, do you still have your previous composition?"

Shengxia thought for a moment and said, "They are all at home."

"Then when can you bring it over to us?"

"Okay." Shengxia replied, feeling a little embarrassed.

When she was in No. 2 Middle School, her composition was praised by the teacher, but no classmates were so eager to ask for advice. She could only write, but when she really had to analyze and explain, she didn't know where to start.

The crowd dispersed when the bell for class rang. Lu Youze, who was standing behind her, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Shengxia, can you lend me your composition?"

"good."

Shengxia picked up the test paper and was about to send it to the back when someone pinched a corner of it. She looked up and saw a very handsome face.

Zhang Shu looked at her and said calmly, "Didn't you say we should chat after class?"

midsummer:……

She glanced at Lu Youze, who showed an understanding expression, "You tell him first, I'm not in a hurry."

"Yeah." Sheng Xia looked grateful, and when she looked at Zhang Shu, her expression returned to normal, "I can't speak, I can only write."

Zhang Shu frowned. Why did she look so threatened when facing him? Wasn't she so affectionate just now?

"Didn't you deliver the speech very well before?" Zhang Shu sat down and turned towards her.

Occasionally, a classmate passed by in the corridor, blocking their line of sight. Zhang Shu would tilt his head, never missing her expression.

Shengxia said: "You have a strong understanding, why don't you take a look at it yourself first."

This was the truth. She had taken a quick look at his composition last night and had found that it had improved greatly. At least it had departed from the stereotyped five-paragraph, three-part argumentation style, and the wording and sentence structure was no longer rote.

She recalled the previous composition class when he looked at her composition for a long time, probably analyzing the logic and ideas.

It has to be said that even in a subject that requires more accumulation, such as Chinese, he still has his own way.

I understand immediately.

This is talent.

"Do you consider this an exaggeration?" Zhang Shu asked.

Shengxia was stunned. Was his focus a little off? She nodded suspiciously, "Yeah."

"Okay," Zhang Shu took her paper and suddenly became very talkative, "Let me take another look."

Midsummer sighs imperceptibly.

He kept looking at it the whole day, and by evening class he still hadn't returned it to her, so Lu Youze could only wait.

Shengxia asked, "Have you finished reading it?"

Zhang Shu replied: "Let me analyze it further."

No tread.

After the exam, Wang Wei had his evening study time, and Shengxia was the first one to be called out. There were some whispers in the classroom.

Lao Wang seems to be particularly concerned about this new classmate.

Shengxia was also a little nervous. She knew what Wang Wei was going to say, but she hadn't figured out how to respond yet.

As expected, Wang Wei first laid some groundwork, comforting her that it was normal for her grades to fluctuate and that she should not be too nervous and should adjust her mentality. Then he began to turn things around, saying after the "but" that time was running out and she could only adapt to the environment and the teacher by herself.

Shengxia just nodded gently without saying a word.

Wang Wei asked: "What do you think is the most difficult problem in learning? You can ask the teacher."

If I say no, it would be too perfunctory. It can be seen that although Wang Wei has been talking about the same old things without any new words, the concern in his eyes is genuine. Shengxia thought for a while and said, "For many questions, the solution is the same but the medicine is not. I still make mistakes. I don't know what to do..."

"Well," Wang Wei touched his chin, thought for a few seconds and asked, "Do you usually have a lot of wrong answers?"

"some."

"Show it to me later. There are methods to sort out wrong questions. It's not just copying them down," Wang Wei said. As if remembering something, he said, "Why don't you ask classmate Zhang Shu? His collection of wrong questions is very good. He sold the collection of wrong questions he made when he was a sophomore in high school to the North Gate Stationery Store, who copied it and sold it to his juniors. It's very popular..."

At this point, Wang Wei smiled and said, "This kid, really, I don't know how to evaluate him."

After expressing his feelings, he got back to the point, "Almost everyone in the second year of high school has a copy of his collection of wrong questions. With such good sales, it should be pretty good."

When Shengxia heard this, her face turned pale.

Wrong question book? He copied the wrong question book!

Isn’t it… that what?

Wang Wei saw her sympathetic expression and realized that Zhang Shu was not friendly enough to girls. Wang Wei said earnestly: "Don't be afraid. Helping each other is sometimes more effective than asking teachers. If you don't understand something, just ask him. If he doesn't tell you, tell me and I will criticize him!"

"Thank you, teacher."

"Well, go ahead and call Zhang Shu over to me."

Shengxia returned to her seat in a daze and whispered, "Zhang Shu..."

Why do you sound so resentful?

Zhang Shu frowned and raised his head.

"The teacher is calling you."

"Oh." Zhang Shu looked at her suspiciously and went out.

Everyone in the classroom was immune to this familiar order, but Shengxia's expression was really worth pondering, and the curious people couldn't help but speculate.

"I heard before that Zhang Shu was flirting with Sheng Xia, I wonder if it's true?"

"I see Wang Wei is worried, it really looks like that."

"How can you not be nervous, as a top scholar?"

"That summer was pretty bad, too. It was an unexpected disaster."

"It's still unclear who took the initiative. Hasn't Zhang Shu been pursuing Chen Mengyao?"

"Maybe he's tired of being chased. Isn't it better to have grass near the nest?"

"complex."

"interesting."

Is the book he is selling the one with wrong title?

How many hundreds of dollars can a book of wrong answers be worth?

This was beyond the understanding of Shengxia, a "poor student with too many stationery items".

If that was the case—she had completely misunderstood him.

So, what expression would he have when he saw the criminal law?

Speechless, shocked, angry, or just treat it as a prank?

She couldn't imagine.

Shengxia held his forehead in his hand and was in a daze.

"Xia Xia, what's wrong with you? What did Wang Wei say?" Xin Xiaohe asked when she saw that she looked unhappy.

Shengxia raised her head and came back to her senses. "No, nothing."

Seeing that Xin Xiaohe still looked suspicious, Sheng Xia added, "He asked me to ask Zhang Shu more."

"Oh~" Xin Xiaohe understood. "Don't be afraid. Zhang Shu is a bit arrogant, but he is not against people. He is not that scary. If you ask him questions, he will answer them."

Perhaps realizing that she was praising Zhang Shu, Xin Xiaohe stuck out her tongue and said, "It's okay!"

"Yeah." Shengxia nodded.

She was really mean-spirited and secretly framed her classmate with such a crime.

An unprecedented feeling of guilt filled Shengxia's heart.

Wang Wei and Zhang Shu chatted for a long time until the bell rang for the end of class, when Zhang Shu returned to the classroom. There was nothing unusual about his expression, he was still in a leisurely state, because he was thirsty from talking too much, and the first thing he did when he came back was to drink a lot of water.

Shengxia shifted her gaze from his throbbing Adam's apple and called him, "Zhang Shu."

Zhang Shu put down his cup of water and answered vaguely while swallowing: "Hmm?"

"I'm sorry," she said.

Zhang Shu: ...?

Classmates around: ? ? ! !