The evening classes in the affiliated high school are all self-study. The teachers take turns to teach the classes. The two tables outside the corridor are the seats for the teachers. Students can go out and ask questions without disturbing others in the class. The school also prohibits teachers from using the evening class time to teach.

However, Xin Xiaohe said that after each exam, some teachers would always secretly snatch the papers for evening self-study classes, and Wang Wei was one of them.

There are three evening classes in total. Day students can go home after the second class at 9:30, but they can choose not to go. Boarding students are not allowed to go home until 10:30.

There was not much homework at the beginning of the school year, and we were all let out after the second period tonight.

Xin Xiaohe and her roommates made an appointment to have a midnight snack at the North Gate, and several girls enthusiastically invited Shengxia.

The North Gate is a small gate facing Wenbo Garden, which is the neighborhood where she took a shortcut and caused a traffic accident last summer. She never went there again after that and always went around the South Gate.

"What we eat at Beimen is not midnight snack, but the culture of the affiliated high school. We want you to go and experience it!" said Xin Xiaohe.

But Wang Lianhua knew the time for evening study, and she would be scolded if she came back too late.

Besides, she was not very timid in midsummer. She had company on her way home from school. If she rode her bike alone later in the evening when everything was quiet, she would feel a little nervous.

Although one studies Marxism, one's mind is always filled with outdated things.

Shengxia politely declined Xin Xiaohe's offer and promised to report to her family before going together next time.

Shengxia just walked into the house, and right after that Wang Lianhua came home to pick up Wu Qiuxuan and Zheng Dongqing who had just finished class.

It was midsummer and my two younger sisters were attending summer interest classes, so they should have finished class earlier.

Four mothers and daughters were crowded at the door, changing their shoes.

Wu Qiuxuan thought they were too slow, so she walked into the house barefoot, went into her room with a sullen face, and slammed the door loudly.

Seeing this, Shengxia was used to it, but she still asked, "What's wrong with Xuan?"

Wang Lianhua snorted and said unhappily, "It's your dad who said he would pick her and Xiaoxiao up for dinner tomorrow, but now he broke the promise again."

This is also normal, and Shengxia doesn't say much.

Zheng Dongqing was obviously unhappy too, but children are easy to coax. On the way, Wang Lianhua bought her a new set of paintbrushes, so she shifted her attention. As soon as she entered the house, she spread out her sketchbook on the coffee table and started trying out colors.

Because of this, Wang Lianhua was in a bad mood and did not ask Shengxia about her feelings on the first day. Shengxia's prepared speech of reporting good news but not sorrow had no place to be put into practice.

The family washed up quietly and went back to their rooms.

Shengxia leaned against the head of the bed and took out her cell phone from the drawer to charge it.

The cell phone is the latest model of Apple, which Sheng Mingfeng asked Brother Li to bring to him. He said that he is in his third year of high school and it is a critical period. If he has any requests or things that are difficult to tell his mother, he can contact him and tell him not to work too hard. All roads lead to Rome. A key university is not the only way out. Everyone has his or her talents, so there is no need to make things difficult for yourself.

Wang Lianhua is not aware of the existence of this mobile phone yet.

Shengxia is not very interested in electronic products. She has a student phone with a single function. She usually uses it for nothing other than calling Wang Lianhua. She will not turn it off for more than half a month without charging it.

The only electronic product she uses most is the Kindle that Wang Lianhua bought for her.

This phone is a bit too much for her.

Brother Li got her a new number and also applied for WeChat. There were only two people in WeChat, Brother Li and Sheng Mingfeng. She knew what this meant.

After turning on the phone, she hesitated for a long time on the WeChat page, and finally edited a message and sent it out.

"Dad, my sisters miss you so much."

About half an hour passed and there was no movement from the phone. Shengxia sighed heavily, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

She couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning several times, Shengxia gave up struggling and got up to memorize words.

She had already reviewed the words in Unit 1. She had memorized them all night long during evening study and didn't think they mattered. But when she looked at them again now, it seemed as if everything was related to what she was thinking about at the moment.

Administration

capture;

Fascinate makes the soul fascinated;

centre on regard someone (something) as the center or focus;

Send in Send somewhere for processing...

Sheng Mingfeng was a good official, but definitely not a good husband.

So is he a good father?

There is no way to tell in midsummer.

As expected, Shengxia woke up late the next day and rushed to school without even having breakfast. As time was tight, she chose to take a shortcut through Wenboyuan. At the bottom of a high-rise building, she saw a familiar mountain bike driving out of a unit building.

The boy was wearing a school uniform today. He had long legs, and the cumbersome uniform looked much more appropriate on him. The blue and white color exuded youthfulness under the morning sun.

He was driving very fast, and the wind blew his school uniform into a bulge. When the car turned a corner, the wind direction changed, and the wind blew down again, sticking to his thin back.

The mountain bike and the electric donkey entered the north gate one after another and drove into the carport one after another.

The carport was still crowded, and they parked their cars far apart.

Then the boy and the girl entered the back door of Class 6 one after another.

Zhang Shu was seated when he noticed someone coming in from behind him. When she passed by, she brought up a gust of wind with a sweet fragrance that followed him all the way.

His eyes fell on her empty sportswear. The top fit her well, and the pants were wide enough to hold another her.

What Hou Junqi said was true. She was so thin and walked without making any sound. She must be a female ghost.

The morning reading bell rang a few seconds after Shengxia took her seat. She patted her chest, feeling so nervous that she almost was late on the first day.

Xin Xiaohe was concentrating on preparing for physics class, which made Shengxia feel a little ashamed. Others had such good grades and were so diligent and serious, but she was such a stupid bird and didn't even know to take the lead.

"Good morning, Xia Xia!" Xin Xiaohe greeted her, "You are more accurate than Zhang Shu in this aspect."

"I didn't sleep well last night and got up late."

"Haha, are you too excited about transferring to this school?"

"Maybe," Shengxia said, "What time did you come?"

Xin Xiaohe said: "Half past six."

Shengxia's shame spread further. Although boarding students usually arrive earlier than day students, she also lived on campus when she was in No. 2 Middle School. When she arrived in the classroom at 7:30, there were only a few people there.

"It's so early." She sighed.

Xin Xiaohe said: "It's usually like this when you live on campus. We have people coming to the dormitory at five o'clock."

On the morning of the first day of school, a sense of oppression hit her, and Shengxia felt like a mortal who had fallen into the Godzilla universe.

Today's morning reading is Chinese. Before the morning reading begins, the Chinese teacher Fu Jie will select new class representatives.

Several people volunteered and raised their hands, which surprised Shengxia. In No. 2 Middle School, class representatives were like hard labor, and few people were willing to do it. Every time, the teacher had to "appoint" them.

"Is there anyone else running for the election?" Fu Jie suddenly looked towards the back row and asked, "Xin classmate, do you want to participate in the election?"

Now everyone looked towards the back row.

Fu Jie introduced: "Shengxia ranked fourth in the city in the Chinese test last semester and got full marks for her composition. Everyone should learn from her."

Hou Junqi in the front row turned around suddenly again, and the table shook.

His eyes lit up and he urged, "Xiao Shengxia, you are so amazing. Go run for election! Your friends will vote for you!"

Shengxia was sorting her stationery when her name was called. She paused and noticed that almost all the classmates were looking at her. She couldn't help but get a little pink around her ears.

Her skin was white, so white that it made the red spot on her face even more obvious.

She shook her head: "No."

With such volume, if it weren't for the lip movements, Fu Jieya standing on the podium wouldn't be able to hear anything.

Fu Jie raised her eyebrows, looking somewhat regretful, and then nodded, "Okay, then all the students who are running for the election please come up and say a few words."

She was actually just replying to Hou Junqi, and since the teacher heard it, she didn't say it again.

Hou Junqi sighed with regret, "Ah... I thought I could hand in fewer weekly diaries."

Shengxia lowered her head, revealing her little red ears.

Now, almost everyone in the class noticed: this new student is really shameless.

And he was surrounded by the three most difficult people.

Xin Xiaohe, Hou Junqi, and Zhang Shu.