After school in the afternoon, Shengxia had some time after dinner, so she went to a nearby stationery store.

She likes to buy all kinds of stationery. She likes 0.38 pens, and she wants all the refills in red, blue, black and Morandi colors. The cases must look good, and she cannot mix notebooks for each subject. She also wants sticky notes in different colors for each subject. If there is a collaboration she likes, she will buy it even if she has to save money.

Perhaps it was because she was born to be a big fan of stationery, the boss was very considerate and got her a basket, which she filled up in no time.

It’s the beginning of a new school year, and I need to buy new wrapping paper for book covers. I need a series of products, and each one must have its own unique features.

Shengxia squatted beside the packaging paper barrel and selected carefully.

"Hey, Zhang Shu, you have something good to sell me again?"

The boss's voice came from the door, calling a name she was familiar with.

Shengxia turned his head subconsciously. The gap between the stationery shelves was facing the door. The small view made the boy's figure look even more slender.

Zhang Shu walked towards them with his back to the light, holding his bag in one hand. The hot evening wind blew his hair into a flutter, and the sunset glow danced on his hair.

He had his nondescript school bag slung over one shoulder. He took out a notebook and handed it to his boss.

She couldn't see what the book was because of her blind spot. She only heard him chuckle, "It's chemistry or physics. Can you take a look?"

"Well, how can your Zhang Shu's book be bad? Mathematics is selling very well anyway, so let's keep the original price and see how much it sells. If the first batch of copies are sold out, I'll give you a higher price."

"become."

Several hundred-dollar bills appeared in my field of vision. I couldn't tell the exact amount, but it was probably a few hundred.

The boy took the paper money and flicked it with his fingernails, the new bills making a crisp sound. He lowered his head and smiled slightly, as if in self-mockery. His expression was not as casual as usual.

Because of this angle of view when he lowered his head, he seemed to sense something and suddenly looked in the direction of Shengxia.

Shengxia didn't know whether she was too sensitive to danger or had experience, but she turned her head away before their eyes met.

Because of the stationery shelves blocking his view, he probably...didn't see her.

What kind of evil fate is it that she always runs into him?

Although Shengxia had never been close to boys, she knew some of the "jargon" among boys.

When I was in No. 2 Middle School, the school atmosphere was not so strict. Some boys had ruffian personalities and behaved in a more social way. They often spoke rudely in the classroom and did not avoid girls when talking about pornographic waste.

The folders on their computers called "Chemistry Homework," "Physics Exercises," "Math Tests," and "Review Guides" were never real study materials.

She really couldn't think of any study materials that cost hundreds of dollars.

Unless, what they were trading was the things in his schoolbag that day.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Shengxia felt a chill down her spine - were they copying that kind of stuff and selling it?

This is against the law. More than that, it is a crime.

The panic in her heart caused sweat to break out on her forehead and behind her ears.

And she hadn't heard his footsteps leaving yet.

The boss's voice entered my ears again, "Why, do you want to buy a pen? Pick one, I'll give it to you."

Pen...

Behind the midsummer is the fountain pen shelf...

She was aware that her hands were shaking.

A few seconds passed, and the boy's smiling voice came: "I won't take advantage of you, I'm leaving."

Boss: "Still being polite to me!"

"Let's go." His tone was somewhat brisk.

When Shengxia heard Zhang Shu's footsteps going away, she realized that her feet were numb. She lost interest in choosing and just picked up a few volumes that were acceptable and went to pay the bill.

The boss is hiding the book under the cash register...

Then he smiled and paid her the bill as if nothing had happened.

When she arrived at the classroom, she found Zhang Shu was already there. A boy was asking him questions. He was doing calculations on a piece of scratch paper with a pen, and then explaining them to the boy.

The boy saw Shengxia standing at the back door and felt that he was blocking the way, so he politely gave way. It was at this time that Zhang Shu looked up at her.

It was the kind of look he gave when he was interrupted by a passerby, and then he continued talking.

The voice is as lazy as before, the posture is as idle as before.

Nothing happened, just like everyone else.

She was the only one in trouble.

Shengxia's mind was full of thoughts like "He saw me", "He didn't see me", "Will he hate me for this", "Will he find a deserted place to teach me a lesson", as if she was the one who had done something wrong.

The boy who asked the question left and the aisle became empty. Shengxia suddenly felt like a thorn was stabbing her sideways, as if he was glancing at her intentionally or unintentionally.

But she wasn't sure, and she didn't dare turn her head to confirm, so she had to divert her attention by doing handicrafts.

She cut the wrapping paper according to the size of the textbooks, replaced the covers for each book, folded and pinched the edges carefully, drew a book frame on the edge, made a three-dimensional book label on the side, wrote the subject, stacked them neatly by color, and placed a newly purchased desktop mini calendar and crystal pen holder aside.

When everything was done, she cleaned up the waste paper and left only books and stationery of the same style on the clean desk, which made her feel happy.

"Wow, Xia Xia, your schoolbag is so nice!" Xin Xiaohe exclaimed as soon as she entered the classroom.

Shengxia felt a sense of accomplishment: "Really?"

Xin Xiaohe praised it generously: "It's so beautiful. I'm extremely jealous. Is this the fairy's desk?"

Shengxia was very happy, "Do you want to wrap it? I can help you do it?"

Xin Xiaohe was flattered and surprised: "Really?"

"Yeah." Shengxia nodded.

Xin Xiaohe's eyes sparkled: "I'm so happy."

At this time, Yang Linyu and Hou Junqi entered the classroom one after the other. Yang Linyu was still stirring up trouble: "Such a refined thing is not suitable for you, Xin Xiaohe."

Hou Junqi also laughed and picked up a Chinese textbook with a floral cover and gilded edges that instantly turned into a vintage oil painting. "Indeed, it's not suitable for you, Lao Xin, because it's a woman's style."

"You live by the sea, so why do you care? I like it, I want it." Xin Xiaohe didn't care at all, and cast her eyes on the exquisite water-based pens in the pen holder, "Xia Xia, rich woman, Elsa, Pocahontas, Alice, Barbara! This configuration is too luxurious, isn't it?"

Yang Linyu: "What is a long string of what?"

No one paid any attention to him.

Shengxia felt a little embarrassed.

I originally wanted to pick them out first and then make a choice when checking out. But later I was so scared that I didn't even think about choosing and just checked out. I spent more than three hundred yuan on a basket of stationery.

She also feels pain.

"The early bird catches the worm," Shengxia changed the subject, "There must be a lot of homework. I need some motivation."

Xin Xiaohe said: "Just because of such a good pen, you will definitely not be the last one next time!"

Shengxia: “…” Actually, it doesn’t have to be mentioned.

Yang Linyu: “Puff!”

Hou Junqi: "Hahahahahahahaha you are a fucking social genius."

Xin Xiaohe then realized that what she said was not right, and hurriedly said, "Xia Xia is a methodical person. If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools!"

A snort of laughter came from the right, very light, but Shengxia could hear it clearly.

Then, the man who always looked like he had nothing to do with the matter stretched his back on the chair and suddenly interrupted: "Isn't it just that poor students have more stationery?"

Xin Xiaohe: “…”

Yang Linyu: “…”

Hou Junqi: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Zhang Shu you are a fucking social awesomer!"

midsummer:"……"

This seemed to be the first time Zhang Shu spoke to her.

Although he didn't say it to her and just joined in the conversation, alarm bells rang in Shengxia's heart: he must have seen her.

He has already begun to take revenge on her.

The evening bell rang in the midst of the chaos of midsummer. She soon stopped worrying about Zhang Shu because there were more things to worry about.

I don't know when, the blackboard was filled with densely packed homework.

Shengxia finally understood why the class representative was so eager to get the job. It could be said that half of the homework load for each subject that night depended on the class representative.

The teacher will tell the class representative the homework requirements for the evening, and the class representative can increase or decrease the amount of homework for this subject appropriately based on the amount of homework for other subjects that evening. This is a prestigious job.

Xin Xiaohe said: "It's just the beginning of the school year, so there aren't that many. After a while, when each subject is on track, the space on the blackboard will have to be grabbed by the class representatives of each subject, otherwise there won't be enough space."

Shengxia was stunned. Isn't this too much?

Mathematics: August 5

1. "Complete Interpretation of Textbooks" p1-3;

2. "Practice Exercise" All for today!!

3. Correction of the final examination paper of the previous semester, and collection of wrong questions [yes];

4. "Speed ​​Training Method" p1-2;

5. "Master No. 1" p1-5;

6.Preview: Textbook p10-22, example questions.

She would probably have to spend the whole night just writing this math.

There are also Chinese, physics...

Even English and Chemistry, which don't have classes during the day, come to join in the fun.

Shengxia: "How can I finish writing this?"

Unexpectedly, the reason she used to avoid her impulsive shopping came true in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Shu lowered his head to do the questions, and said without raising his head: "Finish it with Barbara the Fairy's crystal pen."

midsummer:?

Why does he keep interrupting today?

He must have seen her.

Xin Xiaohe pushed away Sheng Xia and angrily retorted: "Fuck the little fairy, she's a Disney princess, right?"

Zhang Shu raised his head and raised his glasses, saying nonchalantly, "Well, if you think there is a difference."

The big guys confronted each other, and Shengxia chose silence.

Xin Xiaohe patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry. Almost no one can finish their homework. Just calm down and don't be anxious."

Shengxia was feeling hopeless: "Almost?"

"Yeah," Xin Xiaohe raised her chin, looking unconvinced but having to admit it, and pointed to the right, "That guy can finish it."

He was already doing the homework during class, listening carefully when the teacher talked about the key points, and doing the exercises on his own when the pace was slow. Not everyone can do two things at the same time.

You can’t learn it no matter how hard you try.

Shengxia asked: "Won't the teacher check it?"

Xin Xiaohe shrugged, "I don't have the energy to do the exams. We don't do homework for the teacher. Just do more homework on the subject you didn't learn well today. They only assign homework to provide a way of thinking to consolidate practice. You have to judge for yourself what you need to improve on.

It's a late-night course, and the reason why you're not allowed to attend classes is so that you can absorb the thoughts by yourself."

This was completely different from Shengxia's understanding. She thought that the teachers in the affiliated high school would be very strict and would follow her closely, but it turned out to be a semi-self-study mode.

If this is the learning model from the first year of high school, it will be a process of self-understanding and self-improvement for students.

The catch is the catch, not the fish.

Once this kind of independent learning ability is developed, the impact will undoubtedly be lifelong, especially after entering college, when a huge gap will be created between you and your peers.

And right now, Shengxia is that “peer”.

After more than a decade of "one slap and one step forward" education, she was suddenly faced with the switch to independent learning, and she was left at a loss.

She stared at the blackboard full of homework for a long time, not knowing where to start and unable to tell which homework was important and which was secondary. In order not to discourage her enthusiasm for learning, she started with Chinese and English, which she was good at. However, the class was over after reviewing classical Chinese, copying some writing materials, and memorizing some words. In the second class, she could basically only finish half of the math exercises.

Finally, she went home with the remaining homework and finished it late into the night.

Wang Lianhua made her a cup of hot milk without saying much. At 11:30, when she saw that the light was still on at the desk, she reminded Shengxia that it was time to go to bed.

Before going to bed, she glanced at her phone. The WeChat chat box was as quiet as before. Secretary Sheng did not reply to the message, but he called her, but she naturally did not answer.

I was about to put down my phone and turn off the lights, but suddenly I remembered something and opened my phone browser again, searching: Is it a crime to copy and sell books?

In the following week, Shengxia adapted to the new school and constantly updated her understanding of the affiliated high school.

The overall management of the school is very "loose". There is no curfew during non-teaching hours, and boarding students can come and go freely. They can bring mobile phones and even computers on weekdays. Student clubs are allowed to develop and receive financial support. The school also holds a "May Fourth Festival" performance to give major clubs a chance to showcase themselves. The drama club, animation club, and literature club are all well-known, but they are required to quit in their senior year. Xin Xiaohe just quit the animation club, and I also heard that Zhang Shu had been in the music club.

The most amazing thing is that there is no strict closed-book or proctored exams for monthly and high school entrance exams. Only two rows of seats are moved to the corridor, and the remaining seats are spaced apart. Books are not cleared away. You can cheat as much as you want. But everyone knows that exams are used to find problems, and cheating will be despised, so basically no one will bother to deceive themselves.

Anyway, it will show up in the final exam.

Take Hou Junqi for example. In order to get a reward of 1,000 yuan from his father, he copied Zhang Shu's notes and checked other people's cell phones. He ranked 15th in the class, but no one acknowledged his result except himself. People who ranked after 15th would automatically say the number higher than theirs when talking about their own results.

Hou Junqi himself said that he was like a living dead at that time and had no energy.

Who doesn't know how much each one weighs?

Every night, Shengxia would carry the unfinished homework back home, and he would not finish it even if he was exhausted.

In Wang Lianhua's eyes, this meant that she had finally gotten the hang of it. The Affiliated High School was indeed a great school, and it quickly made her feel very motivated.

What should she say?

She doesn't want to be a poor student with too much stationery.