I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't come up with a solution. The week after the exams is the student election and the opening ceremony, and the student council election will probably be after the opening ceremony.
There's no rush, there's still time. This path goes against my own ideas, and I always feel resentful. I have no ambition, no grand ideals or aspirations, so how did I get to where I am now?
Zhang Hongmei angrily punched the bed. Honestly, all she wanted was to live a life of idleness and wait to die.
It was almost 2 a.m., so I got up and hung up the curtains and door curtains, and laid out the sheets. I also put the curtains in the other rooms away until the furniture arrived.
Although I regretted bringing it back a bit because it was really ugly, it actually looks pretty good when hung up.
With the curtains and door drapes drawn, the light inside is about the brightness of five or six in the afternoon, which is just right.
The only thing I wasn't satisfied with was that the curtains were hung with ropes. After thinking for a moment, I took out a hammer and nails from my storage space, since the curtains needed to open in two directions. So I nailed nails to the places where the curtain ropes were, and from then on, I would pull the curtains to both sides every day and tie strips of fabric to both sides of the window, just like a bed canopy.
Now that it's all set up, it looks pretty good.
The bed sheets are a dark color, but they match the curtains and door curtains, so it's okay, but it doesn't have a girlish feel.
Thinking that Liu Jingze wouldn't be living here anymore, she planned to discuss it with him when she saw him again, and then clean up that room to use as a study. She also asked Wang Xiaoshun to come over next week and have him notify a carpenter to make a large desk and bookshelves.
After that, she calmed down and started reading. Since she had entered university with the top score, she had to work hard. The students' attitudes towards learning made Zhang Hongmei feel a sense of crisis. There were many talented people here, and she couldn't just rely on her knowledge from her previous life and become complacent.
You have to work hard to make the most of the time and effort you've put in.
It was past five o'clock when Zhang Hongmei put down her book and turned on the light. It seemed that Liu Jingze wouldn't be coming back for dinner. She went into the kitchen and saw that there was still a lot of leftovers, so she decided to make stewed rice. Actually, it was just leftovers heated up and topped with rice.
After finishing my meal, I thought about it and decided not to eat in the cafeteria tomorrow. There's enough leftover food for me to eat for two days, so I'll bring my own lunch.
Fried rice with eggs will be too fishy when it gets cold, and I don't know if I can reheat it at the cafeteria, so I'll pass. I'll just eat at the cafeteria; at least it'll be hot.
Zhang Hongmei couldn't help but burst into laughter at her own fickleness.
That smile eliminated at least half of the negative emotions.
Let's just take it one step at a time and see how things go.
He went into the space to take a shower, read for a while, and then came out. Liu Jingze didn't return until 10 p.m.
Zhang Hongmei opened the door. Although she couldn't see Liu Jingze's face, she could sense his low mood. She cautiously asked, "Brother Jingze, there's hot water in the thermos. Have you eaten yet?"
"Hongmei, I haven't eaten yet."
"There's still rice, how about fried rice with egg?"
"No need. You don't like leftovers anyway. Just heat up my food and I'll eat the cold rice."
"How about you heat up the rice and vegetables together like me?"
"Okay. I'll go wash up first, thank you."
After Zhang Hongmei finished cooking, she went back inside after waiting for Liu Jingze to come out.
On Sunday, the second day, Zhang Hongmei wanted to stay in bed, but her biological clock was set, and she felt uncomfortable lying in the cold bed after waking up, so she finally got up.
Breakfast was leftovers, but now they can finally finish it. If others knew they had leftovers, they'd probably get scolded.
After getting up and washing up, Liu Jingze came to the dining room to eat, looking somewhat listless.
Zhang Hongmei made dumplings for lunch, with cooked meat and cabbage.
That evening, they had noodles with soybean paste. Liu Jingze wasn't very happy all day, although he didn't show it. But Zhang Hongmei was very sensitive to people's emotional fluctuations.
I have no intention of being a dumping ground or a confidante, so I'll just pretend I don't know.
The next morning, the two ate breakfast outside and then went straight to school.
Today was exam day, and Zhang Hongmei felt a bit nervous.
Zhang Hongmei looked at the exam subjects and times written on the blackboard in the classroom. This was the list of subjects and their order for the college entrance examination.
Lu Yue entered the classroom and said to Zhang Hongmei, "Now I feel relieved. I thought it was going to be a test on new textbook content. I was so scared. Let me tell you, all eight of us in the dorm studied until lights out, and some of us even studied with flashlights."
"You're working so hard! Just relax and don't be nervous."
Zhang Hongmei was oversimplifying things. Why would the school waste time on such a pointless exercise? The first subject was Chinese, but it was much harder than the college entrance exam. Zhang Hongmei noticed that it included university-level content. She had reviewed it yesterday, so she remembered it very clearly.
The exam lasted two hours, so there were eight A4-sized exam papers. I wiped them with my hand and they turned black, so I had to take out my arm sleeves from my bag and put them on.
Wei Huaqiang, who was sitting at the same table, glanced at Zhang Hongmei in surprise before continuing to answer the questions.
The essay is very interesting; it should be a lyrical prose piece.
Zhang Hongmei took out a piece of draft paper, thought for a moment, and wrote "love for the motherland," a topic that was likely to win the teacher's favor.
Zhang Hongmei finished the test paper in half an hour and carefully checked it from beginning to end.
The second subject was history. It also covered about a third of university-level material. Is this the school trying to intimidate the students? I haven't heard Liu Jingze mention exams before.
However, Zhang Hongmei used to often carry the book "Modern History," so getting 80 points shouldn't be a problem.
The classroom was quiet except for the soft rustling of writing.
After answering, I checked my answers. I wrote down the ones I knew, and for the ones I was unsure about, I wrote down positive and encouraging ones. For the ones I didn't know, I just guessed.
I looked up at the other students. Although I couldn't see their expressions, I could see that many of them were scratching their heads, probably because they were worried.
Zhang Hongmei estimated that she would be lucky to get 80 points in history. She checked again and found that to be true, but since it was an exam, she carefully checked her work again.
The cafeteria was filled with sighs and groans at lunchtime; this exam will probably make many proud students feel more grounded.
Liu Jingze still queued up for food, leaving Zhang Hongmei to reserve a spot.
Liu Jingze hadn't returned yet when the beautiful Zheng Wenhui arrived.
"Zhang, I've come to have lunch with you."
"Welcome, please have a seat. Please sit down first, I'll go see if I can find a stool."
"I'll go instead. I've put the lunchbox on the table."
"No need, Zheng, please sit down. I'll go." Honestly, how could I possibly watch someone else's lunchbox?
Just then, Liu Jingzhang came over with the food. "Zhang Hongmei, where are you going?"
"Hehe, Zheng, come and share a table with us. I'll go see if we have any more chairs?"
"Hey, just you wait, how can a girl possibly get a bench?"
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