Monday, cloudy.
The sports meet came to an end on Friday, but the students of No. 1 Middle School had not yet come out of the joyful atmosphere and immediately started to review for the midterm exam.
The midterm exam is not as casual as the in-class tests and monthly exams. It determines whether you can enter the key class when you are divided into liberal arts and science in the second year of high school.
The last day left for them to review is only Sunday.
Although they started reviewing early before the sports meet.
But cramming at the last minute seems to be a tacit understanding among most students.
So on Monday morning, most students came to school with big dark circles under their eyes.
I took advantage of the time before the first Chinese language exam to memorize the required text in the corridor.
Even though I have memorized it by heart, I still have the illusion that I will forget it when I get to the exam room.
Cong Nian leaned on the railing in front of the examination room, looking at the clear raindrops on the trees, and heard the low recitation of other students in his ears.
She, Yu Xinghe and He Sui were not in the same examination room.
She was on the second floor, and both of them were on the first floor.
Facing the midterm exam, she was naturally a little nervous.
But yesterday He Sui asked her to recite a few texts, gave her a few math questions of the same type that might be tested, and reviewed all her physics and chemistry formulas.
Now I can go for the exam with full confidence.
But she was a little worried about He He's condition.
She knew that first place was a common occurrence for Xinghe and was also what her parents expected of her.
Although He He never told her anything about her family, she could feel it from the details of their daily interactions.
They didn't seem to care how hard she studied, they only cared about the results she could achieve.
There is no limit.
The students at No. 1 Middle School all say that she is a top student and a female version of Fang Xun.
If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.
Maybe only she knows.
He He is under study pressure that is unimaginable for her age.
She is smart, hardworking and self-disciplined to an alarming degree.
She devoted all her energy and efforts to studying.
At school, during breaks, other students are chatting, relaxing, or catching up on sleep.
Apart from going to the toilet and pouring hot water, the most she did was to do a few more questions.
Every morning when I was waiting for school at the intersection, I would race against time to memorize a few more English words.
She perfectly embodies what it means to squeeze out time.
Reviewing almost drained her body.
This time her cold came on very violently, like her body's protest against her high-intensity study, and it lasted for several days without going away.
When reviewing yesterday, she asked He He a few study questions and found out that she had a fever.
Maybe it was due to the side effects of the medicine he was taking, he felt weak and pale.
There was a fever-reducing patch on his head, a thermometer in his armpit, and a pen in his hand, doing math problems on a piece of scratch paper.
It wasn't until this morning that the fever subsided.
Cong Nian was shocked when he saw her at the intersection this morning.
She had never seen Yu Xinghe so weak.
There is only a body left, but the soul has been taken away.
Unfortunately, today is the first day of the midterm exam, and she can't say "please take a leave and go home to have a good rest."
This will hit He He's self-esteem.
She is an extremely strong-willed girl.
So there was nothing she could do except to get her more hot water and visit her examination room more often to check on her condition.
Oh, by the way, she can also pray that He He can maintain her first place this time.
It rained heavily yesterday and the air was very humid.
In autumn, after several heavy rains, the temperature dropped rapidly.
The door of her examination room faced the "sacred tree" in front of the teaching building.
The golden leaves were covered with water droplets, and each one was bent down.
According to seniors, if you worship the sacred tree before the exam, the wishes you make will come true.
When she first came, she didn't believe it, she just thought it was a big and lush ginkgo tree.
Now, she hoped it would actually work.
Cong Nian clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.
I repeated it silently in my mind over and over again.
I hope He He gets better soon.
I hope He He can get first place.
After repeating this silently several times, she opened her eyes.
Her watery eyes are very beautiful, her gaze is gentle, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised even when she is not smiling.
With her arms resting on the railing, she supported her head and looked at the scenery below.
The second floor has a great view, and you can see the small pond connected to the teachers' office building.
The lotus flowers and lotus leaves in the pond have long been asleep in the summer, leaving behind withered branches and dead leaves, which looks very bleak.
The carp raised by the principal are very active.
It's a little bigger than before, and because it just rained, it stuck its head out of the water to get some air.
At this time of day, there would be many students feeding them bread crumbs by the bridge.
Today it is unusually empty.
She paused for a moment, then decisively turned around and ran towards the stairs.
Her right eyelid kept twitching, as if something bad was about to happen.
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