Kong Minghuan really believed her lies, but seeing Meng Changjin's serious look, she still chose to believe it.
"I didn't expect that classmate Zhuang Qi, who has good grades, also likes to ask others to study with him." Kong Minghuan's gossipy expression remained the same.
She just likes gossip, and she is not picky about what kind of gossip it is.
"Yes, I studied." Meng Changjin nodded and took out all the books from the desk.
"Wow, no way, Yu Xiaotang, you actually study during break, are classmate Zhuang Qi's words so effective?" Kong Minghuan's face was full of shock.
Except for Zhuang Qi, who studies hard every day, all the other students in this class secretly play with their mobile phones and read novels during class. After class, they either go to the bathroom with their familiar classmates or chat with each other. Who would touch books during class breaks? "I don't want to, but think about my parents' status. I can't get into high school, and I'm afraid I'll be torn." Meng Changjin glanced at Kong Minghuan in a light tone and gave her an "understand?" expression.
Kong Minghuan understood.
Understood immediately.
For junior high school students, a teacher is like a mountain, which can intimidate people just by standing there.
It was at this time that Kong Minghuan suddenly remembered that Yu Xiaotang's parents were teachers in the school.
"Hiss!" Kong Minghuan took a breath and a look of pity appeared on his face when he looked at Meng Changjin.
"Come on!" Kong Minghuan verbally encouraged Meng Changjin, then decisively turned around and went to chat about gossip with his classmates on the other side.
Kong Minghuan went to gossip with others, and Meng Changjin had the opportunity to check on the client's learning progress.
The client's long-cherished wish is to study hard and make progress every day, but it's impossible for him to not even be able to get into high school, right?
As he flipped through the books one by one, corresponding to the client's memories, Meng Changjin's expression gradually became stiff.
What kind of progress is this? It doesn't exist at all.
The worst of the worst students is indeed worthy of his reputation. Meng Changjin cried...
She was pretending.
It is now the second week of the second half of the third year of junior high school. There are only five months left until the high school entrance examination, but the client does not have any knowledge in his memory. He has to learn three years of knowledge in half a year. The time is tight and the task is heavy. Meng Changjin can't wait to plunge into study.
But she also knew that burying herself in books would not work, and she had to make a study plan first.
The client's parents are both middle school teachers, one teaches mathematics and the other teaches physics. If Meng Changjin has any questions about these two subjects, he can ask them directly.
In addition, Meng Changjin is also good at subjects such as Chinese, geography, and history that require rote memorization.
The minimum score for direct admission to the high school of this school is a total score of 400. Meng Changjin plans to get all the scores he can get by memorizing. If you calculate it this way, it should not be a problem for him to be admitted to the high school of this school.
Meng Changjin sighed inwardly, took out his Chinese textbook and started reading.
Meng Changjin's spiritual awareness is much stronger than that of ordinary people. The advantage of having a strong spiritual awareness is that it doesn't take too much effort to memorize things, and he can almost remember everything he sees.
If grades were not taken into consideration, Meng Changjin's goal would be to be the top scorer in the high school entrance exam. But if grades were taken into consideration, Meng Changjin's goal would become to be admitted to the high school of the same school.
The fifteen-minute break passed quickly. The bell rang outside and students walked into the classroom one after another, filling the empty seats.
The bell rang for a full minute, and one minute after it stopped, the teacher, holding the lesson plan, walked into the classroom leisurely.
The class monitor stood up and shouted, "Stand up!". The students in the classroom stood up one after another and shouted "Hello, teacher" in unison.
The teacher put down the lesson plan, supported the two sides of the desk with his hands, scanned the students in the classroom, and said calmly: "Hello, students, please take a seat."
The whole class sat down again.
Meng Changjin started searching the client's memory as soon as the teacher walked into the classroom, and quickly dug out the teacher's information.
It’s Mr. Liu who teaches Chinese.
Meng Changjin stuffed the other books into the desk and left only the Chinese book.
When putting the books down, Meng Changjin also glanced at his deskmate, who was a boy. In the client's memory, the man seemed to be called Wen Haorui. At this time, the other party was lying on the desk, using his hands as pillows. Only the top of his black hair could be seen. Class time was his sleeping time.
Meng Changjin looked away and opened the Chinese textbook on the desk as the teacher asked.
It’s only been a week since the start of the school year and we’ve only taught the third article in the course.
The teacher at the podium started teaching on his own. He was serious and responsible. After each section, he would ask the students if there was anything they didn't understand.
Unfortunately, this is a poor class. It is a rare sight for students in the class not to talk loudly, let alone actively attract the teacher's attention.
Meng Changjin listened to the class quite seriously and sat upright. After the class, he understood everything the teacher said.
As soon as the bell rang, Teacher Liu on the podium finished his lecture in a few words and announced the end of get out of class without any delay.
Before the students could finish shouting goodbye to the teacher in unison, Teacher Liu's heels had already quickly passed through the classroom door.
As soon as Meng Changjin sat down on the chair, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that his deskmate's head had been lifted up from the table, with a large red mark on his forehead.
Meng Changjin withdrew his attention from looking at his deskmate, raised his hand to close the open book, and closed his eyes.
She silently recited the contents of the book and what the teacher had said in her mind. Only after she was sure she had memorized it completely did Meng Changjin open her eyes.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of narrow and long almond-shaped eyes.
Meng Changjin: ???
A question mark slowly appeared on Meng Changjin's head, and he subconsciously moved his head back, distanced himself from the owner of the pair of eyes in front of him.
Only then did she realize that the person in front of her was her deskmate Wen Haorui.
"What are you doing? Do you want to scare someone to death?" Meng Changjin patted his flat chest and let out a long sigh.
She was concentrating on memorizing the contents of the textbook and had deliberately restrained her spiritual awareness, which allowed Wen Haorui to get so close to her silently.
"I thought you were asleep." Wen Haorui was startled when he saw Meng Changjin suddenly open his eyes. After saying this lightly, Wen Haorui sat back in his seat.
Meng Changjin looked at the other person speechlessly. The red mark on his forehead was still obvious and it would not disappear in a short time.
He ignored Wen Haorui, lowered his head, flipped through the desk, and found a class schedule.
The timetable itself is a relatively thick piece of white paper with a table neatly drawn on it, with the morning and evening self-study classes for five days a week and the seven classes in the morning and afternoon every day written one by one on the drawn table.
He is not active in class, but he takes the timetable seriously.
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