Chapter 27
When he was halfway through writing the test paper, Ji Rang received a reply from the top student in his grade: "Student Ji, I just got out of school. Where are you? I'll take you to buy tutoring books now."
Ji Rang replied: No need, I have already bought it.
He took a picture of the question he was working on and sent it over: What the hell does this question mean?
Wu Rui's message came back five minutes later: You can think about this question from two aspects. The first aspect is the meaning of this line itself. Please blow my dead thoughts to the world, let it promote new life like dead leaves. The poet expressed his wish to nurture new life in the poem, which shows that the current world is withered and hopeless. The second aspect is the signal of the 19th century in the title. If you think about what the Western world was like in the 19th century, the answer to this question will come out.
Ji Rang felt dizzy after reading this long paragraph. At the end, he didn't even tell him the answer, leaving him to think for himself!
Ji Rang gritted his teeth and could only read the text sent by Wu Rui again. Combining several options, he asked hesitantly: Choose C?
Wu Rui: Yes, analyze the questions in this way in the future, and you will find that the answer to every question is obvious.
Ji Rang didn't have the courage to tell him that he had chosen C by guessing.
After all, a guy who has only taken one history class has no idea what the hell the Western world was like in the 19th century.
However, Wu Rui's analysis gave him some inspiration, and he knew how to figure it out when he did the questions again.
In this way, the accuracy rate of guessing has increased a little.
The boss who was racking his brains had just finished the multiple-choice questions, but Qi Ying had already finished the entire paper. She looked at the boy who was still thinking hard across from her, picked up the Black Forest cake she had not finished eating, and ate it while waiting for him.
The young man's frowning and thoughtful look was exactly the same as when the general sat in his study marking military papers.
Those dandies from aristocratic families who were thrown into the training camp always made him angry. He often sighed, how could he dare to hand over this fertile land to those unlearned people.
She didn't understand at that time, she blinked and said, "The general is here."
With the general here, we will be able to protect this vast land.
He patted her head as if he was joking: "Little fool, I'm not a god."
He is not a god and he will die one day.
But no one expected that day to come so soon and so suddenly.
That was her fifth year in the general's mansion. The personal nanny who took care of her got a letter from the housekeeper and ran to tell her happily that the general had won another victory and would return to the court soon.
The general left Beijing in the last month of last year and has not returned for a whole year.
She was so happy that she cleaned the general's mansion with everyone in the mansion. It was almost the end of the year, so she bought a lot of window decorations and lanterns to hang, and even renovated the flowerbed and planted camellia and wintersweets that bloom in winter.
The nanny even went to Jinxiufang to make a new dress and cloak for her. The cloak was bright red, very bright and ostentatious, completely different from her usual style of dressing, but the nanny said that this color was popular in the capital now, and she looked good in red because of her fair skin, and she must be cheerful to welcome the general home.
The general lost his mother at an early age and his father when he was young. In previous years, when he was on the battlefield, his residence in the capital was guarded by only two or three old servants. Later, when Qi Ying moved in, some maids and old women were gradually added to the residence, making it more lively and lively.
I think he would be happy when he saw this festive and bright scene when he returned to Beijing.
She agreed.
A few days later, another urgent letter arrived at the palace, and the emperor closed his court that day.
I think by that time, the news of the general's death had reached the capital.
But no one came to tell her.
Perhaps they thought she was just an unknown concubine and not worth mentioning.
She kept counting the days until the day came when the army would return to the capital. On that day, at the beginning of the new year, she wore her bright red cloak and waited for the general's coffin.
She took down the window decorations and lanterns that she had pasted with her own hands and replaced them with white mourning banners.
She took off the bright red cloak, folded it, and placed it on the bedside. She changed into a white dress and hung it on the beam.
At that time, the sun was still shining brightly.
When you close your eyes, you can still see the golden light.
…
Qi Ying rubbed her eyes.
How lucky she was to meet him again. All those promises that she didn't have time to say, and the New Year she didn't spend with him, could be made up little by little this time.
Ji Rang didn't know that the little girl opposite him had already quietly buried her head in tears, and he was still struggling with the test paper.
I could guess the multiple-choice questions, but I had to look up the book to answer the big questions. Just as I was about to reach for the textbook, I suddenly remembered that Qi Ying had not touched the book when she was doing the questions.
Then wouldn't it make him look like rubbish if he still needed to flip through books?
The big guy who doesn't want to face up to his poor academic performance can only hold on and look at the next question.
The next one won’t work either, that’s good.
There is a path in the mountain of books but he doesn't walk on it, and there is no boat in the boundless ocean of learning.
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Ji Rang glanced outside the door. It was getting dark. He made an excuse to put away the test papers and typed something on his phone for her: It's getting dark, go home.
She didn't want him to send her off, fearing that it would delay his time, after all, he lived in two directions from her home. Ji Rang had already accepted the "fact" that she disliked his motorcycle, and although he was unhappy in his heart, he didn't show it on his face and sent her to the bus stop.
The train was not crowded at this time, and there were still many seats when the bus arrived. He handed her the schoolbag and said with a stern face, "Go ahead."
Qi Ying tilted her head slightly and looked at him.
Maybe it was because of the wind, but her eyes were a little red, and the look she gave him was gentle and lingering.
Ji Rang felt his heart tingle inexplicably when he saw this look, and interrupted with a smile: "Why? You can't bear to leave me."
The bus behind me stopped and opened its door.
Qi Ying suddenly stood on tiptoe and hugged him.
I just felt a small, fragrant and soft thing bumping into my arms. Before I could react, Qi Ying had already grabbed my schoolbag, turned around and ran onto the bus.
The night wind swirled past him, taking away the sweet fragrance that remained in his arms.
The bus had already started. Qi Ying was leaning against the window, waving and smiling at him.
The boss, who just realized what was happening, was so angry that he became a wooden man.
Who did you learn this from? !
No, I can’t. She has taken advantage of me twice. Next time, I must be more proactive and take the advantage back!
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The next day at school, Wu Rui took advantage of the fact that morning self-study had not yet begun to run to Class 9 to find Ji Rang. The appearance of the top student in the class immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers, and a few rascals laughed and blocked him: "Hey, isn't this the top student in the class? Why did you condescend to come to our side?"
Wu Rui said, "I'm here to find Ji Rang."
A group of people burst into laughter: "Fuck, this nerd actually wants to find Brother Rang? Is he looking for a fight?"
Ji Rang's cold voice came from behind: "I think you are looking for a beating."
When a few people saw it was him, they shrank their necks in fear and ran away. Wu Rui suddenly felt like he was being protected by a senior, and he was a little excited when he thought about it.
He held back his excitement and handed over the notebook in his hand: "Student Ji, this is the study plan I tailored for you last night based on your situation. Take a look at it first. I will come to you after lunch and explain it to you in detail."
Ji Rang reached out and took it: "Thank you."
Wu Rui waved his hands shyly: "It's my duty. It's not like you didn't pay me."
Ji Rang thought this boy was quite interesting, and said with a smile: "Okay, go back, it's almost time for class."
Wu Rui nodded and turned away. Ji Rang returned to his seat with the notebook and opened the first page of the notebook under the curious gazes of the people around him.
There were five big characters written in a sonorous voice:
【Attack of the Season】
The next line of small print is: ——Four-week study plan.
Ji Rang: ???
What kind of fucking middle school boy is this who's ranked first in age?
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