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Text Chapter 435: The Self-Esteem of a Pseudo-Scholar

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    The long National Day holiday has made about half of the students in the school a little tired.  Whether it is playing or studying, it obviously requires energy.  After returning from the long vacation, it took at least two or three days for the degenerates, represented by Wu Xiaosong, to get used to the rhythm of school life again. When they slowed down, it was already Thursday, and the week ended in a blink of an eye.

    Only a very few well-behaved children like Song Dajiang and Lu Xiaoling have always maintained a state of chicken blood.  It is impossible to rest, only to study, study and study forever, so that the university can go on

    On Thursday afternoon, after the end of three consecutive anatomy classes, his physique was as strong as that of Jiang Sen, and he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he came out of the classroom after copying the courseware.  This week, there are only three meditation classes and mental activities left tomorrow morning, which is considered to be over early.

    His physical fitness is fine, but he is really tired.  He didn't feel it when he was on vacation a few days ago, but once he returned to the normal class rhythm, the sense of urgency in time was really beyond his imagination.

    He thought that even if he added 500 shots a day, he would just squeeze in a little more time every day, but he didn't realize that fatigue will add up, and to eliminate fatigue, it doesn't take the same amount of time to get rid of fatigue.  can do it.

    Not to mention, he doesn't have any extra time to rest and adjust now.

    ? First of all, the school's courses themselves, Shen Yi's courses progress very quickly, and each class contains a huge amount of information, even if he has learned it in his previous life, and he has learned it well.  But you still have to spend time reviewing after class, you need to read textbooks, courseware, and teaching aids, and starting from October, that is, the second month of the new semester, Jiang Sen and his professional courses are actually Nima  The after-school homework is assigned!  It took Jiang Sen almost an hour to do his homework every day, but this was not the most unexpected variable.

    What really took up Jiang Sen's time was the elective course that he originally intended to save time - Advanced Mathematics.

    Jiang Sen chose high mathematics as an elective course because he wanted to take two more elective course credits in advance, so that he could free up the evening of his junior year and make it easier, but obviously in this world, all the shortcuts you think are not so good in reality.  easy to go.

    After the three high math classes on Monday night, Jiang Sen was in a state of almost emotional agitation, scratching his head, gnashing his teeth, and cursing. It was not until Song Dajiang couldn't bear it anymore that he explained the topic to him before he calmed down.

    Then, on Tuesday and Wednesday, Johnson simply spent money to do things.

    According to the market price, 200 yuan per hour, let Song Dajiang tutor him as a tutor, but even so, he still returned to the embarrassing state in high school - he could understand, but couldn't do it, so it was messed up.  Song Dajiang is very suspicious of the quality of the liberal arts college entrance examination in Qujiang Province.  Jiang Sen single-handedly discredited the glorious signboard of "Hometown of Mathematicians" in Dong'ou City.

    But this is not the worst.  The worst thing is that according to Jiang Sen's experience, with his current level and not having enough time to practice, he is likely to fail in high mathematics.  This is so terrible.

    "Why the fuck should I choose advanced mathematics?" After class, Jiang Sen went to the track and field playground with his schoolbag on his back.

    A large group of Lao Miao and Feng Yuanchao followed behind him.

    Song Dajiang shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Oh, liberal arts student"

    Not counting interjections in tone, just three words express the contempt for him in his heart.

    Only Lao Miao was very calm: "Don't worry, if you fail to pass, you will fail. I have never seen any athlete who can learn mathematics well. It is almost enough. You train so hard every day, and your exams will give you  Bonus points, I have experience."

    Jiang Sen felt more and more insulted, and said, "But I was admitted based on my strength, and the whole world knows it."

    "Then don't you have no strength now?" Lao Miao said, "Why do you talk about strength if you don't have strength?"

    Jiang Sen's face immediately turned ugly.

    After so many years, my IQ has been insulted again?

    And he was insulted by the track and field coach!

    I would rather be insulted by art students!

    Lie down and close your eyes, like Zheng Yitian, Chen Peipei, and Chen Chaoying.

    Even An An can do it.

    "Johnson, don't be discouraged. I think you can do it. Look at you, you can insist on getting up at five o'clock every day to practice shooting. Now that the weather is so cold, you can still persist. This quality of will is hard to come by. Persistence is  victory!"

    Feng Yuanchao cheaply cheered Jiang Sen on, and had already put on long sleeves.  It's mid-October, and the average daily temperature in Shencheng has dropped to 20 degrees, and it's even worse when you wake up in the morning.??Is the life of the family better?  "

    Lao Miao looked at Feng Yuanchao unhappily.

    Feng Yuanchao said forcefully: "Why, did I say something wrong?"

    Lao Miao rolled his eyes: "I'm not telling you guys who are robbing people everywhere, Jiang Sen hasten to eat, and there will be strength training in the evening."

    Feng Yuanchao did not show weakness, and continued: "Yes, hurry up and eat, there are two hundred and fifty balls tonight."

    Jiang Sen scolded: "Damn, I know!"

    Song Dajiang then made up another knife, "Then shall we still make up classes at night?"

    Looking at Jiang Sen's eyes, the longing light of collecting IQ tax was shining.

    The self-esteem of Jiang Sen's pseudo-scholar could not help but be deeply hurt by the pure and undisguised eyes.

    He looked at Song Dajiang, and the meal suddenly became stale.

    Between the teeth, spit out a word, "Fill."

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