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"ShiyanShiyan, Shiyan?"
Zhou Shiyan heard Liu Zhiyue¡¯s shout, which was vague at first and slowly became clearer.
It was because of being shouted out like this that Zhou Shiyan came back from her reverie.
Turning his head, he looked at Liu Zhiyue who was sitting next to him. There was worry on his face.
Liu Zhiyue became a little nervous.
Recently, Zhou Shiyan always likes to be in a daze, and her efficiency in class has also been greatly reduced. In the past, he would improve and record the examples in class based on the teacher's explanations. Now these days, when the teacher is giving lectures, she always holds her pen and lowers her head. head.
I don¡¯t know what I¡¯m thinking about.
Looking at Zhou Shiyan who was staring at him, Liu Zhiyue asked.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I see that you have been distracted recently."
""
There was no response. Zhou Shiyan just stared at Liu Zhiyue in front of her. After a while, she chose to look away and looked back at the textbook on the table in front of her.
As if she wanted to cover herself up, Zhou Shiyan picked up the pen on the side and pretended to record it.
"Stop talking and study seriously."
"get out of class is over."
""
With her movements frozen, Zhou Shiyan secretly stared at Liu Zhiyue beside her through her hanging hair.
He quickly looked away again.
¡°Show me your notes from class.¡±
"Um¡¡"
Hearing Zhou Shiyan¡¯s words, Liu Zhiyue reached out and handed the notebook in front of him to the other party.
Looking at Zhou Shiyan who opened her notebook and began to record, Liu Zhiyue's expression changed slightly.
With his left arm propped up on the table, Liu Zhiyue held his face and turned his head slightly to look at Zhou Shiyan, who was copying his notes next to him.
He noticed something was not right.
Looking at Zhou Shiyan who kept writing.
"Did something happen at your home?"
""
The action of copying notes stopped the moment Liu Zhiyue finished speaking, and Zhou Shiyan did not answer immediately.
"No."
"Yeah¡¡"
After saying these two words, Liu Zhiyue's expression became serious.
"Did you know that you are very good at lying?"
"What's the meaning."
"You used to reply instantly, and you only hesitated when you were lying"
With this said, Liu Zhiyue sat up straight.
"Is there something wrong with Aunt Lan?"
""
The fingers holding the pen in the right hand tightened slightly, but after a while they relaxed.
Zhou Shiyan deliberately placed the pen on the table, and as expected, the pen fell to the ground. In the short time it took to pick up the pen, Zhou Shiyan thought about the reason in her mind.
Putting the pen back on the table, Zhou Shiyan looked at Liu Zhiyue and said.
"My house has been demolished."
"Demolition? That facade of your house?"
"Well, the front of our breakfast shop is going to be demolished."
"This is a good thingThen why have you been in a bad mental state during this period?"
"I'm thinking about asking my mother what gift she wants."
"Gift?"
"Well, she promised to buy me a gift after the demolition money comes in."
"So you have been thinking about gifts during this time?"
When Liu Zhiyue asked this question, what he saw was Zhou Shiyan nodding.
In this case Her reason makes sense, but for some reason, Liu Zhiyue still feels that something is not right.
I always feel like¡ I¡¯ve missed something important.
I didn't want to understand for a while. When Liu Zhiyue had a conversation between the two, he suddenly heard Zhou Shiyan's voice.
His thoughts were also interrupted at this moment.
"Can you lend me some toilet paper? I've run out."
"Um."
After the response, Liu Zhiyue took out a small pack of toilet paper from his desk and gave the whole pack to Zhou Shiyan.
"You firstUse it, I have a few more packs here. "
"good."
Picking up the toilet paper Liu Zhiyue put down, Zhou Shiyan stood up and walked outside the classroom.
His eyes followed Zhou Shiyan¡¯s figure until she left the classroom door.
He looked away.
Liu Zhiyue looked at Zhou Shiyan's desktop, and a smile slowly began to appear at the corner of his mouth.
??Withdraw your gaze.
There was a soft murmur in his mouth.
¡°I don¡¯t know which high school she plans to attend as her first choice I¡¯ll ask next time.¡±
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Zhao Xuanwen¡¯s mouth pursed.
She encountered a very difficult question. Although the teacher talked about this question in class, she said that this type of question was a score-giving question in the high school entrance examination.
but¡¡
"Can't do it"
With such a sound coming from his mouth, Zhao Xuanwen seemed to have lost all his strength, and he lay on the table helplessly.
Looking at the aisle with dull eyes, Zhao Xuanwen said to himself.
"It would be great if Zhiyue was here, he would definitely teach me"
If it is a simple graphic proof question, Zhao Xuanwen can choose to cover it with a ruler. Maybe the corrector will give her some points because she writes slowly.
But she couldn't understand this kind of calculation involving formulas at all.
At this moment, her mind couldn't help but think of the fat figure of Liu Zhiyue back then.
Liu Zhiyue was fat at that time, and he was very serious when teaching himself.
Although it was not good for me to talk back to him at the time
Thinking of this, her whole face pressed against the table.
Unlike the rocket class, during the twenty-minute break between classes, most of the students in Zhao Xuanwen's ordinary class either went to play on the playground or went to the small shop to buy snacks.
Except for a small number of people staying in the classroom who are studying, the others are either talking or sleeping on the table.
It is clear that the high school entrance examination is only about three months away, but there does not seem to be such an atmosphere in the class.
Behind the classroom, although the countdown written on the wall changes every day, Zhao Xuanwen doesn't feel it at all.
She actually thought very clearly that someone with excellent grades like Liu Zhiyue would definitely go to the No. 1 middle school with the highest admission rate in the city.
?????????????? And with results like hers Even if her mother finds someone to give her money, she may not be able to get it herself.
In the face of a huge disparity in scores, guanxi is not very useful.
Unless you squeeze in as a loan student, but in that case
Thinking of this, Zhao Xuanwen sat up.
A look of determination appeared on his face.
Raising his hands, he slapped his fleshy cheeks a little harder.
In his mouth, he was cheering himself up.
"It doesn't matter, you can definitely do it. If you enter No. 1 Middle School as a loan student, he will definitely be very disappointed!"
"do not give up!"
Because the sound was so loud, a person sleeping on the table not far away was frightened and shook all over.
After a while, he raised his tired face and looked around blankly.
Zhao Xuanwen didn't care about others at all. At this moment, she reopened the draft book and vowed to solve this problem.
Thisis her first step towards entering the No. 1 Middle School!
The pen rests on the paper, but no words can be written.
It is obvious that Zhao Xuanwen cannot take this first step easily
Just as she was thinking about it, a classmate standing chatting at the door suddenly shouted loudly into the classroom.
"Zhao Xuanwen, someone is looking for you."
"Find me?"
Zhao Xuanwen raised his head suddenly and looked at the door blankly.
When she saw Zhou Shiyan standing at the door, her head was filled with doubts at this moment.
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