Sunday, October 21, Peninsula Coffee.
Sitting in the Peninsula Cafe, Lin Shirou listened to Jiang Chen tell the details of the gold coin explosion.
After hearing this, Lin Shirou's eyes were filled with joy: "That's a lot of money. Congratulations."
Jiang Chen felt that his rank was still low.
At the beginning, he only wanted to make these people pay with their blood, but he didn't think about how to deal with the aftermath.
Lin Shirou cleverly took advantage of the conflict between the gangster and Li Shuai to divert him from the risk.
Later, Jiang Chen cooperated with the police in several investigations because of this matter.
Now the Li family and the Chen family are almost incompatible, and they start fighting whenever they meet.
Only towards him, both the Chen family and the Li family were always kind and cheerful.
Last week, Li Shuai's father personally sent two king crabs over to express his gratitude. Father Jiang was so happy that he couldn't sleep all night.
If I had been merciless and insisted on taking legal procedures to send them to prison...
It was true that he had spoken out in a bad way, but how could he receive such a large sum of compensation and the gratitude of both families?
"It's all your credit." Jiang Chen said.
"Don't say that. If you put it in a novel, I'm just a counselor at best, and you are the king who makes the decision." Lin Shirou said, "No matter how good the plan is, you are the one who makes the decision."
"You are so humble." Jiang Chen said.
"No, I'm speaking from my heart." Lin Shirou shook her head gently, and a few strands of her long hair fluttered. She reached out and pushed her hair behind her ears, and said with a smile, "Through your description just now, I even feel that you A bit... um, cunning?"
"Then even if we succeed each other this time, your plan and my cunning are indispensable." Jiang Chen placed a cup of latte in front of Lin Shirou and bumped it gently with his own coffee cup.
"cheers."
"Well, cheers."
Taking a sip of coffee, Lin Shirou said:
"Sometimes I wonder, if it weren't for your persistence on the court and in the equipment room, would we have missed it?"
"Of course not." Jiang Chen thought to himself that this matter was never established and he would never let go. "Even if we don't meet you in high school, we will meet you in college. I won't miss you."
"Let's talk about study..." Lin Shirou lowered her eyes, as if she was not used to hearing such words.
The more Jiang Chen expressed his feelings, the more she considered it.
Do you want him to get involved in your family? Wouldn't that mean that he would suffer with himself...
But if she refused, let alone what the other party would think, even she herself couldn't put on a cold face to refuse.
She couldn't bear it.
In this case, the only choice is to study hard, get admitted to a prestigious school, get rid of the family of origin, and gain freedom.
Thinking of this, Lin Shirou said: "Have you reviewed ancient Chinese carefully recently... The college entrance examination is getting closer and closer."
"Test me." Jiang Chen was now full of confidence.
Even out of a boy's most stubborn ambition, he would not want to lose face in front of Lin Shirou.
"Let's memorize Li Bai's "The Journey Is Difficult" first."
"good."
Jiang Chen held his breath and concentrated,
"Golden bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade plates cost ten thousand coins of wine..."
"Shame, it's all a fake word, don't make a mistake." Lin Shirou reminded softly.
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"Why should we cut the candles from the west window together and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?"
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"People are pessimistic, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times."
Lin Shirou listened to the young man's recitation, gently closed her eyes, and recited with him.
"Nung, moon and new moon."
The wind outside the house is noisy, the books inside are loud, and time is flowing by.
Jiang Chen memorized all the ancient poems and essays that were required for the college entrance examination.
Lin Shirou nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, the next step is to strengthen reading comprehension and composition writing."
Chinese reading, how many science majors are unspeakable pain.
Competitors are not included in this category, they are academics.
They may easily see the answer to a physics problem and finish a math paper in an hour.
However, faced with the strange ideas of the Chinese language test writer, their minds in mathematical logic seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.
The science subjects of the college entrance examination may be difficult for ordinary people, but for top question-answers, they are basically not worth mentioning.
Because if you can't even do well in science, you won't even be able to get into these prestigious schools.
And English cannot even be called a subject by top academics.
If you can claim to be a top student, you should not deduct a single point in the normal English test except for composition, otherwise you will not get high scores at all.
Only Chinese has failed many math masters. This kind of subject that has no fixed answers and relies entirely on accumulation and even a little bit of luck is the last step that distinguishes academic masters from academic masters.
Jiang Chen's compositions have never been good, especially argumentative essays. Every time he writes, he always feels empty in his stomach, without any ink, and has to hold back completely.
The projects he worked on after work had nothing to do with his pen, and his writing ability even deteriorated over time.
The only thing worthy of praise is that he practiced beautiful hard-pen calligraphy when he was a child.
"Your handwriting is very good."
Lin Shirou looked at Jiang Chen who wrote a few words on the composition paper and nodded in approval.
"It's okay. I practiced it when I was a kid."
Lin Shirou assigned Jiang Chen a composition and wanted to see how Jiang Chen would write it.
The general idea of the composition material is to write an essay based on the theme of "fantasy".
Jiang Chen hadn't written a composition for a long time, and he couldn't think of anything suitable for a while, so he thought about it for a long time.
After living for thirty years, once he returned to before the college entrance examination, the experience of rebirth was another fantasy for him now.
So I casually wrote about my experience.
The experience of being a topic writer in a small county town.
“I grew up surrounded by praise, and I thought I would become a great scientist.
A genius like me should have already become famous by the age of thirty, chatting and laughing with the top guys in the industry.
But as I got older and came into contact with more and more people, I realized that I was just an ordinary person.
On the university campus, there are people like me all over the campus; there are countless people who are better than me.
I had to put away my sharp edge and no longer wanted to be the top, as long as everything was safe and smooth.
However, God did not fulfill his wish.
I suffered a ridiculous betrayal and was exhausted physically and mentally. With the help of my closest relatives, I gradually came out of it.
Now in my thirties, I was holding a wine bottle and sitting on the cold floor tiles of the balcony, looking out the window at the endless traffic, recalling my first thirty years, and swearing to the dark night.
If God gives me another chance to come back, I will hold on to everything I have lost. Even if I do whatever it takes to be infamy for the rest of my life, I will never let go.
I promise to make sure everyone gets what they want.
Fortunately, I am still young and that is just a fantasy after all..."
Lin Shirou looked at the words and saw that the other party seemed to want to write more, so she quickly tried to dissuade them.
"Stop, that's not what it's written like."
"What's wrong?"
"From the words, I can indeed understand your true feelings, but it is too negative."
Lin Shirou patiently explained to him.
"Fantasy is not like this... You are not thirty years old, you will be eighteen next month. When you were dreaming, did you dream of your thirty-year-old self?"
"That's right." Jiang Chen smiled.
"The composition is not for you to express your emotions...forget it, just listen to me."
Lin Shirou knew from previous tutoring that Jiang Chen was not very good at Chinese language, so she wanted to let him take a path that would allow him to score steadily.
"Don't write lyrical prose in your composition, but write an argumentative essay. An argumentative essay is divided into seven paragraphs: point, break, three paragraphs of argument, conclusion and conclusion."
Lin Shirou began to plan the writing structure of Jiang Chen's argumentative essay.
"Just like this essay, you can write like this..."
Lin Shirou patiently talked to him for more than an hour, and finally helped Jiang Chen clarify his writing ideas.
Jiang Chen looked at the title of his newly written argumentative essay.
"Imagination makes the world a better place"
Although it feels a bit like a factory assembly line, for him, who has always had low scores in composition, it undoubtedly opened a new door.
"If you don't have suitable corpus when making an argument, you can read more about this."
Lin Shirou took out a collection of argumentative essay materials from her schoolbag.
"According to my method, although there is no guarantee that you will get a high score in the essay, at least you will not be worse than others."
"For you, if your Chinese scores are not lagging behind, it is a victory. Don't waste too much energy on it. After all, your strong mathematical logic will help you close the gap in Chinese."
"I see……"
Jiang Chen took the encyclopedia of argumentative essay materials. The cover seemed to be quite old, but the inside was very well preserved, and there were no dog-eared corners inside.
"My brother left this behind when he was taking the college entrance examination. I didn't want to waste it, so I kept it for my own use."
"Then it's up to you to use it. I'll just buy one myself." Jiang Chen said.
"There's no reason to take things back so quickly after borrowing them. Just take a look at them first. My memory is pretty good and I don't need this book for the time being."
After giving the book to Jiang Chen, Lin Shirou glanced at her watch out of habit.
It's past four o'clock.
Lin Shirou started packing her schoolbag: "It's time for me to go home."
"Wait a minute." Jiang Chen stopped her.
"What's wrong?"
"Buy you something."
"No, just honor your parents more. They are the ones who love you the most." Lin Shirou said.
Naturally, Jiang Chen would not back down so easily and was thinking of some excuse to make Lin Shirou accept the gift.
After a while, he remembered Lin Shirou’s words about claiming to be a counselor and said with a smile:
"Don't you call yourself a counselor? Then I, the monarch, will return with a great victory because of your advice. Of course I will reward you well."
