"Tell me clearly, what happened just now?"
Tang Ji crossed his long legs and sat in his seat next to Ling Chuyang.
"What did you say?" Ling Chuyang sat leaning against the wall, looking at Tang Ji, and replied casually.
"Why is that fiery temper targeting you? Also, what are you and that He Shiling looking at?"
Only then did Tang Ji remember that it was as if he, she, and they all knew it, but Tang Ji alone didn't know it!
What kind of logic is this? He is Ling Chuyang's everlasting good brother. There is nothing he doesn't know about Ling Chuyang.
"So that's it." Ling Chuyang smiled, casually brushed his bangs on his forehead, glanced at the front left of the classroom inadvertently, and then moved his eyes back.
Spread in front of him was the Chinese language test paper that Ling Shuchu took a picture of. There was a bright red mark of 65 on it. A score of 65 seemed to be a hindrance.
Huh? Tang Ji was startled, what did he see?
Ling Chuyang was smiling, with the corners of his mouth raised in a nice arc, his slender eyes slightly raised, and his whole face suddenly softened.
He never knew that this kid would have such a side, and that his smile was actually very good-looking.
"I said you were laughing. You said no just now." Tang Ji pointed at Ling Chuyang and mentioned the old words again, "What are you laughing at again? Tell me what good things you have."
"How often do I laugh?" Ling Chuyang said calmly, "It's time for you to get glasses."
"Just now, obviously." Tang Ji blinked, huh? Are you really short-sighted?
The Ling Chuyang in front of him still had the expressionless "paralyzed face" that had remained unchanged for thousands of years!
Hey, I'm off topic again, Ling Chuyang hasn't answered his question yet.
"Why is she targeting you?" Tang Ji repeated again.
"Didn't you hear that? My grades are so bad that it's dragging down their class."
As Ling Chuyang spoke, he closed the Chinese test paper and threw it on top of a pile of books in front of him. He picked up a book and placed it on top of the test paper.
"What are you going to accept? The first class is Chinese."
Tang Ji took out the test paper from under the book and put it back in front of Ling Chuyang.
"Is Chinese class considered a class?"
Ling Chuyang snorted disapprovingly and put the test paper under the book again.
Tang Ji smiled and took out the test paper again. This time he did not spread it out in front of Ling Chuyang, but held it in front of him and started studying it.
It works! Same old thing again!
Reading comprehension, ABCD, four questions and a half answered. When I turned to the last page, the essay did not fill 800 words.
"Brother, you can still be careful. The four multiple-choice questions for reading comprehension should not be sorted in ABCD every time, okay." Tang Ji was really speechless, "Also, this reading comprehension is still the teacher Review the original questions taught in class, the same original questions.”
"Did you tell me?"
"I've said it before." Tang Ji replied firmly, "I emphasized it three times, Li Bai's required text "The Road to Shu is Difficult".
"forget."
After hearing Ling Chuyang's reply, Tang Ji raised his head from the test paper and said, Hi!
Ling Chuyang was, very leisurely, trimming the bangs on his forehead one by one.
"Okay, why are you being cool? This is a classroom, not a corridor." Tang Ji knocked off Ling Chuyang's left hand, "This essay has 800 words. You managed to find enough words, and you wrote half of it every time."
"This time, it's enough, 678 words."
Ling Chuyang responded slowly and in a nonchalant tone, continuing to smooth his bangs with his hands, covering his forehead and half of his eyes.
"Oh, I dare you to count it yourself." Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang with a teasing look on his face, "Don't you also count it? It's almost 60 points, so don't do it."
"You are not like me."
Ling Chuyang snorted habitually, didn't answer any more, covered his mouth and yawned, then lay down on the table.
"I'm different from you, I'm just bad at writing." Tang Ji shot back.
In the words of the Chinese teacher of Class 4, his composition is like a lazy woman's bound feet, which are smelly and long. If he improves his composition, his Chinese performance will make a qualitative leap.
This is not bad, but how can it be improved?
The teacher said that you should read more and improve your language skills.
He has read it, but it has little practical effect on the composition. His reading comprehension has improved a lot, and now there are no points deducted.
The teacher also said that you should read more excellent compositions and imitate them first before writing your own.
Reading means reading, imitating means imitating, but when it comes to writing, you either spell a sentence here or there; or, everything is difficult at the beginning, and you don’t know what to write if you can’t get started; or you have finished writing 800 words, and there is nothing to do yet. Finished. In short, to borrow the last sentence of Mr. Zhuge's "The Master's Guide" - I don't know what to say.
Rather than saying that Chinese language is his pain, it would be more accurate to say that composition is the pain in his heart.
Alas, he and Xiao Yangyang are really like brothers in need.
But Tang Ji knew that Ling Chuyang was different from him. Ling Chuyang didn't study at all. He slept in class, didn't do his homework, only counted the words in his essay, and did whatever he wanted in the exam. He wasn't like this before. Tang Ji couldn't help but think of junior high school.
At that time, Ling Chuyang was a prominent figure in Dexi Town Middle School.
He has good grades and is excellent in every aspect. His grades have never been among the top 5 in his grade. Although there were only five classes in each grade in Dexi Town at that time, there were still more than 300 students.
Ling Chuyang is the best among people. He has never come back with the top three prizes in all competitions: physics, mathematics, Chinese newspaper, and excellent diary competition. His essays and diaries have been praised by Yun Ling many times. It was published in the county newspaper.
At that time, Ling Chuyang still had a crew cut, no long bangs, slender eyes and a cool expression, and was dubbed the "Town God"!
There is never a shortage of little love letters in the drawer. Xiao Yueyue from Class 4 was one of them back then, and she thought they didn't know.
Now, what's going on? Specifically, what was it like starting from the first year of high school? No, no, it starts from the high school entrance examination in the third grade of junior high school? Or, go further.
But the accident started when the results of the junior high school entrance examination came down.
Ling Chuyang actually scored 95 points in the 150-point Chinese test paper. He usually scores over 90 out of 100 points. Not to mention, during the high school entrance examination, Tang Ji, who thought he had no talent in Chinese, scored 110 points in the Chinese test. You must know that in his usual tests, he could not get 80 points on the 100-point test paper, but he could get 90 points on the 120-point test paper. Quite satisfied.
I don’t know if Ling Chuyang fell asleep when he was taking the Chinese test.
However, fortunately, I still successfully entered Yunling Middle School.
She was assigned to a class in the first year of high school, but was placed in Class 4, a regular class.
In the first month of the mock exam, Ling Chuyang ranked first in Class 4 and ranked in the top 50 of the school's top 100 list. Sun Weili, the teacher of Class 4, was so happy that she couldn't stop talking and was regarded as the class treasure of Class 4.
This is what Ling Chuyang should look like.
However, two months later, Ling Chuyang suddenly changed as if he had another seizure.
Chinese and English classes have become dormant classes for him. The class teacher does his work every day and talks so earnestly that Tang Jidu's scalp goes numb every day and he learns professionally, but he, Ling Chuyang, still goes his own way.
Later, Tang Ji suddenly discovered that Ling Chuyang's hair began to spread over his forehead and toward his eyes, and he became accustomed to standing in front of the corridor window during class to look at the "scenery" at the top of the stairs.
After that, Ling Chuyang's grades plummeted, slipping out of the top 100 list and hovering around 900. He also gave up the first place in Class 4 to someone else, and that person was naturally Tang Ji.
The only thing that is gratifying is that the scores in physics, chemistry and biology have not declined, and the math scores have always been ranked third in the school. The distance from the perfect score is no more than 15 points, so they have become popular among the science subjects. History, geography and politics are also still good. Couhe, a typical representative of partial subjects with short legs in Chinese and English.
Uncle Ling and Aunt Zhou also asked him many times when they came home at the end of the month whether Ling Chuyang had been stimulated in school, and Tang Ji looked confused.
Why?
Ling Chuyang didn't tell him, but Tang Ji was also unknown.
In this way, it lasted until the winter vacation of the second year of high school.
The strange thing is that in this winter vacation exam, his grades actually improved again, and he broke into the top 300 in his grade, almost the same as Tang Ji. Could it be that his conscience realized that in the past year and a half, he had let down too many people around him who were worried about him?
I originally thought that after joining Class 5, I could "turn back the prodigal son", but now it seems that I thought too much.
Tang Ji looked at the sleepy Ling Chuyang and sighed. He was already in his second year of high school. Is he still prepared to continue like this?
"Ding——" The sound of the preparation bell brought Tang Ji back to his senses.
His question was circumvented by this kid again. No wonder his composition couldn't be improved.
It turns out that it’s too easy to get off topic!
