After the second class, the tacky radio gymnastics still made people lose their energy. They patiently followed the rhythm of the music and completed the movements like idiots. A news came from the broadcast room that made everyone beat their chests and feet: there was an exam at the end of the month.
There was a sudden uproar. In fact, this exam was only organized within the school to test everyone's daily learning results. But for a bunch of learning machines, as long as it is an exam, no matter what its nature, it is like a life-and-death battlefield.
I was also vaguely worried because I had to practice fighting in the evening, so these days I only listened to lectures without reviewing, and I didn’t know how much I had mastered.
However, this kind of "I don't know how much I have mastered" mentality often proves that this period of learning is a tragedy. If you can't have a clear picture, you must be cheating.
It's like when the Chinese teacher in elementary school assigned a text and asked you to memorize it. When you were asked to do a spot check the next day, you didn't know how much you had memorized - if you were selected at this level, you would definitely stumble, even a complete sentence.
You can’t even recite the sentences, how can you expect to pass?[
However, I was only worried for a moment. Since it was an exam within the school, the seating arrangements would not be disrupted. They were all still taking the exam in their own class. With the help of Chu Tingting and the others, it should be fine for the time being.
Now I obviously have more important things to do. The voice that just announced the "examination news" was clear and light. It was the wheat that had made me worry about it all morning.
To be honest, it seems a bit abnormal to care so much about a boy. But that child seems to be born with the need for others to love him. I am very worried about what Brother Long will do to him.
In other words, I would rather know what happened to Hu Xiaoyang.
No matter what the reason was, I had to find him to understand the situation, otherwise I would be in trouble if I couldn't sleep at night. At this time, I had completely forgotten Han Bing's advice to me, don't get involved.
I walked up to the second floor of the small white building and found the broadcast room. The door was still ajar as before, probably because I was afraid that a sudden knock on the door would cause an error in the broadcast.
I pushed it open gently and found that there were several people inside, including teachers and students, each busy with their own things. Like last time, Xiaomai was sitting among a bunch of machines wearing big headphones.