The Municipal Education Bureau has issued a policy that this group of senior high school students who are about to enter the college entrance examination have three competitions to earn college entrance examination credits.
Zhang Mofei is not strong in any of these three categories: chess, painting, and sports games. Her mind is all on Pei Mochen, and she has no time to learn those things.
It would be great if there was Taekwondo, but the key point is that there isn't.
After much hesitation, she chose Huahua because she could find Yao Yi in Huahua.
Zhang Mofei also signed up for a painting interest class, taking two classes a week, Friday night and Saturday night, and going to Yao Yi's house every other night.
"Uncle Yao Yi, just paint, why do you need a theoretical test? People are looking at the painting, not asking you how to paint."
After attending classes for many days in a row, Zhang Mofei didn't even understand the most basic things. She bit her pen, frowned, and looked at the textbook.
Yao Yi smiled and said, "When you practice Taekwondo, didn't your mother teach you how to lift your legs and how to train your ligaments?"
Zhang Mofei nodded and replied, "I taught you."
Yao Yi said, "Isn't it the same with painting? Only after you learn these things can you know how to write and how to draw paintings that are pleasing to others."
"Oh, it seems to make sense." After Zhang Mofei received Yao Yi's advice, the mystery in his mind disappeared and he immersed himself in reading the textbook again.
Pei Ruomian sat aside with his legs crossed and looked at Zhang Mofei who was sitting on the ground and reading the textbook seriously.
"It's really hard. People spend a few months chasing after getting married, and then spend a year or two falling in love, but it takes you more than ten years."
I don't know whether her tone is genuine sympathy or fake sympathy. Anyway, they were all brought up by Lu Anyi, and they often do such things as gloating over misfortunes.
Zhang Mofei likes to show off her old age the most. She put down her book and said to Zhang Mofei seriously, "What do you know as a child? Only a relationship that lasts for a long time will be more reliable. Can the tacit understanding we have gotten along with each other for more than ten years be comparable to that of you in the next one or two years?"
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Hearing this, Pei Ruomian said in a slow tone, "So far, I don't see any tacit understanding between you and my brother. Otherwise, one wouldn't be in the excellent class and the other in the poor class."
Zhang Mofei gritted his teeth and said, "Pei Ruomian, I'm waiting for the day you fail the college entrance examination."
"Before I fail, let's see you fail first." Pei Ruomian said and laughed.
It was late autumn, and the evening wind blew a biting coldness on people's faces. Zhang Mofei got out of the car, her hands tightly wrapped in the red windbreaker she was wearing. The clothes clung to her body tightly, showing off her figure and slender figure.
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She got off the car and stood at the door and glanced at the villa next door, looking up to see if the window lights on the second floor were still on.
When he looked up, he saw that familiar figure.
Pei Mochen was standing on the balcony wearing a casual sweatshirt, still with one hand in his pocket. He glanced at the little man wrapped tightly around his body, then turned and entered the room.
Zhang Mofei originally felt very tired, but when she saw Pei Mochen's figure, she immediately became energized and motivated, so she went home and read for another hour.
She focused all her attention on painting and forgot that the most important thing for her was to get her grades.
In the final exam, she dropped back to the bottom ten.
She sat in the car dejectedly. The driver didn't say a word as usual and drove silently.
Pei Mochen habitually got on the bus first and sat on the left side of Zhang Mofei.
It was rare to be quiet in the car. Zhang Mofei looked downcast for a while and turned to the window.
