Song Zhizhi took it over and looked at it. They were all information and even test questions about such competitions in counties, cities, and nationwide over the years.
"Of course, I hope you will do your best. No matter where you go, it doesn't matter. Those who participate in national or international competitions are usually high school students. You are really too young, so it is very, very important to get a ranking in the county or urban area.
Not bad, then the teacher is telling you this, mainly because he wants you to aim for the highest one and not have too much pressure."
There are actually a lot of talented students in the world. In the national competition, the strongest will have the best. Of course, it does not mean that Song Zhizhi is not smart enough, but her age is here.
The educational resources I received are also here. When it comes to competing with other talented children and children with resources, it is quite cruel and difficult.
But at the same time, she also believes that as time goes by, Song Zhizhi will definitely surpass most people.
but not now!
"Okay, Teacher Zhang, I understand what you mean, thank you!" Song Zhizhi said in a sincere tone, and after squatting down, she covered her face with her hands and stared at Teacher Zhang, "Can Teacher Zhang send Buddha to the West?"
, help me move my seat to the last row? I’m not being special, am I afraid of disturbing other students?”
"This is not special, but I have thought about your seat. It can supervise you without disturbing other students, and it will not affect other students' changing seats. Li Xiuxiu has transferred to another school, and the prime seat in the front row is reserved for you.
Well, you should follow your previous study plan, with cultural classes in the morning and piano practice in the afternoon. Teacher Yu Nianmiao has already come over to talk about it."
Teacher Zhang reached out and pinched Song Zhizhi's cheeks, and squeezed them a few times with a smile before letting go.
It’s really the senior sister who is here!!!
Song Zhizhi understood, and stretched out her hands to rub her face. Being a child is really helpless. You can't resist being squeezed too much. It's so shameful to be pinched like this at such an old age!
After Song Zhizhi asked a few more questions, she found out that Yu Nianmiao had something urgent to do, so she left without even having time to see her, but everything that needed to be arranged had already been arranged.
After saying a few more words, Song Zhizhi was put back after almost half the class. Worried about disturbing other people in class, she simply went to the dusty piano practice room in the school.
On the third floor of the laboratory building near the high school, there are only five pianos in total, three of which are used by senior students from the high school, and the remaining two are stained with dust.
Each piano has a small room of about six square meters where you can practice piano alone, which Song Zhizhi thinks is pretty good.
She chose a good one, found cleaning tools, cleaned it, adjusted the music, and it was time for school to end at noon.
Worried that Meng Qiuqiu couldn't find her, Song Zhizhi went to the classroom door five minutes early to wait. On the way home, she made it clear to him and also mentioned the matter of the juvenile class. I don't know why, but this time Meng Qiuqiu didn't act like
I was so happy or noisy before.
The whole person seemed a little depressed, and until the two of them parted ways to go home, they barely managed a smile.
Song Zhizhi didn't know why and planned to ask again in the afternoon.
Meng Qiuqiu, on the other hand, sighed all the way back home and sat down on the sofa, continuing to sigh every three seconds. Hearing this, Meng's mother became so angry that she rushed out with a spatula in hand.
"Meng Qiuqiu, what are you doing that is so unethical? Sighing so frequently is very unlucky. Do you know that you are responsible for studying and eating every day? Why are you unhappy?"
While scolding, he took out an iced Coke and placed it in front of Meng Qiuqiu.
"Mom, do you think I'm stupid? Can I still be friends with Song Zhizhi? Her grades are so good and she's so smart. So is Xiao Junze... I feel like I won't be able to catch up with them in two years!
"
Now he is just relying on his age advantage, but in the future, only the two of them will go hand in hand. Maybe after they finish college, he will still be in junior high school.
When he went to college, they both returned from studying abroad.
The gap is getting bigger year by year. If there was no contact, would his two best friends be gone?
Really worried and afraid of losing!
Meng Qiuqiu lowered his head.
Hearing her son say this, Mother Meng didn't know what to say. The reality is indeed like this. Whether they are husband and wife or friends, if they have different paths and the gap is too big, it will be really difficult to stay together.
However, it is normal for life to be unpredictable. How could she tell her son, who was only in the first grade of junior high school, such a cruel fact?
Mother Meng smelled a smell of paste, she screamed and turned around and went into the kitchen to deal with it. Meng Qiuqiu sighed, hey, as expected, even adults can't do anything, he still has to rely on his own efforts.
When Meng's mother came out again, Meng Qiuqiu had already started eating at the table. In that posture, there was no trace of the sorrow and sadness just now.
The most important thing is that he didn't wash his hands!!!
"Meng Qiuqiu!!!" Meng's mother roared, and immediately staged a drama of a loving mother and a filial son.
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After lunch break, Meng Qiuqiu was waiting for Song Zhizhi at the school gate.
It made a person look forward to seeing him, and when he waited for Song Zhizhi, he was also very nervous. He walked from Song Zhizhi's left side to the right side, and then from Song Zhizhi's right side to the left side.
He kept wanting to speak but he kept coughing tactically.
Song Zhizhi waited for a long time and looked at him confusedly for several times without waiting for him to say anything. She had to stop and asked at the door of the teaching building, "If you fart, hurry up. It makes my head spin!"
"Oh, don't yell at me, Song Zhizhi, I'm really sad today. Are you going to skip a grade again and keep jumping up? I can't keep up with you. You and Xiao Junze are running so fast. What should I do?
Ah, you are my best friends!"
It was rare for Meng Qiuqiu not to have the image of a rude and barbaric man, and Song Zhizhi was also discouraged.
After staring at this sincere good friend for a long time, I took his arm and patted him twice, "I think you are thinking too much!"
"ah?"
"Am I far away from you when I go to Beijing?"
"Far away!"
"Were we friends then?"
"yes!"
"Then I used to be number one in the school, skipped a grade, and you were counting down, are we friends?"
"yes!"
"So our grades and distance don't make us less than friends. Isn't the question you just asked an idiot? Even if we are not in the same grade, we are still best friends, right?"
Song Zhizhi concluded that Meng Qiuqiu was confused, which seemed right.
So what is he sad about?
"No, Song Zhizhi, but we won't be able to see each other or study together for a long time after that. Didn't a famous person say that time can dilute everything!"