The deskmate was silent again, and after a few times, he finally confessed; "Tell the truth, what exactly do you want to do? You are not late, and you study early seriously? Are you stimulated by Gu Luoqi's results? You finally realized
You are so different from her, are you going to work hard and study hard to narrow the gap between you?"
"you are annoying?"
The boss dropped the book.
There was a clang, and there was silence in the classroom. The next second, the sound of morning reading was heard again.
But the expressions on everyone's faces were 'Sure enough'.
Xie Shuangyang is still the same Xie Shuangyang as usual. Reading early in the morning is just three minutes of excitement for him.
My deskmate waved his hands in fright: "No, I just thought you were weird today and thought you were stimulated in some way."
"..."
Xie Shuangyang was silent, and the anger on his face strangely subsided.
He remembered what Ye Chenchen said yesterday about him being a waste. After a long while, he asked his deskmate: "Do you think if I start working hard now, I can get into a good university?"
Deskmate:"……"
He looked at Xie Shuangyang up and down with the eyes of an alien.
"Are you serious?"
"Nonsense!" Xie Shuangyang scratched his hair irritably and spoke in a deep voice, "Didn't you say that there are also people who start working hard in the last few months and then successfully counterattack and get admitted to a good university?"
A row of black lines fell on the forehead of my deskmate.
He tried his best to speak in a very tactful tone: "Shuangyang, I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm. Think about it for yourself, how long has it been since you studied?"
Xie Shuangyang: "..."
I haven’t studied since junior high school.
I give up on myself and feel boring.
Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to understand the phonetic symbols.
His deskmate didn’t know what was irritating him, so he could only comfort him: “There are indeed examples of that kind, but they must have a certain foundation. You can’t ask someone who can’t even solve equations to do analytic geometry, right?
"
The more I talk, the more desperate I become!
Xie Shuangyang became even more irritable.
Seeing that he really wanted to study hard, his deskmate thought for a moment and said, "You can find a teacher outside school to make up lessons for you, and then you have to spend ten times more time than others to make up for all the missed lessons. But you
You know, this process will be very, very painful."
Is there anything more painful than being called trash by the person you love?
Xie Shuangyang sneered at herself.
"I see."
His deskmate patted him on the shoulder: "I support you."
The classmate in front suddenly turned around and handed him a carefully folded note: "Xie Shuangyang, someone gave this to you."
"..."
Xie Shuangyang opened it and saw a passage.
He sneered, and when his deskmate was about to come over to take a look, he crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
"What's wrong? Who gave you the love letter?" the deskmate asked curiously.
"without."
Xie Shuangyang said, picked up the English book again, and awkwardly recited the phonetic symbols.
My deskmate turned his head silently and couldn't bear to look at it. Eight of the ten phonetic symbols were pronounced incorrectly.
So where did he get the confidence to counterattack?
…
Xie Shuangyang went to the canteen as usual after class.
Then, he was blocked.
Ye Chenchen looked at him aggrievedly: "Why didn't you come to see me?"
In the past, Xie Shuangyang would never bear to see her sad, but what could be more hurtful than hearing those words with his own ears?
Xie Shuangyang walked past her carrying a drink.
Ye Chenchen grabbed his arm with quick eyes and hands: "Xie Shuangyang, listen to my explanation!"