Tang Ji crossed his long legs and sat down 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?" Tang Ji then remembered that it seemed that he, she, and they all knew about it, but Tang Ji alone didn't know about 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 it's this." Ling Chuyang smiled, casually brushed his bangs on his forehead, and inadvertently glanced towards the left front of the classroom, and then moved his eyes back again. In front of him lay the photos taken by Ling Chu.
On the Chinese language test paper, there is a bright red mark of 65. A score of 65 seems to be a hindrance.
Huh? What did Tang Ji see? Ling Chuyang was smiling. The corners of his mouth were raised in a nice arc, his slender eyes were slightly raised, and his whole face suddenly softened. He never knew that this
Boy, you actually have such a side, and the way you smile is 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? What good things are you talking about? Let me tell you."
"How often have I laughed?" Ling Chuyang said calmly, "It's time for you to get glasses."
"Just now, obviously." Tang Ji blinked, huh? Is he really short-sighted? The Ling Chuyang in front of him still has an expressionless "paralyzed face" that has not changed for thousands of years. Hey, I am off topic again, Ling Chuyang
He hasn’t answered his question yet. “Why is she targeting you?
"Didn't you hear? The grades are so bad that they are holding back their class." Ling Chuyang said as he closed the Chinese test paper and threw it on the pile of books in front of him. He picked up a book and pressed it on
on the test paper.
"What are you collecting? 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's really good. It's the same as before, reading comprehension, abcd, four quiz questions and one and a half answers. When I turned to the last page, the essay didn't fill 800 words.
"Brother, you can still be careful. The four multiple-choice questions for reading comprehension should not be sorted by abcd every time, okay." Tang Ji was really speechless, "Also, this reading comprehension is still a teacher.
Review the original questions taught in class, the same original questions."
"Did you tell me?"
"I've talked about it." Tang Ji replied affirmatively, "I emphasized it three times, Li Bai's required text "The Road to Shu is Difficult".
"forget."
After hearing Ling Chuyang's nonchalant reply, Tang Ji raised his head from the test paper, "Hey! Ling Chuyang is, 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 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 think you've also counted it? It's almost 60 points, so don't do it."
"Aren't you just like me?" Ling Chuyang snorted habitually, did not reply, covered his mouth and yawned, then lay down on the table.
"I'm different from you, I just have a bad composition." Tang Ji shot back. In the words of the Chinese teacher of Class 4, his composition is like a lazy woman's feet that are smelly and long. If the composition is improved, the Chinese score will improve.
A leap forward. This is true, but how can it be improved?
The teacher said that he should read more and improve his sense of language. He read it, but it had little practical effect on the composition. His reading comprehension has improved a lot, and now there is no deduction for points.
The teacher also said that you should read more excellent compositions and imitate them first before writing them yourself. To read is to read, and to imitate is to imitate. But when it comes to writing, you will either spell a sentence here or there;
I don't know what to write; or I have finished writing 800 words, but the matter has not been finished yet. In short, I borrowed the last sentence of Mr. Zhuge's "Shi Shi Biao" to summarize it and I don't understand it.
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 close friends.
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, just counted the words in the essay, and did whatever he wanted in the exam. He was not like this before. Tang Ji couldn't help but think
Junior high school.
At that time, Ling Chuyang was a prominent figure in Dexi Town Middle School.
He had good grades and excellent academic performance, and his grades had never been among the top five in his grade. Although at that time, there were only five classes in each grade in Dexi Town, there were at least three to four hundred students.
Ling Chuyang is the best among people. He has participated in all competitions: physics, mathematics, Chinese language newspaper, and excellent calendar competition. He has never come back with the top three awards. 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 short crew cut, no long bangs, slender eyes and a cool expression. He was dubbed the "Town God". There were always 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 is the situation? To be precise, what is the situation starting from the first grade of high school? No, no, it starts from the high school entrance examination of the third grade of junior high school? Or, even further forward.
But unexpectedly, it started when the results of the high school entrance examination in the third grade of junior high school came down. Ling Chuyang only scored 95 points in the 150-point Chinese test paper. He usually scored more than 90 points out of 100. Let alone the high school entrance examination.
At that time, Tang Ji, who thought he had no talent in Chinese language, scored 110 points on the Chinese test. In ordinary tests, Tang Ji could not get 80 points on a 100-point paper, but he was quite satisfied if he could score 90 points on a 120-point paper.
I don’t know if Ling Chuyang fell asleep when he was taking the Chinese test. But fortunately, he still successfully entered Yunling Middle School.
He was in the first grade of high school, but was placed in the ordinary class of Class 4. In the first month of the mock test, Ling Chuyang ranked first in Class 4 and broke into the top 50 of the school's top 100 list. Sun Weile, the teacher of Class 4, could not be bothered.
After talking about it, he was regarded as the national 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 became his dormant classes. The class teacher worked hard every day and talked so much that Tang Ji couldn't help but listen.
His scalp was numb every day and he studied professionally, but Ling Chuyang still went 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 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, which made Tang Ji look confused.
What's the reason? Ling Chuyang doesn't say it, but Tang Ji naturally doesn't know either.
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 substitutes around him?
Who is he worrying about?
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, was he still prepared to continue like this?
The "ding" sound of the preparation bell brought Tang Ji back to his senses.
His question was circumvented by this kid again. No wonder he couldn't improve his composition. It turned out that it was too easy to go off topic!