After I got home, I called Chen Fang, but no one answered.
Later, I called several times, but no one answered.
Later, he received the admission notice from Jingyun Normal University.
He was thinking that Chen Fang and Wen Yiyi should have gone to other places together.
When he was studying in Lingnuo, School Zhan praised Wen Yiyi more than once at the school meeting in the new semester, saying that she was a rising star of University B and would definitely go to University B. When School School Zhan said that, he also obeyed.
He looked at the crowd in the direction of Class 1.
Ahem, but I have never seen too many people looking at Wen Yiyi.
Later, when he heard those words, he looked at the people around him.
He noticed that Chen Fang looked proud, as if he was praising himself.
During the second semester of his senior year in high school, he overheard his classmates whispering that the top five students in Lingnuo would have a chance to be admitted to University B.
After hearing this, he quietly pursed his lips. None of this had anything to do with him. He had always been self-aware. Besides, his goal was very clear, to go to Jingyun Normal University.
He also asked Chen Fang where he planned to apply for the exam.
When he asked Chen Fang what he said, he had already passed the second model, Wen Yiyi was still first, and Chen Fang finally managed to squeeze into the top twenty, ranking fifteenth in the school.
After the liberal arts class was divided into classes, Wen Yiyi was in the science class! Her grades were still the same as before, ranking first in the science class, which was more than 80 points higher than the first place in the liberal arts class.
Chen Fang, like him, also majored in science, but was placed in the second class.
According to the head teacher, Classes 1 and 2 of Science are key classes, Classes 3 to 4 are secondary key classes, and the other six classes are parallel classes. There are also two classes and four parallel classes in liberal arts classes. Those so-called parallel classes
Here, it is said that he is a so-called art candidate.
Ahem, how much can you trust what the head teacher says?
It would be strange to believe that the head teacher who has been taking care of him since the first year of high school.
There were clearly people in Classes 3 and 4 who were on the Hundred List, and they were not much less than his class. More importantly, he found that almost one-third of the people in Class One were on the Hundred List.
He vaguely felt that Class 1 was the so-called key class, and Classes 2 to 4 were the secondary key classes.
Because there are only sixty people in class one, and there are more than seventy people in class four through class one.
When his eyes fell on his deskmate Chen Fang, he rejected his original idea again.
After Chen Fang was divided into classes, his grades steadily improved. He had never been among the top 50 in his previous school. By the midterm exam of his second year of high school, he was already in the top thirty-five. By the time he was in his third year of high school, he was already in the top three.
Ranked ten, and by the second semester of my senior year of high school, I was already close to the top twenty.
He could clearly see that the head teacher looked at Chen Fang with gentle eyes.
Now Chen Fang is a latecomer and has successfully occupied the first place in the second class. The previous first place, that elegant little girl, actually fell to the fifth place in the class.
Fifty outside, sixty inside.
And he, ahem, let’s not mention it, is much better than Chen. He has been hanging outside the top fifty, dangling in the sixty-plus position. With a little effort, he can rush forward.
Sixty, but if I relaxed a little bit, I fell out of sixty again as expected.
The class teacher is very worried. For three consecutive months, he has to talk to him twice every month to make him calm down. He must study like his deskmate Chen Fang and rise steadily. He cannot be like swinging on a swing.
Up and down.
He listened, nodded, and then asked the class teacher uncertainly for confirmation. According to the past rules, could the top 100 students be admitted to the undergraduate program?
After hearing this, the head teacher immediately lowered his face and looked at him steadily, "Can you still be promising? I'm talking to you about the top fifty, what are you talking about?"
After hearing this, he nodded quickly, "Good job, listen to the class teacher and study hard."
Indeed, after the exact results came out, he squeezed into the top sixty without exception and achieved the best result ever, ranking fifty-third.
The head teacher's face was so happy that he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, with this score you can at least get admitted to Jingyun University. If you work harder, you might be able to get admitted to the provincial capital."
He felt happy after hearing this and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: Don't worry, Teacher Li, I will do my best.
From this point of view, Jingyun Normal University is safe for him.
As soon as I was happy, I unconsciously relaxed a little. As a result, after the results came out, I was taken to the office by Lao Li and was severely criticized because my nose was not my eyes.
Finally, he said harshly that if he continued to relax like this, he would eventually fall out of the top eighty, and he might not even be able to go to Jingyun Normal University.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel panicked, that wouldn't work. It seemed that he still had to work hard!
Hey! He nodded, vowed to "study hard and strive to be in the top 50 in the third model" and left the class teacher's office.
In fact, it's not a bad idea not to go to Jingyun Normal University. He can go to Jingyun University, but from then on, he and Wang Ningning will be on different paths.
Forget it, study hard and get admitted to Jingyun Normal University, that’s the last word!
Returning to the classroom, he saw Chen Fang staring out the window in a daze. He suddenly remembered, which school is Chen Fang going to?
He actually wanted to know, if Wen Yiyi really recommended B University, wouldn't Chen Fang be left alone? According to Chen Fang's second model's results, although he is improving every time.
But there is still some distance between him and the top five. Could it be that Chen Fang will become the dark horse in the college entrance examination?
I'll go, if that's the case, I'd really envy S!
I can go to college with the girl I like! It’s the best and best school!
What a winner in life!
Seeing the thoughtful look on Chen Fang's face, Wei Ze couldn't help but mutter in his heart, NND, you are so self-conscious, and you are still pretending to be serious and cool.
He knew that there were several girls in the class who secretly had a crush on Chen Fang. He also knew that there were several boys in the next class who also had a crush on Wen Yiyi.
But, ahem, in Wen Yiyi's eyes, everyone seems to be like air.
He could deceive others but could not deceive him. He knew that the relationship between Wen Yiyi and Chen Fang was unusual.
Wei Ze smiled, sat down, looked at Chen Fang, and asked in a leisurely manner: "Little Fangfang, which school are you going to apply for?"
Chen Fang smiled with a proud look on his face: It's a secret!
Ah.
It's a secret! secret!
Not to mention pulling him down, he was just jealous!
Haha, I never thought that on the day of registration at Jingyun Normal University, I would see Chen Fang walking past him with a serious look on his face.
At that moment, he was stunned and rubbed his eyes. He must have seen the wrong person or was dazzled.
But when I glanced up and saw Chen Fang's familiar hairstyle that was so short that it was almost electric, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
NND, God is so eye-opening!
It turns out that Chen Fang is not the favorite of God!
He turned around, walked a few steps, came over, and hooked Chen Fang's shoulder. Then, seeing the astonishment on Chen Fang's face, he rolled his eyes at him, took his hand away, and walked straight forward.
Gone.
Thinking of this, Wei Ze couldn't help but want to laugh again.
God is really fair!
"Ha!" Chen Fang glanced at Wei Ze, "Who doesn't know about the trivial matter between you and Wang Ningning? I'm not blind. I found out about it in the first month of the second semester of high school."