Quick Wear Peace

Chapter 4: The Little Wife Running with the Ball 3

An Ning sat down in her seat and patted her chest. She was almost there.

An Ning looked to the side to see which page she was reading in the morning, but saw her deskmate baring his teeth and giving her a thumbs-up.

An Ning also nodded with her teeth bared. It was a must. She recalled that when she was in elementary school, she also entered the classroom when the bell rang.

The two felt a chill on their backs and turned their heads to look forward. The monitor was staring at them. They quickly lowered their heads and began to recite the text.

The monitor lowered his head in satisfaction.

"Ring, ring, ring." The class was finally over. My deskmate turned around and said, "Why are you almost late today? You always come early in the past."

"I got up late today." An Ning said embarrassedly.

"You are so awesome! Didn't you see the look in the monitor's eyes? He was almost angry. Hahahaha," said my deskmate Zhao Xin gloatingly.

"Don't say that." An Ning seemed to see the anger in the monitor's eyes, and quickly handed the homework to the class representative.

"Have you reviewed? Let's have an English mock exam." Zhao Xin asked.

"What? There's a mock exam today, and it's English." An Ning quickly recalled her original memory. It seemed like it was today, and the teacher mentioned it yesterday.

An Ning quickly took out the English book from the desk and started reviewing.

She had long since returned the knowledge to the teacher, especially English. It knows me, but I don't know it.

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An Ning walked home with a look of devastation on her face.

An Ning recalled the exam: The English words were okay, as she had just memorized a little bit. But especially the grammar, she was confused as to which one to choose. She could only use the oldest method, which was to choose the shortest of three long and one short, or the longest of three short and one long.

The system said in a sly voice: "Dear host, after the system's test, the host's results can only barely pass. It is still far from our goal. The host needs to work hard."

"I still passed. I thought I couldn't pass. Fortunately, it's okay." An Ning said with a relieved look.

"Tongtong, are you your most intelligent system?" An Ning asked.

"Of course." said the system proudly.

"Since you are the most intelligent system, then the exam questions should be a piece of cake for you," An Ning asked, rubbing his hands.

"Of course." The system said even more proudly.

"Can you help me during the exam? It doesn't have to be a lot, just a little bit." An Ning said, holding her little finger.

"Of course... no." The system reacted suddenly.

"The host must complete the task through his own efforts, but the system can help the host learn." said the system.

"How can I help? Do you have Doraemon's memory bread or a magic pill that allows you to have photographic memory?" An Ning said excitedly.

"Neither... No. The system can deliver electric shocks when the host's attention is about to be distracted while studying, thereby making the host a hundred times more alert." said the system.

"Thank you, but I don't need it. I thought about it and I have the perseverance to study again." An Ning said.

From then on, An Ning learned to feel nothing when static electricity touched her. This also taught her that there would be a price to pay for not studying hard, but that's a story for later.

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Through An Ning's hard work and the system's unremitting support, An Ning was admitted to a better local junior high school at noon.

On the eve of graduation, you must take graduation photos first.

"The shorter boy in the second to last row, move forward, I can hardly see you anymore." The photographer looked at the camera and spoke out.

"Hurry up." The photographer shouted again when he saw no one moved.

The dean stood up and looked back: "Lu Yangmu, I'm calling you, move forward."

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