Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

The students of Roy School welcomed their midterm exams in a happy atmosphere.

Then it turns out that under the absolute pressure of exams, it will still be sad when you are sad.

After the nine exams were over, the students were completely numb and didn't want to know how they did.

Title: [Mathematics] High School Mathematics Discussion Group

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873F (out of refill): Prediction: Campus Belle still gets full marks in math, [lights a cigarette]

874th floor OP: I bet one dollar

875th floor (Xiaomiji): I bet one

876th floor (Question Sea Tactician): I bet my homework, [spread]

877th floor (40% wit): But the school beauty hasn't been in class for half a year. The school's teaching progress has been quite fast in the past six months.

878th floor (Yumiji): You above have no idea about the horror of campus beauties, [shakes head]

879th floor (Beijing tourist): The school beauty has the school hunk's notes, no matter how bad the school beauty is, she can't be that bad.

Floor 880 (Anonymous): A few days before the exam, I saw the school hunk sitting next to the school beauty explaining the questions to him. He guaranteed full marks, okay?

881st floor (Beijing visitor): Why are there no pictures? I have them! Huh?

Floor 882 (Anonymous): Is it possible that if I took photos at that time, I would receive double stares from both the campus beauty and the campus hunk?

883rd floor (Beijing tourist): I don’t care! I don’t care! You’re guilty of not taking photos!

Floor 884 (Question Tactician): As expected, the topic will go off track as soon as the campus beauty is mentioned, classmates. Can we go to the CP post if it is not a related topic?

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"Brother!" "Knock knock" "Brother, get up!"

In the morning, Huo Lin was woken up by Mo Heng's voice again.

Ever since Chu Jun came back, he had stopped setting the alarm because he would be woken up every day by Mo Heng calling him Brother Chu anyway.

"I'm up~" After hearing his brother's answer, Mo Heng did not leave immediately, but waited at the door for a while.

After a while, as expected, there was no sound of his brother getting out of bed. Mo Heng knew that his brother had probably fallen asleep again.

Mo Heng gently pushed open the door and walked into Chu Yun's bedroom.

Huo Lin, who was eating breakfast at the dining table, was no longer surprised by this. After feeling sorry for himself for the umpteenth time because no one cared about him, he ate two mouthfuls of porridge and went out.

In Chu Yun's room, the curtains were not yet opened. The young man curled up in the quilt, his head resting on the pillow, and fell asleep again.

"Brother, you're going to be late for school." Mo Heng walked quietly to Chu Yun's bed, squatted down and whispered in Chu Yun's ear.

But such a gentle voice naturally had no effect on a person who had difficulty getting out of bed. Instead, the person in the quilt was annoyed by the noise and stretched out a hand from under the quilt to probe around, trying to stop Mo Heng from continuing to speak.

The hand was elegant in shape, with long fingers, distinct joints, and fair and smooth skin. Each finger exuded refinement and delicacy, like a work of art.

Mo Heng gently held Chu Yun's hand, and then looked at his brother sleeping soundly. He was so bold that he quietly put his brother's hand to his mouth and touched it lightly with his lips.

Then, Mo Heng got up, just like every day before, to prepare clothes for his brother to change for the day, and began the long wake-up service again.

Twenty minutes later, when Chu Jun came to the classroom, she was smiling, well-dressed, and even her hair was carefully styled. She was still the most beautiful school belle in the hearts of her classmates.

It’s a pity that they don’t know that this is all the result of the school hunk’s hard work and pampering.

At the class meeting after morning reading, the head teacher began to announce the test results as usual.

As expected, Chu Yun once again won the first place, and of course he got full marks in mathematics.

The top students in Class 5 of Grade 1 felt like they had suffered a dimensionality reduction attack. It seemed that they were not working hard enough and needed to continue to emulate their role models.

Apart from the time spent in competitions and piano practice, the school beauty must have never slacked off in her studies during the past six months, which is why she was able to get such a good score.

Chu Yun's achievements inspired other slacking students, and set off a new wave of learning enthusiasm in Roy School.

The class teacher and school leaders were very satisfied with this.

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Tall banyan trees are planted on both sides of the green path next to the teaching building. The chirping of cicadas begins to be heard one after another from the trees, and can be heard from far away.

When the students heard this familiar voice, they knew that the college entrance examination was about to begin again.

The countdown in front of the senior high school classroom starts with "00".

After three years of hard work, it’s time to give it a try.

For freshmen and sophomores, the three days of the Gaokao seemed much the same. The sun was still blazing, the air still sweltering. Everyone was immersed in their studies, striving for a better future.

But one day, I happened to look out the window and saw test papers falling like snow in early summer.

In the teaching building next door, seniors stood by the windows, singing happily. On the path leading to the dormitories and the cafeteria, pairs of students walked hand in hand.

Behind them, flowers fell all over the ground, just like the passage of time and the mark of youth.

Looking back on our freshman year of high school, we often lament how time passed so slowly. The daily piles of homework and dictation tasks weighed heavily on us, and the next weekend always seemed so far away, making it difficult to get through.

However, by the time I reached senior year, time seemed to kick into high gear. The time it took to memorize a word, solve a physics problem, or write a text from memory was all reduced to a countdown by the blackboard: 1-1-1.

Every time the countdown shortens, it means they are one step closer to the college entrance examination. The classmates who were once in the same class are about to go their separate ways.

Some of them will become international students to experience the customs and culture of foreign countries; some will enter top domestic universities and become the country's reserve talents; and some may take over the family business early and become a member of society.

No matter where they go in the future, the time they spent working together in high school will always be etched in their hearts.

When they look back on their youth one day, they might long for the person they can't forget, the unforgettable event, and the rain of test papers that fell like snow. These memories will become their most precious treasures, accompanying them through every stage of their lives.

In the evening, the members of the Student Union organized each class to pick up the papers spread on the floor while cursing and swearing.

Some students laughed out loud with their friends when they saw the strange mistakes made on the test papers by their seniors.

But happiness is always short-lived. After the final exams and summer vacation, the students who were promoted from the first to the second year of high school began to be divided into arts and science classes.

Chu Yun naturally went to the art class, while Mo Heng went to the science class.