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Tang Jian, who has always been very abstract and a fun-loving person, still has some concerns.

Because in the eyes of the teacher, he is also the kind of crooked student.

For a person who has always been very casual and natural, if he now says that he wants to do it well, the teacher will not believe it, and may even feel that he is just talking nonsense in a different place...

"Go ahead buddy."

At this time, Chen Yuan looked at Tang Jian with the attitude of a veteran, and said with great seriousness: "The starlight will live up to the passerby, Xiao Tang, please go ahead."

"I can go to you!"

In this way, Tang Jian decided.

Then, he appeared outside the office of Lao Mo's math grade group.

After hesitating for a while, he walked to the door and said, "Teacher Mo."

Lao Mo was putting away things. When he saw Tang Jian, he said, "What's the matter? Come in and talk."

So, Tang Jian walked over. Looking at Lao Mo, this usually very serious but absolutely competent teacher, after hesitating for a while, he lowered his head: "Hey, forget it."

"..." Lao Mo was stunned for a moment, then looked at him, "What the hell? Just tell me if you have anything to say."

"I……"

My character is actually a funny character.

It has always been this role.

Basically no one has ever seen this serious attitude in me.

The advantage of a funny character is that no one expects him to become a very powerful person.

Therefore, I am eager to change now. After the change, if I fail...

Isn't that very clowny?

In the entire No. 11 Middle School, there were only a few dozen students who passed the exams at Shanghai Dong University.

For a person like me, would it be overestimating my ability to set such a goal?

Tang Jian's silence gave Lao Mo a clue.

"Sit down and talk." Lao Mo unscrewed the thermos cup, took a sip of water, and then turned to Tang Jian.

"Thank you."

Tang Jian just sat opposite him.

After feeling a little more relaxed, he slowly raised his head, looked at Lao Mo, and asked, "Is it too late to start now?"

Without thinking, Lao Mo said directly: "It's not too late."

"Teacher, I haven't even told you what it is..."

Tang Jian complained quietly.

"No matter what happens, it's never too late to start. Of course, that includes what you said." Lao Mo said calmly.

Tang Jian's eyes gradually gave birth to a glimmer of hope.

Such encouragement came too timely. Last night, or to be precise these days, after he started studying, he discovered that the more he studied, the more ignorant he became.

The teachers at the school have already begun to prepare courses for the exam. They will not stop for their own sake and turn around to make up for their own Nuwa.

So the more he studied, the more discouraged Tang Jian became.

The more discouraged you are, the more hopeless you feel.

Because of his talent, he is just an ordinary person.

"Teacher." Tang Jian said after hesitation, "I want to pursue art."

"Art, fine art?" Lao Mo asked quite unexpectedly.

"Music." Tang Jian explained, "I have been playing the piano before."

"Oh, I've seen it before." Lao Mo remembered, "It was the party on the day of the study. You and Chen Yuan won the first place in the program together, right?"

"Do you think there is hope for me to study music?"

"I'm not a music teacher, I don't know." After Lao Mo said this, he added, "But it's good. When you played the piano, your whole person changed. That was the first time I saw you. So serious, completely different from the attitude I had when I was studying mathematics.”

"Hey, thank you teacher for the compliment..."

"Is this a compliment to you?"

"Then I will go to training in June?" Tang Jian asked.

"But I want to remind you." Lao Mo said seriously, "Your grades are currently hovering around the second level of public schools. If you work hard from now on, you will have a chance to pass the first level and sprint to Natsumi University of Science and Technology. "

"But I can't beat Haidong University."

"..." Hearing this, Lao Mo's eyes widened.

What?

"I want to study music because I want to go to that school." Tang Jian replied.

"But you have to know that even if you study music and have good scores in the joint entrance examination or school entrance examination, your cultural score must be at least 550. And you are far away from 550 now, and you have to exclude half a year of training..." Lao Mo didn't think this was something easy to accomplish.

His hope for Tang Jian is that from now on until he graduates from the college entrance examination, he can progress to 550.

But his ambition is a bit too big.

"Haha, I was just kidding." Tang Jian suddenly said, "After leaving music, I would be thankful if my culture can exceed 500."

"Wait."

Lao Mo raised his hand, interrupted him, and then after calculating, he said: "After you come back from the training camp, you still have three months. Before the training camp, you had two months. In these five months, you have to overcome Lose forgetfulness and get 550 points. This is basically impossible.”

Let me just say...

Knew it.

"but."

Lao Mo thought of a way and suggested: "If you don't miss the lessons and keep learning culture during the training, there is still some hope. But doing so will affect the effect of the training, and it is very likely that The results of the joint entrance examination and the school entrance examination are not good.”

"I can try!" Tang Jian said seriously.

When the other party proposed a solution, his tone suddenly became firm in order to express his determination.

"But replenishing your culture during training will leave you with only a little rest time."

"Why do you need to sleep so long while you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die."

"...It's not that exaggerated." Lao Mo touched his chin awkwardly and said, "In that case, it might cost a lot of money."

"It's okay, I can decide this."

"Oh, that's okay."

Only then did Lao Mo remember that Tang Jian's father was the director of the Human Resources Department of Xiahai Education Bureau.

In this case, the family conditions must not be bad.

The question then is whether to take such a risky move.

Because most people completely put aside cultural classes during training.

Moreover, the real reason why many people study art is to have the opportunity to study for an undergraduate degree or to read a book.

Tang Jian did this purely to achieve that ridiculously distant goal - Haidong University.

"One more thing."

After everything had been said before, Tang Jian was finally able to speak: "Jiaoyu... He Sijiao and Zhou Yu have been studying very hard recently. I want to switch to the seat next to Zhou Yu and study with them. In this way, You can also read Chen Yuan’s notes.”

"can."

"Teacher, I really know how to...eh, agree?"

Tang Jian was ready to fight for it, but the other party's straightforward attitude surprised him.

"Okay, I'll change it for you later."

"Teacher..." Tang Jian bit his lower lip and asked with some difficulty, "Do you believe me?"

"Well, the teacher believes in you."

As long as the other party is determined, Lao Mo is willing to believe in every student.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Tang Jian bowed vigorously to Lao Mo.

Then, he took out his cell phone.

"?!" Lao Mo looked at the mobile phone he took out, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Tang Jian, after typing two sentences, handed the phone directly to Lao Mo: "You will keep it until the training camp."

Lao Mo took the phone and said, "Then I'll put it in my drawer for you..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter even if it's lost."

"The school has surveillance, so it can't be lost so easily."

Lao Mo could see that this student was really determined.

And he may know where this determination comes from.

At the party that day, the girl who was pulled onto the stage by Tang Jian must be Changjun's.

It's like the girl who brought Chen Yuan food was from No. 4 Middle School.

Could it be that this is the way recent progress has been made?

Or is my education method outdated?

"goodbye teacher."

Just like that, Tang Jian bowed to Lao Mo again and left the classroom.

Lao Mo, on the other hand, smiled and sighed to himself: "Is it possible that these eighteen classes can go to many famous schools?"

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