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The next day, I resisted my drowsiness and finally got up after procrastinating. I want to say that getting up is really an act that requires perseverance!Fortunately, it is still hot now, what can I do if it is winter. .

The other 3 people had already gone to the classroom, and they gave up calling me after trying to call me N times. . .

I took time to change my clothes, put on my pen, and rushed to my classroom. I didn't even bother to bring my schoolbag. As soon as my butt was attached to the seat, the bell rang. Then Wang Xueqing appeared at the door of the classroom with the list of the examination room. She Report everyone's examination room once, and then everyone will move to the corresponding examination room. .

My examination room is the eighth, in the classroom of Class Nine. There are 42 people in each examination room. Looking at this form, I feel very familiar. .

As soon as the bell rang, the invigilator began to distribute the test papers. The first one was Chinese, which was the most troublesome for me. I dare say that I have never touched the Chinese class since the college entrance examination, so even if I am taking the junior high school Chinese test, I also feel very depressed. I finally managed to read modern Chinese, and I was already staring at gold stars. When I saw the following classical Chinese, I wanted to vomit blood even more. .

Having stayed in the USA for 10 years and speaking English for 10 years, now that I see these characters used by Chinese ancestors hundreds of years ago, I am really at a loss. .Turning over the front, I plan to solve the composition first. .

I didn't plan to control the Chinese scores at all, because I thought that even if I didn't control them, the test scores would not be very impressive. .

After finally finishing the composition, when I came back to read the classical Chinese text again, I could only say that I gave up, and filled in a few multiple-choice questions, while the translator was going to hand in the paper blank. .

"Ah~~~" I yawned, and then the Chinese exam ended in my sweet sleep.

During the 20-minute break between classes, most good students are trying to use this time to review, but I think the most taboo is to continue to review when the exam is approaching. Only when the blood circulation in the brain is smooth can it perform better. .

So I have arranged my studies after I came to the USA in this way, and the effect is very good. .

"Ring ring ring" the second math session begins. .

I continued to sleep on my stomach, waiting for the students in front of me to pass the test papers to me, but after waiting for a while, I didn’t get the test papers from the students in front of me. What I got instead was a pair of black high-heeled shoes, the style of which looked familiar. . .

I raised my head drooping on the table, and what I saw was Wang Xueqing standing next to me holding the test paper. I thought she would say something, but I didn't expect her to say anything. After sending the test paper to me, Send it to the next student.

As soon as the bell rang, the friction between the pen tip and the paper came one after another.When I was a student, I was best at mathematics. Looking at the simple junior high school mathematics in my pen, I can finish it in half an hour, but the key is that I have to calculate the scores well so as not to show my flaws. .

In the 2-hour math test, there was only half an hour left for me to sleep in the end. Why, because I spent an entire hour calculating the scores. People’s draft paper must be full of calculations, but mine is For the statistics of scores, I first put all the correct answers of the test paper on the questionnaire, and then deliberately wrote some wrong questions on the answer sheet. Finally, after a lot of thought, I got down satisfied. .

Of course, when I was lying down, I folded the test papers very well to prevent the invigilator Wang Xueqing from seeing it. .

The bell rang again, and the students put down their pens and handed in the answer sheets. I walked out of the examination room with the questionnaire and the pen. What I never expected was that when I returned to the classroom, I never found the scratch paper full of statistical scores! !I prayed in my heart, don't drop it in the examination room, even if I drop it in the examination room, don't be picked up by Wang Xueqing. . .

I ate lunch with anxiety, waiting for the third exam in the afternoon, English.

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