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I knew very well that even if I could take the No.1 exam like a knight, my dad would not give me a second glance, because he is my dad, not my head teacher.He doesn't love me, because he hasn't loved me since I was born, and it has nothing to do with my academic performance.

But even knowing it, I still secretly worked hard.Since that night, I have allocated a lot of time to study - occasionally listening to a few lectures, and writing homework more diligently.

I am so consciously doing useless work, not to obtain a substantive result, but to make me feel a lot more comfortable in this way-as if I have a qualification to look forward to.

I have experienced such a situation in school. During the exam, I will always encounter questions that I can't do.However, half a page of paper was left blank on the scroll, so it was really inappropriate to leave it blank.So even if you don’t know it, you have to piece it together, rack your brains to put all the formulas you can think of, write the answer space full, and randomly calculate an answer that is absolutely impossible to be the correct answer.

In fact, it is not the key to expending such a lot of effort, but the key is to show the teacher that I have worked hard, and there is hard work even if there is no credit.Mostly it can arouse the softness in the teacher's heart, and the process of giving a little bit of charity will be given away as soon as the pen is loosened.Secondly, it can also make myself feel less guilty, as if I have mastered this knowledge, but I just thought about this question wrong.

What I do is something like this.

In fact, the liberal arts courses are not bad. Rote memorization is not difficult for me.But I'm really not good at mathematics, and I haven't studied hard for so many years, and my mathematics ability is still almost at the level of elementary school students, so even reading the answers is like reading a bible.

I'm really overwhelmed. At most, I will consult the top student in our class, and I won't ask the knight if I kill him.

It stands to reason that with his help, my learning journey will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort, but I made up my mind not to ask him.Still just chatting nonsense with him as before, without mentioning a word about studying.

I think I'm a little wary of him in this matter, maybe because I'm afraid that he will laugh at me, maybe because I secretly regard him as an "enemy"...

In the past, apart from being responsible for living well, I only arranged for myself the task of playing, so I almost devoted myself to my friends.But now that I have asked for the drudgery of learning, I have spent more than half of my time with the Cavaliers.I don't think he likes me being around him all the time either, and it seems like a good idea to keep him from getting bored with me.

My life became so busy. I was so busy until the end of November. I was looking forward to showing my skills in the monthly exam in December. The bottom ten in the class was my goal.This is no longer an easy task for me. After all, I never got a better result than the bottom three in high school.

One morning during self-study, the head teacher suddenly brought a transfer student.I looked up and found that the transfer student looked very familiar.As soon as he spoke, I was sure I was right. He was my best friend in junior high school.

His name is Wu Jiakun, from Fujian, with a very cute southern Hokkien accent.He was already tall and tall, but he seemed to have grown a lot taller after not seeing him for half a year.Because he likes to exercise, his skin is a healthy wheat color, and his teeth look particularly white when he smiles.His figure is very capable of being a school bully, but his appearance is very kind.The facial features are large and neatly arranged on the face.Big eyes, double eyelids, high nose bridge, thick lips, and a pair of deep dimples on his cheeks when he smiles.

He doesn't have the aura of a school bully, but he's a little silly.

After he introduced himself, before the head teacher arranged a seat for him, he looked at me knowingly, grinned, and hopped to my side with a pair of long legs.Hula pulled back the chair, sat down, and raised her hand to the teacher in charge, "Teacher, I'll just sit here."

Wu Jiakun is very good at arranging himself on his own, always embarrassing others.At this moment, the head teacher was embarrassed, cleared his throat, picked up the homework book that he had just put away: "Okay, let's get ready for class first."

Wu Jiakun threw his schoolbag to the side of the chair, slapped me on the back, and said cheerfully, "Yuaner, I'm back again!"

Our habit here is to sometimes add "er" to the end of a person's name to form an er-hua sound with the preceding word, and call it as a nickname.But he has a southern Hokkien accent, and he can't pronounce the Erhua sound. When he speaks it, he becomes a "garden goose", which is very strange.

Fortunately, he has been calling me that for three years, and I have long since gotten used to it. I was pleasantly surprised at his arrival: "Didn't you go back to Fujian?"

He only came here with his parents when he was in elementary school, and he has not settled the household registration problem. He is a borrower.Because the college entrance examination has to go back to the place of household registration, so he originally wanted to go back to Fujian to study in high school.And his grades are worse than mine, so it is absolutely impossible for him to be admitted to our high school.And the people who come to our school through connections are rich people. For example, my dad’s “investment” money for the school is no problem to change the school.But his parents are both workers, so they must not afford to "invest".

Wu Jiakun smiled indifferently: "My parents divorced, and I remarried with my mother. My stepfather is the male owner of the house where my mother was a nanny before. He is very powerful, and I have settled for my household registration and school."

I made up a scene in which the mistress was in the top position. I didn't know what expression to make, so I pursed my lips and smiled at him: "Mmm...that's pretty good."

He put his hands in his pockets, put his calves on his knees, leaned on the back of the chair grandly, and tilted the chair at an angle: "Yes, it's very good! I can be a classmate with you again!"

I probably didn't smile very naturally, and I told him to see something, and he turned around to help me, saying, "Oh, what kind of expression do you have! Think too much! My mother is not a mistress, that person is old. Widowed."

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Love knows no age."

He laughed loudly: "Yuanyuan, why are you still so simple! That old man is half paralyzed, what a fart love is."

I don't know what expression to make, he is still so easily embarrassing.

Although it is awkward from time to time, I still welcome him.Because he sincerely regards me as a friend, not because I am rich.When we were in junior high school, we ate together. He never asked me to pay the bill once, and it was always AA system.

I asked him before why he was willing to play with me.He said it was because I was pretty.After hearing this, I thought he was joking about my looks and got angry.But he said solemnly: "I really think you look good, and being my younger brother is pleasing to the eye, very good." After he finished speaking, he couldn't help himself, and burst out laughing.

I don't care about him and tolerate his bad jokes, because I like him very much (friend's like).I think he is sincere, lively and sunny all over.In addition to this, there is another reason - he is worse than me in studies, and with him, someone will always put me at the bottom, and will not let me fall into the embarrassing situation of being the last one.