The phone in the backpack vibrated. Ling Xiaoxiao took out a text message from Brother Zhen and waved to Yue Pingjun happily. It was rare to have to go to evening self-study. The roommates wanted to eat that snack on the street and were asking her if she wanted to go.

Holding Ling Xiaoxiao's chemistry notes, Yue Pingjun sighed while flipping through them, and did not forget to show off to Jiang Zizhuo beside him: "This word is really beautiful. Look, there are typical examples and detailed explanations next to each knowledge point. Girls are just careful and don't care about borrowing it in the future. The notes compiled by classmate Ling are no worse than yours."

Jiang Zizhuo picked it up and turned over a few pages: "It's OK, please copy it for me."

As he said that, he returned the notes to Yue Pingjun, carried his schoolbag and walked out.

"Hey, you can't write it yourself," Yue Pingjun muttered in dissatisfaction. Seeing that the person had already walked away, he quickly walked out with his bag. "One or two are so bad, you know how to bully me."

Ling Xiaoxiao took Yue Pingjun's physics textbook and felt warm. The knowledge points compiled from the textbooks of key classes should be able to solve 6o% of the question types. She only needs to spend more time on the remaining 4o%, so she can always get some of the remaining 4o%. In this way, she will spend more time before the midterm exam. Passing can be guaranteed. How difficult it is...

With the book, she lost the intention of going for a walk. She called Brother Zhen and asked them to bring some food to make dinner for them. She was preparing to go back to the dormitory to organize the physics knowledge points. Physics is a difficult problem, and she made sufficient psychological preparations, but she didn't expect that she didn't even sort out half of the questions in one night. It was really difficult to find typical examples. Of course, this has a direct relationship with her own level...

The next day, it was rare that Ling Xiaoxiao did not go out for a morning jog. She got up early in the morning and continued to struggle in the dormitory. She finally finished her morning self-study and then she barely sorted out the knowledge points, but there were still some typical exercises that were not written into it.

"Brother Zhen. I know you like me the most. Go and help me send the book and this note to Yue Pingjun, okay?" Ling Xiaoxiao yawned and acted coquettishly with Dong Zhennan.

Brother Zhen looked at her sympathetically, and it was rare that she didn't talk to her. She took the book and book and went out. Ling Xiaoxiao was so tired that she just wanted to sleep on the table. This was just physics. She hadn't started to sort out math... She wanted to cry after thinking about it...

The English test was scheduled for the last two classes on Tuesday afternoon. Ling Xiaoxiao paid a little attention in the past two days. Except for normal review and preview, almost no one in the class focused on English. It seems that students in ordinary classes have given up the idea of ​​striving for this type of exam.

At noon on Tuesday, Yue Pingjun sent her physics notes through her classmates. What surprised her was that the knowledge points she sorted out were modified, and some people helped her to make up for the typical exercises that were not equipped with. Looking at the handwriting, it turned out exactly the same as those in the chemistry textbook...

This person is actually cold-faced and warm-hearted. Ling Xiaoxiao's little heart couldn't help but thump a few more times. This person's handwriting is so beautiful, and his handwriting is like his own.

Ling Xiaoxiao was in a very good mood all afternoon. Although the expression on her face was still the same, the smile on the corner of her mouth became much more real. However, her good mood only lasted until the English test in the afternoon. The large number of new words and slang in the test paper made her more and more depressed. Even the beautiful handwriting of the male god could not save her.

"Didn't Teacher Zhou hold the wrong test paper? Even the college entrance examination paper is almost like this, right?" Brother Zhen lay on the table depressedly. She was now covered with a strong low pressure. If nothing unexpected happens, she will definitely not pass!

"It probably didn't. I specifically confirmed with her when I went to get the test paper." Ling Xiaoxiao was also depressed. She remembered that the CET-4 test of English in her previous life was just like this.

Brother Zhen lay down and was decadent for a while, then he suddenly looked up as if he had thought about something: "You said such a difficult test paper. How are the good students in the key class answering?"

Ling Xiaoxiao knew what Brother Zhen meant when she heard it, but she thought about it and said, "Why don't you say that she is also a key class, she should be much better than us."

"No, I will ask that guy Yue Pingjun tomorrow. That guy has been boasting that their classmates are very good at English. There is no problem with oral conversation." Brother Zhen is still a simple child, and his brain circuits are two fewer than Ling Xiaoxiao.

Ling Xiaoxiao never doubted Yue Pingjun's words. No. 8 Middle School is the top three key high schools in the province. On such a campus, no matter how outstanding people are, they can exist. Not to mention others, Jiang Zizhuo can speak fluent American language. This is what she heard by chance in her previous life. A person who is so good at English as soon as she went to college must not be bad in high school. His level is not outstanding in English in class, and the outstanding ones should be more powerful.

However, speaking and exams are different. The most fundamental purpose of language is communication. You don’t have to worry about whether the grammar is accurate or whether the words are used in a standard way. As long as the other party understands your meaning, the two parties can communicate without obstacles. However, the exams are different. Grammar, various tenses, prepositions, and voices cannot be wrong. If you make mistakes, points will be deducted.

Therefore, although Ling Xiaoxiao did not doubt the English level of the students in the key class, she still had a certain degree of skepticism about their test-taking abilities, which is why she slightly agreed with Brother Zhen.

During the National Day holiday, most people in the school had to go home. The dormitory manager's aunt confirmed the number of people staying at the school one by one. Except for a few freshmen in the first year of high school, the rest were packed up and waited for the holiday.

After the last class on Thursday morning, the National Day holiday officially began. Ling Xiaoxiao and the others had get out of class for a few afternoons, and they didn't even bother to eat lunch, so they rushed back to the dormitory.

"Xiaoxiao, are you keeping Yue Pingjun borrowing math textbooks?" Brother Zhen confirmed the things in his backpack, and then looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and said.

"Yes, he brought it to me yesterday, but I didn't have time to sort it out, but I've told him that I'll return the book to him after the holiday. What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Ling Xiaoxiao's backpack was full of books, and she had nothing to take back.

"It's okay, just ask. Remember to copy the math notes for me after you finish it. In the past week, I haven't figured out what the teacher said." Brother Zhen has also felt the pressure of learning recently, but her pressure comes from the stimulation of the English exam.

"No problem, I'll give it to you when I've sorted it out."
Chapter completed!