After returning to the dormitory after lunch, Nie Wan and Yao Manni both said depressedly that the test questions were difficult. Ling Xiaoxiao thought about the composition she almost finished, and nodded in a slight mood. She didn't know how to slap the math in the afternoon.

Brother Zhen was as heartless as ever. Dong’s father and mother adopted a policy of freeing up her studies. Ling Xiaoxiao once doubted how Brother Zhen got into the exam. How could this person be so unmotivated and think about entering the No. 8 Middle School?

Ling Xiaoxiao still remembers that Brother Zhen grinned at her and his teeth were white: "Of course, it's because I can live in the school at No. 8 Middle School and don't have to be taken care of. You don't know, my dad asked me to get up at half past four to do exercise with him. Not to mention running for more than ten or twenty laps, he would be thrown at least a hundred times every morning. It hurts so much."

After a short afternoon, the four of them entered the exam room again. After the math test paper, Ling Xiaoxiao took a rough look. The test questions all had the aura of the final big question, and they could solve the problem so much that they could vomit blood. The basic knowledge provided by the male god could be used too little. When she handed in the paper, she looked at the next few big questions, and was clean and white, and she wanted to cross out her name...

After the two-day exam, Ling Xiaoxiao sat in her position and felt tender on the outside. The atmosphere in the class was no longer as nervous and cheerful as before the exam. Everyone had a little seriousness on their faces, and there were really not many who had done the exam.

Liu Yan, Chiang Mai, walked into the classroom with his eight characters, looked at everyone's faces, and smiled: "Students, no matter how you answered, our final exam for the first half of the year of high school has ended. I believe that in this exam, everyone has realized their shortcomings. You are all top students from all over the country. I know the importance of learning, so I won't say more. I hope everyone can adjust their status and continue to maintain a good mental outlook in the next month's tutoring class.

In another two and a half years, you will be the ones who will welcome the college entrance examination. From now on, you must keep yourself tight. You must have the best condition and ability to welcome the college entrance examination and get into the school you like most."

The second day after the exam is the 31st, and then New Year's Day. This day is the holiday of No. 8 Middle School. Therefore, most students in the class have no time to listen to the class on the 31st day. After the courses of this semester, the deepening review stage will be until the winter vacation. Therefore, the teachers of each subject will also open the textbooks and start to summarize the knowledge points again.

The teacher summarized the knowledge points different from Jiang Zizhuo's. Although Jiang Zizhuo's is clearer and intuitive, the teacher's words are more practical. After all, they are experienced teachers and are definitely better than Jiang Zizhuo's teaching. Ling Xiaoxiao took out a notebook and carefully recorded what the teacher said next to the knowledge points compiled by Jiang Zizhuo, so that it is easier to compare when reading.

Brother Zhen had a problem that he wanted to celebrate his escape from the sea of ​​suffering after the exam. However, given that this person was unreliable last time, he led everyone to skewers in the cold wind, and this time everyone said nothing, and Brother Zhen wanted to resist several times but was ignored by everyone. In the end, Ling Xiaoxiao saw that she was pitiful and decided to take her to eat hot pot on the 1st day.

Yao Manni is from Bincheng and will definitely go back to spend New Year's Day with her family. Nie's mother called early in the morning and said that she would drive over to pick up Nie Wan on the 31st. Therefore, on the 1st, only Ling Xiaoxiao can accompany Brother Zhen to celebrate her so-called escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

Brother Zhen thought that they were too few, so he warmly invited Yue Pingjun and Jiang Zizhuo. As a result, for the first time, Yue Pingjun refused Brother Zhen in a dilemma because these two people also had to go home. They lived in school on weekdays and did not go home on weekends, which almost made people forget that they were actually locals in Bincheng.

When I came back after the New Year, the dull atmosphere in the class disappeared. Whether the exam was good or bad, the happy winter vacation was about to begin as soon as the tutoring for this month ended. Ling Xiaoxiao felt this atmosphere and smiled on her face.

The time for the grade party has been set, and it will be held in the auditorium on the afternoon of Sunday, the 11th. Each class has signed up for five programs to run for the election, and finally two to three will be set according to the specific circumstances of each class. In addition to Ling Xiaoxiao's crosstalk, Brother Zhen's martial arts were also selected. At the same time, the selected four-handed joints of 6 Qing and her deskmate were also selected.

After the exam, Zhou Shao started to harass Ling Xiaoxiao again. Their program was the finale, and how could they do not prepare for a few more times?

"Xiaoxiao, I changed some lines. Do you want to read it?" Zhou Shao pulled out his carefully revised lines from the desk and handed them to Ling Xiaoxiao.

This person was quite active. Ling Xiaoxiao took the line and read it. As she looked at it, her brows frowned. What did this person say? If you regard it as a growth prose, it would undoubtedly be successful, because the plot is vivid, the rhetoric and the joys and sorrows of the growth process are vivid and playful.

However, as a crosstalk joke, his modifications were completely unqualified because the previous burdens were eliminated. Moreover, as a type of folk art, the birth process of crosstalk was destined to take a high-end route. Almost every joke was expressed in a vulgar way to express the social form it was to be mapped. Too gorgeous rhetoric was not suitable for this kind of folk art method.

Zhou Shao was a little proud at first, and felt that he could finally show off his talent in front of Ling Xiaoxiao. As a result, before his eyebrows could fly, he saw Ling Xiaoxiao's expression becoming more and more serious, and then his face was full of disagreement.

"I won't comment on how you changed it. Let's find a paragraph to check it out and let Brother Zhen and Guo Guo listen to see if there is any funny thing before." Ling Xiaoxiao put down the lines in her hand and looked at Zhou Shao.

"Okay, okay, I'd like to listen again." Brother Zhen agreed. She didn't listen enough to the last time, so she wanted to listen again. Zhou Shao's deskmate Guo Guo also had the same expression.

Ling Xiaoxiao pointed at a point and signaled Zhou Shao to start. Ling Xiaoxiao still read new lines in the tone she used when she was on stage last time. Zhou Shao was the same. It was just two minutes later. Brother Zhen and Guo Guo didn’t laugh. Three minutes later, five minutes later, but they still didn’t laugh.

"Do you know where the problem is?" Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Shao, whose face was already dark, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Zhou Shao nodded first, then shook his head: "I seemed to understand a little, but I didn't understand it. I just polished it on the previous basis, why is the effect so much worse?"

Brother Zhen and Guo Guo were also very strange. They felt that they were the jokes they had before, but they were inexplicably not funny. They wanted to laugh several times, but they just couldn't catch the funny points and couldn't laugh at them at all.

"Why do you want to polish?"
Chapter completed!