Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 197 Recitation
On the way back from self-study tonight, Ruan Ruan was not as active as usual.

Even Li Qingmo, who had a rough nerve, saw something was wrong.

He also quietly pointed to Ruan Ruan and asked Qingran what happened to her?
You don't need to think about Qingran to know that Ruan Ruan's abnormality must be related to Song Shize who came here today.

But there are some things that Ruan Ruan doesn't want to say, and she doesn't dare to ask them. No matter how close they are, they also have their own little secrets.

Commonly known as - privacy thing.

So she randomly found an excuse to perfuse her brother, "Our class teacher said today that there will be a parent-teacher meeting this Saturday, and many students have become like this."

"Oh~" Li Qingmo's voice was drawn out, and he pursed his lips in a clear look.

After sending Ruan Ruan to the crossroads, Qingran stood under the streetlight at the intersection, watched Ruan Ruan cross the sidewalk, and felt relieved when she returned home.

Qingran frowned, wondering what happened between Ruan Ruan and Song Shize?She always felt that Ruan Ruan looked a little out of mind during evening self-study and after school.

But it's not good for her to ask Song Shize about this. After all, Song Shize is not serious at all. If she asks, maybe he can turn around and tease her.

Until the next morning, Ruan Ruan's mood didn't improve, but she looked even more depressed. Whether she was in class or after class, she just sat in her seat, staring at the books spread out on the desk.

Qingran did walk over, and asked her carefully if something happened?

Ruan Ruan shook her head at Qingran, forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, Ranran, just thinking about something."

She said that, what else can Qingran say?He could only go back to his seat and silently carried the book.

The day's plan is in the morning. I heard that the memory is the best in the morning, so the teacher asked them to memorize or read books in the morning.

Xie Ying'an came to class with Qingran, without Qingran's supervision, he just randomly picked up a book of required questions to do the same as yesterday, the speed of doing the questions was not as fast as he usually did, it was a bit perfunctory mean.

Qingran took the Chinese textbook and lightly touched Xie Ying'an's arm.

Seeing Xie Ying'an looking over, she smiled and raised the Chinese textbook in her hand: "Would you like to try memorizing it?"

Xie Ying'an looked at the Chinese document in Qingran's hand, his long eyelashes drooped slightly to hide the emotion in his dark eyes.

He didn't speak, but just stared at the Chinese book for a while, as if he was weighing whether to learn or not.

Qingran was extremely patient, Xie Ying'an didn't force her to say nothing, she patiently waited for his answer.

After a while, Xie Ying'an took the language document from Qingran, flipped through a few pages at random, and he couldn't hear any emotion in his voice: "Try it."

Just try it.

Qingran understood what Xie Ying'an meant, so she didn't look at the language documents anymore, and began to casually talk about the ancient poems she had learned: "Looking at Xidu, I hesitate."

Xie Ying'an couldn't be bothered by this, and he continued: "Sad Qin and Han scriptures, thousands of palaces and palaces have been made of soil. Xing, the people suffer, and death, the people suffer."

The young man's voice was clear and clear, and when he recited the ancient poems, he brought some pity from the ancient poems, which was unexpectedly pleasant to hear.

Qingran, who put her body and mind into her studies, had no time to care about the sound of his reciting poems. She immediately asked another question: "The hut in Luohuashui Township is late."

Xie Ying'an quickly continued the next sentence: "Selling fish at the end of the broken bridge."

Qingran: "How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robes as your son."

Xie Ying'an: "Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my spear and fight with you!"

Qingran: "Boundless fallen trees are rustling."

Xie Ying'an: "The endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

……

After trying more than a dozen songs in a row, Xie Ying'an was able to answer almost every song quickly and correctly.

Qingran was puzzled: "Don't you know all these things?"

How come it's time to fill in the blanks in the Chinese test paper?

Xie Ying'an had a look of joy on his face: "What you said is too simple, if it is more complicated, I might not be able to do it."

complex?

Qingran tried to read a few classical Chinese essays.

Sure enough, this time Xie Ying'an stumbled a bit when connecting again.

The corners of Qingran's eyes twitched fiercely, and she looked a little terrified: "Classical Chinese is actually your shortcoming? Classical Chinese is much longer than ancient poetry, you, you, you..."

One hundred times, you have to have some snacks, so recite it well!

Xie Yingan's expression of not wanting to memorize it was directly reflected on his face, he frowned slightly, "These don't count for much in the exam, and it's too troublesome to memorize..."

"Do you want to copy 100 times?" Qingran interrupted him, she closed the page of the classical Chinese text she just turned to, and said lightly: "If you want to copy the classical Chinese text that you don't know how to do correctly in the exam, If I copy it 100 times, I can only trouble you to copy it for me by the way."

Copying is impossible.

Especially for Xie Ying'an to copy classical Chinese, that is even more impossible, he doesn't even bother to memorize it, if he is asked to copy it, it is simply a dream.

What's more, now that reciting the text has more assistance from Qingran, he is naturally very happy to recite it.

Under Qingran's supervision, Xie Ying'an also began to recite the classical Chinese that he had learned in high school in the past two years during his morning self-study.

It was when Xie Yingan endorsed the letter that Qingran understood what real envy, jealousy and hatred are.

She almost had to memorize one piece of classical Chinese in the morning at the earliest, but look at Xie Yingan, who actually memorized two classical Chinese pieces in one morning self-study, and she didn't stumble at all when she recited it.

Hold!Why is there such a big gap between people?

The fact that there is a gap between people is an unsolved mystery in the world.

Qingran will not really get entangled.

While she was envious of Xie Ying'an's good memory, many people also envied her second grade in the grade. People, the main thing is to learn to be content.

Before the physics finals in August, their physics courses must not be left behind during this period.

Because Wen Shiyi was taught by Professor Yan in private, he didn't have to worry about this problem at all.

Qingran and Fang Jin, who were not taught, were not so good. During the lunch break, Fang Jin invited Qingran to the classroom where they had studied together before, and she took out a stack of new physics test papers.

Qingran looked at the test papers, with a puzzled face: "We can't finish the existing physics test papers, where did we buy this?"

"Hey!" Fang Jin waved his hand, and sat on the stool lazily, with a somewhat helpless look on his face: "It's not my mother, I heard that the students in the first high school in the city usually use these brushes, and bought them for me at a high price. .”

Fang Jin's mother, who was born in a nouveau riche, still bears in mind: knowledge is power.

For so many years, Fang's mother would not force Fang Jin to get some grades in the exam, but her Fang Jin is good enough.

Just because of Fang Jin's fighting spirit, Fang's mother can raise her chin high every time in front of a group of ladies who have children, but their children's grades are not as good as Fang Jin's, not to mention how airy she is.

Hearing that it was the test paper that Shiyi High School was going to study, Qingran became a little interested. She randomly picked out a paper to read, and the more she looked at it, the brighter her eyes became.

The novel physics test paper makes people want to do it just by looking at it.

But she still has her own worries: "If we buy it like this, do we count it as an infringement?"

Fang Jin patted Qingran's shoulder consolingly: "What rights are you infringing? My mother bought it with money. How could my mother think it was a pirated copy?"

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help herself, she covered her mouth and laughed.

Hearing what she said, Qing Ran who looked at the test paper did not feel that he pursed his lips and followed her with a smile.

(End of this chapter)