a memo

Chapter 11
"Is there anyone you like in high school?" I've been asked this all the time lately.

"No, but there are worshipers." I replied.

The person I admire sits in front of me and calls himself the Marshal.

When the countdown to the college entrance examination was [-] days, the seat was slightly adjusted, and I sat behind him.

Dashuai is very good at mathematics and is often the first in the class.Even if he is good, he often helps other students.Generally, when other students ask him questions, he will answer them patiently, and the draft paper will give you a good sketch.

It may be because of the good relationship between the front and back tables, or because I am too stupid. Every time I ask him a question, he always looks superior, and then stretches out his hand: "Here, a pen."

I "humblely" handed over the pen, and he drew a sketch for me and threw it back, pointing at the drawing with the pencil: "Is this coordinate already out? Just substitute the coordinate into the known formula."

My reaction was: "Huh? What coordinates? Isn't point P a moving point?"

Then he looked at me like a fool, sighed, slowly wrote me the process, and handed it to me.

I explained: "Sometimes my brain turns slowly, please understand."

"It's not that your brain turns slowly, you just have no brain at all." He knew that I would hit him, and when he said this kind of thing, he usually ran away before leaving class after school.

Dashuai's life is very regular, including going to the toilet.

After the first class every morning, you must go to the pit.

Don't think I'm a pervert who pays attention to when other people go to the bathroom every day.

The main reason is that he went to the toilet and ran out of paper, so he smoked mine.When I didn’t sit at the front and back tables with Dashuai, I could use a pack of 200-pump tissues for four days, but after sitting at the front- and back-table with Dashuai, the 200-pump paper towels were only enough for two days.

At that time, the term "King of Dry Rice" was popular, and I affectionately called him "King of Dry Paper".

How dare he?When I went to the toilet, I took [-] or [-] sheets of paper, mainly one by one. He had to wait until I glared at him before he speeded up the paper removal and quickly pulled it out, otherwise he would be hammered by me.

Because I often ask math questions, it can be regarded as asking for a handsome man, so when it comes to napkins, I usually care about it on the surface.

Dashuai's English was not very good at the beginning, and he looked like a passing grade.

In the third year of high school, he suddenly woke up and felt that he could not miss every class, so he enrolled in an English cram school in less than 24 hours on weekends.

When I go to the bathroom every day, I put a green word accumulation book in my pocket, and take it out to recite a little every day.During the lunch break or between classes, take the English 3500 and read it. Mark with a highlighter if you haven’t passed it the first time, and then read it again the next day.

In this way, his English score changed from a passing score to about [-]-not counting the scores that dragged his feet.

As I said before, he is good at mathematics, and when he always reviews later, he will still buy the basic [-] questions edited by Zhu Haokun, [-] questions, and [-] volumes of blast, with a fixed amount of questions every day, unless he is exhausted after a day of exams , otherwise it will definitely be finished.

The nap time of the commander-in-chief is different from my nap time. Usually, I am ready to sleep when he wakes up.

After Principal Lu went to the educational institution, Dashuai and I often called each other.

So there was such a conversation at noon every day.

Marshal: "What time do you go to bed?"

Me: "Twelve forty."

Marshal: "Call me at 12:30."

I'm good."

I usually call Dashuai by patting him on the back until he looks up and puts on his glasses.

Because I'm a girl, the boss is too embarrassed to push me. With his strength, if he really pushes me and I can fall off the chair, he usually taps on the table.

When I sleep, one ear is pressed against the table, and when the table makes a sound, it is easy to wake up.

I forgot what day it was, I was too full to eat at home, and I felt a little sleepy later, so I fell asleep on the table.

I dreamed that I fell off a cliff, woke up suddenly, and glanced at the alarm clock, it was almost 12:30.

(End of this chapter)