I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 18

The conclusion I came to when doing math problems the day before yesterday was wrong.

Some of the knowledge engraved in your mind will disappear with the passage of time!

Chinese has always been the subject that Su Chengyi spends the least time on.

After all, as a mother tongue, many things do not need to be deliberately learned.

For him, improving Chinese language scores is also more metaphysical and difficult, and is not as simple and crude as other subjects.

But he absolutely couldn't accept losing points in the most basic ancient poetry writing.

What's more, now that we have only discovered the recitation of ancient texts, there may be many more hidden and undiscovered problems.

Thinking of the upcoming placement test, Su Chengyi tensed up.

But in just a short moment, he put away his emotions.

It was just an exam. He never cared about the ranking, only about his ability.

At the same time, this is also a good opportunity to test yourself and find problems.

After understanding this, Su Chengyi took a deep breath and took out the "Encyclopedia of Ancient Poems and Essays Essential for the College Entrance Examination" at the bottom of the drawer.

It is a thick book and it is impossible to memorize it all in one day.

What was even more devastating was that he opened it and took a look.

The book was as clean as if it had never been opened. There were no notes on it.

Su Chengyi, who had always had a smooth academic life, felt deeply regretful at this moment for his contempt for Chinese in his previous life.

Wang Tingting on the podium tapped the blackboard lightly and praised with a smile: "Mianmian memorized it very well. She is worthy of being the teacher's class representative."

The classmates applauded in unison, and Chu Qingmian was like a kindergarten child who got the little red flower, and it was very helpful.

Su Chengyi looked at her arrogant expression and felt as if he could borrow some notes from her poetry collection.

I mentally practiced how to speak, but gave up.

"Then, give us a chance to reward Mian Mian and designate the next person to memorize the text."

As soon as Wang Tingting finished speaking, Su Chengyi's ominous premonition came again.

This time it can no longer be said to be a premonition, Chu Qingmian will definitely call her name!

The eyes of the students all focused on Su Chengyi.

Just now, everyone was watching the two people come in one after another. Chu Qingmian, who has a vengeful character, will definitely seize the opportunity to retaliate.

Chu Qingmian had originally planned this.

Hum hum, heaven's way is reincarnation.

With a smile on her lips, she looked at Su Chengyi in the corner with a slightly satisfied look.

He sat in his seat with his head slightly lowered, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

The early morning sunlight refracted in through the glass window, making his fair skin almost transparent.

Although his whole body was enveloped in a golden halo, he could not feel the warmth of the sun.

Suddenly some indescribable emotions welled up in her heart.

She couldn't bear to see Su Chengyi like this.

He should be as radiant and proud as when he stood on the rostrum and gave a speech.

He was like this at the subway station that day, leaning against the wall alone in a daze, out of tune with the crowd.

Even though she was standing in front of him, she felt like he was from another world and could disappear at any time.

At that time, Chu Qingmian was startled by such an idea and subconsciously called him.

Although the two have been classmates since junior high school, they had never spoken in private before this.

For such a strange reason, the two seemed to be much closer.

Chu Qingmian was extremely glad that she did so.

And now Su Chengyi is back to that state again.

Su Chengyi didn't know what he looked like in the eyes of others. He was now practicing in his mind how to explain it later.

"Teacher, I can't recite."

This seems too arrogant.

"Teacher, I didn't get a good rest last night. I feel a little uncomfortable and my mind is not clear."

This reason seems a little too lame.When she was at a loss, Chu Qingmian raised her hand and spoke.

"teacher…"

Su Chengyi's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"I choose Han Bing."

Han Bing was hiding under the table and eating pancakes and fruit:
"what???"

There was laughter all around.

Wang Tingting glanced meaningfully at Chu Qingmian, who had erratic eyes, stretched out her hand to push up her glasses, and then glanced at Su Chengyi, who had a confused face.

"Okay, Han Bing, come and memorize "Rogue"."

Han Bing almost choked on the pancake fruit. She coughed for a long time before she stood up and spoke stumblingly.

"Chichi, a gangster, embraces cloth and trades silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and when they come, they come with my plan..."

Han Bing reached his limit halfway through carrying it.
"I am a girl, I have no time to hang out with scholars...um...cough..."

Wang Tingting motioned for her to sit down and asked the students to recite in unison:
"It is possible to explain a scholar's delay. However, a woman's delay cannot be explained."

Su Chengyi didn't understand why Chu Qingmian didn't mention his name, but he did avoid some trouble because of this.

So his eyes had been fixed on her from now on. She seemed to feel something, but she didn't look back.

With full of doubts, Su Chengyi opened the poetry collection, and the first poem happened to be the "Mang" that they had just recited together.

He used a red pen to outline the explanation of the key sentences.

When a man falls in love, it is easy for him to escape.

If a woman falls in love, it will be difficult to break away.

There is an exam tomorrow, and it is impossible to memorize the entire text. I can only try my best to familiarize myself with the key sentences of the key articles.

Su Chengyi took out a piece of draft paper, read silently, and copied on the paper with a pen.

If you encounter words that are easy to make mistakes, copy them separately in a notebook.

As the saying goes, a bad pen is worse than a good memory.

Although he has been called a genius or a god of learning since he was a child, Su Chengyi has never felt that he is a gifted person.

He just put a lot of energy into learning and at the same time mastered more scientific learning methods, that's all.

If there's one thing he's better than others, it's probably concentration.

When he was doing something seriously, he could hardly feel the passage of time.

He will remain fully committed until he achieves the small goals he has set.

Just like now, he kept copying and writing. When he came to his senses, it was already lunch time from morning reading class.

I have even finished writing seven or eight sheets of the draft paper at hand, which are densely packed with key words and phrases that I memorized today.

Su Chengyi moved her stiff cervical vertebrae and felt her stomach was burning and very uncomfortable. Only then did she realize she was hungry.

I got up late this morning and didn't even eat breakfast. Last night I only ate some snacks with Chu Qingmian that weren't considered a meal.

Once the hunger is discovered, it becomes out of control.

Su Chengyi almost felt like she was about to faint from hunger.

Fortunately, the bell rang at this time, and he was the first to rush out of the classroom for the first time in his life.

When we came to the cafeteria, there were only a few students taking physical education classes.

Su Chengyi ran to the meal station, ordered a few random dishes, and found a corner to sit down.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, it looks like it should be sweet.

Green pepper and potato slices, the only flaw is that the potato slices are cut into thick and thin slices.

Several pieces of braised pork, alternating between fat and lean, were fried in a sugary color that made people's index fingers twitch. Su Chengyi took a piece and tasted it first.

It melts in the mouth, fat but not greasy.

I have to say that the school canteen tastes much better than the company canteen.

Although Su Chengyi was very hungry, he still ate slowly and unhurriedly.

Su Zelang often jokes that when he eats a sesame seed cake, he feels like he has three Michelin stars.

So before I had even had a few bites, the army of rice cooks from behind rushed to the canteen.

(End of this chapter)