He has a face that God favored and sculpted, clean and clear, full of youthful energy.
Only his temperament is not like that of a teenager.
It's clearly the age when they need to be pampered the most, yet they feel anxious and apprehensive even when receiving the smallest kindness from others, as if everything they receive is a temporary gift from a blind fate that will eventually be taken back.
Ji Li felt the trembling eyelashes under her palm and suddenly couldn't help but wonder what Ying Yunsheng would have become if he hadn't been born into that kind of family.
Dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse.
It should be flaunted freely.
No matter what he looks like, once he meets someone, the ending will always be the same as it is now.
He has the power to soften his heart with just one tear.
This idea is actually quite illogical, but Ji Li is more certain of it than ever before.
Ying Yunsheng opened his eyes only after he was able to control his emotions, and he blew out the candle several times before it was finally extinguished.
Ji Li: "What did you wish for?"
"Grow up quickly."
"If you say your wish out loud, it won't come true."
"Well……"
“No need to rush,” Ji Li said. “This is just right.”
Ying Yunsheng was bewildered.
Ji Li said, "We can grow up together."
A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 34
Chapter 34
landfill
The competition lasted for a week. When I finally returned to school, my math teacher came in with a smile every day and left in a friendly manner. Even his speech became much more amiable.
Jian Mingyuan finally made it to the end of get out of class and asked in bewilderment, "Has the math guy taken the wrong medicine?"
Ji Li explained, "Our school won eight gold medals in the math competition finals a few days ago."
Jian Mingyuan suddenly realized: "No wonder."
Ji Li lowered his head and continued solving the problem.
Jian Mingyuan sighed inwardly once again, then belatedly realized: the school won eight gold medals, that's the school's business, why are the teachers so happy?
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After the competition came the joint entrance exam of twelve schools, and after that came the end of the semester. Their class had never gone through the review process before completing the entire high school curriculum. The final exams were based on the "content that will not be tested and has not been taught" provided by the teachers, which was even worse than not providing any content at all. How they passed was entirely up to them.
The study atmosphere in the class became increasingly intense, and even the most mischievous, noisy, and troublesome students rarely calmed down to read books.
The learning pace of the arts and science classes is different, and Ji Li and Ying Yunsheng have always been the focus of the teachers' attention. It is not uncommon for them to be called to the office during breaks and after school. As their free time is more and more different, the number of times the two meet is getting less and less.
Ji Li didn't feel sad, but occasionally when she saw students passing by in the corridor outside, she couldn't help but wonder what they were doing at that moment.
The result of thinking is mostly doing problems.
Then even if I wasn't reading a book, I would unconsciously pick up a pen and continue studying.
"Academic genius," Jian Mingyuan couldn't help but poke him, "How come you have so many problems to do every day? Don't you ever finish them?"
Ji Li thought for a moment and gave a very official answer: "Learning has no end."
Jian Mingyuan turned over and continued to lie face down on the table.
It was almost 12:30. Ji Li packed up his things and went to the cafeteria for lunch, but Ye Ruhui came out of the office carrying a pile of math papers. He pulled one out and said, "Yours."
Jian Mingyuan glanced at the scores and stuffed them into the bookend: "Why on earth did the math teacher decide to make you the math class representative?"
Ye Ruhui handed out the test papers without looking up: "Even if I fail math, my total score will still be higher than yours."
Jian Mingyuan took a deep breath and jumped up from his chair: "I don't believe Jian's ranking won't surpass yours in this final exam!"
“Sure.” Ye Ruhui extended his hand to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ye Mingyuan.”
Because of this one sentence, Jian Mingyuan didn't lie on his desk for a single minute during the entire lunch break. He grabbed his worksheet and started correcting it, his pen strokes even resembling the flashing of swords.
When Ji Li returned, he saw him holding the test papers and stopping in front of him like a gust of wind.
"Ji Li," Jian Mingyuan said clearly, "can you tutor me?"
Ji Li looked at him: "You made another bet with Ye Ruhui?"
Jian Mingyuan was shocked: "Is it that obvious?"
“Every time you suddenly become determined to improve, it’s because of him.” Ji Li pulled out a chair. “Besides, you’ve never fallen behind in your studies, and your knowledge framework is very comprehensive. You’ll be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort when you review later, and you won’t need any extra tutoring.”
Jian Mingyuan followed up: "What if I want to surpass Ye Ruhui's total score in this final exam?"
Ji Li: "..."
The air was silent for a full ten seconds.
Jian Mingyuan silently packed his things: "I think I'll go to the police station to change my name."
Ji Li picked up the newly distributed test papers from the table and glanced at them: "Do you need any practice questions?"
Jian Mingyuan stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening instantly, and he stammered, "Predicting exam questions?!"
Ji Li added, "I cannot guarantee the accuracy rate."
Jian Mingyuan was shocked.
How could he forget this skill unique to top students?
After the initial shock came overwhelming excitement: "I want it!"
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On Friday afternoon, the whole school had a unified cleaning. The last period was cancelled, and the teacher generously gave everyone else a day off, leaving the group that was on duty that week to stay and clean.
The corridor was covered with a thick layer of water. Desks were placed against the wall, and chairs were placed on the desks. Ji Li stood on the chairs to wipe the fixed glass ceiling.
Wiping with a cloth is too easy to leave loose threads and watermarks, so Mao Xianzhi advocated that everyone use discarded draft paper, which does not need to be wet, and called it "dry cleaning".
At this moment, Jian Mingyuan completely regarded Ji Li as his new generation's benefactor, diligently staying by his side and occasionally helping to hand him a draft paper.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been standing there for more than a few minutes when a health committee member passing by called him away, saying, "Since you're so free, why don't you come and help out?"
After wiping a section, Ji Li looked down and, not seeing anyone else, placed the draft notebook on the windowsill.
He squatted down, holding onto the back of the chair, and reached out to grab the draft notebook. Before his hand could even touch it, someone else had already picked it up.
Ji Li looked up and saw the face that had just appeared in his mind not long ago.
Why did you come here?
"Just passing by."
Ji Li realized that this guy really couldn't make excuses. He'd run into him at the stairwell if he was just passing by, he'd run into him at the supermarket if he was just passing by, he used to have to pass by when there was a pep rally on the playground late at night, and now he could just pass by when he was wiping a window.
Ying Yunsheng asked, "Use scrap paper to wipe the windows?"
Ji Li hummed in agreement: "Our homeroom teacher said that using scrap paper to wipe the glass is cleaner."
Ying Yunsheng tore off a sheet and gave it to him.
Ji Li took it: "Aren't you leaving?"
Ying Yunsheng: "I'll hold the chair for you."
"I don't need anyone here. There shouldn't be many people queuing in the cafeteria right now. You should go eat now."
Ying Yunsheng shook his head: "I'm not hungry yet."
"and you……"
"Don't talk while cleaning the windows." Ying Yunsheng tapped the chair leg. "Be careful not to get distracted and fall."
Okay.
Ji Li didn't try to persuade him any further. While wiping the window, she asked him, "Have you studied 'Free and Easy Wandering' yet?"
Ying Yunsheng, puzzled, replied, "I learned it."
"Then recite 'Free and Easy Wandering' from memory now."
"Well……"
"If you don't remember, you can look it up in a book. That's my desk in front of you."
"Uh..." Ying Yunsheng remained silent for a long time: "Is it really necessary?"
"Didn't you say that chatting while cleaning windows is easy to get distracted?" Ji Li's voice carried a hint of amusement. "But if you don't leave, I'll want to hear you talk."
"Uh..." There was silence for several seconds.
A few seconds later, the other party's voice rang out again: "In the Northern Darkness there is a fish, its name is Kun. Kun is so large that no one knows how many thousands of miles it spans. It transforms into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back is so large that no one knows how many thousands of miles it spans. When it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky..."
The classroom had four windows, and four people were assigned one window each. By the time they finished cleaning, it was already dark outside.
Ying Yunsheng didn't leave. For as long as the other person was wiping the windows, he stood by the chair, receiving the same shocked looks from the teachers and students passing by, all with the same meaning in their eyes: This kid has gone crazy from studying.
Ji Li crumpled the used draft paper into a ball, jumped off the table, and prepared to throw the trash into the water room.
The person in charge of taking out the trash was a boy. The three trash cans in the water room were usually only half full at most. He didn't know how so much messy stuff had been swept up during this big clean-up, but it actually filled all three cans. He complained as he changed the trash bags, dragging the bags out like sacks. Luckily, someone next to him helped him out.
The boy looked up and recognized the person: "Class monitor?"
Ji Li opened a trash bag and threw in the crumpled draft paper in her hand: "The classroom hasn't been cleaned yet, there might be other trash. You throw away those two bags first, I'll keep this one and throw it away later."
It was indeed difficult for the boy to carry three large bags of trash by himself. Although he was tempted by what he heard, he still asked, "How about I wait until everyone else has finished sweeping before throwing it away together?"
Ji Li: "No need, anyway, I'm going to the cafeteria later and it's on the way to the garbage dump."