I seem to be able to understand most of the English reading comprehension passages. I read this ancient Chinese poem in a letter two days ago. And the math passages seem to have two rather reasonable formulas.
The moment he stepped out of the examination room, he felt that he had probably unintentionally unlocked his full potential.
He didn't take the exam seriously and quickly forgot about it.
After playing like a wild child for seven days during the National Day holiday, on the first day of school, he strolled into the classroom as usual, intending to find a few people to arrange a basketball game. However, as soon as he entered, he saw a large group of people crowded in the study area in front of the door.
Zhou Sen waved to him from the innermost part of the crowd, "Brother Lang, you fucking come over here right now!"
Song Lang clicked his tongue impatiently, "Why are you all crowding here? You've known for a while that my brother is a perfect score demon king."
He walked over, looked up at the top of the monthly exam results list, and sure enough, it was Shen Zhifei.
The score was still terrifyingly high, leaving the second place by nearly a hundred points.
After looking at Shen Zhifei's grades, he instinctively looked at the last place, but after searching twice, he still couldn't find his name.
"Holy crap! I didn't submit a blank paper this time! Where's my name?" Song Lang was furious. Even the last-place student has rights, how could they remove him from the list?
"Brother Lang, don't get excited, your name is right here!" Zhou Sen grabbed him with one hand and patted the report card on the wall with the other.
Song Lang looked over and was surprised to find that he had actually ranked last, second to last, third to last... seventh to last!
He was somewhat conflicted as he handed over the scepter of last place.
"Congratulations, Brother Lang! Congratulations!" Zhou Sen said with a grin. "With such great progress, shouldn't you treat us to a meal?"
"Yes, yes, congratulations!"
"..."
The classmates who usually got along well with Song Lang started to tease him, congratulating him non-stop, as if Song Lang getting seventh from the bottom was more glorious than being the top scorer.
"Alright, everyone go back to your seats. It's no big deal, don't make a fuss." Song Lang shooed away the people around him, then ran to Shen Zhifei like a big dog, practically wagging his tail, "How about it, Feifei? Isn't your brother awesome?"
“Hmm,” Shen Zhifei put down her book and looked at him, “Impressive.”
"Why do I feel like your praise is completely insincere?" Song Lang flicked his forehead and ruffled his hair. "You know what, it's not bad that you didn't get last place."
Shen Zhifei looked up and smiled at him.
His hair was ruffled, and the long, wispy strands in front of his forehead slightly obscured his eyebrows and eyes, but they also made his smile more warm and endearing. Song Lang suddenly remembered the scene when they first met as children, when Shen Zhifei also called him "brother" with a smile.
My heart suddenly began to stir.
Song Lang said, "Call me 'brother' and let me hear it."
Shen Zhifei asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"
Song Lang urged, "Hurry up, consider it a reward for my improved exam results, okay?"
Shen Zhifei could only call his name softly as instructed, and Song Lang immediately felt refreshed and in a better mood than before.
He was cheerful all day long.
When Song Lang got home from school, he handed his report card to Shen Lingyu and said with a grin, "Mom, you have no reason to cancel my Taekwondo class anymore, right?"
"You're doing well, kid. But you can only move forward, not back down, or the course will be canceled at any time." Shen Lingyu was actually quite happy. Her eldest son finally knew how to work hard for something, which was a sign of his growth.
That night, Song Lang lay in his bed, reminiscing about all the praise he had received that day, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became.
As his excitement subsided, he rested his head on his hands and pondered that the reason he scored several tens of points higher than before was inseparable from Lin Qian's love letters.
Putting everything else aside, just in terms of English, his vocabulary grew exponentially because he received English love poems for half a month straight.
Shouldn't he make a statement to the young girl?
After all, if you do the math, he already has almost 30 letters in his bag.
After much deliberation, Song Lang decided to write a thank-you letter to Lin Qian.
He got out of bed, sat at his desk with a pen in his mouth, and struggled for half an hour without writing a single sentence. He decided to ask Shen Zhifei for help.
He slipped on his slippers and went to the next bedroom. He knocked on the door once and went in. Shen Zhifei was sitting at his desk with his back to the door, engrossed in writing. Hearing the noise, he quickly pulled his textbook in front of him.
Song Lang strode over, pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. "Feifei, doing your homework?"
"Mm." Shen Zhifei nodded.
"Can I borrow your essay? I haven't written my weekly journal yet."
As Song Lang was about to reach out and grab his book, Shen Zhifei quickly pressed his arm down and said righteously, "No, write it yourself."
"You can lend your homework to Xingzi, so why can't I take a look?" Song Lang insisted on arguing with him. He was strong, and in his playful antics, he knocked things off the desk and onto the floor.
Afraid that Shen Zhifei would be angry, he quickly bent down to pick it up.
As he bent down, a familiar fragrance caught his attention.
He rummaged through the books scattered on the ground and found a pink letter tucked inside.
Song Lang thought to himself, "Isn't this the love letter Lin Qian gave me? How did it end up with Fei Fei?"
He was about to pick it up and examine it closely when Shen Zhifei snatched the letter away.
Shen Zhifei stared at him without saying a word, her stern face making Song Lang very uncomfortable.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Feifei, don't be angry. It's okay if you don't want me to see it," Song Lang said, sounding a little unsure.