The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 717 0716. The Cold War After the Competition (26)

The little girl followed behind the boy with her head bowed, and the boy had a cold expression on his face.

A bit funny and unusually harmonious scene.

No one thought that this point should be the evening self-study time for senior students, how could the two of them come to the library.

Evening self-study will not be canceled until the third year of senior high school, giving senior high school students a little free time to relieve pressure.

As a result, a few more posts popped up on the forum.

The popularity is surging again, and the name of the higher-level fairy CP has once again started.

But Zhuang Xinian didn't know all of this.

She obediently followed Jiang Shaoheng to the previous position, and lined up her notebooks.

They agreed that it was enough for her to bring her notebook and Jiang Shaoheng to bring her brain.

As for textbooks, you can just borrow them from the library, which is no different from your own textbooks.

In addition to not being able to write and draw in textbooks.

But a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Jiang Shaoheng asked Zhuang Xinian to bring a notebook, just to ask her to copy down the key points that needed to be marked down.

The review against the clock began, Zhuang Xinian devoted 120 minutes of attention, closely following Jiang Shaoheng's train of thought, and the knowledge points learned last month began to form an orderly framework in his mind.

Counting it now, Zhuang Xinian has learned the knowledge points in the first year of high school three times, twice for intensive study, and once for review.

The first time is during the summer vacation, Jiang Shaoheng personally previews the lectures for her, and the first time is to listen to the teacher's formal explanation during the formal class.

Zhuang Xinian really felt that he was too unsuitable for studying. After learning something three times, he was still full of fear for the upcoming exam.

It's really not as cute as drawing.

Even taekwondo is cuter than studying!
Zhuang Xi was thinking about it, but she didn't dare to let Jiang Shaoheng see it.

She is too clear about Jiang Shaoheng's expectations of her.

More than what her parents expected of her.

She knew very well that she couldn't keep up with Jiang Shaoheng's rhythm, but she didn't dare to say another word on this topic.

From 07:30 to 10:30, during the three hours of review time, Zhuang Xinian lost his mind no more than five times!

This can all be counted in her record!

The library closes at eleven o'clock, and at 10:30, the people studying in the library have already left.

Zhuang Xinian put down her pen as if relieved from a heavy burden, and carried it to Jiang Shaoheng, showing him her trembling white and tender little hands.

Jiang Shaoheng looked at it for a while, grabbed her directly, rubbed her hand lightly with one hand, packed her things with the other hand, and then led her out of the library.

"It's so sour, so sour, so sour..." Zhuang Xi began to mutter in a low voice after coming out of the library, and deliberately leaned close to Jiang Shaoheng to mutter.

Jiang Shaoheng took all the things and rubbed her hands for her. Hearing her babble, he asked helplessly, "How can I not be sore?"

"I want to eat a box of ice cream." Zhuang Xinian stopped talking, and cautiously raised her head to look at Jiang Shaoheng.

Now that the weather is getting colder, long-sleeved coats have to be prepared in the morning and evening, and the little girl still wants to eat ice cream...

Jiang Shaoheng stared at her for a long time, and when she almost couldn't bear the oppressive force and repented, he heard Jiang Shaoheng's voice said lightly: "Half a small box, I will choose and I will divide."

(End of this chapter)