Fortune Teller Master

Looking at Lin Qingyin’s expression was a little heavy, Qingyin’s mother couldn’t help but think of Lin Qingyin’s smashed grades at the end of the last semester, and some distressed comfort her: “You have always been a hard-working child, take your time, mother believes you. Even twice It’s okay if you don’t do well in the exam. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Don’t jump into the river anymore.”

The voiceless chicken soup that was poured into the head by the voiceless voice was dizzy and returned to the room, looking at the textbook on the table. A total of half a month of classes was completed. Science subjects need to be learned from the junior high school. Now Lin Qingyin has only completed all the mathematics, and physics has completed the junior high school part, and only half of the high school courses have been learned.

In addition, I haven’t read chemistry, but I don’t know English at all. It’s easy to say in other subjects. Lin Qingyin has finished reading the history book by himself. Geography and politics are all homework, and at least she does the homework part. I remember, even if I haven’t read it, I can find some in the memory of the original owner, but it’s not too much.

Looking at the variety of subjects, Lin Qingyin gave a trigram to each subject and calculated the exam sequence. The three main subjects of mathematics, Chinese, and English are at the forefront, followed by a few courses in science, and finally the three subjects of liberal arts. She has time to finish reading memory subjects.

Lin Qingyin picked up the Chinese test paper at the end of last semester and read it from beginning to end. Then he called Jiang Wei and asked if there was a good way for Chinese to improve his grades. Jiang Wei was happy when he heard it, riding a bicycle straight to the Xinhua Bookstore and started buying.

Language exercises and composition essays are indispensable, but Jiang Wei feels that he cannot afford to be thinned out. How can he buy other languages ​​to let other subjects think and leave the face of mathematics and English? If you want to buy, you can’t just buy the high school one. This is the second year of high school. You have to go all out to welcome the new semester.

Jiang Wei thinks that the issues he has considered are quite sufficient: Well, high school students, how can there be no questions?

Jiang Wei was originally a school bully. Although it has been four years since he went to high school, he still remembers which publishing house has good questions and which series of questions and test questions are similar. In only half an hour, Jiang Wei chose a shopping cart full of textbooks.

He certainly couldn't move so many books by himself. Jiang Wei called Wang Fatzi and asked him to drive to the door of Xinhua Bookstore to pick himself up. Wang Fatzi's family lives near the Xinhua Bookstore. Before, he had set up stalls in the alley not far behind, but he didn't do this deceptive work until he knew Lin Qingyin.

In the past two days, Lin Qingyin is going to start school. Wang Fatzi can only read at home. Although the air conditioner was used to cook tea at home, Wang Fatzi was still distracted for a while. He felt that it was better to concentrate on energy while studying at Lin Qingyin's house, and his efficiency was also reduced a lot.

Wang Fatzi was so uncomfortable that he received a call from Jiang Wei, and he immediately excitedly took the car key and went out. Waiting for the door of Xinhua Bookstore, Wang Fatzi was stunned to see Jiang Wei pushing the full of books: "Are you going to open a store yourself?"

Jiang Weile's mouth couldn't be closed. He patted the thick problem set and smiled: "This is the learning material I prepared for the little master."

Fatty Wang looked at Jiang Wei's eyes and changed. What hatred or complaint? It was too cruel to our little master.

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Wang Fatzi drove the car downstairs to Lin Qingyin's house, and he carried the book to the third floor. Recently, the two often came to Lin Qingyin's home, and because of the quarrel between Qingyin's mother and the aunt who chewed the tongue, the neighbors knew that these two were Lin Qingyin's tutors.

The time when the two came was catching up at noon. The neighbors and neighbors looked at the auxiliary materials in the trunk and envied them. Especially those who had students at home came up to see what workbook they bought. They also asked Jiang Wei Whether to bring students or not, after all, they have never seen good responsible tutors like Jiang Wei.

Wang Fatzi happily dealt with it, and Jiang Wei and two people carried the book they bought on the third floor and moved to Lin Qingyin's room. Lin Qingyin's small room was immediately occupied by half.

Receiving Jiang Wei’s generous gift, Lin Qingyin was very happy. The subjects of history and geography would just be able to recite the book, but the various reading comprehension of the language made him look so big that she couldn’t understand why she should be a man. With so many feelings, you can't get a gossip when you can't figure it out.

Jiang Wei turned over all the language workbooks. Not only did he have a senior one, he also bought a lot of senior two. As a person who had received the gift of "Three-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-year Simulation" in the New Year, especially I hope others can experience this kind of "happiness". Who knows that Lin Qingyin looks really happy.

Put all the books on the table on the bookshelf on the side, and only the language workbook is left on the table. The province where Qicheng is located is one of the four provinces with the most difficult college entrance exams in the country, and high school students are under great pressure. Like a public high school, the summer vacation is a summer vacation of one or two weeks. Only Oriental International High School is special. Most of the students in the school go abroad after running, so many students choose to go abroad for holidays or participate in summer camps. Not many schools are willing to come to make up classes, it is better to give them a holiday.

The holiday was returned to the holiday, but the school didn't want them to have the heart to play, so it was reported that the first day after the school started was an exam, which gave the students a tight string. It's just that the beginning of the semester will not be as rigorous as the final exam of the monthly exam, just let the students make their own papers in the class, and the score will not be posted on the bulletin board.

Lin Qingyin feels that she can still work hard in the past two days. The physics is too late to complete, but she can still sprint down the language.

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After a summer vacation, the students returned to school and they all seemed a little excited. Several girls chatted about clothes and jewelry, and some learned about traveling abroad during the summer vacation. The laughter and laughter in the class seemed extremely harmonious.

Shu Junyi sitting by the bed twitched her hair and saw a familiar figure downstairs outside the window. He immediately lay on the window sill and looked at it, shouting with excitement: "Students, our class entrance exam champion is here. "

"Secondary Entrance Examination?" Li Mingyu sitting opposite Shu Junyi laughed: "The first overall entrance examination took 35 students in our class, so what is my 34th entrance exam? The No.1 winner?"

There was a deafening burst of laughter in the classroom. Several of the daughters next to each other looked at each other, all with a smirk on their faces: "No. 1 her father, give your family no. 1 spot!"

Li Mingyu rubbed his hands and said, "You wait and see."

Hygiene items cleaned by daily students in the morning are left behind in the classroom. Most of the students of Oriental International High School are rich second generation, and they are all in the second year period. It is very good to be able to do it on duty. It is expected that they will clean up. The net profit is completely impossible.

On the trash bin at the back of the classroom was a pot of black water that was laundered and wiped from the blackboard and window sill. Li Mingyu was not too dirty. He trot all the way to the front door of the classroom. The other students knew what he was about , Some help the door, some help move the stool, and some people are happy to take pictures to send a group picture to send a circle of friends.

Lin Qingyin, who was walking in the corridor, looked at the classroom in a noticeable way. She suddenly stopped and took a coin out of her pocket and flicked it out...

Shu Junyi held the chair while listening to the movement in the corridor while urging Li Mingyu in a small voice: "Hurry, she's here!"

"I know..." Li Mingyu heard a crisp "dong" before he finished, and then he felt that his hands were empty, and he didn't understand what was going on. It felt like it was raining on the top of his head. The dirty water just clung to his head. Shu Junyi, who helped the stool next to her, didn't have time to avoid it. Her new sportswear was half wet, and a dirty rag was hanging on her shoulder.

There was a chattering voice in the classroom. After two seconds of silence, everyone couldn't help but laugh at the hammer table, and some tears came out that were even more laughable with Li Mingyu and Shu Junyi.

Li Mingyu jumped off the chair scoldingly. He wiped the water on his head. He always felt a nasty smell of rag. When his anger reached its zenith, the door suddenly opened and Lin Qingyin walked in with a schoolbag on his back. He said lightly when he passed by with Li Mingyu: "The wet body looks good, it is easy to split. "

"I depend!"

Li Mingyu was already angry. When Lin Qingyin was so angry, he was even more angry. He reached out to grab her hair. But Lin Qingyin seemed to have eyes behind his back, but he took a quick step when Li Mingyu wanted to catch her. Li Mingyu's shoes slipped on the dirty water on the floor, and one leg froze out, making a standard vertical fork.

Lin Qingyin put the schoolbag on the table and praised it aloud: "The posture is quite standard, but the color of your shoes is not good, and you are rushing, be careful of the blood."

Li Mingyu had no reason to quarrel with Lin Qingyin at this time. People who had never practiced dancing suddenly came to a vertical fork, where it seemed to be torn, and the sore feeling was hard to describe in words.

He leaned on the corner of the table next to him and wanted to use some force to stand up. When he suddenly strained, the table tilted, the glass on the table flew up, and hit the forehead heavily, and the blood ran down.

Lin Qingyin shook his head with some elbows on the table, regretting: "Tell you to be careful of the blood damage."

There was silence in the classroom. Shu Junyi pulled the rag off his shoulder and dropped it on the ground: "Lin Qingyin, are you a broom?"