study hard, improve every day?

Kong Minghuan really believed her evil, but seeing Meng Changjin's serious appearance, she still chose to believe it.

"I didn't expect that Zhuang Qi had good grades and liked to ask others to study." Kong Minghuan's gossip expression remained unchanged.

She likes to gossip, but she doesn't pick any gossip.

"Well, I learned." Meng Changjin nodded and took out all the books from the table hall.

"Wow, isn't it, Yu Xiaotang, you are actually studying between classes, is Zhuang Qi's words so useful?" Kong Minghuan's face was full of shock.

Except for Zhuang Qi, the students in this class study hard every day. Which of the other students is not secretly playing mobile phones in get out of class, reading novels, or going to the toilet with familiar classmates after class, or chatting and farting with each other. Touching a book between classes?

"I don't want to, but you think about my parents' status. I can't get into high school. I'm afraid I'll be torn apart." Meng Changjin glanced at Kong Minghuan indifferently and gave her an "understand?" expression.

Kong Minghuan understood.

Understand in seconds.

For junior high school students, a teacher is a big mountain, standing there can calm people down.

It was also at this time that Kong Minghuan suddenly remembered that Yu Xiaotang's parents were teachers in the school.

"Hey!" Kong Minghuan gasped, looking at Meng Changjin's expression showing pity.

"Come on!" Kong Minghuan gave Meng Changjin a breath, and then turned around decisively to gossip with the classmates on the other side.

Kong Minghuan went to gossip about others, and Meng Changjin was just in time to see the client's learning progress.

The client's long-cherished wish is to study hard and improve every day, so he can't even fail high school, right?

Turning over a book, corresponding to the client's memory, Meng Changjin's expression gradually became stiff.

What progress, something that doesn't exist at all.

The scum of learning scum really deserves its reputation, Meng Changjin cried...

She dressed.

It is the second week of the second half of the second semester of senior high school, and the senior high school entrance examination is only five months away, but the client has no knowledge in the existing memory. He has to learn three years of knowledge in half a year. The time is tight and the task is heavy. , Meng Changjin can't wait to devote himself to learning immediately.

But she also knew that it would not work to immerse yourself in books and study, and she had to make a study plan first.

The client's parents are both middle school teachers, one teaches mathematics and the other teaches physics. If Meng Changjin does not understand these two subjects, he can directly ask for advice.

In addition, the language, geography, history and other parts that need to be memorized by rote, Meng Changjin is not false.

The minimum score required to go straight to the school's high school requires a total score of 400. Meng Changjin is ready to get all the scores that can be obtained by memorizing. In this way, it should not be a problem to be admitted to the school's high school.

Meng Changjin sighed inwardly, took out the Chinese textbook and began to read.

Meng Changjin's spiritual sense is much stronger than that of ordinary people. The advantage of strong spiritual sense is that it doesn't take too much effort to endorse, and it is almost unforgettable.

If you don't consider grades, Meng Changjin's goal is to be the No. 1 in the senior high school entrance examination, but if you consider grades, Meng Changjin's goal is to be admitted to the high school of this school.

The fifteen minutes of the class break quickly passed, and the class bell rang outside. One after another, students stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom, filling the empty seats one by one.

The class bell rang for a full minute, and another minute after the bell stopped, the teacher with the lesson plan walked into the classroom calmly.

The monitor stood up and shouted to stand up, and the students in the classroom stood up one after another and shouted hello to the teacher in unison.

The teacher put down the lesson plan, supported both sides of the desk with both hands, glanced at the students in the classroom, and said plainly: "Hello, classmates, please take a seat."

The whole class sat down again.

Meng Changjin began to pick up the client's memory as soon as the teacher walked into the classroom, and quickly picked up the teacher's information.

It is Teacher Liu who teaches Chinese.

Meng Changjin stuffed the other books into the table hall, leaving only the Chinese books.

When the book was put away, Meng Changjin also glanced at the same table. The same table was a boy. In the client's memory, this person seemed to be called Wen Haorui. At this time, the other party was lying on the desk, and his hands were regarded as On the pillow, only a black top can be seen, and class time is his bedtime.

Meng Changjin looked away and opened the Chinese textbook on the desk according to the request of the teacher on the podium.

It was just over a week after the school started, and the third article was taught in the course.

The teacher on the podium started the lecture on his own. It was considered serious and responsible. After each lecture, he would ask the students if they still didn’t understand anything.

It's a pity that this is a poor class. It's a rare scene that the students in the class don't speak loudly, let alone attract the teacher's attention.

Meng Changjin listened to the class quite seriously and sat upright. After a class, he understood everything the teacher said.

When the get out of class bell rang, Mr. Liu on the podium finished the next content in a few words, without departing from the announcement of the get out of class with water.

Before the students finished shouting goodbye to the teacher, Teacher Liu's heels quickly crossed the classroom door.

As soon as Meng Changjin's buttocks sat on the chair, he saw from the corner of his eye that the head of his deskmate had been lifted from the table, and there was a large red mark on his forehead.

Meng Changjin withdrew his attention from looking at his deskmate, raised his hand to close the open book, and closed his eyes.

She recited the contents of the book just now and what the teacher said in her mind, and only after she was sure she had memorized it completely did Meng Changjin open her eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes.

Meng Changjin: ? ? ?

A question mark slowly appeared on Meng Changjin's head, and he stepped back subconsciously, pulling away from the owner of the pair of eyes in front of him.

Only then did she realize that the person in front of her was her roommate Wen Haorui.

"What are you doing, trying to scare someone to death." Meng Changjin patted his flat chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

She just focused on reciting the contents of the textbook silently, and deliberately restrained her consciousness, which made Wen Haorui so close to her silently.

"I thought you were asleep." Wen Haorui was startled when he saw Meng Changjin's eyes suddenly opened. After saying this lightly, Wen Haorui sat back to his seat.

Meng Changjin glanced at the other person speechlessly. The red mark on this person's forehead was still obvious, and it shouldn't go away for a while.

No longer paying attention to Wen Haorui, he turned his head down the table and found a class schedule.

The class schedule itself is a relatively thick piece of white paper, on which a table is neatly drawn. The five-day morning self-study, evening self-study, and seven classes in the morning and afternoon are written in the drawn table one by one. .

The class is not active, but the timetable is quite serious.