Chapter 401

If I were Wu Di, I would never come to this school again. What's the significance?

I don't know if she will be like me now. When she sees these topics on the handout, her mind can't reflect any information. I read them word by word carefully, but I found that nothing happened after reading them.

I clearly want to study hard and do problems seriously, but I always don't have any clue. The feeling of blocked thinking is probably like that I sometimes stare at the urinal for a long time when I clearly want to pee. The difference is that I can finally pee out, but the problem is that I can't do it.

This is the state of repentance after I broke free from the quagmire of novels in my sophomore year of senior high school - I can't learn well, but I can't help learning well.

Wu Di said in a romantic martial arts novel that "the prodigal son turns back and doesn't change the gold", but I found that I'd rather use money for my meaningless turn back. It's totally boring. I can't catch up with others at all. I know that sometimes I can't turn back even if I want to turn back.

I certainly don't have talent in learning, especially for those science subjects. I think I'm simply unable to do what I want, but I have to keep trying to force it.

No matter what, forcing is always painful.

For example, Wu Di received more and more love letters. What's the significance? It's absolutely impossible to respond.

Will Wu Di fall in love if he doesn't get good grades now? She makes me feel like a fairy who doesn't eat human fireworks. She will never move her heart.

So, I think if a boy likes Wu Di, it must be a very painful thing.

Fortunately, I don't have that strong admiration for Wu Di. Of course, it's because I have another one in my heart. Her name is Wang Lijia. She has always been a top student in the class. She is not only good at English, but also among the top ten in mathematics and chemistry. Her long black hair always makes me feel uneasy. It's just like the meaningful woman in the ancient paintings. It's dark and full of poetic and picturesque. When I sit in the back row, I often stare at her hair and get distracted. It feels like I'm enjoying a period of history.

In my heart, she is the most beautiful girl, at least before Wu Di came to this class. After Wu Di came, even if I went to add points to Wang Lijia in my heart, the fact could not be changed - in appearance, the gap between them was obvious.

I still remember the reason why I was excited about Wang Lijia, that is, she once took the tea cup to the water dispenser next to the blackboard in front to hold water. She bent down and stared at the shape of the tea cup, which hit the soft part of my heart. This is the reason why I fell in love with her at first sight.

Some people may wonder why her small move will make me move. In fact, I don't know why there are so many perfect causalities in the world, so I have such a real life.

Unfortunately, in the same class one year, we are just the most common classmate relationship. We may have said no more than dozens of words together. However, she is the only girl I care about in this school.

But every time after the exam, I subconsciously compare my grades with her. I can only smile bitterly and don't think about anything. Even if an unknown person like me thinks about it, he will never take any action. I know that she and I are not people in the same world at all.

But what I didn't expect was that the goddess in my mind would also speak ill of others behind their backs. Of course, the object of speaking ill of others was Wu Di, who had just come to our class.

Sit up and take notice of Wu Yue as like as two peas in the month of the month. Her score is the average of the class, and her science and English are the same as that of the last class. Only Chinese is a little higher than the average.

This kind of Wu Di, which is "devoid of people", disappointed many people and made more people secretly happy. It seems that anyone with a total score higher than Wu Di can proudly say - I defeated the most beautiful Xueba!

No, now the title of "female Xueba" can be removed. There is no doubt that Wu Di has to write a book after studying in the United States for a year. Obviously, she can't keep up with everyone's progress in her study

Wu Di, who has lost the aura of Xueba, seems to be closer to ordinary people, so the number of love letters she receives every day is amazing. Once I saw her open her personal mailbox in the classroom, the love letters overflowed and fell to the ground all at once.

Of course, Wu Di was rejected by the girls in the class. If she was a boarder, no one would want to talk to her in the dormitory.

But to tell the truth, I'm certainly disappointed to know that Wang Lijia is also bad mouthing Wu Di behind his back. Probably everyone's secret love object should be perfect in their own mind.

I think it's OK for those students who are better than Wu Di to be complacent, but those like me are certainly not qualified to gossip.

The teacher said that senior three will make a qualitative leap for a student. But I didn't find any change. My study was like forgetting to put the catalyst into the chemical reaction, which proceeded slowly without any obvious phenomenon. Sometimes I think alone and find that even if I review those knowledge over and over again, I still can't do what I shouldn't do. I used to do it. Now I NAG and forget a lot. This is very illogical, but it belongs to me.

Such a fact will probably ruin the popularity of anyone... Except Wu Di, because I found that no matter what her grades are now, she almost maintains the same posture in the classroom. I don't know what she is thinking and why she can be so calm.

What a boring girl, just like a perfect and exquisite doll, I have made such a definition in my heart.

It was not until later that I found out that she was also naughty.

I regret finding her true charm so late.

Now there are three nights of self-study every night. I have begun to abandon myself. I can't help but want to escape - I skipped class.

If I ask a person in our class who knows the whereabouts of our head teacher's self-study every last night, he must be hard to imagine. In fact, that person is me.

I am not the monitor, nor is I any relative of our head teacher. I'm just a very ordinary student in my class.

But I can clearly tell anyone that our head teacher has any activities during the self-study at the last night of the week. For example, on Monday night, he will make up lessons for students from other schools at home to earn extra money. On Wednesday, he will pick up his children who learn piano very late. On Thursday night, he will drink tea and watch a program he likes very much.

This is his life rule, nothing unusual, but it is very important to me.