Ying Shao is a Girl

"..." Ying Junchu didn't really want to talk to him.

She glanced at him indifferently.

Who knows if what he said is true or false.

When didn't you feel like you were about to die?

It's okay, you liar.

Forget it, there's no point talking about it now.

She could only lock the person up in advance the next time she had an attack.

This is the safest.

-

Final grades will come out soon.

Points will be returned in the parent group and class group.

Students no longer have to return to school.

Ying Junchu glanced at the transcript.

A bit unexpected.

The first place in grade this time is...

Ling Yiche.

On the long report card, the boy's name was clearly written in the top column.

I scored 132 points on the math test.

The second grader is the first grader in the previous grade, and he is usually the first grader in the exam.

This time Ling Yiche's math improved, but he seemed to have failed a little bit in math.

I only scored 136 points.

It has always been above 145 points before.

So Ling Yiche narrowly won this time.

Three points more than the second grader.

Since the students knew the results better than the parents, Ling Yiche didn't know how many points he had scored.

But he observed that Chuchu looked at the transcript for a long time.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his expression cold.

The young man clenched his hands slightly, a little nervous.

Didn't he fail the exam?

Hmm... Actually, even if he failed the test, he was expected. He was a little groggy when doing the questions.

Especially when doing math problems, he had to read many of the questions two or three times before he knew what they were about.

Even a little dazed, not knowing what he was doing.

So it’s normal to fail the test.

But Ling Yiche would not blame Ying Junchu like this. It was just an exam, how could Chuchu be so important?

Even on the eve of the college entrance examination, he would still make such a choice.

"Chuchu, did I fail the exam?"

Ling Yiche finally plucked up the courage to ask about his grades.

"No, it's pretty good."

"It's been a big improvement."

Ying Junchu didn't say much and directly handed the transcript to Ling Yiche to read.

Ling Yiche looked at it intently and was slightly stunned.

It seems a bit...

Unexpected.

He thought he would do poorly in the exam.

This math score really made him unbelievable. Was this math score really behind his name?

Ling Yiche looked at the math score three times before finally confirming that this was his math score.

How should I put it, I'm quite happy.

As long as he didn't disappoint Chuchu, he would be happy.

Ying Junchu was thinking silently in his heart. There are still more than five months left before the college entrance examination.

Now he can get 132, so he should be able to get 150 in the college entrance examination.

Definitely.

It must be possible.

Continue to supplement mathematics, learn mathematics well, and benefit from it for life.

-

The final exams are completely over, and now is the month-long winter vacation that students have been waiting for.

The late winter in the imperial capital is relatively cold, and the cold wind is biting and painful when it blows on people's faces.

The snow fell silently, and after one night, the imperial capital was covered in silver.

This year, it snowed again in the Imperial Capital.

Goose-feather white snowflakes fell to the ground.

The dead trees on the streets are covered with snow, and the sky is shimmering. This imperial capital has a different kind of beauty.

"Chuchu, it's snowing outside."

The boy was lying on the edge of the bed in the living room, staring outside.

"Well, I know, it started snowing last night."

Ling Yiche went to bed very early last night and didn't know that it had already snowed in the imperial capital.

The falling snow is silent, quiet, gentle, and will not disturb the sleeping people.

"Oh, it looks like this..."

"Chuchu, I want to take a look."

The young man seems to still have an innocent heart and is full of curiosity about the world.

Like a child who has not grown up.

Ying Junchu glanced at him indifferently and opened his lips lightly.

"Go ahead and wear thicker clothes, it's cold outside."