My deskmate was silent again. After a few times, he finally confessed. "Tell me the truth, what are you doing? You are not late and you read it seriously early? You were stimulated by Gu Luoqi's grades? Finally, I realized that it was a very different thing from her. I planned to work hard and study hard to narrow the gap between you?"

"Are you upset?"

The boss threw the book.

With a clang, the classroom was silent, and the next second, the sound of morning readings was connected again.

But the expressions on each face were "It's true."

Xie Shuangyang is still the usual Xie Shuangyang, and it is just three minutes to read.

My deskmate was so scared that he waved his hand: "No, I just think you are weird today and think you are being stimulated."

“…”

Xie Shuangyang was silent, and the anger on his face also subsided strangely.

He remembered the words of Ye Chenchen yesterday that he was a waste. After a while, he asked his deskmate: "Do you think if I start working hard now, can I get into a good university?"

Deskmate: "..."

He looked at Xie Shuangyang with a look of looking at aliens.

"Are you serious?"

"Nonsense!" Xie Shuangyang grabbed his hair irritably, and his tone was very heavy; "Didn't it mean that some people started working hard in the last few months, and then successfully counterattacked and got into a good university?"

A row of black lines fell from the deskmate's forehead.

He tried to speak in a very tactful tone: "Shuangyang, I'm not trying to dampen your enthusiasm. Think about it yourself, how long has it been since you studied?"

Xie Shuangyang: “…”

I haven't learned since junior high school.

Giving up on oneself and feeling boring.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have even been unable to understand the phonetic symbols.

My deskmate didn't know what was stimulating, so he could only comfort him: "There are indeed examples, but the premise is that there must be a certain foundation. You can't let someone who can't even solve equations do analytical geometry, right?"

The more I talk, the more I feel desperate!

Xie Shuangyang became even more irritable.

Seeing that he seemed to really study hard, my deskmate thought about it and said, "You will ask the teacher to give you some lessons outside the school, and then you have to spend ten times more time than others to make up for all the courses you missed. But you know, this process will be very, very hard."

What else is more bitter than being called trash by someone you like?

Xie Shuangyang sneered in self-deprecatingly.

"I see."

My deskmate patted him on the shoulder: "I support you."

The classmate in front suddenly turned around and handed him a carefully folded note: "Xie Shuangyang, someone gave it to you."

“…”

Xie Shuangyang opened it and saw a passage.

He sneered, and when his deskmate was about to come over to take a look, he directly crumpled the notes into a ball and threw them into the trash can.

"What's wrong? Did anyone hand you a love letter?" the deskmate asked curiously.

"without."

Xie Shuangyang said, picked up the English book again, and clumsyly recited the phonetic symbols.

My deskmate turned his head silently and couldn't bear to look at him. Eight of the ten phonetic symbols were pronounced wrongly.

So where did he get the confidence to counterattack?

...

Xie Shuangyang went to the convenience store as usual after class.

Then, he was blocked.

Ye Chenchen looked at him aggrievedly: "Why didn't you come to see me?"

In the past, Xie Shuangyang would never be reluctant to feel sad when he saw her, but what else is more hurtful than hearing those words with his own ears?

Xie Shuangyang walked past her with a drink.

Ye Chenchen grabbed his arm with quick eyes and hands: "Xie Shuangyang, listen to my explanation!"
Chapter completed!