After the white dew, the sultry heat in the summer season is gone, and the weather gradually turns cooler.

The humid monsoon from the ocean began to gradually be replaced by the dry and cold air heading south from the Mongolian Plateau, and there was also a hint of chill in the morning and at night.

The autumn rain is intermittent, and it will bring a certain cooling rate every time.

Jiang Lanqing took a deep breath and felt that the air in the classroom was very turbid, so he stood up from his seat and pushed open the glass window beside him.

Zhang Fan watched Qiu Feng wear tiny raindrops hit her hair and cheeks, and he was very familiar with this scene.

But this time, he didn't have long hair floating, and Jiang Lanqing's hair was just as close to his shoulders.

"There are so many accounts today?" Zhang Fan asked Jiang Lanqing.

"October 23rd, the midterm exam will be next Monday." Jiang Lanqing replied.

After saying that, Jiang Lanqing closed the window and sat down again, and began to continue to do the questions.

"Time flies so fast!" Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, Lu Lan, who was sitting in front of Jiang Lanqing, turned her head and sighed.

"yes!"

Then he said in a regretful tone: "I feel like we have done nothing this semester, and we are about to pass half of it."

Compared with last year, today their class no longer has crosstalk performances, and the autumn sports meeting has completely become supporting roles.

Zhang Fan and Jiang Lanqing also signed up for several projects, and even she participated in the women's 1500-meter long-distance race.

There are basically no one participating in the projects other than that.

The class teacher is still the same class teacher, and the class monitor is still the same class monitor. It is obviously the same but there is a big difference.

Teacher Ju now emphasizes most about learning, and Zhang Fan has almost devoted all his attention to learning.

Not only him, but even Jiang Lanqing.

Yesterday she borrowed her physics book and found out that she had already made the notes to the last few pages.

Lu Lan turned her gaze to the face of deputy squad leader Zhou Fang again, her brows were locked tightly, and it seemed that she had encountered some difficulties.

This made her unable to help but think of her former deputy squad leader Ding Xiang, the roommate who was obviously not good at sports but had almost signed up for all the projects she could participate in.

"I rarely bump into her this semester!"

Last semester, she often met her in the stairwell, and the two would say a few words after they met.

Compared with the changes that happened to them, Lu Lan suddenly felt sad.

"Things change people!"

But she didn't have time to be sentimental, so she looked around the classroom and saw that other students were studying and immediately turned around to continue to do the questions.

At the same time, Zhang Fan also sighed in his heart that he did not work as hard as he is now in the previous month before the college entrance examination.

Ju Minghong told the news that Zhang Fan and Jiang Lanqing would take the college entrance examination in advance to other subject teachers in their class, and said confidently: "I believe that next year's top scorer in the college entrance examination will be either Jiang Lanqing or Zhang Fan."

Her idea was very challenging, and teachers of various subjects were also aroused.

So Zhang Fan and Jiang Lanqing became troubled. Facing the small training sessions specially given to them by the teachers, they had to attend!

Originally, the study progress in their class was faster than that of other classes, and the two of them were even ahead of other students in the class.

Some people are also dissatisfied with the teacher's bias towards Jiang Lanqing and Zhang Fan. They just think of the abnormal grades of the two people in the last monthly exam, so they can only suppress this dissatisfaction in their hearts and urge themselves to study harder in the future.

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In the third evening study, Zhang Fan and Jiang Lanqing were not in the classroom, but came to Ju Minghong's office.

They want to receive her Olympiad tutoring.

When the bell rang, both of them breathed a sigh of relief and shook their dizzy heads.

"It's finally over."

Ju Minghong glared at them and said angrily: "This is where you follow!"

I opened their exercise book and ticked a few questions with a red pen.

"You two go back and do these three questions and come to my office for inspection tomorrow at noon."

"Ah, three ways!" Zhang Fan and Jiang Lanqing exclaimed at the same time.

This is an Olympiad math problem. When they finish these three questions, don’t expect to play intimate games at night.

"What? Everyone has a head on their heads. How can you get a good ranking in a national competition if you don't work hard?" Ju Minghong picked up the book and knocked Zhang Fan's arm. This bastard must have thought of pleading with her massage.

Zhang Fan did not say that he and Jiang Lanqing had both drunk No. 1 in life and had their own plug-in.

He didn't know that Jiang Lanqing had already brought his own plug-in before drinking Life No. 1.

After massaging Ju Minghong for a few minutes, he took Jiang Lanqing's hand and walked out of Ju Minghong's office.

Ju Minghong looked at their backs, pinching their shoulders with her hands while shaking her head back and forth, and her fatigue was indeed driven away.

Recalling the first time he was silly and wanted to massage himself, he couldn't help laughing and muttered to himself: "This kid's massage level is getting better and better."

When he got home, Zhang Zhenzhen had already prepared supper.

The future girl is now expanding steadily, so she is not as busy as a while ago, and she can have extra time to take care of Zhang Fan and Jiang Lanqing's diet and daily life.

Seeing that Zhang Fan and Jiang Lanqing were both tired, they made a cheerful gesture and encouraged them with full energy: "If you stick with it, I came here like this."

Zhang Fan glanced at Zhang Zhenzhen and exposed her lies mercilessly. "Sister, you worked very hard at the beginning, but I saw that there were stickman paintings in your book, which means you..."

"That's called a combination of work and rest." Zhang Zhenzhen knocked Zhang Fan's head, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, and said, "Come here to get food by yourself, I have become your two maids recently."

To be honest, Zhang Zhenzhen admitted that she was not as tired as they were before the college entrance examination, but Zhang Fan still made her unhappy if she didn't give her face so much.

"I'm not going to serve you some food today."

The supper was very rich. Although it was not big fish or meat, it was all nourishing the body at first glance. The only disadvantage was that it was too light.

"Sister Zhenzhen, have you forgotten to put on hot chili again?" Jiang Lanqing reminded kindly.

Then she was knocked on the head by Zhang Zhenzhen, who said proudly: "This is done by me according to the guidance of experts on TV, highlighting that one does not destroy nutrition."

"So there is no taste." Zhang Fan complained.

"Why doesn't there taste? There is oily flowers!" Zhang Zhenzhen picked up the spoon and put a spoonful of soup, staring at it carefully, and said.

After saying that, he poured the spoonful of soup into Zhang Fan's bowl.

"That expert also said that the nutrition of the ingredients is in the soup."

"In fact, many experts are liars." For the sake of his future oral advice, Zhang Fan decided to correct Zhang Zhenzhen's blind admiration for experts.

This is wrong and undesirable.

"That's an expert from CCTV, not our local TV station." Zhang Zhenzhen said dissatisfied.

"It's the same. You can get it by giving money. One makes money by vulgar advertising, and the other makes money by creating 'high-end' authority." Zhang Fan reminded.

Some middle-aged and elderly people have heartfelt trust in CCTV, but they end up being cheated terrible.

For example, a health product advertisement broadcast on CCTV now will be cursed by everyone who discovered the truth within a few years.

Zhang Fan's expression was very serious, and Zhang Zhenzhen nodded. "I know, I just said it casually."

Thinking of what she discussed with Yang Mo recently, she asked Zhang Fan again: "Xiaofan, do you think we should advertise on CCTV or on Mango TV?"

The future girl is ready for everything now, but she lacks popularity. Compared with the word-of-mouth publicity of customers, it is more important to rely on advertising to let the people who eat melons know that there is such a clothing brand called "Future Girl", whose clothes are beautiful, good-quality and affordable.

Zhang Fan thought for a while before answering. "Mango TV! Its audience has a relatively high degree of compatibility with our customers."

"Oh." Zhang Zhenzhen nodded and asked again: "Celebrity invites Liu Yifei?"

She still remembers what Zhang Fan said casually.

At this time, Zhang Fan suddenly flashed his mind about an advertisement for a certain clothing brand he saw in his later generations, so he shook his head. "No need to invite stars."

Then he said, "I'll write a plan for you later. If you find an advertisement and shoot it according to my requirements, the feedback should be very good."

"I understand." Zhang Zhenzhen nodded and agreed.

Then she remembered something very important, patted her forehead half hard, and said in great annoyance: "Why did I mention the company's affairs to you again? I clearly agreed to let you concentrate on studying."

"Sister Zhenzhen, you have said this many times." Jiang Lanqing quipped with a smile.

He looked at Zhang Fan again and said with anticipation: "I will sit next to you and watch you write, and you can teach me too."

Zhang Fan did not refuse because he knew very well that it would be useless for him to refuse. Anyway, this girl would definitely be so mean to make him agree.

He had a deep understanding of this.

By the time Zhang Fan planned the future girl’s advertisement with the memory in his mind, it was already twelve o’clock.

In fact, he didn't take much time to write, mainly because Jiang Lanqing, the curious baby, kept asking.

"Why?"

Zhang Fan couldn't answer some questions himself, so he had to turn on the computer to find the Baidu teacher.

“Why are some of the ads very classic?”
To be continued...