Damn, are these still high school students?
Isn’t this perverted?
Yes.
Ting Jiangnian admitted he didn’t like the biology major, and Qingbao was as dejected as a little person squatting in a corner drawing circles.
"I think biology is... quite interesting."
Jiang Nian was sweating like crazy, "I’ll do it, teacher, I’ll do it, isn’t that enough?"
"Is it willingly?" Qingbao stared at him intently.
"It is..." Jiang Nian was drenched in sweat.
The two went down to the first floor and entered the empty science office.
The sunlight at the window was just right, and the noisy sounds of dismissal outside carried into the office. Only a faint bit of sound remained, making it seem peaceful.
Jiang Nian skillfully made tea for Qingbao, steam curling upwards.
"Teacher, I’m curious, why not give the test paper to the whole class to do together?"
"They have test papers, five sheets." Qingbao spread his hand, showing a terrifying number, "Yours is different, and it’s not suitable to distribute."
Jiang Nian was stunned, silently adding up the biology papers he had to do.
Hell, even with both hands, I can’t count them all.
Perhaps even Qingbao felt it was a bit absurd, guiltily sipping Jasmine Tea noisily, not speaking, pretending to be a pure little lotus.
Sigh, when did I learn this passive skill?
Qingbao himself wasn’t sure, he just started using it. Cultivating a closed-door disciple was also an achievent for himself.
Jiang Nian’s biology grades actually still had room for improvent.
His foundation was extrely solid, even the small print in the book. As long as it was printed, he rembered every word clearly.
Biology is different from other subjects, having a good mory makes you good material.
"Teacher, you..."
"You just have to squeeze it in, ti is like a sponge." Qingbao interrupted, "I see you looking relaxed normally, which proves you have lots of ti."
"Everyone needs to rest, teacher."
Qingbao waved his hand, "Not so exaggerated, just talk a little less with girls, and you’ll find the ti."
Jiang Nian: "..."
Really, Qingbao even played on stereotypes.
But then again, there’s only a week and a half left. If I want to improve my grade, I don’t even know where to start.
The sheets Qingbao gave, although nurous, at least provided a direction.
Instead of wasting ti, it’s better to take action.
"Alright then, thank you, teacher." Jiang Nian said solemnly.
"It’s fine, no need to thank ." Qingbao was also a bit embarrassed, after all, he was pressuring Jiang Nian so much, it was quite embarrassing.
Then, Jiang Nian took this opportunity to express his current learning difficulties to Qingbao.
End-of-month exams, aiming for 600.
Qingbao pulled out a grade sheet, manually recording Jiang Nian’s weekly test scores in all subjects for the month, a completely personal record.
It’s basically the birth details of a closed-door disciple in terms of learning.
Jiang Nian earnestly listened to Qingbao’s analysis and suggestions, nodding frequently.
Finally, he asked the question that had been on his mind for a long ti.
"Teacher, what’s the class president’s level in biology?"
Qingbao thought for a mont, "In the science general exam, about the sa as Li Hua."
That’s extraordinary too, to be on the sa level as Li Hua.
Jiang Nian clicked his tongue inside, leaving the office with the test paper.
....
First class in the afternoon.
Chinese class, Lao Liu was in the middle of teaching when he suddenly started talking about sothing.
"Ah, our Olympic class’s first-round review progress is faster, nearing the end..."
The class’s mood inevitably dimd, the anticipation and joy for the upcoming coming-of-age ceremony significantly diluted.
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