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Chapter 139 Time Flies Like a Galloping Horse
Chapter 140 Time Flies Like a Galloping Horse
Learn and improve!
Study hard and strive for 100 days!
The last three months mark the start of the college entrance examination period.
The days after the New Year really flew by.
It's not the kind of time that flies by in a flash, but rather the kind of time that comes when you count the days on your fingers and realize you don't have enough fingers left. In the blink of an eye, the festive atmosphere of the New Year has already faded, and exams of all sizes are just around the corner.
The city still carries the lingering smell of firecrackers from the Lunar New Year.
Song Che woke up earlier than usual, at 6:30, and heard noises coming from the kitchen while lying in bed.
When I went outside, I saw Xia Li standing in front of the stove, holding a spatula and staring at the eggs in the frying pan.
The eggs were fried beautifully and looked delicious.
Xia Li spoke up, "It'll be ready soon, just wait a moment."
As soon as she finished speaking, she tried to flip the egg over, but when she poked it with the spatula, the yolk broke, and the bright yellow liquid flowed out and spread across the bottom of the pan.
Xia Li stared at the egg yolk, her eyebrows showing displeasure; she didn't want to expose it.
Song Che watched from the side, suppressing his laughter.
"You can eat it." Xia Li scooped up the egg, put it on a plate, and pushed it in front of Song Che. "You eat it."
"And you?"
"I'll make another one."
She was extremely careful when flipping the second egg, which caused it to overcook—it became a little overcooked. Xia Li sat down opposite him with the plate and let Song Che choose one to eat.
Song Che didn't mind, took a bite, and found it tasted good.
Xia Li's cooking skills are better than mine. She remembers everything she has learned very well and puts the ingredients in just the right amount.
After Song Che finished eating, he washed the dishes, while Xia Li stood beside him watching. Someone was setting off firecrackers outside the window; it must be a store opening. There was a series of popping sounds, and smoke drifted up from the alley below.
"Is school starting today?" Xia Li asked.
"Um.
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"What time will you be back?"
"It should be around 5 pm. The first day shouldn't be too long. I have to go on the first day of the new semester. I'll tell my parents and we'll continue to study at home in the new semester."
"6
Xia Li lowered her head, knowing she would have to stay home again.
After washing the dishes and drying his hands, Song Che went back to his room to change. When he came out, Xia Li was still standing at the kitchen door, handing him his coat.
"It's cold in the morning, you can take it off at noon."
"I'm gone."
"Um."
Song Che opened the door and went out, closing it behind him. The motion-activated light in the stairwell flickered on and off. He walked down the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the hallway.
When I got downstairs, I glanced back and saw a figure standing behind the window. Her silver hair stood out in the daylight. She had seen me off like this last time. I wondered if she was still afraid to be alone.
He waved, and after a while, the figure waved back.
The first day of school didn't have many regular classes. Instead, they talked about important points. The homeroom teacher spent the whole class period reciting things like getting back into the swing of things, the last semester of senior year, and the important things for everyone to be aware of. Song Che sat by the window, listening while flipping through his Chinese textbook. He was very clear about what was going on and how important things were. He knew he really needed to study hard this time.
Jiang Shuo sat behind him and poked his back with a pen.
Song Che turned around, and Jiang Shuo handed him a note: "Let me copy the last test paper of the winter vacation homework."
Song Che wrote: That's all, I've handed it in.
Jiang Shuo poked him again: Then why are you writing so fast?
Song Che didn't reply; he turned back.
When get out of class ended, Zhang Hanyu came over and stood next to Jiang Shuo's desk, looking down at him as he finished his homework. Jiang Shuo didn't dare to lift his head, his pen scribbling rapidly on the notebook.
"What did you do during your winter break?" Zhang Hanyu asked.
"I'm off to have some fun. I didn't go skiing for two days last time."
"You spent the entire winter break playing?"
"Not really—" Jiang Shuo paused, "I played most of the time."
Zhang Hanyu didn't say anything, she just looked at him.
Jiang Shuo felt uneasy under her gaze, and his pen moved even faster. "Don't stand here. I can't write if you stand here."
"You can't write it because you don't know how."
Jiang Shuo choked, but he couldn't care less about arguing now; doing his homework was the priority.
The opening exams are scheduled for the second week.
This is unavoidable; it happens every year. Before the holiday, the teacher says, "Study hard and come back for the exam," and the students nod and say, "Okay, teacher." Then they play and sleep as usual, only starting to look at their books the day before the exam.
Song Che is different this time.
He started reviewing a week in advance. After his last skiing trip, he would catch up on his homework. Every evening after dinner and tidying up the table, he would spread out his textbooks and test papers to review his weak points. Xia Li sat opposite him, reading her book or working on her computer to earn money.
The two sat facing each other, each doing their own thing, occasionally glancing up at the other before looking down and continuing.
Sometimes when Song Che got tired of doing his homework, he would stare at Xia Li for a while. It was too pleasing to the eye to have such a beautiful woman at home. Every time he finished looking at her, Song Che suddenly felt less tired.
But every time he looks at Xia Li, he gets caught red-handed.
Xia Li would always ask him why he kept staring at her.
Song Che didn't want to explain, so he made up an excuse, "No, I'm thinking about a question."
Xia Li stared at him for two seconds, "You didn't think about the question just now."
"I've thought about it."
"I didn't think about it."
Song Che conceded defeat, "Fine, I didn't think about it, it's up to you."
Xia Li lowered her head and continued reading.
The entrance exams lasted three days: Chinese, math, English, and a combined science exam. That afternoon, after the exams, Song Che emerged from the exam hall, followed by Jiang Shuo, who looked utterly dejected.
"It's over," Jiang Shuo said. "It's completely over."
"What happened?"
"I left the last big physics question blank."
That question was inherently difficult.
"Did you write it?"
"I wrote it."
"Is it full?"
"It's full."
Jiang Shuo looked at him, "You've filled it all up and you're still telling me it's difficult?"
Song Che thought for a moment, "It's difficult, but I wrote it. This is the first time I've written one so far."
Jiang Shuo was silent for two seconds, then turned to Zhang Hanyu to complain.
Song Che's grades were already quite good. After he suddenly came in last place last time, Jiang Shuo was secretly pleased that he could compete with Song Che. However, Song Che's grades steadily improved, and now that the holiday is over, Song Che's strength seems to have returned.
After the exam, I went home.
Eat, sleep, get up and study.
Jiang Shuo and Zhang Hanyu are similar.
Actually, in the later stages, it doesn't matter whether you're in school or not.
Those who know how to learn will continue to learn, while those who don't will remain lax.
With only 100 days left, everyone is eager to give it their all.
After studying hard for more than ten years, wouldn't it be a shame not to give it a shot?
Song Che felt that his mental state was getting better and better.
He only sleeps five hours a day. He gets up in the morning to study and isn't sleepy at all. He can even do a few more practice tests until 11 p.m.
Is this situation reasonable?
However, Xia Li stayed with him from morning till night. Xia Li studied junior high school material and earned some money by carrying bricks. However, such days were rather boring, and Song Che himself felt it. He and Xia Li talked less and less.
Sometimes he would ignore Xia Li for a long time.
Xia Li could only stare at him blankly, and then try to find something to do.
She knew that Song Che was preparing for the college entrance examination so that he would have better opportunities to earn money in the future.
Song Che is making plans for the future.
Xia Li felt that Song Che was too tired.
—It breaks my heart.
After half a month of this routine, Xia Li learned to make seven or eight kinds of breakfast and more than ten kinds of dinner. Her skills gradually became more proficient, and sometimes when Zhang Shushu came, she would praise Xia Li's cooking skills.
Xia Li really wanted to talk to Song Che. Although she was not good with words and usually did not speak on her own initiative, Song Che was very serious when he started learning. She did not want to disturb him, so they did not get to talk to each other before going to sleep.
Xia Li wanted to tell Song Che that she had earned a lot of money from manual labor, that she had earned enough to buy her equipment, and that she had also learned a lot. However, by evening, Song Che looked very tired, and Xia Li wanted him to rest rather than chat.
So, in order not to disturb him, Xia Li thought about her own things.
In just half a month, the two of them had developed a habit and a balance.
Or rather—a tacit understanding.
Xia Li knew he wasn't ignoring her on purpose.
She focused on her own things, letting Song Che concentrate on his studies while she dealt with other issues.
She felt she needed to resolve her identity issue herself. Song Che remembered that she had read through the notebook last time, so the plan could continue.
Xia Li started fiddling with the magic mirror, trying to figure out a bunch of questions about her identity.
Finally, a conclusion was reached.
This problem cannot be solved.
When it comes to procedures and formality, even illusions cannot guarantee that one can get away with it.
Xia Li didn't want to solve this problem anymore.
She didn't want Song Che to solve this problem either.
Xia Li is melancholy at night.
A melancholy woman.
In the span of half a month, she experienced several different human emotions, feeling both uncomfortable and somewhat comfortable.
Xia Li didn't know why, she only knew that at night...
She became a melancholy woman because of what she was thinking about.
But surprisingly, Song Che didn't study until 11 o'clock today.
I stopped writing at 10 o'clock and sat on the sofa in a daze.
After persisting for half a month, he felt that the training had yielded some results.
After the New Year, the senior high school students had no new courses, only exams.
Weekly tests, diagnostic tests, joint exams, all kinds of tests.
Song Che gradually figured out his own strength.
His Chinese language skills are very solid.
English is relatively simple; he has already caught up to his previous level.
Mathematics and combined science subjects are considered the most difficult.
But after this period of intensive study, he was able to consistently score points.
Mathematics is the most typical example.
Try to get all ten multiple-choice questions right, and guess on the last two. You should be able to get around ten right, which is good enough to get them all right. For the fill-in-the-blank questions, get at least two right, and ideally three right.
Make sure you get all the first few big questions right, and try to get as many points as possible on the last difficult questions.
With this, Song Che has stabilized at 110 points, and is confident that he can stabilize at 120 points next.
The combined science exam is even more typical.
This kind of thing requires you to take the route of getting points. Write as many points as possible first. Apart from a few geniuses, very few people can finish the science section and get a high accuracy rate.
Based on this calculation, Song Che's total score stabilized at 570 points.
I just barely made it to the threshold of a 211 university, but it's not enough.
The more Song Che spent with Xia Li, the more he realized that Xia Li was a good person, and a good person in a stubborn way.
She's the kind of person who, once she's decided on someone, sticks with them and places great importance on agreements, especially those with people she trusts.
Song Che could easily list a bunch of her good points, and what he liked most about Xia Li was that she was inhuman.
Yes, Xia Li doesn't look like a human.
She completely lacks the human ability to weigh pros and cons; she's just stubborn.
It's so shaky.
She just thought Song Che was good.
But if Song Che were to say that, as a good young man of the new era, he was just a normal person at the time—he was simply a little more sincere towards Xia Li. In Hit, there is a self-proclaimed hierarchy of contempt, and witches are symbols of evil.
But Song Che didn't have that thought; he really didn't have it at all.
He simply believed that everyone is equal.
So later, when he spent time with Xia Li, Xia Li felt that he was different from other people.
I will not look down on others.
As Song Che pondered this, a smile crept onto his lips.
He is quite happy.
I don't know if it's because he's only been sleeping five hours a day lately, or if he's just mentally exhausted.
Song Che felt incredibly good.
I can now write five sets of test papers at once.
Song Che shook his head and adjusted his mindset.
Xia Li was still watching him from the side. "Are you going to sleep now?"
"It's still early, let's not sleep tonight."
"Have you finished learning?"
"Yeah, the exam results just came out today, and my ranking went up." Song Che looked at Xia Li. Knowing Xia Li's personality, she would be happy to hear this, but she definitely wouldn't be like the girl he imagined, giving him a sweet smile and then hugging him and saying coquettishly, "You're so amazing! I'll kiss you and pat you. You're so good."
Song Che imagined the scene in his mind.
Xia Li will never be able to act cute again in this lifetime.
She stood there like a puppet soldier, nodded, and said, "Okay."
Song Che didn't expect her to say anything.
There are still about two more months of this. Once we get through this period, I can finally spend more time with Xia Li.
We'll address the current issues when the time comes.
Let's also address his current thoughts.
His current feelings for Xia Li are like those for a flower growing in mud.
Nothing can leave a stain on this flower; she is so pure and untainted by the mud, but there is one type of mud that can taint her.
That silt is Song Che.
Song Che knew himself too well, so much so that he couldn't lie to himself that he was truly outstanding and worthy of Xia Li.
But he also wanted to possess Xia Li.
This awful thought always gave him a headache.
hypocritical!
Song Che grew increasingly disgusted with his own hypocrisy.
He wanted to become better so that he could naturally stand beside Xia Li.
Instead of taking advantage of Xia Li's firm choice to have no worries and wasting her expectations.
Xia Li tilted her head to the side, "Your complexion suddenly doesn't look good, is it a headache?"
"No, I was just daydreaming." Song Che looked at Xia Li's face again.
He asked himself, if Xia Li hadn't been so beautiful to begin with, would he have liked her?
Song Che knew very well that he probably wouldn't.
But if Xia Li asked herself honestly, if Song Che were ugly, poor, and had nothing, would she still choose him?
Will do.
As long as Song Che's inner qualities remain unchanged, Xia Li will definitely choose him.
So Song Che was in great pain, because he, such a hypocritical person, had met someone who was not hypocritical at all.
However, Song Che can guarantee one thing now.
No matter what Xia Li becomes now, no matter how ugly she is, whether she becomes Pigsy, how cold her personality is, or even if she becomes hypocritical, no longer Xia Li, no longer pure, falls into the abyss, or becomes wicked.
I will like her too.
And they did everything in their power to pull her back from that abyss of depravity.
Song Che also wants to be a generous and open person.