My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 65 The Second Monthly Exam, Summer Reading List
"nervous?"

Downstairs in the teaching building, Cheng Shuangjiang squeezed Zhou Heming's hand.

"Don't be nervous, I'll be fine with Chinese, but I can't say for the other subjects."

Zhou Heming felt the warmth of the girl's palm and spoke the truth.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if we regress a little."

She encouraged him.

"No, learning is like rowing against the current. I must improve. This time I must get 600."

Zhou Heming said in a low voice, trying to cheer himself up.

"Okay, then let's meet at your exam room after the exam."

The two walked to the entrance of their respective examination rooms. Cheng Shuangjiang grabbed Zhou Heming's hand, then leaned her head slightly closer and whispered in his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"If Ahe gets 600 points this time, then I will..."

Upon hearing Cheng Shuangjiang's words, Zhou Heming's spirits trembled.

If that's how you put it, then I'll have to show you my true skills.

Let me state upfront that Zhou Heming's high spirits were not solely driven by the reward; he was purely motivated to prove that he would reclaim what he had lost.

"Ah He, your true feelings are written all over your face~"

Cheng Shuangjiang suppressed a laugh and waved her hand.

"Go quickly, I'm really looking forward to the day you receive your reward."

"We must take it."

Zhou Heming was full of confidence.

The two students were taking exams right next to each other.

Cheng Shuangjiang naturally sat in exam room number one, where the top fifty students in the grade gathered, while Zhou Heming, for the second time since starting high school, sat in exam room number two.

The last time was during the initial placement test at the beginning of the semester. Because his entrance exam score was 79th, he was assigned to exam room number two.

And this time, quite coincidentally, his grade ranking was still seventy-ninth, and he was also in exam room number two.

However, no one knows what kind of turmoil and displacement occurred between these two separate periods of seventy-nine people.

"Good morning, Ahe."

As soon as Zhou Heming entered the examination room, he saw Xu Youyou.

She scored 609 points in the last monthly exam, ranking 67th in her grade, and sat in the second row, seventh seat.

"Good morning."

Zhou Heming glanced around and saw that many people were still memorizing and reviewing from their booklets, making the most of every minute. Compared to the students in exam room number eight who would joke around before the exam, these were genuine small-town test-takers. A 211 university was a sure thing, and a 985 university was within reach. One point could crush countless others.

However, they are still seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school students. No matter how hard they study, they will still gossip.

Therefore, when Zhou Heming walked to his seat, many people glanced over.

Cheng Shuangjiang's score last time raised their relationship to a new level.

There are even bizarre rumors circulating on Jiangcheng Middle School that confessing your love before the college entrance exam and becoming a couple will improve both of your scores and get into your desired university.

Honestly, I'd be willing to improve my monthly exam score by 80 points just to date the school beauty.

Hmph, you're just lucky. Next time you take the exam, there won't be a place for you here!
Heh heh, so this is the newbie? Looks like this [trial] is going to be very interesting.

Zhou Heming imagined what everyone was thinking.

Feeling a little uncomfortable under these gazes, Zhou Heming simply took out his pencil case, checked that the pencils for filling in the answer sheet were working properly, and then checked whether the pencils could still write. He then pretended to take out his booklet and glanced at it.

Actually, he didn't need to be so nervous before the Chinese exam, but with the atmosphere around him so intense, he felt out of place if he didn't look around.

He sat in the second to last row of the third column, directly facing the podium.

The exam time was up, and the exam papers were quickly passed down.

Although this was called a monthly exam, it was actually more like a midterm exam, and the test papers were much more formal.

Zhou Heming first glanced at the essay.

The essay prompt, based on provided material, mainly discusses survivor bias and is suitable for writing an argumentative essay.

No need to make it particularly outstanding, Zhou Heming decided to write an argumentative essay to get by.

Determine your thesis statement, use the provided materials as your starting point, list several sub-arguments, state them one by one, and provide supporting evidence with some eloquent quotes from famous figures. Write a couple of original interpretations yourself, then present counter-arguments, and finally, use three parallel sentences to connect your thesis statements for a clever and elegant conclusion.

Writing this kind of argumentative essay doesn't even require thinking.

No wonder many schools are now checking AI-written essays; AI-written essays are indeed far superior to those written by humans.

With twenty minutes left, Zhou Heming had finished checking the test paper. Feeling a little bored, he stared at the unused draft paper, his mind still on the reward Cheng Shuangjiang had promised him that morning for getting a score of 600.

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His face flushed red instantly, and Zhou Heming lowered his head, deciding to check again.
"Ah He, you seem to be a little too enthusiastic."

Looking at Zhou Heming, who was studying diligently at the dining table, Cheng Shuangjiang smiled with a hint of helplessness.

"No, I was just thinking about Teacher Cheng. I can't let him down."

Zhou Heming said grandly, without even raising his head, and continued to bury himself in the sea of ​​books.

"Speak of it."

The girl suddenly spoke.

"If one day I'm no longer by Ahe's side, will Ahe still study so hard?"

"?"

Zhou Heming abruptly stopped writing.

"That is to say, for example, if I need to treat my arm, I need to have surgery and go to a large hospital in another province."

Seeing the boy's worried expression, she smiled and then explained.

Do you have enough money?
The first thing that popped into Zhou Heming's mind was his savings account and the cost of the surgery that he had checked several times.

It's simply not enough.

Although it's not as much as their own debts, it's still a considerable sum.

At the very least, as high school students, they are unable to afford it.

"If we want treatment, we'll have to wait until after the college entrance exam."

"Probably, but at that time, Ahe should also have academic tasks to face."

"I will continue to work hard."

The boy remembered what Cheng Lingjun had told him.

"I study not only for our future, but also so that I can live a life with a clear conscience."

"Ah He looked so cool when he said that!"

She raised her hand and gently smoothed the hair on Zhou Heming's forehead.

"Speaking of which, wait a minute."

Cheng Shuangjiang, who had put on a thick coat over her long-sleeved pajamas, got up and went to the next room. Soon, she returned to Zhou Heming's room with several books in her left hand.

"I'll just get it for you, there's no need for you to do it yourself."

Zhou Heming immediately stood up, took the books, and placed them on the dining table.

I glanced at them; they were all literary classics.

Besides the previously mentioned *One Hundred Years of Solitude*, there's also Gabriel García Márquez's *Love in the Time of Cholera*, Borges's poetry collection, Hesse's *The Last Summer of Klingsor*, *Siddhartha*, Wang Xiaobo's *The Golden Age*, Goethe's *Faust*, Gide's *The Narrow Gate*, the Russian author's *White Nights* (with a very long title), and for some reason, Nietzsche's *Thus Spoke Zarathustra*.

These books all look a bit old, as if they've been read many times, but they're in relatively good condition.

"These were given to me by the owner of the old bookstore, and some were given to me by my uncle. I've finished reading them and they're just sitting there anyway, so I thought I'd give them to you, Ah He, so you can read them slowly when you have time."

She said softly.

"Wow, it's a long and arduous journey. I might not have time to watch it until after the college entrance exam."

Looking at these books, Zhou Heming suddenly felt that the future was a little too full.

"Ahe is the type who will read a book he likes in one go without eating or sleeping, so it's best not to read it before the college entrance exam, otherwise it will affect his sleep schedule."

The girl knew Zhou Heming inside and out. She smiled and spoke softly, as if coaxing a kindergarten child.

"Besides, I want to relive those memories with Ahe. Just imagine, in the summer when the cicadas are chirping the loudest, we're sitting by the window, looking at the clear sky outside, enjoying the air conditioning, eating sliced ​​watermelon, reading books and talking about the plot and the text. How wonderful would that be?"

Zhou Heming, who is good at imagining, sketched out that scene, which was indeed very pleasant and captivating.

It's even more appealing than the reward for scoring 600 points.

"I've also made a reading list. We'll read them in order so we can read the most suitable content at the right time."

She sent the book list to Zhou Heming's QQ.

As expected of J, who excels at planning, everything was in perfect order, and she even had a reading schedule planned out.

In contrast, Zhou Heming's reading plan is basically to pick up whichever book comes to mind and read it based entirely on his mood and what catches his eye.

"Looking at it this way, after the college entrance exam, we'll be studying together, watching movies together, and maybe even going to Lu Bai's hometown to watch the filming of a TV series. We'll also be taking driving tests and such. It'll be busier than I imagined."

Zhou Heming suddenly felt that since meeting Cheng Shuangjiang, his days had become fulfilling and dazzling.

Maybe it's because the weather is nice, or maybe it's because the weather is bad.

Perhaps it's because the weather was just right.

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