We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"along, along."

"You've finished writing, class monitor." Li Mubai handed her the dictation notebook.

"it is good."

Xie Shu corrected the mistakes very carefully, ticking the correct ones and crossing the wrong ones. If it were someone else, they might have just crossed the wrong ones to be lazy and save ink.

"Two mistakes." She pushed the notebook towards him, pointing to the two errors on it.

"OK."

"You can use another notebook as a dictation notebook. Once you have twenty wrong words, memorize them again and do the dictation again," Xie Shu said.

This suggestion seems good, and Li Mubai nodded in agreement.

"Let's talk about English grammar next."

"it is good."

Li Mubai consciously took out another grammar notebook.

After explaining English grammar to him, Xie Shu also went on to explain the math they had learned that day, and didn't return to the classroom until 7 p.m.

dong dong dong.

The first class on Tuesday was math. Teacher Chen tapped the blackboard and said:

"Let's find someone to solve this problem."

He glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on a certain boy.

"Yang Kun, come up here."

Zhao Feng watched him walk up to the podium with a look of self-satisfaction.

Yang Kun shakily took a piece of chalk from the chalk box, stood in front of the blackboard, and held his hand up for a long time without moving.

"Holy crap, no way!" Yang Kun thought, breaking out in a cold sweat.

As time passed, he remained in this stalemate with the blackboard for more than a minute.

"Alright, get down. You don't even know this? Didn't we just explain the principle yesterday?" Teacher Chen gently kicked his butt.

Yang Kun breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he only got a kick to the butt and was reprimanded, without any serious punishment…

"Pick up your books and stand at the back," Teacher Chen continued.

Yang Kun retreated dejectedly.

"Li Mubai, come up here."

Chen Qiuhe looked at him with pity.

Li Mubai walked to the podium, picked up the chalk that Yang Kun had hastily dropped, thought for a while in front of the blackboard, and then began to write down the solution process.

In just two minutes, a blackboard was filled with the solution steps and answers.

He placed the chalk on the podium and awaited the teacher's judgment.

Teacher Chen looked at the answer and pondered for a moment before speaking:

"There has been progress, but there is one step that can be simplified further. Please go and sit down first."

Fortunately, Xie Shu explained yesterday's math concepts to him; otherwise, he might have ended up like Yang Kun.

"Wow, Li Mubai, you're amazing! You solved this difficult problem." As soon as get out of class ended, Chen Qiuhe turned around and said.

He glanced at the person sitting in front of him, then looked at Chen Qiuhe and said:

"I just reviewed this part of the material yesterday, and that's how I figured it out."

Li Mubai wondered how much his English and math had improved, and looked forward to the next monthly exam.

In the afternoon, during our practical labor class, we went to the farming garden to experience tilling the soil. It wasn't too hot today.

During evening self-study, Li Mubai brought his dictation notebook and vocabulary list to the English office.

"Is this the dictation and memorization practice that started last Wednesday?" Teacher Li flipped through the dictation notebook.

"Yes, teacher."

There haven't been many times. So far, there have only been four dictation tests. The fewest mistakes were one, and the most were five. Ebbinghaus is still too powerful. In the past, he probably would have gotten at most half wrong.

"Exchange, say the Chinese meaning of it and spell it out verbally," Teacher Li said, covering up the dictation book and vocabulary list.

"Exchange, communication, e..."

Teacher Li asked a few more questions, and Li Mubai answered them fluently.

"Good, but what if you made a mistake in the dictation?" Teacher Li asked.

"The class monitor told me to write down the mistakes in my notebook, and to accumulate twenty of them like I was memorizing a vocabulary list."

"Okay, that's a good method. But what about grammar? I've looked at your past English essays, and it seems you don't quite understand how to distinguish between singular and plural forms."

"I asked the class monitor, and now I can tell the difference, it's just..."

"Xie Shu teaches very well, so I'll just take some money from my salary for you to pay for tutoring," Teacher Li said with a smile.

"No need for a teacher, I have money." Li Mubai didn't realize it was a joke and thought that Teacher Li was really going to use his salary to pay for his tutoring.

"Ha ha."

Teacher Li chuckled a few times and then said:

"Alright, you can go back and continue your studies. If you have money, you can buy some snacks to thank Xie Shu for his help."

"Okay, teacher."

……

After lunch on Wednesday, Li Mubai did another dictation of twenty words and studied English grammar.

Afterwards, he took a bag of snacks out of his backpack.

"Class monitor, Teacher Li asked me to give this to you."

"OK, thanks."

Xie Shu didn't refuse politely; she took the bag, which contained sweets, cookies, and the like.

She took out a box of Oreo cookies, opened the box, tore open the packaging, took out a cookie, and took a small bite. It was strawberry flavored.

"You eat too." She took out a piece and handed it to Li Mubai, who was copying down words he had misspelled in his dictation.

"No need, class monitor," he refused.

"Friends should share."

Uh—okay.

Li Mubai took the piece and finished it in two or three bites.

Li Mubai bought quite a lot of snacks and some drinks. Xie Shu opened a bottle of AD calcium milk and placed it in front of him.

"No need, class monitor, I have water here." Li Mubai took out a water bottle from the side of his schoolbag, shook it, and the sound of running water could be heard.

"Friends should share."

Well, Xie Shu remains as stubborn as ever.

I don't know why people like to give AD calcium milk as a small gift. Maybe it's because students hope that drinking calcium milk can help them grow taller, and Li Mubai did the same.

"Take a break and then go back to the classroom to study. Let's balance work and rest."

Just as Li Mubai finished drinking the calcium milk and was about to pick up his pen to continue studying, Xie Shu suddenly spoke up.

"OK."

He looked up and glanced at Xie Shu, who was also looking at him.

Li Mubai quickly looked away and gazed out the window.

The door to the club activity room was closed, isolating the students from their playful noises; very few students come to this building.

It's a cloudy day today; the air feels quiet, and the clouds seem to have slowed down.

"If only it would rain, I could listen to the rain in the classroom," Li Mubai thought.

Nourishes—

Li Mubai turned his head.

After finishing the calcium milk in his hand, Xie Shu uttered his final "last words" in the empty activity room.

Without changing her expression, she put down the bottle and asked:

"Shall we go to the rooftop?"

The leap in thought was so abrupt that it startled Li Mubai.

"There might be other classmates on the rooftop," Li Mubai said.

In his experience, at this time, some boys who have finished eating might go to the rooftop to smoke.

Although Pingyang No. 6 Middle School is a key provincial high school, it cannot stop human curiosity, especially boys' curiosity about smoking.

"We'll only know if we go and see for ourselves," Xie Shu said.

Well, seeing Xie Shu's insistence, Li Mubai agreed. He packed up the trash, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and left with Xie Shu.

The rooftop doors of all the other buildings were locked, except for the rooftop door of the teaching building.

The activity room was located in a building connected to the teaching building, so Li Mubai and Xie Shu went directly to the fifth floor. There were no classes on this floor, but occasionally couples would stroll there.

Above that is the rooftop.

"Is it locked?" Xie Shu asked.

"Yes." Looking at the tightly locked door, Li Mubai touched the lock on the door; it felt heavy.

It must have been during Monday's PE class that the two boys from Class 10 were caught smoking on the rooftop by the head of the Ideological and Political Education Department, so the rooftop was locked to prevent any future trouble.

Damn it, this is really bad, my rooftop!