I really like your sand sculpture group friends

He walked alone across the playground to his examination room.

Sitting in the familiar examination room once again, Mo Xiangwen couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

When the exam start bell rang, sounding like a battle cry, his heart skipped a beat.

It's okay, I can do it.

Mo Xiangwen opened and closed his eyes, and all the confusion and unease in his eyes vanished in an instant.

He flipped through the exam paper and immediately got a general idea of ​​what was going on. A sense of confidence welled up inside him.

When I picked up my pen again and focused on the exam paper, my surging emotions suddenly calmed down, and my writing became firm and powerful, as if divinely inspired.

No problem, he can recite these classical Chinese texts fluently, and writing essays is just a matter of rewriting them.

No problem, he's done these questions before. Although the predicted questions from the group members didn't come true, the question types were very similar, so he could find the right approach.

Come on!!! Come out and face me!!!

Outside the examination hall, Xiang Ming sat on a bus, chatting with his colleagues during the long wait.

"Teaching students in regular classes must be very hard work, right?"

Xiang Ming laughed and said, "To be honest, it's very tiring, and I don't even want to do it a second time."

Are there any students in this regular class who are good enough to get into a second-tier university?

"Yes, of course."

"That Mo Xiangwen who's always running to the office?"

“No, about him…” Xiang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled, “I feel he’s a bit luckier, maybe he has one? Just what if?”

"How is that possible? No regular class can produce a student who gets into a top university. Even if you combine the students from two top classes, you can't count more than a handful of them getting into a top university."

His colleague seemed surprised that he thought so highly of a student and asked him with some skepticism.

“He’s been working very hard lately, even I can tell that he’s not his teacher, but in such a short time, he could barely catch up on the basics, right?”

"Haha, I also think it might be a bit difficult." Xiang Ming nodded, a hint of emotion on his face. "But he really worked hard, didn't he?"

"Effort is one thing, but you also have to follow basic principles." My colleague smiled and said, "It's a pity that we didn't give him enough time."

“I’m willing to believe in him, even if it’s just this once,” Xiang Ming said earnestly. “I still maintain that, what if? Don’t we always say that we should have the expectation that every student will succeed?”

"Alright, alright, I'll make a bet with you."

"What bet?"

"I have an older sister, you've met her before."

"The one who wore red when she came to school last time?"

"Yes, although she's not particularly good-looking, I can vouch for her personality; she'll definitely be good."

"Yeah, it seems so, after all, you've given us a lot of face."

"How about it? You're almost forty, not young anymore, you're about the same age as me."

Xiang Ming hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I think it's a good idea, let's give it a try."

"If Mo Xiangwen can get into a second-tier university, I'll introduce her to you," his colleague patted him on the shoulder.

"One copy?"

"You really dare to think that way?"

"How so? I can add to the bet."

"No need for that. After all, my parents are quite annoyed that she hasn't found a suitable one after so long."

My colleague thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "If Mo Xiangwen can get into a top university... let me think... if we can reach an agreement, our family won't charge a single penny of the bride price, okay?"

Xiang Ming sighed, patted him on the shoulder in a mock manner, and said with a smile, "I think you might have to call me brother-in-law now."

PS:

"As a Commander, I Have a Chat Group" is a book by a big shot in the chat group. It's not easy to stitch together so many themes, and it's also very interesting to write.

In reality, it was just a matter of trying to get some help from a big shot and see if it could save me. As for the name, it was just a coincidence that it was chosen randomly.

The following is a brief introduction:

What exactly did the messenger, the chosen one of the evil gods, and the owner of Akasha's records (Mo Yan) see in this endless space and time?

Good news: I've traveled through time and become Zhou Tiange and Robin's childhood friend.

The better news is there are chat groups, but...

The Cocoon of the End

Steel Land

Project Origin

Final Trial

Punishing Virus

......

Mo Yan gasped. "What kind of chat group is this? What kind of nonsense is this? Are you sure you don't want to go this far?"

But it's okay, he still has strong teammates!

Doctor: My wheelchair, come help me!

Gilgamesh: Mo Yan, you bastard, if you've got the guts, don't run away, let's fight one-on-one!

Izayoi Sakamaki: Count me in if we fight, don't even think about running away.

Kiana: Mo Yan, where have you gone again?

Chief: When is Mo Yan going to come and help out?

Mo Yan: ?

Why is it all anime/manga? Give me a web novel protagonist to carry me to victory!

I thought that was the end of it, but what exactly is this?

Indescribable, incomprehensible, beyond cognition.

If you asked Mo Yan to name this thing, he would tell you very frankly.

Mo Yan: Why the hell did an evil god pop up too!

Chapter Fourteen: Goodbye, High School.

Yesterday, I was singing inspirational songs on my way to the exam, but when I came back today, the tone completely changed, and I became flamboyant again.

Mo Xiangwen could hardly imagine what the homeroom teacher felt when a group of students were singing at the top of their lungs, "Remember to put your hands in your pockets when someone comes to take a picture" and "You call me flamboyant, I'm not afraid of adding a few boos."

But it didn't matter, because he did it anyway.

The more stressed the students were before the exam, the more relaxed they looked now.

Success or failure, the outcome is already set in stone.

In that case, as the saying goes, "Drink today, for tomorrow we may die."

Even if she has to eat stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork and has a sad face, that will be twenty days from now.

Until they achieve results, they can temporarily retain their immunity.

So this kind of unrestrained, carefree behavior is reasonable, right...?

No matter how much fun you have, don't confess your feelings to a female classmate in front of your homeroom teacher on the bus!

Mo Xiangwen stared dumbfounded at his classmates who were cheering wildly on the bus and his homeroom teacher with a wry smile on his face, not knowing whether this phenomenon was reasonable or not.

He remembered that such a thing did not happen in his previous life.

He vaguely remembered that when everyone came back, one or two of them had long faces, how could they be in such a carefree mood?

The drive from the exam center back to school is only half an hour, but it turned out to be a group of three or four couples.

Teacher, why are you just watching? Have you really betrayed them?! Do something about them! Someone's having a relationship right in front of you!

But no matter how much he hoped the homeroom teacher would step in and stop the farce, the homeroom teacher just sat in his seat with a wry smile, not moving an inch.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared; I only find their noise bothersome.

Xun'er's words are truly insightful; no wonder the internet is full of his quotes.

Dating is the stupidest thing to do, and marriage is a man's grave. Unfortunately, no one seems to understand this truth.

Wouldn't it be better to spend this time playing games with your silly friends in the group?

The group members are great at gaming, speak nicely, and are all talented. Every time I chat in the group, it feels like coming home.

I love chatting in groups.

Mo Xiangwen sighed, no longer wanting to pay attention to the noisy group. It was more interesting for him to open his phone and see what strange things his friends in the group were talking about. Unfortunately, he had left his phone in his dorm room.

After a grueling journey back to school, he assumed that the group would go straight to their dorms to pack their things so they could leave the next day.

Unexpectedly, when this group of people cheered and ran back to their dormitory, their first priority was not to pack their luggage or lie in bed playing on their phones.

Instead, they would tear out exercise books and fold them into all sorts of paper airplanes along with the test papers, then breathe on the heads of the paper airplanes a couple of times, as if that would make them fly higher and farther.

Then they would release paper airplanes from the dormitory building—some even went so far as to bring them up to the teaching building.

They often gather in groups of three or five, each folding their own paper airplanes, and then take off together at the commander's signal.

After gliding through the air for a distance, the paper airplane spins and lands on a tree, on the lawn, or on the ground.

The winner is usually determined by the point of impact; whoever flies the farthest is the winner.

There was no prize in this match; at most, it would only elicit a compliment like "Awesome!"

Even so, it was enough to make them happy for a while before they moved on to the next paper airplane race.

This applies to both boys and girls.

Perhaps to release the pressure of the college entrance examination, or perhaps because folding paper airplanes is really fun, almost all the students participated in this paper airplane competition.

The sight of paper airplanes flying everywhere was spectacular, even more so than the sight of hundreds of birds returning to their nests under the banyan tree in front of the teaching building at night.

Such a large-scale aerial battle naturally inevitably leads to air disasters; occasionally, a few paper airplanes will collide and immediately fall to the ground.

Then it would land on the lawn... and in full view of everyone, the paper airplane hit the school leader on the head.

Fortunately, the leader was kind enough not to hold a grudge against them for such a small matter, and simply tossed the paper airplane into the trash can—he even waved and smiled at them.

Normally, this would have meant not only a smile, but also a lengthy self-criticism.

So the students cheered "Long live the director!" and threw away all the exercise books and test papers.

night.

It was supposed to be evening self-study time, but the homeroom teacher called everyone to gather in the classroom.

Just as the students were completely baffled, the class leaders brought in box after box of fruit, drinks and snacks.

At this point, the homeroom teacher's intentions were quite clear.

He wanted to hold a farewell party for everyone in these final moments.

While the class leaders were cutting watermelons, cantaloupes, and other fruits, the class teacher, Xiang Ming, gestured for everyone to quiet down.

"Students, your senior year of high school has come to an end today."

"You are about to embark on a new journey, learn new knowledge, and strive to become the person you aspire to be."

"No matter what stage or when you encounter setbacks."

"I hope you will think about this carefully. You have endured ten years of hard study, so what is this little setback?"

"All roads lead to Rome. If one road is blocked, then take another. There is no obstacle that cannot be overcome."

May you overcome all obstacles and forge ahead on your life's journey.

"I wish you all the best in getting into the universities you want to attend."

"And I wish you all can become the people you want to be."