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"Rest and get some sleep."

"You only have half a day free, why not play games instead of sleeping? Didn't you get enough sleep during class?"

"Don't sleep anymore, it's time to study hard, you should too." Mo Xiangwen glanced at him: "It's a month, if you work hard you might be able to get into a junior college."

Trying hard to get a junior college diploma sounds pretty ridiculous.

But this is indeed the worst high school in the city, and the current situation of poor students in ordinary classes.

He sleeps during the day and sneaks out to play video games at night.

Equally ridiculous is that he climbed with them a few times.

If he hadn't built such a solid foundation in a top-tier junior high school, he would probably have worked just as hard as them to get into a junior college.

"Tsk, what's with the pretense at a time like this?" Liao Feiyang said, sounding rather bored. "What's the point of cramming at the last minute?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several boys immediately crowded around him.

"What? Old Mo, you want to study?"

"Back then, the goal was to get into a vocational college and then a bachelor's degree, and maybe even a third-tier university would be fine?"

"There are only 30 days left until the college entrance exam. Is it too late to start studying now?"

Mo Xiangwen silently watched the group of people. He knew that most of them meant no harm.

It's simply a matter of not having a high opinion of him, and even less of themselves; it's just stating a fact.

That's what the learning atmosphere of a prestigious school is all about: everyone around you is ambitious, so you naturally don't want to fall behind.

If everyone around you is like this—with poor academic performance and almost no self-confidence—your emotions and state of mind will naturally be affected.

"One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black"—this is simply the

If you're just a student who's willing to learn, you'll already stand out so conspicuously among this group of people.

"Alright, alright, you won't learn it and you won't let others learn it either, what kind of logic is that?" Cai Yibin pushed the onlookers away.

We were classmates after all, and we couldn't fake the happy times we spent chatting about games together.

Mo Xiangwen thought for a moment and then decided to say, "It's never too late, and it's for you too."

He wasn't good at lecturing, nor did he intend to; he was just offering a reminder out of consideration for their past friendship.

As expected, this earned him a few snickers, but at least everyone lost interest in him and dispersed.

"Old Mo, have you really changed your ways?" Cai Yibin looked at him curiously.

“Same as you.” Mo Xiangwen glanced at him and handed him his meal card. “Since you’re going to the convenience store, could you buy me some sausages and snacks while you’re at it?”

"Alright, Lao Mo, keep it up." Cai Yibin patted him on the shoulder, took the meal card, and strode away.

Finally, it quieted down, he thought.

Let's see if we can test the strange feeling we just had; we don't know if it was just his imagination.

He casually opened his textbook, and lo and behold, it was "Qinyuanchun".

He already had a deep impression of this poem, and with just a few quick glances, he managed to memorize it completely again.

Ignore that, and then casually flip through the Book of Songs.

Goodness, it turns out he hadn't memorized this entire passage from the Book of Songs either.

“The simple-minded man, carrying cloth to trade for silk…” He read the original text several times, and suddenly felt a sense of confidence that “I know it by heart.”

Mo Xiangwen hesitated before closing the book and slowly began to recite it from memory.

The entire memorization process was completed in one go, without any pauses.

Upon further verification with the book, there were no errors or omissions.

It's a bit unreasonable, even though he had studied this text before and had indeed memorized it.

However, his memory of this article was not actually deep, unlike his deep memory of favorite articles such as "Qinyuanchun" or "Chushibiao," which he could recite fluently once memorized.

It's temporary memory, purely for passing exams.

You might remember the gist of it right after the exam, but after several years, you'll only have a vague impression left.

The fact that I can memorize something again after just reading it a few times... compared to traveling back in time, it's not unacceptable.

He pondered for a moment, then took out a nearly new English textbook from the bookshelf.

His English is terrible, terribly terrible; he almost never passes.

Most of the exams rely on guessing; the parts you can't guess are usually left blank.

If it weren't for his terrible English, he, who could have gotten into the best key junior high school in the city, wouldn't have ended up in the worst regular high school.

Even if youthful playfulness accounts for 99% of the responsibility, doesn't English, which is so difficult to learn, also bear even the slightest fault?

Putting those facts aside, the main reason he brought up English was that he had almost no deep memorization of English, and each piece of writing was as innocent as if he were starting from scratch.

Mo Xiangwen flipped to the last word list and began to try to memorize it by spelling out each letter one by one.

After trying it several times, he had a general idea of ​​what to do, so he took out his math textbook again, flipped to the last page, and started trying again.

The result really proved the saying true: women may lie to you, but math won't; if you don't understand it, you really don't understand it.

He racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a solution.

Rather than having a photographic memory, it's more like an efficiency-enhancing ability that can be activated whenever you're focused.

Perhaps because his Chinese language skills were already excellent, his efficiency in reviewing Chinese was particularly noticeable.

His English is relatively much worse; even with the same characters, it takes far longer to memorize than Chinese—but it's still better than before.

Mathematics, hopeless.

Perhaps as he does more problems in the future, he will be able to use his abilities to quickly come up with solutions.

But there aren't enough problems to support him right now, so no matter how focused he is on thinking, he can't solve them.

However, his math skills aren't that bad; if he catches up on the course, he shouldn't have any problem.

I felt noticeably hungry after only a few minutes of testing, which must be the price I pay for this ability.

Accelerating energy consumption can improve one's focus and efficiency.

Let's call it "overload mode" for now.

"Here are the snacks you wanted." Cai Yibin tossed a sausage and some other snacks onto his desk. "I also bought you an iced cola. You're welcome."

"Thank you."

Mo Xiangwen tore open the packaging and devoured the snacks in just a few minutes, leaving Cai Yibin dumbfounded.

"Didn't you have breakfast?"

"I've already eaten, but it's not filling." Mo Xiangwen looked at the snacks on his table: "You bought so many, can you share some with me?"

"No way, this is my snack stash for the next three days."

"I'll buy it after the next class and return it to you then."

The daily schedule for senior high school students is different from that of other grades. Whether it is in the morning or afternoon, the last class always starts 20 minutes early and ends 20 minutes early.

This is to save senior high school students from queuing time and allow them to have more time to study.

Even after evening self-study ends, the cafeteria will offer a special late-night snack, which can be considered one of the privileges of senior high school students.

The next class is the last class of the morning. He can go to the convenience store after he gets his food, which will avoid the crowds and the waste of time.

"Alright, since you put it that way." Cai Yibin hesitated for a moment, then let go of his guard over the snacks: "You choose, I have something I want to ask you after you've chosen."

Since it was Mo Xiangwen who took the initiative to suggest it, he naturally didn't stand on ceremony and took over the bags of snacks with the highest calories, showing them off as soon as he opened them.

"Just ask."

"What's wrong with you? Have you really changed your personality?"

"What's the point of asking this? Didn't you also change your ways at the beginning of your senior year of high school?"

“It’s meaningful, of course it’s meaningful.” Cai Yibin nodded and said very seriously, “If you’re not joking, then at least I have a comrade-in-arms.”

Mo Xiangwen stopped eating his snack, paused for a moment, and asked in return, "Do you think I look like I'm joking?"

“It’s precisely because it doesn’t look like it that it seems so outrageous.” Cai Yibin sighed: “During the summer vacation, my dad threw me onto the assembly line in his family’s factory and I worked there for the entire summer.”

"You may not know, but the factory is stuffy and hot, and when you're busy, you don't even have time to catch your breath."

"After only two months, I never wanted to touch it again."

"Every day when I get off work, it's already past midnight, and I feel like my legs and hands don't belong to me."

“My dad told me that with your level of ability, you can’t even do basic accounting even if someone teaches you. You’re only fit to work on the assembly line.”

“Ever since I went back to school, I’ve been thinking, to hell with the factory.”

"As long as I'm not allowed to go back to the factory, what does learning matter?"

Mo Xiangwen sighed. Sure enough, young people only learn from their mistakes.

Have you ever seen the sunrise at four in the morning on a construction site?

Have you ever seen a construction site under the blazing sun in June or July?

"Don't think too much about it." He patted Cai Yibin on the shoulder: "Let's cheer each other on."

Do you know what it means to have little savings left but also the fear of being laid off? He kept that last sentence to himself.

Chapter Three, The Two Children Debate on Learning

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: I know your academic performance is probably not ideal, but I didn't expect it to be this bad.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Is this the level of study a senior high school student should have?

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Even if you only listen to the lesson for 10 minutes, you shouldn't be this bad, right? Can you even be considered a senior high school student like this?

"Gone": Hahaha... This level of performance by a senior high school student is really a bit unacceptable.

You've skipped it: Logically speaking, you should have finished reviewing and entered the final sprint stage by now, right? Why do you seem like you haven't finished studying yet?

The petite girl, who was just lazing around in bed doing nothing, felt inexplicably attacked when she saw such aggressive words.

Her little head tucked under the air-conditioned blanket, and then she subconsciously curled up, her delicate toes also slightly curling up.

in vain:......

After finishing typing, she peeked out from under the covers, looking around cautiously to make sure there was no one else in the room.

She's not a senior in high school; she was scolding a first-grader. What does it have to do with me?

The girl patted her flat chest and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Hmm, after reading these few sentences, I suddenly feel the air conditioner is a bit cold. I'll turn it up a bit.

Use a seductive approach: Young man, your situation is not ideal.

On a rare Sunday, after repeated urging from his group members, he reported his study progress to them.

Then, for Chinese, Math, English, and Science, I did a simple practice test.

And then, it became what it is now.

The silly group members were quite blunt, but he was also aware that his grades were terrible.

Human and Dragon in One: Don't give up, doctor! I think I can still be saved; I'm still breathing.

A seductive line: "Haha, I think it's hopeless, let's bury it."

He skipped it: You need to take drastic measures in this situation. By the way, do you have a study plan for first grade?

Human-Dragon Unity: A Learning Plan? What is that?

"You've skipped it: With no study plan, you'll fall behind the rest of the group."

You're not allowed to play Holy Slash: Did you bring your textbook back? Let's see your notes.

They did bring them, because a few days ago they said they would check their study progress over the weekend, so they still insisted on carrying back that pile of books that they could feel the weight of knowledge.