I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Cai Yibin imagined it for a moment and nodded in empathy: "That would be terrible."

Mo Xiangwen changed the subject, his eyes flashing with hostility as he asked, "Right? Then why didn't anyone praise me when I played Lan Yize and carried you to victory against five opponents?"

Cai Yibin immediately broke out in a sweat and quickly changed the subject: "You're right. In order to have roommates who are good at talking and good at playing games in the future, we should study hard."

Actually, he couldn't remember when he last played games with Cai Yibin and the others; he was just making things up based on the information Cai Yibin had shared with him in the past few days.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"what?"

"A college degree will most likely involve playing games for three years before you have to go back to work in a factory."

"Oh? Is the undergraduate degree different?"

"You can play games for four years after your undergraduate degree and then go back to work in a factory, which is a whole year more. Studying medicine gives you another year more. Aren't you happy?"

Cai Yibin stared blankly for a while before angrily saying, "Can't I just not work at this lousy factory?"

Mo Xiangwen glanced at him: "Why don't you work at the factory your family owns? Are you stupid? It's not like I'm asking you to go back and tighten screws."

"I want to rely on myself. Who wants to always rely on their parents?"

As expected of a young person, even with poor grades, they still have this spirit.

“Good, young people are ambitious, that’s what I think too.” Mo Xiangwen nodded: “So what are you doing now?”

"Uh, want to chat with you?"

"No, you're wasting both of our time. Get out."

Chapter Four made me feel uncomfortable.

"For this problem, you need to draw auxiliary lines first. After you draw them, your thinking will be much clearer."

During evening self-study, Xiang Ming, the homeroom teacher in charge of this session, sat outside the classroom as usual, waiting for students to come out and ask questions.

It turns out that this time was one of the most leisurely times of his day, since students in regular classes rarely took the initiative to ask questions.

He often sits outside the classroom for more than an hour until get out of class ends.

Occasionally a few people would come out to ask, but that was only because the teacher of the advanced class next door was too busy and sent the students to him.

But this situation changed a few days ago.

There was a male student in the class who suddenly became very studious. He would come out every day to ask questions, and once he did, he would stay out for almost the entire class period.

He is studious and intelligent.

With just a little guidance and direction, he can learn very quickly.

As for the minor matter of being able to faintly hear chewing sounds coming from the student's mouth, I won't bother with it.

"It's a pity."

"Huh?" Mo Xiangwen looked at the homeroom teacher with a puzzled expression, wondering what he meant.

He didn't really like this homeroom teacher before; after all, it's hard for anyone to like someone who's constantly being scolded.

But to his surprise, from the very first time he came out to ask a question, the homeroom teacher never scolded him even once, asking, "Why didn't you listen attentively in class?"

Instead, they patiently explained to me those question types that had already been covered countless times in class.

It's fair to say that this is quite different from his impression of the middle-aged man.

Perhaps, this confirms the saying that once circulated online.

Most teachers start out full of enthusiasm and are very responsible.

However, due to various realities, I gradually became numb to it.

“With your learning speed, you should be in the top class.” Xiang Ming touched his bald head and sighed. “Unfortunately, it’s a bit too late now, the college entrance exam is almost here.”

"There's nothing I can do. I only recently realized the importance of studying hard," Mo Xiangwen sighed as well.

Preparing for the college entrance exam in just one month, even if you fail, seems far too rushed.

Damn it, why can't he be both a genius and have cheat codes?

"It's alright, it's never too late for a prodigal son to turn over a new leaf," Xiang Ming said with a smile. "Besides, the teacher thinks you might be able to get into a second-tier university, just like most of the students in the top class."

"People should always have ambitions. What if you actually pass the exam?"

"I think so too."

Xiang Ming glanced at him in surprise, wondering where this young man got his mysterious confidence from, but still encouraged him, "That's good. Having confidence is a good thing. With confidence, you can achieve twice the results with half the effort in your studies."

"I understand, thank you, teacher."

"Go back and continue doing your problems. If you have any questions, come out and ask me again."

Mo Xiangwen turned around to go back, but was called back.

"Wait a minute." Xiang Ming suddenly stopped him, and said earnestly, "The third mock exam is next week. You need to get a good rest at night so that you will have the energy to study during the day and strive to get a good result in the third mock exam."

The third mock exam, or third mock test, generally consists of relatively simple questions to help students build confidence for the college entrance examination.

However, another view is that the third mock exam is the closest to the difficulty level of the college entrance examination.

In other words, the results of the third mock exam basically determine the results of the college entrance examination.

Of course, this is always in general; no one wants to deny a student's potential.

Some people made rapid progress in the final period, while others performed exceptionally well and achieved even better results.

This is a difficult thing to explain clearly, which is one of the main reasons why many teachers encourage students to never give up.

But why bring this up all of a sudden?

Mentioning the third mock exam is normal; it's probably a reminder to prepare well for the exam.

But why did I specifically remind him to get a good rest tonight?

In other words, as long as he gets a good rest at night, there's no need to worry about so much?

Well, it doesn't matter then. He wasn't planning on staying up all night anyway.

Since it didn't concern him much, Mo Xiangwen quickly put the matter out of his mind.

The evening self-study time passed quickly. As the bell rang, the students in the class rushed out of the classroom as if they had been released from prison.

Of course, he was the same.

However, his main purpose was to go to the cafeteria for a late-night snack to replenish his energy.

The overload mode is good, but it consumes way too much fuel; it keeps churning all day long.

He suspected that if this trend continued and he persisted for another month or two, his facial muscles would probably be strong enough to allow him to crack walnuts.

Because it was a late-night snack service specifically for senior high school students, there weren't many people in the cafeteria.

When he went to get his second late-night snack, he was met with a suspicious look from the cafeteria lady.

One reason is that he can eat a lot; after all, he added dishes when he fought for the first time.

On the other hand, it's quite rare to see someone order food from a school cafeteria that's so bad, even twice in one night.

As we all know, school cafeterias are practically synonymous with delicious food; a cafeteria that can be considered even average is already quite rare.

In most cases, the food in school cafeterias is, to put it mildly, inedible.

Of course, university cafeterias are an exception.

The cafeteria lady isn't some anime girl, so of course he couldn't care less what she was thinking.

After struggling to finish his late-night snack, he slowly returned to the teaching building.

Evening self-study ends at 22 PM, but the school does not immediately turn off the power and lights in the teaching building after 22 PM.

The power to the teaching building is usually cut off after 23 p.m.

If it means closing the teaching building, it will be a little later, around 11:30 PM.

With the college entrance examination approaching, many people are under a lot of psychological pressure, and often end up staying in the classroom past 11:30 p.m.

You said the lights and power would be turned off at 23 p.m., how could these people stay still?

The answer is to buy a portable desk lamp and study by lamplight, even if it means staying up late.

This phenomenon means that when the security guards close the main gate of the teaching building, they have to walk around each classroom first to prevent any students from being locked in the teaching building overnight.

When he passed by the honors class, he could still see that most of the students in the honors class were still sitting in their seats doing their homework.

When he returned to the regular class, things were completely different.

The class used to have dozens of students, but now there are only a handful.

Even his former deskmate, who had finally seen the light, had long since disappeared.

I'm used to it. He used to be like this too. It's already hard enough for him to keep going for a day, so why would he voluntarily work overtime?

Intermittent bursts of ambition, followed by a continuous period of complacency and idleness – this is the most common scenario.

Rather, he is the same way now.

The efforts we make in the short term are merely to make it easier to lie low for a long time in the future.

Although the future is uncertain, it's always good to have a better chance of securing your future.

Mo Xiangwen sat down and opened his English book again, only to feel a headache coming on.

He pressed his temples and sighed deeply, "Studying is so annoying."

Fortunately, there are always things that are even more annoying, such as work and bosses.

Chapter 5: So, have you gotten your points yet?

"Let's wait a bit longer. There should be one more check-up. We'll talk about it after that."

"No, the homeroom teacher and the head of the teaching department have already come twice, they probably won't come again."

While he was fast asleep, he vaguely heard people talking in hushed tones. Perhaps because he needed to urinate, he was unusually alert.

Mo Xiangwen got up and looked around. In the pitch-black dormitory, several eerie blue lights were flickering.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a pale face with a strange smile on it—it was my roommate, looking at something late at night, wanting to laugh but afraid to let it out loud.

"I have so much energy," he thought to himself, before putting on his slippers and going to the bathroom.

When he got back, he found several people shining their phone screens at him, which was rather creepy.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiangwen yawned. "Go to bed early, it's so late."

"We need a jungler, are you interested?"

Mo Xiangwen squinted at them and realized that it was a group of four people led by Liao Feiyang.

"Are you going out to use the internet?"

He had gone out to play with Liao Feiyang and the others by climbing over the wall a few times before, but not many.

Especially as the college entrance examination approached, the homeroom teacher and grade leaders came to check the dormitories very frequently, so he stopped climbing over the wall with them to go out.

"I'm not going, you guys go ahead."

"Come on, we're one short. I'll let you choose your spot first."

"I'm sleepy, I don't want to go."

"I'll treat you to a late-night snack, okay?"

...Goodness, there was actually a moment when he was tempted.

Although he had eaten a late-night snack after evening self-study, he still went back to the classroom and studied for a while longer.

"what time is it now?"

"It's 2 o'clock, the old teacher and the others probably won't be coming."

It's 2 o'clock, no wonder he feels a little hungry, but not to the point of really wanting to eat anything.

"Forget it, I won't go."

"Okay, let's go then. Do you want me to buy you breakfast on the way back?"