Chapter 214 Friendly Match between Two Classes

After staying in Gu Jia's house until around nine o'clock, Zhou Jing returned to his own residence, while Gu Jia returned to her parents' home.

The next day, Saturday, cousin Wu Yuan came to Zhou Jing's place at around nine o'clock and took out the midterm exam math test paper.

“Does it feel much harder than last semester?”

Zhou Jing glanced through his cousin's test paper and found that she had scored less than 130. Last semester, her cousin's math score was never less than 130. This semester, as the difficulty of the test paper increased, her score dropped significantly.

"I felt OK during the exam, but when the papers were handed out I lost a lot of marks."

Wu Yuan was dejected.

If you accidentally get two wrong answers in the multiple-choice questions, you will lose points in the following big questions and it will be difficult to get above 130.

"Don't be discouraged. Your current level is pretty good. Just lay a good foundation. Going further is a watershed. It won't be a breakthrough overnight. Take your time!"

Zhou Jing comforted his cousin.

Mathematics is a test of IQ. With my cousin's talent, it would be good if she could score more than 120 in the college entrance examination. However, the decline in her math grades this semester has a lot to do with Zhou Jing being busy recently. Zhou Jing didn't give his cousin much tutoring in April and May because of thesis and graduation matters.

Even if students are very sensible and study hard, the effect of having a good teacher to guide them will be immediate. This is why children in rural areas often do not perform as well as the lazy children in the city even though they work harder.

After a short break, Zhou Jing began to tutor his cousin.

As usual, Zhou Jing talked for an hour and then let his cousin do the questions on her own.

"The Chinese language exam for the college entrance examination has started, I wonder if I can find the topic for the essay now."

Today is the first day of the college entrance examination. Although Wu Yuan is only in the first year of high school, she is a little excited and wants to check it on the computer.

"It can only be checked after the exam. If it can be checked now, it means the college entrance examination questions have been leaked."

Zhou Jing told his cousin not to get too excited because there would be some tense times next year.

Some people may be too nervous to sleep before the college entrance examination.

"I should take the college entrance examination in our junior high school, right?"

Wu Yuan remembered that her cousin took the college entrance examination at his alma mater of junior high school.

"The science subjects are taken at Qingshan Middle School, and the arts subjects are taken at Chengguan Primary School."

"All right!"

Wu Yuan took a moment to browse on Zhou Jing's computer before calming down to do the questions.

The tutoring ended at noon, and after lunch Zhou Jing drove his cousin to school. Then they went to a cinema on San Street to see what movies were available. Children's Day had just passed, and there was a movie version of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. Zhou Jing bought three tickets for the 3:30 p.m. show and then went to school.

Without the senior students, the high school campus is deserted on weekends.

Class 1-2 and Class 1-3 of Senior High School agreed to have a basketball game at 1:00 p.m., and the students who played basketball arrived at school early.

Zhou Jing was waiting for Yang Wenwen in the dormitory. There were few people in the teachers' dormitory building on weekends.

Yang Wenwen arrived at school at 12:40. Even though it was the weekend, Yang Wenwen was dressed very appropriately, with a white shirt on the upper body and light blue jeans that were neither too loose nor too tight on the lower body. She gave people a refreshing and natural feeling in the midsummer.

"What did you eat for lunch?"

Zhou Jing took Yang Wenwen's hand and asked.

"Stew, what about you?"

Yang Wenwen glanced outside and stood behind the boy's chair, then stroked the boy's cheek with her other hand.

"I took my cousin to a restaurant to eat at Lao Wan Yu."

Zhou Jing grabbed Yang Wenwen's hand that was touching his face and gently bit her fingertips.

Yang Wenwen opened her QQ space on her phone and looked at the Chinese test paper for the college entrance examination sent by her senior high school Chinese teacher. She asked, "What is the sentence in the Book of Songs about the hero and heroine having a happy past?"

"The rabble is so stupid, they wrap cloth to trade for silk, they are not here to trade for silk, they are here to plot against me"

"Which two sentences have you not taught me?"

Zhou Jing could recite them, but he didn't know which two sentences were tested in the question. He didn't know because Yang Wenwen hadn't taught him.

"Didn't I teach you that?" Yang Wenwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Did I ever tell you that these two lines describe the happy times they had together when they were little?"

"What else did you take this year?"

Zhou Jing had forgotten it long ago.

"Every string is suppressed and every sound is a reminder of the next line."

Yang Wenwen continued.

"It seems to be a complaint about the frustration in life."

Zhou Jing can now recite the entire text of "Pipa Xing".

"Say all the infinite things in your heart in one sentence."

"He lowered his brows and continued to play."

"You should laugh at my previous sentence if you are sentimental."

"A trance of the homeland."

"Life is like a dream. You will definitely know the next sentence. How to write "lei" in "一樽还浇江月"? It's useless if you can recite it but can't write it."

Yang Wenwen read out the answer, and when she saw the boy frown, she smiled even brighter. "You never taught me that."

Zhou Jing hooked Yang Wenwen's waist and pulled her forward, lifted the hem of her shirt, and kissed her belly.

"I just didn't teach you that, did I?" Yang Wenwen picked up a pen and wrote the word "酹" on the paper, saying, "I specifically called you to the podium to write it."

"If you call me to the dormitory to write it, I will definitely remember it and my Chinese won't be that bad."

Zhou Jing let Yang Wenwen sit on his lap and said with a smile.

"Are you saying that I am to blame for your poor Chinese language skills?"

Yang Wenwen gently pulled the boy's ear and said.

"You are a Chinese teacher. Who else can I blame if not you?"

Zhou Jing asked back as a matter of course.

"Didn't I teach you well?" Yang Wenwen said unhappily, "Am I as strict with you as any other student? I always test you on uncommon characters in classical Chinese and give you meal tickets. Isn't that good enough for you?"

"Okay, okay, Teacher Yang is the best."

Zhou Jing was no longer angry with her.

"Can you write this essay?"

Yang Wenwen turned on her mobile phone and continued to look at the Chinese test papers.

"I will definitely write it when I get to the exam room. It's so hot so I can get some fresh air."

Zhou Jing hugged Yang Wenwen, and unbuttoned her shirt through her back with his hands.

Yang Wenwen ignored the boy, her eyes fixed on the screen of her mobile phone and her ears paying attention to the movements outside.

"Three-thirty, ok?"

Zhou Jing took out three movie tickets from his wallet.

"fine."

Yang Wenwen looked at the movie ticket, turned around and sat on Zhou Jing's legs, her beautiful eyes full of tenderness.

"How about picking up your mom after the movie at five and having dinner together outside?"

Zhou Jing smoothed Yang Wenwen's long hair away from her face and continued.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Of course there is no problem with Yang Wenwen.

"The hair is thick."

Zhou Jing grabbed Yang Wenwen's braid and swept it across her face.

"It's thicker than last year. I lost a lot of hair in the past two years, but this year I'm not losing any hair and my hair doesn't split anymore."

Yang Wenwen grabbed the ends of her hair and looked at it and said.

"I was probably malnourished in the past two years!"

Zhou Jing guessed it was because he was moisturizing it.

It was almost time. Yang Wenwen packed her clothes and left Zhou Jing's dormitory to go to the playground. Zhou Jing waited for two minutes and went out.

The basketball players from the two classes were warming up. They were all wearing team uniforms customized for the basketball game. Class 1 and 2 were wearing red uniforms, and Class 1 and 3 were wearing white uniforms. The uniforms had their favorite numbers on them and their initials on the back.

"How about Mr. Zhou being the referee?"

A member of Class 1-2 of Senior High School proposed this.

"Okay, Mr. Zhou will be the referee!"

The players from both classes had no objection, but Yang Wenwen, the head teacher of Class 3, Grade 1, definitely could not be the referee.

"I don't really understand the rules of the game. Who among you who watches NBA and is familiar with the rules can be a referee?"

Zhou Jing cannot be a referee.

"Then let me do it!"

A substitute player from Class 3 of Grade 1 volunteered.

"Each class chooses a referee."

No one objected to this proposal, as it would be fairer and one referee might not be able to keep an eye on everything.

"Okay, let's get started!"

"Remember, friendship comes first."

Zhou Jing gave instructions to the players from Class 1 and 2 of Senior High School.

Yang Wenwen also reminded the players in her class that friendship comes first and competition comes second.

Campus competitions are inappropriate as they hurt both your opponents and yourself.

(End of this chapter)