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    Squeak~

    At the beginning of five o'clock in the morning, the door of bedroom 302 was quietly opened, and Jiang Sen walked out lightly with a washbasin in his hand.

    After a while, when he came back from the water room after washing up, when he walked to the door, it happened that the door to room 301 was also opened.  Lin Shaoxu shrank his head and nodded to Jiang Sen. Jiang Sen said in a low voice, "I'll go first."

    "Don't you want breakfast?" Lin Shaoxu asked hastily, as if Jiang Sen was about to abandon him.

    Jiang Sen smiled and said: "Someone will help take it, hurry up."

    "Oh" Lin Shaoxu responded in a low voice, and hurried to the water room.

    Jiang Sen turned around and went back to his bedroom, bent down and put the washbasin back.  He straightened up again and looked at the room. The guys in the room were all asleep in the dark. Hu Qi estimated that he would not wake up until 7 o'clock at least.

    Today's breakfast is estimated to be available at eight or nine o'clock.

    But fortunately, the problem is not too big.

    Jiang Sen gently opened the desk drawer beside the bed. In the drawer, there were about a dozen packets of biscuits that Xia Xiaolin supported him, all of which belonged to emergency preparedness resources.  Jiang Sen took out one of the packs of strawberry-flavored ones, poured half a cup of cool white water from the enamel tank, turned around and left the bedroom, and gently closed the door.  When I went downstairs, I was still thinking, children these days are simple-minded.  No one puts some human-scavenging substances in the roommate's tea mug because they are jealous of their good grades.

    There are still some basic moral qualities.

    Unlike a few years later, watching those messy news, it seems that every child who can live to graduate from college should thank his roommate for not killing him.  what's the problem.  Thinking of this, he counted with his fingers, damn it, this year in 2005, it seems that some problems started from now, right?

    Forget it, forget it, it's none of my business.

    I still understand my physics class well, and right now the scholarship for the first place in the school in the final city examination is the most important

    After a while, I came to the classroom, and the whole bag of biscuits in my hand had been eaten.

    Jiang Sen took out the key to open the door and entered the house, first threw the biscuit packaging bag into the trash can, then opened the window to ventilate, turned on the fan, and once he was active, he was completely refreshed.  He sat in his seat, took a break for two or three minutes, recalled what happened last night, and then immediately took out the other homework assigned on Friday, and buried himself in writing.

    About half an hour later, Lin Shaoxu finally walked in at the gate of Class 1 and 5, with his schoolbag on his back and two rice balls in his hand, and asked Jiang Sen in a low voice, "Can I sit anywhere?  "

    "Well, sit whatever you want." Jiang Sen just happened to finish the poor English homework assigned by his aunt with great efficiency, and raised his head to answer.

    "Oh" Lin Shaoxu timidly replied, walked up to Jiang Senhe, looked around, put down the chair behind Jiang Sen, sat down gently, and then asked another nonsense question, "Jiang Sen,  Did you choose liberal arts?"

    "Um."

    "Why did you choose liberal arts?"

    "In order to reduce your psychological pressure for the next two years."

    "" Lin Shaoxu felt his self-esteem was hurt.

    Jiang Sen licked his dry lips, feeling a little thirsty, but he didn't bring any water today, so he just endured it and continued to take out his Chinese homework and write down.  Lin Shaoxu didn't speak anymore, just ate his rice ball silently, and after about ten minutes, Jiang Sen heard the sound of the paper being opened behind him.  In the classroom, the only sound left was the pen tip scratching across the paper.

    Time passed by every minute and every second, and two hours passed by.

    After half past seven, the sunlight outside could fully shine into the classroom.

    Jiang Sen finished the Chinese paper in one go, put down his pen, and his stomach started growling again.

    And it feels like my throat is smoking with thirst.

    He simply stood up, walked out of the classroom, and entered the bathroom.

    Put some water first, and when washing your hands, pour a little tap water into your mouth, rinse your mouth a few times to moisten your throat, and then spit it out.  Then he rubbed his face with cold water, his mind cleared up a little, even if he was in a bad state, he passed it.  When I returned to the classroom with a wet face, I ignored the emptiness in my stomach as if nothing happened, and took out political homework that required less energy.

    Politics homework is not a paper, because the number of good papers that can be found in the 18th Middle School is really limited, so Zhang Xuefen, the politics teacher in Jiang Sen's class, simply searched for a summer vacation in the bookstore, and finally found a book that was of good quality.  If there is no book, let the school pay for it, and all eight classes in the whole section will purchase it together.  It's the semester?Right now, there are only the last few sets of special training questions for general review left in this exercise booklet.  After next week, this exercise book will complete its final mission.

    When Jiang Sen was hungry, his thinking became clearer when he did liberal arts topics.  Often with just a glance, you can know what the questioner's intention and answering paradigm look like.  He held his breath and wrote, his writing speed couldn't keep up with the speed of his brain, and the regular regular script soon involuntarily turned towards the cursive direction, and the more he wrote, the more narcissistic he wanted to be.  It¡¯s really good-looking, but it¡¯s a pity that the hard pen can¡¯t be on the big stage, otherwise, if there are capitalists who are willing to mobilize the media to give some public opinion support, with his level, it is guaranteed that they will start a sect and set up a "Jiangti" in minutes, without any hypocrisy  .

    But then again, Brother Sen didn't want to be here.

    Calligraphy is such a small way, as a hobby, to cultivate sentiment, to pretend to be cool or something, it¡¯s fine, if you really want to point to this thing to eat¡ªone has to say, anyway, Jiang Sen thinks that this is not a big skill  .

    Nearly another hour later, at around 8:30, when Hu Qi finally came in with breakfast, Jiang Sen had already finished his political homework to the last question.  Hu Qi quickly walked up to Jiang Sen, took out a rice ball as big as Zhang Yaoyao's face and a bottle of Wahaha mineral water, put them on Jiang Sen's table, and kept apologizing: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late."

    "It's not too late, it's just right." Jiang Sen raised his head and smiled.

    Laughing so much that Hu Qi took a step back subconsciously, and said, "Jiang Sen, with your face, you really need to go to the hospital."

    "Well, the ointment given by Teacher Xia is used up again." Jiang Sen lowered his head again, speaking on his mouth and writing on his hands.

    Hu Qi stood beside Jiang Sen and watched.

    After waiting for a few minutes, watching Jiang Sen write the last word, Hu Qicai sighed: "Jiang Sen, you are really good at politics. When you write the questions, it's like writing down the answers silently."

    "There is no one else, only hands are familiar." Jiang Sen put down his pen, picked up the mineral water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and poured most of the bottle with his head up, feeling that half of his life was back in an instant.  Then he hastily picked up Zhang Yaoyao in front of him Ah no, it's rice balls!  Opening the plastic bag and smelling the aroma of the soup mixed with rice, I immediately felt a sense of happiness.

    Holding the steaming rice ball and nibbling happily, Jiang Sen flipped through the answers at the back of the exercise book and proofread them all the way.

    The reference answer is almost the same as the main points he wrote, but there is a slight difference in expression.

    This kind of discrepancy cannot be said to be absolutely right or wrong.

    However, in the examination room of the college entrance examination, how to score the specific score, it is estimated that it mainly depends on the meaning of the teacher who corrected the paper.  If you are merciful, maybe you will give more points. If you are merciless, it is not impossible to directly cut the score in half¡ªafter all, even if you answered the point, the correcting paper will insist that your analysis and description are not accurate enough. You  What can be done?

    This is true of politics, history, and language.

    No matter how high your level is, adding up these three subjects, there will always be 20 to 30 points in the subjective questions, which are in the hands of the marking teacher, not to mention the Chinese composition, the degree of tightness is simply not too special.  What a subjective.

    The difficulty of liberal arts mathematics has decreased, and this is the price behind it.

    How many points a high-level student can get in the end is not entirely something that a student can grasp based on their strength.

    The so-called Chinese is metaphysics, comprehensive literature is metaphysics, and this is the reason.

    And what Jiang Sen can do is to try his best not to make mistakes in the objective questions of the comprehensive essay.  There are 40 multiple-choice questions in the comprehensive essay, with a total score of 160 points. With 160 points, Jiang Sen drew the most lines for himself, and he was only allowed to lose two questions.

    Normally speaking, you should go all the way.

    ¡ª¡ªAnd more importantly, math and English, you must get extremely high scores.

    So Cheng Zhanpeng set Jiang Sen's ceiling at 211, but he didn't even know that Jiang Sen's ambition was far beyond that.

    "Jiang Sen, do you think you can pass the exam?" Hu Qi asked.

    "Hehe." Jiang Sen smiled, and said calmly, "It's either Ah Qing or Ah Bei."

    Lin Shaoxu, who was sitting in the back row of Jiang Sen, suddenly raised his head, his face was full of astonishment.
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