Fried rice cakes are indeed delicious. When looking for inconspicuous but delicious food, Jiang Cheng felt that Gu Fei's skill points were full.

I cried and the hooligan played... Although I couldn't think about it carefully, my stomach was full and I bought all the things. When I walked out of the rice cake shop, Jiang Cheng burped and felt much more relaxed.

"Let's go back," Gu Fei looked at the time on his phone, "Do you still want to read a book?"

"I don't read books, but I have to sleep," said Jiang Cheng. "I didn't read two days before the exam, mainly sleeping, whether it's big or small. "

"Oh," said Gu Fei, "me too. No matter how big or small I took the exam, I mainly slept the previous year."

Jiang Cheng couldn't help laughing. The two of them laughed wildly. He almost laughed out loud. He quickly took out a tissue and pressed his nose: "Fuck."

"Go back and go to bed early. Don't get sleepy if you have a cold and get halfway through the exam tomorrow." Gu Fei said.

"No," Jiang Cheng waved his hand, "I can write it even if I close my eyes."

"Don't," Gu Fei said, "Your word can't be understood even if you open your eyes, so you can't write it with your eyes closed..."

"Shut up." Jiang Cheng was amused again.

The two of them rode their bikes slowly back to the rental house. Gu Fei did not go upstairs and took the things out of the car and gave them to him: "If you get lost, you can call me and I'll tell you how to get there."

"...I already know how to leave." Jiang Cheng said.

"Good night." Gu Fei said with a smile.

"Good night." Jiang Cheng pushed the car to the stairwell and locked it on the railing, carrying things upstairs.

Although he pushed open the door, just like Li Baoguo, the room was empty, but it felt completely different. He no longer had to worry about Li Baoguo's worries, no longer had to pay back the money for him again and again, no longer had to listen to his cough and loud roar, and no longer had to worry about the door being opened suddenly.

Jiang Cheng adjusted the water temperature of the water heater to a bit hot, and rushed from head to toe. There was also hot water here to take a bath. There was no need to use a bucket to collect hot water every day like Li Baoguo... He had never seen Li Baoguo take a bath, maybe he would go to the bathhouse.

The hot water dripped across his face and neck, and he closed his eyes and supported the wall, and his whole body slowly relaxed.

But after rushing for a while, he turned off the water, quickly wiped the water, and walked out of the bathroom.

Although it is not surprising that you will think of what Gu Fei and what Gu Fei did in this situation, it will still be a little awkward.

He often thinks about it, a star, a little yellow picture that he doesn't know where to watch, a clip from a little yellow film... This is the first time Gu Fei's clear and right next to him, no matter what, he still feels guilty.

After returning to the bedroom, he closed the door, and he made all the quilts and pillows he bought today. He thought that the newly bought quilt covers and sheets should be washed and replaced. He stood by the bed and hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to give up. The men didn't pay attention to these things.

He got into bed, turned off the light and stared at him for a long time without sleepiness.

This time it was no longer because of Gu Fei, but because of tomorrow's exam.

He has been having a daze for the past half semester. Although he has nothing to understand in class and has no homework that cannot be done, he is now starting to worry.

In the past, every time he relaxed in school, he would directly affect his grades. Now in the environment of No. 4 Middle School, even if he was listening carefully, he could hardly find someone around him. Even if the difficulty of the test paper was definitely lower than before, he was still a little worried about his grades.

He didn't touch books before the exam, but now he sat up and took out the notes from his schoolbag and opened them.

The examination time of No. 4 Middle School is different from before. He took two subjects tomorrow morning, Chinese and political. He sighed. The time schedule is so tight that it is not like the procrastination style of No. 4 Middle School playing basketball games will leave the finals until after the exam...

I don’t know when I fall asleep. When I woke up in the morning, the book was thrown to the ground, and the people were well in the quilt.

Jiang Cheng took a look at the time. The alarm clock had not ringed yet, but the time was almost done. His biological clock was quite reliable at critical moments.

The breakfast here for renting a house is similar to that of Li Baoguo. He bought a bowl of tofu brain and two oil cakes at a roadside stall and rode his bike to go to school.

When he arrived at the intersection, he stopped again. I wondered if he needed to call Gu Fei. After hesitating for a while, he took out his cell phone and prepared to dial.

As soon as he called out Gu Fei's name, he heard someone whistling beside him. He turned his head and was surprised to find that Gu Fei was actually next to him, straddling the car, supporting the ground with one leg.

"It's early, academic master." Gu Fei waved at him.

"Damn," Jiang Cheng looked at the time in shock, "When did you come?"

"Just five minutes," said Gu Fei, "I'm never late for the exam."

"It's so amazing." Jiang Cheng smiled, his mood suddenly became very good. For some reason, when he saw Gu Fei's smile, he felt very... close. Perhaps it was because the two of them did something. Although no one would mention it, he was a deskmate who had an impure relationship...

"Have you eaten?" Gu Fei asked.

"I just ate some casually," said Jiang Cheng, "If you say you come here, I will wait for you to eat together."

"It's okay," Gu Fei said with a smile, "I've eaten it too, but I'm thinking that if you don't eat it, I'll wait for you to finish it."

It was very quiet all the way to the school. I didn’t meet the two of them in the zoo. I guess it was because I had already made an appointment to have a fight... No, I made an appointment to have a ball, so I should maintain my last bit of demeanor.

After entering the classroom, Jiang Cheng found that these lazy people still showed a little nervous during the midterm exam.

The tables have been pulled apart. Although they are not far away, they still look single.

As soon as he sat down, Zhou Jing turned around: "Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng..."

"If you want to see the answer, just read it yourself. If you dare to call me that name during the exam, I will report you cheating immediately." Jiang Cheng pointed at him.

"Oh! OK, OK..." Zhou Jing was stunned for a moment and smiled so hard that his face turned into a garden. "Even friends."

"Jiang Cheng." Someone on the left called him.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and found that Wang Xu was actually sitting on the left: "Are you sitting here?"

"I'll sit here during the exam," Wang Xu replied seriously, "Don't block the answer sheet, do you know?"

"Oh." Jiang Cheng replied.

"Don't let it go in the opposite way after finishing writing?" Wang Xu said again.

"Oh." Jiang Cheng continued to respond.

"You don't have to worry about Dafei. He never cheats in the exam. Just worry about me," Wang Xu still looked serious, "I'm also responsible for the spread."

"...I understand." Jiang Cheng nodded, turned his head and looked at Gu Fei. Gu Fei was playing with his cell phone. He turned around and looked at him, smiling and saying nothing.

The invigilator is from the third year of high school, a very majestic middle-aged woman with glasses. When she entered the classroom, she put the papers on. She first stared at the people in the classroom from left to right from right to left and then looked at them back and forth, then cleared her throat and read the examination room discipline.

The people around him were unprecedentedly quiet, so quiet that Jiang Cheng was a little uncomfortable.

After the paper was sent, Jiang Cheng took the paper and roughly scanned it. He found that the difficulty of the test paper of No. 4 Middle School was indeed relatively consistent with the overall style of No. 4 Middle School. At least this paper was quite simple for him.

He looked at the composition topic again.

Mr. Ji Xianlin once said: "Everyone strives for a perfect life. However, since ancient times and present, at home and abroad, there is no 100% perfect life. So I say that imperfection is life."

Based on your own understanding, in connection with reality, establish your own meaning, choose your own style, and write your own title.

Jiang Cheng sighed softly. This composition topic is simply too simple, especially for him now, not to mention 800 words, 8,000 words are no problem.

He turned the paper back to the front and started to do the questions with peace of mind.

The surroundings were still quiet. A class that could only hear buzzing sounds in class. At this moment, I could hear the rustling sound of pens and paper rubbing, which was a wonderful sense of incongruity.

He looked at Gu Fei. Before Gu Fei had started to do the test, he stared at the page of modern language reading with relish.

He didn't plan to see Wang Xu on the left, because he could feel Wang Xu's hot gaze and his face tilted toward him without turning his head.

The two invigilators were quite strict, and they kept changing positions one by one. Judging from the twisting frequency of Zhou Jing's body in front, Jiang Cheng judged that he should be very anxious now.

In contrast, Pan Zhi was calm and never answered randomly without any haste, and then corrected it even after he finished...

Gu Fei has finished reading the small articles in modern languages, but unfortunately it is not a short story. The rational spirit of architecture is about...it doesn't seem interesting to see.

He turned the paper back and planned to write down the familiar ones that were almost guessing the answers for the first time, and then start drawing lots. After drawing lots, he randomly filled in the empty positions and finally put together an essay.

The composition is not limited to the style. If the poem is not limited to 800 words, he intends to take advantage of this loophole and write less if he can.

He felt that his arrangement was perfect. When he took the answer sheet and started writing, he felt that his condition was similar to the academic master next to him.

Jiang Xueba's pen has never stopped, and he basically answered the questions while reading them. The questions are longer and he doesn't pause for too long. If Jiang Cheng's academic master's appearance is not too distinct in class, he can really see it during the exam now.

Gu Fei finished the first time he looked familiar and started to draw lots for multiple-choice questions. Jiang Cheng's paper had already turned the pages.

When he started to write words, Jiang Cheng began to write essays.

Depend on.

He looked at Jiang Cheng's side face, and for a moment he felt that Jiang Cheng was so handsome that both the gods and the gods were angry.

However, compared to the 800-word essay for the top student, Gu Fei took advantage of the loopholes and wrote a lot of poems. He casually pulled a few lines of plausible sentences and even if he was working together, he didn't need to check the papers he answered in this way. He wanted to check that would be to draw lots again and win two games in three games.

Usually he handed in the paper now, but today he didn't move. Jiang Cheng next to him was still writing an essay, and he wanted to take a look.

Although Jiang Cheng's handwriting was extremely ugly, it was written quite quickly. Just like he was reading the manuscript without any manuscript, he went up one by one.

Jiang Cheng was placed in the corner of the table, and Wang Xu was copying the questions over there, but he had to stretch his neck for some fill-in-the-blank questions. It looked quite difficult, and Zhou Jing was not relaxed either. He couldn't even understand the words Jiang Cheng, and he could not read them while reading them backwards, which was comparable to the heavenly book.

However, it is still much better than before. Those with better grades in the class are all in front of them. The group behind them don’t even know who to copy.

Half an hour later, Jiang Cheng Xueba, who had written a great writing, finished writing the essay, but it seemed that he had not checked it. After looking around, he wanted to hand over the paper directly.

Wang Xu was anxious when he saw this and kept his voice down: "Don't be anxious!"

Jiang Cheng sighed and began to daze at the paper.

After a moment of silence, he turned his head, met Gu Fei's eyes and asked in a verbal way: "Have you finished writing?"

Gu Fei nodded.

Then he put up the composition and let him read it.

Jiang Cheng was stunned at first, then turned around and started to smile at the paper.

He struggled to laugh, and he couldn't make any sound. He had to press his nose with a tissue to avoid laughing out loud. Gu Fei didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help it when he saw this.
To be continued...