A few minutes before the first class in the afternoon, a few tall boys then walked into the classroom with their arms around their backs and smiled.

Lie quietly on the table and pretending to sleep, burying his head in his arms.

Someone passed by.

The table behind him swayed.

Quiet and shook the spirit.

The person who just walked over had a mint smell, a refreshing fragrance, and a pleasant smell.

It tastes the same as the mint leaves grown at home.

Let the drowsy quiet wake up for a moment, her nose twitched, sniffed, and frowned.

There was a little smoke smell mixed in it.

After a day, I quietly returned to my room and took my clothes to take a shower.

An Yue's umbrella was too small, and the two of them were obviously not enough. An Jing was wet with half of her arms and shoulders.

After taking a shower, An Xiangyi also arrived home.

The family had dinner.

At the dinner table, as usual, Lu Meihua asked about the situation of the school today.

An Yue kept answering carefully.

Suddenly, she remembered something and said with great interest: "Mom. Do you still remember the boy who always took the first place in the exam? He was the second grade in the class this time."

"Oh, he, remember, what's wrong."

"This time he became my deskmate." An Yue curled her lips, with an unwilling expression on her face. "I don't think he listened much in class, so why do he get better than me every time."

He glanced at An Yue silently, lowered his head and continued to send something to the corner of his mouth seriously.

"If you can't envy this kind of envy, they are smart and talented." Lu Meihua gave An Jing a bowl of soup, "You should also be more enthusiastic. Don't think that your score is enough now. The competition is so fierce now. Improve your self-requirement. Learn more from your sister. If you don't know, ask her more."

Lu Meihua's last sentence was obviously said to An Jing.

Yin Jing nodded and said in detail: "I understand."

An Xiangyi picked up a chopstick dish and went into Lu Meihua's bowl, "When you are having a meal, don't talk about these things."

After dinner, I quietly went back to my room to do my homework.

She put on her headphones, looped through a song, and then spread out the math exercise book.

After doing a few questions, she was a little dazed.

In fact, An Jing's grades are already very good. However, compared with her sister, the transcript is not that good-looking.

An Jing remembered that when she was in junior high school, she once performed very well in mathematics. She excitedly showed Lu Meihua and was waiting for her praise.

But before I could wait, I still remember Lu Meihua finally frowned and taught her a lesson, "Are you satisfied now? How many points are there? Look at your sister's grades and compare your own."

In fact, An Jing also wants to surpass her sister.

But there is no way. Sometimes it will be useless to study such things no matter how hard you work. Just as my mother said, it depends on talent.

She suddenly thought of what An Yue said at the dinner table and sneered.

An Yue wanted to surpass the statement, but she just wanted to surpass An Yue.

What is this? Is it a dead cycle?

He rubbed his eyes quietly.

Continue to do your homework.

At night, the tender yellow lights reflect the girl's soft and fair face.
Chapter completed!