"I advised your dad to go back," Grandpa patted his legs, "You haven't gone to school in two days, are you? Go to class tomorrow, go home after school, don't bother before the exam, review it carefully."

Ding Ji didn't say anything.

"Your parents don't care about you," said grandpa, "but after all, you are so smart, and you are also studying..."

"Don't talk nonsense," Ding Ji interrupted his grandfather, "If you are so smart, you won't be like this."

"After all, you are such a fool," Grandpa changed his words without thinking at all, "How can I not review it with peace of mind."

Ding Ji smiled and sighed: "Okay, don't deal with each other back and forth, drink your tea, I'll go to bed."

The school must go, and he has not yet received the newly issued papers this week.

And I went there quite early, and when I arrived at the school, the school gate had not opened yet.

Ding Ji frowned and took out his cell phone to take a look. He was confused that he had not woken up, but he was completely gone.

"Damn?" He stood by the window of the guard room and said in shock.

"Why, you misread the time?" The guard asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes." Ding Ji was a little discouraged and turned the clock of the mobile phone screensaver back to the digital one.

Is this called cleverness? You can even read a pointer table wrong.

"Have you eaten breakfast?" asked the uncle.

"Eat it." Ding Ji replied in a muffled voice.

"Get in," the uncle opened the door, "Many of you who live in high school in the third year of high school have also gotten up to go to the classroom now."

"Okay, uncle," Ding Ji looked at him. The uncle had only been on duty for two months. "How can I tell that I was in my senior year of high school?"

"I know you, Ding Qi," said the uncle, "There is a photo of you in the window of the bulletin board."

The wrong name is not very good for Ding Ji. He has had many names since elementary school, Ding Qi, Ding Yuqi, Ding Wen, Ding, and even blind people called him Ding Lin.

He smiled at the uncle and walked into the door.

The three rows of the classroom are a wonderful space.

Even if it is a school like No. 3 Middle School that always struggles with the affiliated high school, the third row of the last is unique.

For example, Ding Ji’s deskmate Shi Xiangyang is putting a piece of cake on the table and cutting it hard into small pieces with a knife.

Cut it repeatedly, and it seems that the goal is to cut it all the way to one centimeter in diameter.

In fact, this size is difficult to achieve, and the cake was almost broken before this.

Anxiety.

Teacher He said.

There are always a few people in the rear row who refuse to rotate seats, so anxiety is generally severely deposited in the rear row, and can be seen from left to right.

The one on the left who gnaws his nails doesn't want to worry about it for the time being.

"Ask you a question." Ding Ji took out a collection of physics exercises from his schoolbag.

"Yes." Shi Xiangyang nodded.

Ding Ji picked up the simple answer: "Tell me about this topic."

Shi Xiangyang regained a little vitality. After explaining the questions to him, he ate the cake on the table.

Ding Ji did not mean to help him, but heard that someone from No. 8 Middle School went crazy before the exam and slashed his deskmate seven or eight times.

Shi Xiangyang is a rectangular strong man with both height and weight.

This is considered self-rescue.

The time is the same every day, but the length of somatosensory time varies.

For example, today, when I stayed at school, time flies very quickly because I have to go back to my "home" at night. If time has legs, he can rush over and get a discount.

In fact, he was still living on campus last semester and was quite comfortable, but his father felt that he was very comfortable and forced him to leave the dormitory and go home.

Most of the time, once you open the door, you can smell the aroma of food and see the smiles of your parents. It's great.

Just uncomfortable.

Ding Ji spent too little time with them, so he could barely be considered a familiar stranger, especially in the past two years, and there was no way to even be familiar with him.

I can see you about once during the Chinese New Year, but the younger the child, the more I cannot keep my memories fresh. I have forgotten it when I see you next time.

"I'm back," my mother shouted at the restaurant, then turned to greet the aunt who was cooking, "Sister Liu, put the dishes on."

Ding Ji threw his schoolbag on the sofa and went to wash his hands.

The dishes on the table are all his favorites, including fried eggs with tomatoes, five-flavor duck, steamed meat patties and rib soup. Every time I go home, they are almost the home court of these dishes, and one or two other dishes are added to rotate.

This menu has not been changed for about two or three years. After returning from my parents, I asked about some dishes he liked from my grandma.

Sometimes Ding Ji can't quite understand their brain circuits.

Even if he likes to eat, he will almost be vomiting after two or three years.

But when asked what dishes he likes to eat, he couldn't say it.

He is not picky about food and has no food to avoid.

For him, there is nothing special about eating dishes that can improve relationships by eating them. He is just used to eating dishes made by his grandmother.

"Is it delicious?" asked my mother.

"Yeah, it's delicious." Ding Ji nodded.

"Did you go to school today?" my dad asked.

"Go." Ding Ji replied, burying his head to eat. Yu Guangli saw both of them breathing a sigh of relief at the same time.

"You still have to hurry up," said my dad, "I have called you Teacher He. You have missed too many classes during this period, and your scores have dropped several times..."

"Yes." Ding Ji responded very cooperatively, wanting to interrupt him with such a positive attitude.

But it was not successful.

"You have been smart since childhood," continued my dad, "has always been a recognized smart child... Of course, your current grades are not bad compared to others, but you can obviously be better, you..."

Ding Ji scooped two spoonfuls of tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the bowl, mixed the rice, lowered his head and pulled the rice a few bites, and stood up as soon as the bowl was put.

"Where do you go?" My mother looked at him.

"Review." Ding Ji walked to the sofa and picked up his schoolbag.

"You are in a mood again," said my dad.

"You'll talk about it after you have a child," Sister Liu sighed, "We don't talk about the child at the dinner table, so we can't eat well."

"He can only listen to us when he eats," my mother sighed, "Grandpa and grandma are not as long-winded as us. What's the child like in the end..."

Ding Ji suddenly increased his strength when he walked into the house and closed the door, and the door slammed and fell on it.

He stood behind the door for a while and sat at the desk.

I have been a little lazy recently. He rubbed his stomach and just ate too fast and was a little overwhelmed.

But laziness is the norm. Every once in a while, he will feel too tired and lose everything except playing.

So his grades have been ups and downs and very fluctuating.

He lacks perseverance, lacks concentration, and does not have an efficient learning method.

I don't want to change yet.

To sum up, he doesn't think he is smart, and he hates that some people say he is smart, and he is not worthy of the word "smart".

...Review.

He took out a set of comprehensive science simulation questions from his schoolbag, lay on the table, and started to do the questions with his arm on his back.

"I didn't eat in the cafeteria today?" Chen Mang looked at Lin Wuyu, "You are getting more and more wild."

"I have a headache," Lin Wuyu pressed his temple, "I'll go out and have some good food by the way."

"Remember to bring it back." Chen Mang explained immediately.

"I may have returned early today," said Lin Wuyu, "I won't bring the barbecue."

"We don't care about eating so much for free, just eat it." Chen Mang said.

Lin Wuyu smiled.

When he went to the small park a few days ago, he saw a cute decoration shop opposite the street, named "Dogs Come". He was too lazy to cross the street, so he didn't go.

He planned to walk over and take a look today. Maybe there was something delicious, but his head would not hurt after eating it.

There may be dogs to masturbate.

Lin Wuyu went to the small park with anticipation.

All the dogs come.

It's a small cafe.
To be continued...