The Joy Luck Club (3)

  Next Monday, I returned to school and naturally attracted everyone's attention. Although the spring outing that day was only for our grade, it is clear that rumors spread very quickly in our small school.

  But what's the big deal, Xia Miangmiang's courage has returned, and she even stood at the office door, so why be afraid of this little inquiring gaze? Besides, it's already the second semester of high school, and the academic pressure is definitely not light. Soon it will be the second year, and reality does not allow me to continue slacking off at home.

  High school means liberal arts and science division, also means class division. This time, I must be in the same class as Wei Xingyun!

  I didn't even need to think about it, I knew Wei Xingyun would choose science. And I also knew that with his abilities, he would definitely get into the key class.

  The key class is a class that many schools will establish, the classroom location is in the depths of each floor's corridor, with little sunlight, and every time you pass by, you feel like there is a gust of yin wind blowing. The entire grade's best students are gathered there: smart, hardworking, and eccentric.

  Once during a mid-term exam, as I came out of the examination hall, I ran into an older brother who lived in my building and was in a high school's key class. I casually asked him: "How did you do on the test?"

  His dark expression was somewhat regretful: "Not very good."

  "Uh..." I asked cautiously, "Scores above 100 are always okay, right?"

  He nodded.

  "What about those 120 points?"

  He nodded again.

  I was shocked, "Can I really pass 140?"

  "He thought: 'It should be 146, I think there was a problem with my answer to the last question.'"

  He continued on his way, I stood still where I was.

  You want to know, that exam was actually the one I thought was the most terrifying - math!

  This really can't make me have a good impression of the students in the key class.

  Moreover, I have always felt that it is extremely unfair to separate a small group of people from others based on just one exam and give them the best teachers, resources, and care.

  We paid the same tuition, we were in the same age group, there was no big difference in IQ, but we received different treatment. How can those teachers who talk about democracy, class and equality every day in class bear it?

  Moreover, even the small portion of people who are distinguished do not count as lucky. The clever ones have to work harder, those who work hard have to bear greater pressure, and the strange ones become even stranger.

  But I still have to sharpen my head and send it in, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, even if my head is broken and bleeding. Because Wei Xingyun will be there, Xia Miao Miao must also be there.

  After all, I am also a poor worm who has no choice but to bow down to reality.

  My grades have always been extremely unstable, fluctuating wildly. When I'm up, I can rush to the top few in class, but when I'm down, I linger in the middle. My Chinese is okay, my English is average, my math is poor, physics formulas are always unclear, biology is mediocre, but chemistry is relatively outstanding because when studying chemistry, I often imagine myself as Harry Potter learning magic potions.

  There are many top students in the grade, and with this level, it's naturally not enough to enter the key class. If I couldn't get into the key class, would I be drifting further and further away from Wei Xingyun who sits deep in the corridor classroom?

  It's the first time I've ever worried about grades like this.

  But who am I? I'm Xiaomengmeng, the brave and fearless Xiaomengmeng, full of energy! What I need to do is not to worry foolishly, but to take action quickly.

  Then I threw myself into the army of struggle without hesitation.

  My Chinese is not bad, I just need to consolidate; my English is average, so every morning when I wake up, I recite 20 words and a model essay; math is not good, so I started humbly asking Yang Can for advice, this dead party of mine is extremely smart in math; I organized all the formulas in physics, no longer muddled during class, starting to think seriously; after one biology lesson, I chased after the biology teacher nicknamed "Little Cucumber", throwing out questions one by one; and in chemistry class, I started daydreaming, no, no, no, I'm not Harry Potter, I'm the great magical genius Snape.

  Facing me who no longer watches TV every night when I get home, but rushes into the room to do math problems, my dad exclaimed "reborn!" and my mom excitedly made me a different midnight snack every night, ensuring that I had the most adequate nutrition.

  I can certainly go ask for guidance from Wei Xingyun, and who knows, our relationship might even improve because of learning. But I'd rather use my own efforts to make him look at me in a new light.

  I want him to know that Xia Mi Mi is not just a child who only knows how to play and cause trouble, she can also be very quiet and work hard to achieve results that surprise everyone.

  Two months' time, as if it had just begun, has passed.

  My grades have been improving, and Yang Can finally won't use the "rotten wood can't be carved" eyes to sigh at me. The biology teacher and chemistry teacher smile as soon as they see me, competing to praise me in the office, saying I'm their proud student. Even Wei Xingyun has heard about it, "Xia Miomi, I hear your grades have been rising very quickly lately."

  I smiled, smiling with pride and complacency.

  The final exam is approaching.

  To be honest, I'm still a bit uneasy. What if my foundation is unstable and one of the subjects doesn't go well? What if others do too well?

  But still have to face it bravely, right? Let's go all out!

  The days of waiting for results at home were very difficult, despite my seemingly confident and calm appearance.

  One day when having dinner at my uncle's home, he casually asked: "I heard that you will be divided into classes next semester?"

  "Uh-huh." I nodded.

  "How about it? Are you confident in entering the key class?"

  I put down the bowl, "It should be okay, I guess."

  It sounds like this sentence lacks confidence.

  Fortunately, Xia Bing saw some clues and immediately shifted the topic to her own internship experience.

  His major is journalism, and this summer he started interning at the provincial TV station. In his words, it's just helping people with odd jobs, running errands, and carrying cameras. But even so, he still got a lot of gossip and news, so every time we have a family gathering, listening to him describe the scandals of this star or that leader has become a staple dish.

  At that time, a relatively popular group happened to come to our city for promotion. My little sister who had just entered junior high school kept asking Xia Bing this and that every day. However, Xia Bing deliberately made trouble, saying that one person had bad breath and another person had a bad temper. My little sister was skeptical, and every time she was hit with tears in her eyes, muttering: "No, I don't believe it, I absolutely don't believe it, waa... Brother, you're so mean."

  After sending away Xiao Tangmei, Xia Bing leaned in beside me, "What's wrong, Xia Lao Er, the signal is not in service."

  I didn't get emotional and argue with him, turned my head to one side, "None of your business."

  "Wow, I see this sentimental girl is Xia Shuishui, are you planning to change your image?"

  "Xia Bing, how can you be so childish? Can't I just not feel like talking?"

  "Hey, kids, don't treat being in a key class as a treasure, if you can get in then go for it, if not just keep working hard."

  It would be great if it were that simple, but let's not consider Wei Xingyun. "I've worked so hard for this, and if I don't get in, it'll be a huge blow to my self-esteem."

  "Hey, I thought your self-esteem was always bursting, but when so many people fell into the water, didn't you come over?"

  I was angry, "You also have no self-respect, being beaten in front of the whole family and still smiling afterwards."

  "Of course, having a super strong sense of self-respect is the tradition of our old Xia family. Look at my dad, he was slapped twice by my grandfather and still managed to smile."

  "What did you just say?" a loud shout came from behind by Eldest Uncle.

  "No, Dad, I'm telling Water that our family has the most romantic, most persevering, sweetest and happiest love story in history..."

  "Is your skin itching from the summer heat?"

  I finally burst out laughing.

  The day I went to get my transcript, Xia Bing volunteered to accompany me, but was rejected by me.

  No matter what the outcome is, I tried my best and I want to face it myself.

  But as soon as I walked into the classroom, someone shouted at me: "Xia Mi Mi, great, first in science class!"

  I stood there blankly, my eyes wide open.

  Yang Can ran over and stuffed the transcript into my hand, "Not counting politics and history, total score 597, it's not fair, actually higher than mine."

  I picked up the transcript and studied it carefully. History, geography, and politics were a disaster, but every other subject had scores that seemed to shine brightly.

  I suddenly turned around and ran wildly with all my might.

  Every step I take, I feel an urge to burst into tears.

  I rushed quickly to the door of Wei Xingyun's classroom, he was discussing something with several boys, I didn't care about other people's eyes, and shouted loudly: "Wei Xingyun."

  He turned around, saw it was me, smiled slightly and walked out.

  I panted heavily and handed him the test paper in my hand, "Look, I scored 597 in science!"

  He took the transcript, looked at it for a moment, handed it back to me and said with a smile: "Congratulations!"

  "How much did you score?"

  "About the same as you."

  I smiled at him, "So next semester, we can be in the same class again!"

  He hesitated, "It depends on the class division, there are three science classes after all."

  "I know, I have a premonition, we will definitely be in the same class!" I said very affirmatively.

  Under my firm gaze, Wei Xingyun finally nodded and smiled, "Let's hope so."

  That day, he wore a green T-shirt. Under the sunlight, his hair was shining, his eyes were shining, and even the fine down on his face could be seen shining. Such a warm and bright him, really, looked extremely good-looking.

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