I scored 38 points on the math test at the beginning of school.
The "innocent male high boy" at the front desk showed off his abs on Douyin in cross-dressing.
Si Yuan silently put "" on the score. This is the real senior year of high school.
There is no school bully handing out love letters, only the dean of students catching puppy love in the corridor; there is no rooftop confession, only best friends who go shopping for oden together after evening self-study.
The handsome guy on Douyin lives in a filter, but the reality is his classmates who are fat, short and ugly and never get the derivative questions right.
Si Yuan is an ordinary girl with more than pretty looks but not the most popular girl in the class. On a campus where looks are generally "down-to-earth", her grades are her only life-saving straw.
My family is well-off but I am a single parent. My mother's love turns into heavy pressure and expensive cram schools.
She also read novels and fantasies, and was also delighted by the possible favor of the "Class Grass", and was even more panicked by the small note from the "Sports Committee".
But the red cross of 38 points was like a slap in the face, waking her up:
In the battlefield of senior high school, scores are dignity.
From struggling on the edge of passing the passing mark, to writing the wish of "Concord" on the winding window under the street lamp late at night; from being embarrassed while being tortured by menstrual pain and still having to write exam questions, to wearing an awkward dress and exquisite makeup at the adult ceremony and becoming the focus of others' admiration; from soberly rejecting the confession under the class grass fireworks, to writing calmly in the college entrance examination room, and finally letting out an ecstatic roar that shattered the floor on Chafen night...
This is a counterattack path full of thorns.
No cp true direction
Practice writing
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance
