I have a date with math

Chapter 82 The countdown becomes a 1-digit number

"What are you looking at?"

Mathematics suddenly squatted beside me and said, "I've seen you here for a long time, and you still giggle from time to time."

"What is it? Why don't you collect the books quickly?" Xiao Xiao also came over to watch the excitement.

My diary is still interesting, and the last entry in the diary is my "repentance".

I said in my diary, "The midterm exam is over, I'm gone." Thinking about it now, it was probably the midterm exam in the last semester of the second year of high school, right?

After that article, I never wrote a diary again. I put the diary in the box, and put it together with the useless history books, art books, and health education books in the first year of high school.

I almost forgot that I was once in despair because of poor grades.

I don't want to throw away this diary, even though it's full of nonsense, nonsense, and childish psychological monologues.

It's as if all those forgotten times have been sealed in. This is a Pandora's box in reality. Once opened, memories fly out.

I seem to have become a bit more literary - obviously I used to be a sand sculpture.

After noon that day, there were a lot fewer books in our dormitory.

But besides those books, there are still many books that I haven't taken away. Looking at such a large pile of books, I know that I can't read them all in the remaining few days, but I still don't want to throw them away.

After all, when you buy it, it costs tens of dollars a book, but when you sell it, it becomes a few dollars a catty.

After the college entrance examination, there will still be some third-year students who have not finished the materials and sell them to students in need in the second or first year of high school, which is much more profitable than selling to those who collect books.

All kinds of "Xueba Notebook" and "May [-]" will be precious memories in the future, right?

It is clear that there is still a week before the end of my youth, but I found that I have already begun to nostalgia.

Wednesday, May 2019, 5, sunny.

Countdown to the college entrance examination, 9.

The countdown finally turned into a single digit. Seeing this number, I feel inexplicably excited.

The teachers also seem to be slack in class, and they often talk about half a class, and then half a class of chicken soup.

At this time, it seems that the mentality is more important than the strength - the teachers say so.

Fortunately, there are no jumpers in our third year of high school this year, and the kid who jumped from the previous class has resumed normal studies.

It's a little funny that although our third year of high school stopped most of the fancy classes, such as: social practice, information technology, general technology, art and calligraphy...

But our psychology and health class is still on, and every Friday the last class is arranged as a chicken soup class. You can understand what the school is up to by looking at the class schedule.

Thursday, May 2019, 5, sunny.

Countdown to the college entrance examination, 8.

At night, Xiao Xiao locked herself in the toilet and made phone calls for over an hour.

If you think about it, you know, he was on the phone with his family, but what about me?Still working hard with the subjects at the desk.

Recently, they have the same attitude as the teachers. They even gave up on physics, and sat by themselves quietly reading physics books.

Mathematics was holding his hair in a daze, and he came over from time to time to glance at the information in my hand, and then continued to hold his hair in a daze.