Obviously, Qiao Yu's good deskmate didn't grasp the intent behind his words, merely smirked and left a comment: "Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. Luckily, the high school entrance exam doesn't test these things."
Then she withdrew her gaze and continued to grind away at the English book in front of her.
Qiao Yu sighed inwardly, glanced at the English vocabulary, barely finished the second unit, and then looked at the little companion who had been with him for a year. He noticed that dark circles had really formed near her eyes, reminding him of a plan mentioned by the teacher before, allegedly prepared for him by the good guy.
Take a year off.
If Zhou Shuang really wants to get into high school, twenty-something days is indeed too short; it's not very likely. But if there's a whole year to systematically review, it shouldn't be a problem.
So Qiao Yu asked seriously, "Are you really sure you want to go to high school?"
