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May 9th, Monday, sunny weather. Twenty-seven days left until the college entrance exam.

The efficiency of the teaching team at Beihai No. 1 High School is indeed high. They managed to finish grading the exams for nearly a thousand students in the senior year in just two days.

In the morning, the class representatives for each subject went to the teachers' offices. Although the exam wasn't ranked, the teachers were well aware of each student's progress or decline.

After receiving the exam papers for each subject, the class representatives took them back to the classroom and distributed them.

As for the results this time, how should I put it? It can only be said that they were not beyond Fang Yuan's expectations. With the teachers and the exam papers both 'lowering the bar,' Fang Yuan scored 662 points.

Normally, such a score would have allowed him to enter the first study hall, which is the small reading room. However, considering the ease of this exam, Fang Yuan felt that he might only rank around 30th. If he was unlucky, he might only be in the top 50.

After all, the exam questions were simple this time, and the teachers were lenient when grading to boost the students' confidence, resulting in a flood of high scores.

What satisfied Fang Yuan was the 145 points in mathematics and the 273 points in the combined science subjects. These were the highest scores he had ever achieved. Of course, with satisfaction, there was also dissatisfaction, which was the 101 points in English. Such a score might seem high, but considering that the full score for English is 150, and of course, Fang Yuan's score in Chinese was also within expectations, 143 points was already close to the ceiling for Chinese.

Looking at his scores, Fang Yuan couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

"It seems my system isn't that useless after all. If it weren't for it, no matter how hard I worked this year, I wouldn't have reached my current level!" Fang Yuan affirmed the system.

Hearing what he said now, the system almost shed tears. After all, since following Fang Yuan, he had never said anything good about it.

Of course, the system wouldn't bother with him, but Fang Yuan didn't care!

"The most important thing is that my stunning good looks attracted the system, making it follow me without abandoning me. Alas, being handsome allows you to do whatever you want," Fang Yuan thought narcissistically in his heart.

Fortunately, the system couldn't speak, otherwise, it would be vomiting incessantly at this moment. It had never seen such a shameless person, it simply refreshed its worldview.

Fang Yuan didn't know that the system was criticizing him. He was reveling in his stunning good looks, unable to extricate himself. His immediate priority was to improve his English level. He didn't need to reach the same level as Chinese, as long as he could raise his experience to over 900, he would be well-rounded and no longer have any weaknesses.

He didn't want to face the college entrance exam with any weaknesses. By then, it wouldn't be so easy to make up for them. Now he still had time. English, it's not difficult but not easy either. The most important thing is accumulation. After the listening comprehension was canceled, the college entrance exam's English became truly 'mute English.' Even if you just memorize it by rote, you can still get a decent score.

What Fang Yuan was least worried about now were these two subjects. With the help of memory potions, the experience in these two subjects was steadily increasing. The other subjects were what he was worried about. Although, based on his current experience, it was more than enough to cope with the college entrance exam, the college entrance exam was only his phase goal, and his ultimate goal was the sea of stars.

After habitually doing two sets of test papers, Fang Yuan began today's memorization time: Chinese texts, English reading, good words and phrases, example essays. Whatever Fang Yuan thought he could use, he tried his best to remember them.

This is the best way to make progress now—accumulation. This method is also the most effective method he can think of at this stage.

"Alas, recent progress is really slow! I miss the days when I could improve quickly!" Fang Yuan lamented deep in his heart.

In the final time of high school, everyone couldn't restrain the restlessness in their hearts. The classroom was filled with the atmosphere of youth and a trace of sadness.

This is the tail end of the most beautiful time in life, and everyone wants to seize this last tail to make their youth no longer have regrets.

Everyone is seizing the time, not only making the final efforts for the college entrance exam, but also simulating over and over again in their hearts the scene of confessing their feelings to that person in their heart.

At this time, the boys have transformed into poets, using immature but sincere verses to express the most sincere feelings in their hearts, revising these verses on paper again and again to achieve the effect they want to express most, but the final outcome of these verses is that they can only become the biggest secret in their hearts, and they will not mention it to the girl in their heart at all, perhaps she does not even know herself.

This time is also a time to test courage for everyone. Some people mustered up the courage to say the love words they had been holding back for three years to the girl they liked and gained love, but some people kept these words in their hearts and became the most beautiful regret in their youth.

Our understanding of love in our youth is often so pure and simple, and at the same time, it makes people feel very beautiful. It is like a delicate work of art, placed in a glass cabinet. When we look at it, we feel beautiful and delicate.

As the weather gets hotter, the students' hearts also begin to heat up. Groups of boys gather together to discuss the girls in the class; groups of girls get together to whisper, looking back at their favorite boys from time to time. When their eyes meet, they quickly and shyly look away, turning their heads with blushing faces.

This season is the season when spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and all things are recovering. It is also the season when the most confessions occur in high school. When you walk on the small road on campus, you will always find a couple walking side by side, the boy wanting to hold the girl's small hand, and the girl shyly letting him hold it; of course, there are also scenes of confession failure, walking alone on this small road, being shown off by this group of 'loving dogs,' and becoming even more sad.

This beautiful scene accompanies us through the last period of our youth. When we stand here again tomorrow, we will sigh at the innocence of our youth, and at the same time, we will recall the most beautiful person in our memory, which is irreplaceable.

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Of course, Fang Yuan is no exception. Since Lingling ignored him last time, Fang Yuan has been feeling restless. He asked Qian Pangzi why Lingling was angry with him.

However, Qian Pangzi just looked at him meaningfully, shook his head, and turned away.

This made Fang Yuan even more anxious. At the last moment, he didn't want to lose this relationship. Even if they couldn't be lovers, it would be great to be a pair of 'good girlfriends'! Fang Yuan often thought this way in his heart. He really couldn't bear to lay his hands on Xiang Lingling. They were too familiar with each other, and there were no secrets between them.

This is different from the girls Fang Yuan likes. He wants to find someone who is gentle and strong, dependent and independent, who can have their own life, but is an indispensable part of each other's lives. He only wants a peaceful relationship that can accompany him to grow old slowly, can share his joys, sorrows, and joys, and can accompany him to enjoy the joy of success and the sadness of failure.

It's not that Xiang Lingling doesn't meet his standards, it's just that as good friends who have been together for three years, he really can't bring up the word 'love.' Relatively speaking, 'family' or 'friendship' is the most appropriate description.

This summer is destined to be an extraordinary summer. It will become a scroll recording Fang Yuan's youth. When he gets older and looks back at this scroll, he will inevitably think of it. This is his lost youth.

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