About my hopeless brother and sister

I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders and said.

Well, looking at the personality does show some of it, and you can tell from Lizzy that she's a girl who doesn't think too much about anything, while Song Yixin is someone who would even pay attention to the smell of sweat on her own body, and when you think about it that way, Song Yixin does think a lot about it.

"Maybe so."

Song Yixin didn't retort, but smiled bitterly, then tossed the tennis ball into the air again. With a heavy racket, she hit the wall.

That means, I can go, right? I looked at Song Yixin, who was still training hard, one last time, and silently turned to go upstairs to my own classroom.

It's not easy for all of them.

It's not easy for me either, of course it's very hard for me, isn't it very hard for me to be able to cope with so many things, isn't it very hard for me to maintain my own otherwise boring and uninteresting daily life, don't look at anyone else, it's very hard for me!

When I arrived at my class, I was surprised to find that at this time, there were already people coming to the school, and, there were quite a few. And, what creeped me out the most was that the people who had come, were, in fact, studying!

Leave me alone...I'm going to reopen the door, I'm going to reopen a door, I must have opened it the wrong way, and when I reopen it, half the class should be sleeping and half chatting idly, that's right.

And yet, it wasn't.

Instead, because of my repeated opening of the door, I saw several pairs of eyes, looking over.

One of those eyes was Ben's.

Don't look at me, don't look at me, I'm just a boring person who came to school early. Class President I don't have a grudge against you either okay, don't look at me like that okay, of course if you plan to go anal with me I'm not going to go anal with you.

Because there's no point.

I walked back to my seat and was surprised to see that Wu Mo Xi was there. She saw me and lifted her head, showing a helpless face.

"What's wrong?"

I was a little creeped out by the way she looked at me and asked.

"That, the results are out."

Wu Moxie looked at me and whispered.

"Huh? What score?"

"Midterms, ah!"

"Ah..."

I suddenly remembered that I was taking a midterm exam right, well, I even saw this girl in front of me naked during my midterm exam... ahhhh... don't make me remember, just because I saw it caused me to almost collapse in my afternoon exam... I saw that the math problem was all about Oh Mo Hee....

Ahem....serious....serious....

"So what happened?"

Wu Moxie silently handed me a report card, and I took a general glance at it, and suddenly realized something that was very much in line with the current class situation, and that was that the people sitting here right now were, roughly speaking, people who got grades that were completely inconsistent with their usual efforts.

In other words, it's time for another day of crying sorely after the grades come down and then three minutes of heat.

First place is Qin Lan.

This one was reasonable.

Second place... is me.

In third place, is Xiang Zhe.

Well that's embarrassing, I didn't even give everyone the impression that I was someone who studied hard enough. Maybe for all of them, I didn't even qualify for this grade. People who really work hard, like Wu Mo Xi, are now seventh.

And as the class president who should be the best in every aspect of the school class, it's only eleventh.

Not even in the top ten.

Then that's very embarrassing, then I can understand why the class president would look at me with that look at that time.

"Qin Feng... Are you, like, studying in secret."

Wu Moxie looked at me and whispered.

"No, really not."

I shook my head and said, "I'm just finishing my homework and casually reading a book. Or rather, I don't even read books, probably, luck."

Wu Moxie silently lowered her head and didn't say another word, the math book in front of her, with various colored pens, marking all kinds of key points, the corners of the book, all with folded folds.

Her hand, clutching the pen, hard, struggling, angry, tight, squeezing the pen....

Chapter 52 about the people around me who try and don't reciprocate (2)

What kind of a being is a so-called genius, or what adjective should be used to describe a person like a genius? Talent is something that, like time and sleep, is a very, very abstract concept, and maybe everyone has talent, maybe only some people have talent, and maybe even all people don't have talent, it's just that some people are better at comprehending it. Who can say for sure about that?

Genius has nothing to do with the person, because one cannot decide whether one is a genius or not, and what determines such a person as a genius is unknown and unclear. In other words, genius itself is an unknown, and genius is like the black sheep in a herd of white sheep, and no one can decide that he or she must be born with black hair.

It may be a mutation, but it is a mutation that allows humans as a species to evolve. It's like what Darwin called natural selection. Genius leads the way in the world, breeding the human species into a better one, and genius attracts more of the opposite sex to keep the lineage going.

What kind of existence does genius have in our lives? Maybe we're taught from the start that hard work pays off, and that the dumb bird can outsmart the superior bird if it flies first. But what actually happens? This is nothing more than the words of a genius to soothe the words of the average person's medicine. Effort is not something that is a stable investment, and effort does not always pay off, or rather, the average person's effort does not always pay off.

If effort could pay off, then why would there still be a gap between rich and poor in society, why would there still be merit in performance? How can effort ever compensate for a deficiency in talent? Ordinary people study for four hours, while geniuses only need one hour, it may seem that ordinary people work harder, but in reality, geniuses gain much more than ordinary people.

An ordinary person's very hard work is not as good as a genius' whims.

The gap between a genius and an ordinary person was a chasm that simply could not be crossed.

Ahhh, I'm not saying all this to say that I'm a genius, I've never felt that I'm a genius, I don't have any outstanding points, I'm just an ordinary high school boy who can't be ordinary. Why is this grade? For the simple reason that if I'm not in the top five I can't skip my late night study sessions! How to study this kind of thing... I'm so lazy how can I stay up all night, reasoning, no matter how many questions will never leave the book theorems and formulas, don't think about the problem difficult, from the most basic theorems and formulas a little bit upward deduction.......

Well, thinking about all the questions in a simple way is a good way to do it.

I'm not a genius, I don't have any talent for studying, and if I didn't have the condition of not studying late to lure me, I wouldn't be able to get the grades I have now. I'm also too lazy to study, and I don't know the reason for many of the questions, but I just write them as they are because I have the original question.

I'm not a genius at all, I don't have any talent, the only thing I'm better at is probably memory and comprehension. If laziness is also a talent, then I think I'm a genius at laziness.

If we're talking about genius, then I think the chairman is the genius.

The chairman is really, no matter what he does, he's a genius at everything.

Except for housework.

Whenever the family is eating, the chairman is always the object of praise from the elders, and a positive example that all elders use to teach their children. While lazy and not very vigorous I was often scolded by the elders, of course I don't matter, they won't have the leisure to bother about me.

I was the first from childhood, the class leader, the sensible president, the child that all parents longed for.

However, perhaps because of that, my cousin didn't like the chairman very much.

For ordinary people, competing against a genius is a desperate struggle, a desperate struggle after a series of blows to the head at first. At first, you may believe in the story of the bird flying first or the wounded man, but after putting in countless efforts, you will find that your efforts are meaningless, and your efforts are not as good as the ones that others have made on the fly. It may be acceptable once or twice, but you will find that there is no chance of victory at all.