After several rounds of review, when I did the mock test papers, the error rate of my answers was already lower than 5%. My experience from my previous life told me that as long as I could surpass my own previous test scores, my ranking couldn't be low. There was still one week left before the final exam. I was always the last one to leave during the evening self-study and the first one to arrive for the morning self-study every day. Apart from not wanting to lose, I also did this to save some electricity bills for my family. The continuous high-intensity study made me physically and mentally exhausted. I actually fell asleep on the desk for a whole morning. During the lunch break, someone poked me awake. "Hey, hey, wake up." When I opened my eyes, I saw Xiao Ge poking my arm. The tables had turned, and it was actually Xiao Ge who was waking me up this time. However, he really hadn't slept in class for a long time, and sometimes he even listened to the teacher. "Why study so hard? Your grades are already very good," Xiao Ge asked me. "Um..." I rubbed my eyes and saw that his phone was playing a video. It was the last episode of *Crows Zero*. When he noticed, his dark face turned red, and he turned off the screen of his phone. What was he up to? His reaction was like that of an innocent high school student. Oh, he really was one. "I mean, you're quite motivated now. Why did you keep sleeping in class before?" "Ah, I was training all the time in junior high school. I couldn't understand the lessons, and as soon as the teacher started speaking, I felt sleepy." I asked, "Training?" Xiao Ge said, "Oh, my dad runs a martial arts class. I've participated in all kinds of competitions since I was a child, but I was eliminated in the provincial youth trials. My dad didn't know what else to have me do for a while, so he paid the fees for me to come and study in this high school. At least I can get into a university this way." I felt a great deal of respect for him. So he was a martial artist. No wonder some people came to challenge him to a fight. He scratched the back of his head and said, "You're the first person to praise me for being smart. I want to give studying seriously a try." His sincere words from this man who wasn't good at expressing himself made me feel a bit embarrassed too. Both of us scratched our heads.
