I jumped off the railing and walked around Xiaobo, singing loudly as I walked: "Get up! People who don't want to be slaves! Build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood..."
Xiaobo was holding the English textbook, his eyes were looking at a void, but he didn't react at all, but there was a bang outside the pavilion, and a person fell to the ground, followed by a burst of laughter.
The school was on holiday, and it was only seven in the morning. I thought it was just me and Xiaobo by the pond, so I didn't hesitate to reveal the truth. Unexpectedly, Chen Jin was sitting in the flowers next to the pavilion and sketching from life. It is estimated that he was so shocked when he looked at me, and he knocked over the painting frame. In order to save the painting, he fell to the ground again.
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a hole to drill, but who am I? I have been trained by the cornucopia so much that I can't get in. Don't be ashamed, but instead grabbed the lead, rushed over and pointed at Chen Jin to teach a lesson: "Why are you hiding here to peek?"
"I'll be there at 6 o'clock, I'll be there before you guys, even if it's a peek, you want to peek at me, right?" Chen Jin stood up first, and held up the drawing board, still laughing. On the drawing board was a lotus flower with morning dew that had been polluted. The picture, just a sketch, is more expressive than my watercolors.
I stared at it a few times and couldn't help but sigh that a genius is a genius, and even painting is better than others.
When he picked up the paintbrush, I realized that there was a paintbrush under my feet that I had stepped on. He smiled and said, "It's okay, I have a lot of them."
I glared at him and turned to leave.
Walking into the pavilion, I found that Xiaobo, the old man, was still reciting English silently. He didn't even change his posture, but the book turned a page.
I had convinced him, sat back on the stone in frustration, picked up the paintbrush, and stared at the lotus flowers in the pond in a daze.
It was not until Xiaobo completed today's study task that he told me to leave.
Later, we often met Chen Jin by the lotus pond. He was also learning to paint, but he practiced still life sketching. I don't talk to him, and he doesn't pay attention to us, each working in his own corner.
One day, he watched Xiaobo for a long time, and suddenly came over to Xiaobo and said, "Learning English is not how you learn it, English is a language, and its main function is that you can recite silently all day long, no matter how hard you work. A stupid way to get twice the result with half the effort. You should read it out loud, you don’t have to force yourself to memorize it, you just need to read it over and over again for the purpose of being catchy. After a long time, you will naturally develop a sense of language. With a sense of language, when you do multiple-choice questions , sometimes completely ignore the grammar, just read and your tongue will tell you which option is correct."
Xiaobo hurriedly said, "Thank you."
Chen Jin said lightly, "No thanks. Chinese people will be a little funny when they first speak English. Don't be embarrassed, and don't care what people think of you. Just read it with a louder voice."
Xiaobo immediately began to read aloud. It was a bit funny, I laughed, but Xiaobo was also very good at no one else. He read his own, and he didn't care how others laughed.
When he was tired of reading, Xiaobo said when we went back, "I didn't expect that child prodigy was so leisurely, not the reading machine that was rumored."
I said, "He definitely wasn't interested in learning to paint, he must have his own special plans. He is very cunning, don't be deceived by his superficial appearance. He was teasing."
Xiaobo smiled: "A very interesting person."
I also laughed: "We are not from the same world."
The summer vacation is over and a new semester begins.
Because Xiaofei did not take the final exam, the school decided to use her two-year average score as the standard. She was assigned to the key class (2), Zhang Jun was assigned to the slow class (7), I was placed first in the class (4), and the second in the class was Guan He.
When I went to report, I saw this ranking on the Red List, and I had a very unreal feeling that I was actually in front of Guan He? Did the school make a mistake? I was actually in front of Guan He!
I walked into the classroom like a dream and sat down in the corner of the last row.
When Guan He entered the classroom, more than half of the class was already seated. Several classmates greeted her and told her to sit over. Many boys stared at her. I thought faintly that she was still so popular.
Guan He looked around the class, declined everyone's invitation with a smile, walked straight to me, and asked, "Anyone?"
I shook my head and she sat down and greeted me: "Hi, long time no see."
I twitched the corners of my mouth, which counted as a smile: "Yeah." To you, it's been a long time indeed; to me, I've been paying attention to you.
After a while, the head teacher came in. She was a newly transferred female math teacher from the Experimental Middle School. It is said that she has rich teaching experience. After she came in, she first introduced herself: "My surname is Wu. We will spend the next year together. I hope to do my best to send you all to key high schools." Then she asked, "Who is Luo Qiqi?"
Her eyes searched enthusiastically in the first few rows, but the eyes of the classmates looked back. After a while, I raised my hand unwillingly. She was a little surprised that I was sitting in the corner of the back row, but she still smiled warmly at me and asked, "Who is Guan He?"
"I am." Guan He smiled and stood up.
Teacher Wu is even more surprised, the second place is also at the back? Still at the same table with the first place? It was very inconsistent with the law of being a good student that she knew, she smiled and nodded: "Sit down!"
Guan He sat down. Teacher Wu looked at the two of us and said, "I will do my best in the next year, and I hope you two can help me to do my best, create a good study style, and help my classmates make progress together."
Guan He smiled and nodded. I lowered my head and stared at the table in a daze. I was used to being a poor student, and was very uncomfortable with the teacher's enthusiasm and attention.
Teacher Wu said: "I want to get to know everyone first, and then we will clean up and assign seats after the cleaning. If there are students with special needs, you can tell me. Luo Qiqi, you are responsible for leading everyone to sweep the floor; Guan He, you are responsible for leading everyone Clean the glass."
I frowned, did this teacher ask me what kind of person I was before taking office? It's so meritorious.
Looking at the transcript in her hand, she called out the names of the whole class, got to know us roughly, and left, leaving us a classroom that was not cleaned during the holidays.
The classmates all looked at me and Guan He. I stood up, opened the back door, and walked out of the classroom with a blank face. I cleaned as much as I liked, it had nothing to do with me.
The third grade is on the third floor. Classes (1), (2), and (3) are in another corridor. If you go directly from the third floor, you have to pass the teacher's office in the middle. I don't want to bump into Mr. Wu. , intend to go down the stairs on the other side and go around from the second floor.
Before arriving in class (7), I heard Zhang Jun's voice. From the wide open window, I saw him standing on the podium with a helpless expression on his face. The expressions of the students below are completely different from those of class (4) just now. After the fast and slow classes were divided, a bunch of good students sat together and a bunch of poor students sat together, and the difference in aura was really big!
The most arrogant poor students in our grade happen to be in class (7), and they feel like a bandit den that dominates the mountain. I suspect that the school is doing it on purpose, just like (6) class is a good class in a good class, (7) class should be a bad class in a bad class, it is estimated that the teaching director of the junior high school has planned to give up this class, and let their group Poor students delay each other.
Zhang Jun is in class (7), he is considered to be a good student among the poor students. Judging from this situation, he should have been assigned as the monitor by the teacher. I can't help laughing. This teacher is so lucky, he is right! If a normal "good student" were to manage a room of bad students, I'm afraid that in the end, the good students would also become bad students. Although Zhang Jun was languishing in school, he didn't make trouble, and he didn't do petty tricks. He was famous for his appearance and gossip, not for drinking, smoking, fighting, but he had to be willing to calm down a few gangsters.
When I saw Zhang Jun, he also saw me naturally. I guess he was a little surprised by the smile at the corner of my mouth. He stopped talking, and seemed to have forgotten his words. The students immediately burst into laughter, and some even knocked. at the table.
Zhang Jun had a good temper. He just looked at them with a smile and waited patiently for them to get tired. He said, but the female teacher couldn't take it anymore and kept shouting: "Quiet, quiet!" Her "Quiet" sound drowned in the laughter of the crowd.
I went downstairs with a smile, went around from the second floor to the other end and then went up. (1) The class is in the class meeting, and the cornucopia is talking. Of course, the students below can't compare with the good class, but they are still honest. It seems that the school attaches great importance to the cornucopia. This time, it should be an exercise for him to lead the graduating class.
Class (2) and class (3) were cleaning. Lin Lan and Xiaofei were standing on the stool cleaning the glass. I walked over and stood in front of them. Xiaofei immediately asked, "Why are you here? Your class doesn't need to clean. is it Hygiene?"
Lin Lan smiled: "She must have escaped again. She is getting more and more courageous now. The head teacher of class (4) thought she was picking up a treasure, but it turned out to be a disaster."
I asked, "Who is your class leader?"
"Shen Yuansi."
"Shen Yuanzhe's younger sister?" I felt relieved, Shen Yuansi and Xiaofei were in class (2) before, and the relationship between the two was not bad. There should be no trouble in Xiaofei's future.
Xiaofei said, "It's quite interesting that her brother and sister are both class leaders."
Lin Lan said, "Both brothers and sisters study well, have strong ability to deal with things, and look good. No matter what happens in the future, they will be able to negotiate and negotiate. When I see them, I suddenly feel sorry for an only child like us."
Xiao Fei nodded vigorously in agreement. I didn't say a word, I still would rather I be an only child.
I stood on the side chatting with Xiao Fei and Lin Lan. After seeing that their glass had been cleaned, I took the second floor to return to the classroom. The classroom has been completely new. My classmates looked at me in a very special way. I completely ignored it. Divine power has long been beyond their ability to penetrate.
When I was looking for a seat, Guan He called me. She even reserved the seat beside her for me. There were already people in the other seats, so I could only sit beside her silently.
Mr. Wu came in and started to announce the list of class cadres. The monitor was a boy named Li Shan who had just transferred from Xi'an. Mr. Wu introduced that he had served as the monitor before and had experience in managing the class; Guan He was a member of the study committee and served concurrently Chinese class representative; I was appointed as a math class representative. Don't look at it as just a class representative. The class teacher's class representative often has many special rights.
This is the first official position in my life. When I was a child, I used to yearn for it infinitely, but now I just feel helpless. I think I can understand Zhang Jun's mood as the monitor.
Teacher Wu assigned seats again. Guan He and I were still sitting at the same table and were placed in the middle of the classroom. Teacher Wu said meaningfully: "I hope you two can help and promote each other, set an example for the whole class, and lead the whole class. The classmates work together to create a good style of study.”
In this way, my third year of junior high life kicked off. Next to me sits someone I admire, someone I envy, someone I like, someone who always reminds me that I am nothing.
As always, Guan He's demeanor quickly conquered the hearts of the whole class, and our monitor Li Shan also lived up to Teacher Wu's high expectations. Prestige, he and Guan He, both masculine and gentle, managed our class in an orderly manner.
The class was in perfect harmony, and the only dissonant voice was me.
The school holds a board newspaper evaluation every two weeks, and the winners will get extra points. It is said that this will affect the selection of the outstanding class collective, and then affect the bonus of the class teacher, so the class teacher and class cadres attach great importance to it.
Li Shan heard that I could draw and invited me to contribute to the class's board newspaper competition, but I refused without any sympathy. Growing up, what I lacked the most was a sense of collective honor.
Guan He came to invite me again, and I said, "I have only studied for more than a year, and I am not qualified to show it to others."
Guan He smiled and said, "Song Chen is in charge of the copywriting, and I am in charge of writing on the blackboard. I hope you can be in charge of the painting. It is not difficult to find someone who can paint. In fact, Li Shan can paint, but I think you will have ingenious ideas. We need a design that catches the eye. You try it, and if you don’t like it, then quit.”
I sighed secretly in my heart, the same thing, coming out of her mouth, always makes the listeners feel infinitely more comfortable. I couldn't say no to her, so I agreed.
Over the years, I have almost forgotten the details of many published newspapers. Just remember that Guan He and I are both perfectionists. Because of the difference between blue and light blue, Guan Heneng erased all the writing on the blackboard that had been written for four or five hours and wrote it again from scratch. Because of an article, I will draw four or five pictures, ask everyone to give their opinions, and revise it repeatedly until I am satisfied.
With the cooperation of two somewhat paranoid people, our class board newspaper never even won the second place, and always the first. Li Shan joked that Guan He and I are "two swords combined, invincible in the world".
Often the whole class has left, and I, Guan He, and Li Shan are still working in the classroom. When Guan He and I were so focused, we would forget to eat, so Li Shan went to buy us bread and drinks.
When he buys delicious food, he will greet us to eat first. Guan He and I were sitting at the table in the classroom, eating and admiring the fruits of our labor. At this time, it was Li Shan's turn to do the work. He was in charge of proofreading and polishing.