"That summer's cicadas were noisier than any other year. The branches outside the classroom window grew wildly, but they couldn't block the blazing sun."
The large class room on the top floor of the Mingli Building of the Affiliated High School has always been noisy. The school committee of Class A of Senior Two drifted into the classroom from the corridor and shouted, "Report—our class is about to enter!"
"The little eunuch in the Jingshi room is here to deceive people again." Someone teased
"You're a fucking little eunuch, I'm serious."
"It's neither mid-term nor end-of-term, who's in?"
"Transfer student."
As soon as these words were said, everyone who was awake in the classroom came to the spirit: "Male and female? Fidelity?"
"It's absolutely true! I just saw it, the man is very handsome." The school committee smacked and added: "I don't know which teacher is not a man, and he has pulled the grass of other people's schools."
There was a roar of screams in the classroom, and several girls took advantage of the chaos to aim at the corner of the last row. There was a boy lying on the table to catch up on sleep, with one hand covering the back of his head, his long fingers slightly bent, and his wrist bones protruding.
It was so noisy around him that he scratched his short hair and turned his head sideways.
The girls looked back, and their voices suddenly became much lighter: "Where did it come from?"
The school committee reported a school name.
"What is it? Is there this school around?"
"I haven't heard of it, but it must be a key point of the province, otherwise it would be impossible to transfer to our class."
"Wait, I'll check." The talking boy took out his phone from the table like a thief: "Is there no teacher here? Help me keep an eye on it."
He searched quickly with his hands, and after searching, he was dumbfounded: "Fuck?"
"What's wrong?"
The boy held the phone and showed it around, and the rest of the people were dumbfounded.
After a long while, someone finally came back to his senses: "He is from another province? He transferred to Jiangsu after finishing his first year of high school? Taking the college entrance examination? That handsome guy's brain is caught in the door?"
Sheng Wang, whose brain was caught in the door, was waiting for his decision in the Academic Affairs Office.
The cicada hissed in the thick shade, and he left the window and plugged in the earphones before he could hear his father's new voice. Three in a row, each 1 minute long, is Sheng Mingyang's consistent style.
"Your little uncle Chen just called me to say that you went upstairs by yourself. Why didn't you wait for him? New classmates in the new place, it would be better if someone brought you—"
"What's the school atmosphere like? Is it much different from the previous No. 1 middle school? Although it's all provincial key points, it's not a province after all—"
"Have you seen Lao Xu—"
The air conditioner in the Political and Religious Office is a bit old and can only be partially cooled, which is suitable for middle-aged and elderly friends. Sheng Wang stood at the air outlet, the slight sweat on the ends of his hair was blown cold. He pointed his finger at the screen, and cut off each speech after listening to the summary of the previous situation. He rolled his eyes when he heard one, and was a little confused when he turned to the third one.
Of course, Uncle Chen knew that it was the driver who sent him to report. The teaching area does not allow cars to enter, and the parking lot is far away. Sheng Wang finds it difficult to take one more step, so he simply let him go back first.
So…
"Who is Lao Xu?" Sheng Wang said while pressing the send button.
"You pinched my voice again?" Sheng Mingyang replied in seconds.
Sheng Wang fanned himself while holding the collar, pretending to be disconnected from the Internet.
Sheng Mingyang chased after him with a phone call, and his tone was helpless: "Lao Xu is the director of the Political and Educational Office. He is not too tall, and he is quite decent, maybe a little serious. It stands to reason that he should pick you up, have you seen him?"
Sheng Wang recalled following his description: "No. The teacher who picked me upstairs was very kind. He was smiling all the time, but he looked like a big-mouthed monkey."
Still short, he glanced at Sheng Wang's shoulder, and spoke with his face raised. He placed Sheng Wang here and went downstairs, saying that he was looking for someone to get new textbooks.
Sheng Mingyang stuck his shell: "Oh, almost, that's him."
Sheng Wang: "… "
He thought for a while and said, "Dad, do you think I look good?"
Sheng Mingyang wanted to hit him.
As a businessman, his kung fu is perfect at seeing people talk to people and talking to ghosts, but he can't hold back with his son.
There was a voice outside the door, and Sheng Wang glanced at it: "Monkey, no, Director Xu is here, I'll hang up first."
Sheng Mingyang speeded up his speech: "Okay, behave well, try to make a good impression on the teacher on the first day, don't take nicknames."
"Oh." Sheng Wang responded slowly.
"Let Xiao Chen pick you up at night, I'll be able to get home by then, take you—"
He hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be relaxed and said: "Let's invite you Aunt Jiang to a meal together, that's what Dad discussed with you last time, okay?"
Sheng Wang pursed his lips.
Aunt Jiang's name is Jiang Ou and she has a son. He had never seen the real Jiang Ou, but had only seen two photos, which were quite perfunctory.
He has been listening to this name off and on for almost a year, and the frequency has changed from once every two or three months to almost every day. He is really getting used to it. I have to say that Sheng Mingyang is a master in controlling the rhythm, and he can't pick out any mistakes. So much so that Sheng Wang couldn't find a suitable entry point even when he lost his temper.
Last month, Sheng Mingyang said that he would be twice as busy in the second half of the year and would not be able to stay at home for a few days. He also said that something happened to Jiang Ou and the house could no longer be lived in. So he wanted Jiang Ou to move over, not only to have a place to stay, but also to help take care of Sheng Wang.
In fact, the babysitting is fake, and there are special aunts for cleaning and cooking. The accident is not necessarily true, but it is just to find a breakthrough. Is it possible to leave after living together
This matter is said to be a discussion, but in fact, before Sheng Wang can nod, new supplies have begun to appear in the house, and everything is preparing to welcome the woman, oh, and her son.
Whether you eat this meal tonight or not, there is only one result.
He couldn't hear Sheng Wang's answer for a long time, and Sheng Mingyang called him on the other end of the phone.
Director Xu, who looked like a monkey with a big mouth, happened to walk in the door, Sheng Wang paused and hung up the phone.
After all, it is a freshman report, and Director Xu of the Political and Educational Office can still maintain a basic kindness: "Call home? It's okay, don't rush to hang up and say it should be."
Sheng Wang turned his head and smiled with a youthful air: "Thank you, teacher, that's pretty much what I said."
Director Xu pointed at him and nodded to the teacher behind him. He just said downstairs that although this new transfer student has the face of a little girl, he looks like a good student and won't be out of line.
"Come on, sit down." Director Xu pointed to the newly moved small stack of books and said, "This is the textbook theoretically used this semester, you can look it up."
What is the theory
Sheng Wang didn't understand the meaning of these words for a while, he took the top chemistry and turned two pages, it was still in line with what he had learned before.
"I've read your previous materials, and have you transferred it several times?" Director Xu said.
Sheng Wang nodded his head: "Well, I turned around a few times." Basically, he followed Sheng Mingyang.
The primary school was in Jiangsu, and I changed it twice from the first year of the first year to the first year of high school. This is the third time. Thanks to these experiences, he has no feelings for anywhere, and he doesn't stay anywhere for long.
"I have also read the transcripts. Very good students have basically never fallen out of the top three in the grade. The qualifications are definitely enough, but there may be a little difference in the order and progress of the courses between the two schools." Director Xu used Fingers gestured at a distance of less than 1 centimeter, and said with relief: "You will encounter this kind of problem more or less when you transfer to another school. You can make up for it with a little snack, don't be afraid."
Sheng Wang had a smooth journey all the way, and he really didn't frighten anyone in his studies. I'm afraid it is impossible to fear. But he couldn't be too immodest, so he had to put down his raised tail: "I made mental preparations before coming, and I tried my best to keep up."
Director Xu was even more kind: "Has there been any preparatory subjects in the first year of high school?"
Sheng Wang said: "No, the school has tried a one-semester shift system."
"Oh." Director Xu nodded, "Actually, we are also on a shift system, just a little bit special."
Sheng Wang was a little confused: "Special? How special?"
"Class A you are about to join is a high school physics and chemistry intensive class. We take it once a half semester. Isn't there two big exams in the mid-term and the end of the term? Each time the last three students in the big test will be withdrawn to Class B, and then the three with the highest ranking will be selected. Make up. It's this kind of shift system."
Sheng Wang: "… "
In short, that's the way people choose courses, they're the way to get out.
Director Xu was frightened enough of the children, and finally decided to be an individual.
He took Sheng Wang across the flower corridor to Mingli Building. When passing by a wall of honor, Sheng Wang couldn't help but glance a few more times, because the expressionless "passport photo" on the wall was too much like a wanted warrant.
This school is absolutely beautiful, he thought.
Director Xu stood on tiptoe and performed the peacock show on the spot. He said proudly: "The number of high school competitions is not too many, but our performance is still very good. Most of the people on this wall are Will be your classmate, you can recognize it in advance."
Sheng Wang was blind and had no interest in learning about identification in advance, so he remembered one of them.
First, the repetition rate was too high, and he made the Wall of Honor into Lianliankan by himself; secondly, his surname was Jiang, and his name was Jiang Tian.
The focus is on the second.
Sheng Wang believes that if he becomes the emperor, he must be a foolish monarch, and he likes to sit together. Xiao Du Jichang is Xiao Du Jichang, anyway, he has been unpleasant to see the surname Jiang recently.
Director Xu admired this wall for the thousandth time, but suddenly pulled his donkey face. He approached the photo of Jiang Tian, reached out and wiped it twice, and said angrily, "Whoever draws love on the wall of honor is out of order!"
Sheng Wang hummed beside him: "There's more than one person painting."
The school's photographer Lu Zi is too wild, but the people in the photos still retain a certain quality. In Director Xu's words, they can be full of misfortunes for little girls. But Sheng Wang thinks that this kind of cool boy is probably Bking.
He prayed that he would stay away from this man in the days to come, lest one day he couldn't stand it and fight.
As a result, within five minutes of making this wish, he was pressed by Director Xu next to the live-action version of Bking. The reason is that it will be a bit difficult to keep up with the progress at the beginning, and the best way is to find the same table if there is a problem.
Director Xu said: "Looking at the whole grade, I guess I can't find a more suitable tablemate than Jiang Tian."
As soon as the words fell, more than forty pairs of eyes in the class cast suffocating glances.
Sheng Wang glanced dryly at the big-mouthed monkey, thinking that I can go to you.