"This exchange meeting is fucking exciting," Hou Jun inquired about the new gossip on the first day of school, "Director Jiang from Liyang No. 2 Middle School started, saying that the first place in the joint entrance examination next year must still be at their school."
"Of course it's not important. What's important is that after Mr. Liyang came down, other schools went up to speak ruthlessly. Our school not only looked forward to this year, but also ahead of next year's champion of the city."
"Gu Yanwang's tone is so loud?"
"Brother Zhan can support him," Tan Kai was busy making up his homework. "If Brother Zhan doesn't leave to take the college entrance examination, he will definitely book the top spot next year."
Yuan Ziqiang added: "Even if Brother Zhan recommends him, the second child of Wannian is not a vegetarian. The second child of Wannian won the second place in several schools in the comprehensive average score of the last joint entrance examination."
A few of them gathered around Shao Zhan to make up homework early in the morning, chatting while making up.
The central character of the topic, Shao Zhan, held a set of test papers in one hand, leaned back, and hung a red pen in the other hand. He was holding Xu Sheng's papers, and he had no interest in these gossip: "If you want to chat, get out. Go back to your seat and talk."
Shao Zhan's speech is occasionally not very polite, but it will not give people a sudden feeling. He is cold enough on the outside, but it seems very harmonious to say this. Much better than ignoring people before, Hou Jun actually felt a strange sense of intimacy when he heard the word "go away".
"No no no," Hou Jun said cheekily, "there is one more question I want to ask—"
Tan Kai made up half of his homework, and noticed the man beside Shao Zhan: "On the first day of school, I used the back of my head to show people. Just now, the patrol teacher stopped outside the window for a long time, and I'm still a good boy."
After Tan Kai finished speaking, he expressed his emotions again: "Speaking of Liyang, he is really amazing. He is the first in the joint entrance examination. It sounds awesome."
Xu Sheng brushed the questions too late last night. After handing in the homework, he lay down on the table to catch up on sleep. The other students were not surprised by this scene, but it was strange to see the school bully who was awake.
Xu Sheng heard his name, moved his fingers on the back of his neck, and then opened his eyes: "Is there a teacher?"
Tan Kai: "... just left."
Xu Sheng: "I didn't mean that, I just wanted to say, don't call me even if you come."
Tan Kai: "..."
He was convinced.
The winter uniform of No. 6 Middle School is only a black and red padded jacket, which is thick, warm, and extra large.
Xu Sheng added a black sweater to it. He also wore the thick padded jacket loosely. He wore very thin jeans on his legs as if he was not afraid of the cold. Talk to Hou Jun and the others.
The way Shao Zhan talks to others is different from the way he talks to him.
Concise, no nonsense, Hou Jun still didn't understand, Shao Zhan lost his patience.
Shao Zhan: "Calculate it yourself."
Hou Jun: "Don't, everyone has something they are not good at. Three-dimensional geometry is my dead end—"
Xu Sheng walked away, looked down, and landed on Shao Zhan's hand, remembering that he usually said something he didn't understand, Shao Zhan would turn the pen in his hand and touch it on his forehead, and asked coldly, "Is it still don't know?"
Thinking of this, Xu Sheng thought casually, how long have they not seen each other? ten days
"Have you finished talking?" Xu Sheng wanted to catch the guests, "I understand this question. I'll explain it to you?"
Hou Jun was starving for food, thinking that the man in front of him was also a new math genius: "Lion, please enlighten me?"
Xu Sheng is really good at three-dimensional geometry. He has strong spatial imagination and easy problem-solving skills. In addition, Shao Zhan told him about his winter vacation homework... Of course, it was mainly because Shao Zhan said it.
There is a special charm to the scumbags giving lectures. Hou Jun listened in a trance. Who would have thought that Xu Sheng was still a person who could only take 30 points in mathematics when the last semester just started.
"Do you understand," Xu Sheng asked, "Go back to your place when you understand."
Hou Jun always felt that the pair at the same table seemed to be chasing people.
After counting the time, it was almost time for class, and a few people packed up and returned to their seats.
When the ear was quiet, Xu Sheng said, "Xue Shen, I also have some questions that I don't understand."
Shao Zhan handed him the approved paper: "Which question."
Xu Sheng: "I don't really understand ten days, why do I miss my boyfriend so much."
Xu Sheng stretched his hand out from the cuff, wanting to touch Shao Zhan's hand, but he just wanted to rub it secretly, but Shao Zhan blatantly squeezed his fingers in between his fingers, relying on the corner of the back row. The location is good, and there are long sleeves in the school uniform blocking it: "There are still three minutes before class."
Shao Zhan said while reading the information book, "I owe you a reward."
The new semester has a new atmosphere. The teachers of each subject come up without any nonsense, and directly enter the new class stage. The new class is taught very quickly—the class is posted in advance in the group during the holidays. After the first round of general review, these new classes are under pressure. People can't breathe.
After a few weeks of going up and down, more than Xu Sheng was showing his head in the classroom, and he was lying down during the lunch break between classes.
Many students of Linjiang No. 6 Middle School have the impression of high school that they are crazy about taking exams, doing questions, and then taking exams. Xu Sheng's desk was always empty before, but this semester it was quickly filled with classroom test papers, mock papers, monthly test papers, sets of wrong questions... and Shao Zhan's notes.
The sophomore year's much-requested student notes were put together by Xu Sheng extremely casually with his stack of test papers with mediocre grades.
Xu Sheng specialized in one subject before, and his grades have improved significantly. Although he is still making up during the holidays, the speed is definitely not that fast. The most effective way is to finish the basics first, and then think about the improvement questions.
As the number of tutorials increased, the two became more and more tacit. Shao Zhan could tell with a glance whether he understood or not, while Xu Sheng took the test paper and could also accurately interpret the note written by his boyfriend on the side. What's the meaning.
Xu Sheng will go to the studio on weekends, and he will continue to write questions after the studio returns.
Tired of brushing, he was not honest. He sat on Shao Zhan's bed, removed the test paper that was on his legs, and leaned over to be rewarded: "Tired, but if you kiss me, I can barely write two more questions."
However, the content and process of the reward may exceed expectations and disrupt the review progress.
After the lights were turned off, the bedroom was already dark. Even with a rechargeable lamp, the light was only on the desk, so they kissed in the dark.
Xu Sheng would sometimes sit directly on the desk, with his belt half open, his beautifully curved chin raised, and his fingers gripping the edge of the table tightly. Due to the force and whitening of the knuckles, he could not help but occasionally make a sound from his teeth.
Shao Zhan usually looks abstinent and inhuman, and when he hooks him, he can say anything: "Call out brother and listen."
Xu Sheng: "...Fuck."
There are more and more bedrooms in the dormitory building that are still lit in the early morning, like the stars reflected in the night sky. Many people are not only for the college entrance examination, but for them, the college entrance examination is a road to the place they want to go.
Meng Guowei quickly noticed Xu Sheng's grades and classroom performance, which were not obvious at first glance, but put together Xu Sheng's test scores during this period, we can see a steady growth curve. The sub-bottleneck broke through to triple digits.
By the end of the high school entrance examination, Xu Sheng had over 100 grades in all subjects, with an average score of 108.
This result is not particularly good in Linjiang, but this candidate is Xu Sheng.
The shock of this incident to Meng Guowei was second only to "two students in Liyang next door seemed to have been struck by lightning.
He once questioned Xu Sheng's sentence "Are you pretending to be a scumbag" and it became true for others.
in the teacher's office.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Yuan asked when he got up and stretched, "Xu Sheng, I was also trying to talk to him, this boy, this semester is a prodigal son who has turned his back to reform his face."
Meng Guowei put down the test paper, thinking that although Xu Sheng's grades were steadily improving, this scumbag should be a real scumbag, not a fake.
He stopped a classmate who was about to leave the office and said, "Tell Xu Sheng to come to the office."
Xu Sheng was often called to the office, but every time he went, he was scolded, and now every time he went, he was slapped on the shoulder by Meng Guowei and praised: "The attitude of the school has been very good recently, keep it up, I will say, this world There are no teachers who can’t teach students well, hahaha.”
Xu Sheng was wearing a school uniform, and the one stop there was really different from before: "Yes, it's all the teachers who taught me well, which helped me find my way back and found the joy of learning."
"By the way," Meng Guowei stopped him again, "your mother has been calling to care about your mental problems these days. Is there something wrong with you mentally?"
"..." Xu Sheng said, "I'm fine."
Meng Guowei was suspicious.
Xu Sheng sighed, grabbed the test paper in his hand and said, "She may be afraid that I will be under heavy study pressure."
The incident that a student in Liyang was struck by lightning quickly spread.
All the classmates were talking: "Did you know that two students in Liyang were struck by lightning?"
"How did I hear that it was hit by a car?"
"I also heard from an old classmate in Liyang. It's true. He said that the two classmates used to take the last exam in the exam—"
"… "
Hou Junclass came around after the water and sat opposite Xu Sheng and said, "What do you think, is it possible to be struck by lightning? It's amazing, if that's the case, I would also like to be hacked, so this book may be stable. "
Being struck by lightning, Xu Sheng felt that he had the right to speak.
He was hacked, more than once.
Xu Sheng, who was struck by lightning but did not change his grades: "Do you think it is possible?"
Hou Jun pondered: "It's not impossible."
Shao Zhan, who had been struck by lightning but had a long time ago, said, "If you have the time, why don't you do a few more sets of questions."
Hou Jun: "...Oh."
After the mid-term exam, the tense study atmosphere was temporarily dissipated. In addition to discussing the stress relief of the two classmates who were struck by lightning in the next school, the sophomore group finally ushered in some spare time activities.
Yuan Ziqiang came back from the teacher's office and secretly gave them a notice: "There will be an announcement in the class meeting later."
The next day after the exam is Friday, and the next class is the class meeting.
Qiu Qiu and Meng Guowei entered the class together. Qiu Qiu didn't return to his seat, he stood on the podium and said, "That's it, we are about to start the blackboard competition this semester. Those who want to participate come to me to sign up."
The blackboard newspaper selection is a very important competition for the students of No. 6 Middle School. As we all know, when people's life is dull and boring day after day, even poetry reading activities can arouse endless fun among the students.
The intensity of the blackboard newspaper selection is even more unimaginable. The students of Linjiang No. 6 Middle School can be so bored that they regard a blackboard newspaper selection as a decompression project and maximize the playability.
After Qiu Qiu finished speaking, Shao Zhan glanced at him: "Are you going?"
Painting is Xu Sheng's strength. If he has the opportunity to paint, he will definitely be the first.
However, Xu Sheng was not as excited as he thought, leaning against the wall next to him and said, "I'll think about it."
"It might be unfair to the other classes that I go."
Shao Zhan thought he was being rude.
Xu Sheng originally planned to take advantage of the class meeting time to sleep for a while, but everyone fell down, so he could only sit up and explain, he twisted the water bottle and explained, "That's right, it may be a bit outrageous to say this, I was in junior high school. Son, was banned from the game."
The blackboard report game is still banned
Xu Sheng couldn't help but think of the memory of the blackboard newspaper when he was in middle school. In those few semesters, the class blackboard newspapers were all drawn by him. The first one was soft-handed, and the level difference was so great that the other classes had no desire to survive at all.
In the end, the dean directly banned him from the game: "Xu Sheng, shall we give the opportunity to other students? Well, other classes also need to be encouraged. We can't blow people's self-confidence." And self-esteem.
Xu Sheng's suspension experience could not be finished in a day. He raised his head and took a sip of water and was hesitating whether to sign up when he saw Tan Kai blowing in front of him like a whirlwind.
Tan Kai never ran so fast in physical education class: "Great, Sister Qiu, you may not know me well enough, I'll introduce myself again, I, Tan Kai, organized a crayon drawing competition in kindergarten when I was a child, and won Third prize."
The second whirlwind was Yuan Ziqiang: "I, Yuan Ziqiang, I may not be as powerful as Brother Kai, but I have a loving heart."
Qiu Qiu: "..."