seven in the morning.
Yu Sheng vigorously rubbed his messy hair, wrestled an arm from the tangled quilt, and groped for the next shot.
The noisy phone finally silenced.
It was bright, but it was still dark in the room.
The curtains were not drawn tightly, and the dazzling light barely squeezed in and fell slantingly on the floor.
The phone rang again persistently.
The system comes with an incoming call prompt tone. The volume is roaring, and it also vibrates, buzzing and buzzing non-stop.
If you don't answer the phone, you will be shocked until the end of the day.
Yu Sheng half-closed his eyes, struggled to get out of his drowsiness, picked up his phone and pressed to answer.
"Brother Sheng! Come to school!"
As soon as the call interface came out, a deafening voice came out of the phone: "It's seven o'clock! Where are you? It's dawn..."
Yu Sheng sat up.
The strong instinct that has been stepping on the school gate for many years quickly took over the control of his body, Yu Sheng threw off his phone, pulled a half sleeve to put it on, and poured half a glass of water in one breath, and was about to jump out of bed when his eyes suddenly stopped. On a calendar just torn off a page.
Friday, July 16.
The third day of summer vacation.
"… "
Yu Sheng grabbed the phone, gritted his teeth and took a breath: "Your uncle! It's summer vacation!"
Yesterday, the game encountered a suspected booster, and he won more than ten games in a row with silver. As soon as he was unwilling, he played for a short night, and until now his head was still swollen like a bucket of paste, and it was writhing in pain.
I originally planned to make up for sleep today, but it was only seven o'clock when I was dragged alive by a phone call.
"It's summer vacation. I have an exam today. Brother Sheng, you forgot - the exam starts at 8 o'clock, and you enter the venue half an hour earlier. The one who takes the unified exam in the whole city!"
The loud voice obviously couldn't understand his pain, and it sounded like thunder in his ear: "They have read the list, I heard that Jin Linkun is also coming to our school to take the exam this time! I will go back to the school god who won the first exam in the general examination! Waiting for him to win the provincial champion, but he suddenly dropped out of school for no reason..."
The legend of the God of Learning has been circulating in the high schools throughout H City. The voices on the phone became more and more excited, chattering non-stop, and he was suddenly inspired to change his mind and plunge into the ocean of knowledge.
Yu Sheng had a severe headache, raised his hand to cover his eyes, moved his phone a little further, and pulled his whole body out of the chaos.
There is such a thing.
Mingming had already passed the final exams. I didn't know what the wind was blowing. Suddenly, a city-wide unified exam was organized.
Computer-based test, nine-subject joint test, one thousand multiple-choice questions.
He also deliberately broke up the students, and took the trouble to divide the examination room into areas, and the city's rankings were scored on the spot.
The rapid success aroused the murderous aura that was always undercurrent among several high schools in H City.
Yu Sheng yawned, pressing back on his temples: "No."
He fell on the bed, covering his eyes with one hand, brewing the drowsiness that had just been dispelled: "It won't work anyway, forget it."
A thousand choices will make you dead.
Having this time is not as meaningful as taking a nap.
Although Yu Sheng stayed up late, he always paid attention to health preservation. He had to sleep for eight hours at three in the morning. For this, he also exercised his superb ability to stand in the corridor and doze off.
He didn't intend to go and mess around with something as boring as studying the theological hegemony.
He sighed loudly: "Who wants to go? It's not what Lao He said! You can answer blindly, but you can't miss the exam, otherwise the Academic Affairs Office will send a text message directly to the parents, or I won't come if I kill you..."
Yu Sheng moved his hand away.
He sat up with his arms up and pressed his temples for a while: "When did you say that, why didn't I know?"
"Just before the holiday—"
After thinking about it loudly, he slapped his thigh: "Yes, it was the day you were carried to the corridor by the physics teacher to sleep!"
Yu Sheng: "…"
Lao He is their head teacher, called He Jianguo, a little old man in his early fifties. I get along very well with a group of students whose total score is not as good as a fraction of the experimental class, and I don't speak with the seriousness of an ordinary teacher.
Occasionally, they will help them get a good wind and send a whistle to give some very accurate gossip.
Lao He said that if he wants to send text messages to parents, he must send text messages to parents.
Maybe there will be some messy transcripts, final comments, and a propaganda word that the home and school will work together to win the future.
Yu Sheng sat on the bed for a while, took a deep breath, and wiped his face: "Okay, squat to pick up the car."
The loud voice immediately became excited, raised his voice, and added fuel to the phone to broadcast the situation of the various schools joining forces at the door for him live.
Yu Sheng had a headache hearing this, so he hung up and dropped the phone.
The phone bounced on the bed, and the screen dimmed into pitch black in the blink of an eye.
Yu Sheng sighed and stood up holding his forehead. He picked up the quilt and folded it in two hastily, walked to the window, and opened the curtains with his eyes closed.
Summer is just over and it's still early in the morning.
The full morning light poured down, and the furnishings in the house were instantly wrapped tightly.
Very spacious bedroom, furnished with a water bourgeoisie up.
The ThinkPad X1 Hermit's laptop was thrown on the table at random, with a red light for insufficient power, a solid black earphone wobbly hanging from the corner of the display screen, and three entwined green snakes were drawn.
It was quiet outside the bedroom, no one was there.
The aunt I hired at home quit my job two weeks ago and went home. I heard that my son is going to the third year of high school, and the pressure is too great. The mother deliberately put down work and went back to study to help relieve the pressure.
He was still living on campus at that time and sent a red envelope to his aunt, and he has not bothered to ask for a new one since then.
Yu Sheng walked into the bathroom with his eyes half closed, wiped his face with cold water, went back to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and looked inside.
It was empty, with two or three cans of beer on it, and a few takeaway fast food boxes scribbled in the corners that I didn't know how long they had been there.
It was the same as before he came back.
Yu Sheng was used to it, scratching his hair, pulling a bag and sweeping the fast food box in, tying it in a knot and throwing it at the door, taking it down and throwing it away when he was about to go out.
The test starts at 8:00, enter the test room half an hour earlier, and get to the test room at 7:30.
He lives very close to the school and can be there in ten minutes, so the time is not too tight.
There is no need to bring a pen for exams on the computer, online judging papers. Yu Sheng pulled out the school uniform and walked around the kitchen again.
There are still a few apples on the window sill, which were brought by the aunt who left, grown in the orchard at home, and said to be for him to try. He took a bag to school, and there were only a few left, which he kept on the small windowsill.
It was dry and wrinkled after being blown by the wind for half a month.
I just stayed up all night last night, and Yu Sheng still has no appetite and is too lazy to get food. Glancing at the bags of instant noodles stacked pitifully in the corner of the kitchen, he copied a barely good-looking apple and put it in his pocket, carrying the garbage out the door.
Among the five high schools in H City, the third middle school has always been at the end of the general high schools with its chaotic and orderly school spirit, stable disciplinary demerit rate and enrollment rate.
However, it is located in the immediate vicinity of the top provincial key high schools in the city.
The school spirit of the two schools is very different, and the source of students is very different. The school gates are back to back, as if they are more than ten kilometers away, but the back wall is sneaking you to meet me and I to meet you, and there are only two streets in the middle.
Both streets are commercial pedestrian streets. Vendors directly face the students who are going to class or concentrate on truancy. It is full of Internet cafes, KTVs and all kinds of cheap small shops. It is a bustling and extremely chaotic place.
It was so confusing that every time something happened, it must be the students of No. 3 Middle School.
Yu Sheng put on the school uniform of No. 3 Middle School, yawned seventeenth today, and bypassed the stall that enthusiastically sold the suits to the passing students.
This kind of commercial street, which directly relies on students, will obviously go down during the winter and summer vacations. But today is the day of the city's unified examination. Many vendors have set up stalls early on. The roads are crowded with temporary stalls selling things, making the already narrow road conditions directly crowded again.
"Produced by the Confucius Temple, you must pass every test!"
The stall owner was very enthusiastic, holding the triangular ruler suit in his hand and swaggering in the wind, chasing and shouting: "Two pieces of plastic, five pieces of iron! With a parabolic perspective view, you can save at least half an hour in the exam room!"
"A must-have artifact for exams, you will use it at a glance!"
"Get a bookmark when you buy it, koi for the exam, and a score increase if you pass the package!"
…
With the sound of greetings, Caitou set one after another without repetition. Before long, a few students could not resist the temptation, and hesitantly approached.
Yu Sheng rubbed his ears, deliberately making more than half a circle.
She is more savvy in business than anyone else. She sells school supplies and never greets No. 3 middle school students. Wearing a school uniform can save a lot of trouble.
This kind of exam will not do anything good, maybe it is the first-level selection of this innovation competition, which specially deceives those good students into the circle, and has to swim in the ocean of knowledge all summer vacation.
Yu Sheng came here today with his eyes closed and blindfolded. He walked around the messy stall, bought two buns and a bag of soy milk, and went straight to the back wall of the school.
There is a gap on the railing on the back wall of the school, which has not been repaired for so many years, which has benefited the third middle school students who have climbed the wall for generations.
Yu Sheng's house is in the newly built high-end community behind the school. If you go around from the front door, it will take half an hour at least, and it will only take ten minutes to climb the wall from the back.
In my high school career, in front of the benefits of being able to sleep an extra 20 minutes in the morning, all the rules against overturning the wall are paper tigers.
Yu Sheng was familiar with the road, and walked around the back wall half a circle, found a clean place, took soy milk in his mouth, and opened the paper bag with the steamed buns.
The buns were freshly steamed, steaming, and a little hot.
Yu Sheng threw down his hand, and just took a sip from the plastic bag of soy milk and took a sip. There was a sudden commotion in the originally secluded corner, and a group of people greeted him from a distance.
Six or seven.
Tough, aggressive, with a guy in his hand.
The leader is a boy, broom head, biting a cigarette, wearing a school uniform that saves important points, stepping on double arrogant white cement, and the style of painting is not important at all.
Plastic bags are easy to spill, Yu Sheng guarded the soy milk, and politely turned to the side, ready to make way for this group of people.
As soon as he turned around, he was surrounded by a solid crowd around him.
Several people with tall muscles stood in front, holding their arms, and their faces were full of not to be messed with.
Yu Sheng held the soft bag of soy milk in his mouth, looked at the broom head staring gloomily at him, looked at him for a while, and greeted him: "Friend, I know you?"
It's okay not to ask, as soon as the words came out, the broom's face became even more ugly: "You fucking—"
After scolding for a while, he suddenly remembered that he was the one who brought his brother to block people. After a pause, his expression gradually changed from annoyed to disdain: "Yu Sheng, do you think you can get away with being stupid?"
With a cigarette in his head, the broom sneered, narrowed his eyes and raised his chin: "I tell you, if you don't get beaten down and call your father today, we'll come here for nothing! You—"
Yu Sheng patted his head: "Ah."
Broom head: "… "
The condensed momentum was suddenly interrupted, and the broom's head was furious and his eyes widened, just about to explode, Yu Sheng had already picked up the bag again, and seized the time to swallow two mouthfuls of quickly cooling soy milk.
"friend… "
Yu Sheng finally remembered who he really was, rubbed his ears that were sore, and stopped in time before he continued to waste time talking nonsense.
"I just said casually that day, you wouldn't really go out in the rain and walk into the wall, and the invigilator was arrested three times during the exam, right?"