The final exams of Jintian No.1 Middle School are going on in an intense and orderly manner. Every corner of the campus can be seen holding books and studying hard.
On the morning of June 30th, Qianmai and his group of three came out of the examination room, breathing deeply in the hot air in relief. After the exam for the last language in the afternoon, everyone can 1949 for the time being.
The crowd in the cafeteria was surging, and the crooked grocery shopping team extended to the gate. Although the portion of the meal was well prepared during the exam, the supply was still in short supply. The contractor's boss smiled openly and his mouth was almost grinning behind his cheeks.
The three of them randomly lined up behind a long line, moving forward slowly like a snail.
"How did you do in the morning "Chemistry" exam?" Liu Feipeng asked happily. He seemed to be in a good mood, I think he did well in the exam.
"Fortunately, the final topic is not fully grasped." Nan Weiwei is also confident.
"The final big question evolved from the calculation question of the ninth quiz. I happened to ran into that question last night and asked Peng Chen. I didn’t expect to take the test immediately today. It is a full 9 points, okay. The risk is so dangerous..." Liu Feipeng patted his chest, his face full of the luck of the rest of his life.
"What's the answer?" Nan Weiwei and Qian Mai asked directly in unison.
"The mass of Nacl in the sample is 8 grams, and the compound combined with anion and cation should be Mgcl2." Liu Feipeng confidently announced the answer. The first thing he did when he came out of the examination room was to run to the test with Peng Chen. The results were exactly the same. Him.
"That's right." Nan Weiwei and Qian Mai said in unison again, and couldn't help but smile at each other's tacit understanding.
There are not a few people in the team who are whispering or whispering about the exam situation like them, and the whole cafeteria hall suddenly seems very noisy and lively. As the front line dwindled, the three slowly approached the window, and could not help but tiptoe and look inward through the glass window, each calculating the recipe for Chinese food.
Suddenly, a soft voice came from the front right: "a chicken."
What? The eyes of the nearby shot instantly towards the source of the sound. The waiter with the spoon in the window opened his eyes as wide as copper bells. Are you here to smash the place
However, the little girl in the pink T-shirt didn't realize it, still looking down the textbook in her hand, and muttering words.
"What do you want?" The waiter raised his voice and asked again in disbelief.
"Hot season (hot chicken), Wen season (hot chicken)..." Before the little girl was finished, she had already burst into laughter, causing everyone behind the team to look forward curiously.
After realizing that she had said something wrong, the little girl waved her hands frequently and spoke incoherently: "I want a piece of chicken nuggets, I want a piece of braised chicken nuggets... In the afternoon, I will take the "Society" exam. There is a warm season... Temperate monsoon climate… "
The waiter's face was slightly stunned, and he scooped a spoonful of braised chicken nuggets that had just come out of the pot and handed it to the little girl. In the end, I didn’t forget to kindly tell: "Read the book well, but don’t get caught up in it..."
There was laughter again nearby. After swiping the card in a hurry, the little girl blushed on Guan Gong's face and hurried back with only a chicken nugget. The moment he turned around, Qian Mai was sadly reminded, it was indeed the half-protruding fellow Ruan Huihui. No wonder, her heart beat faster as soon as she caught a glimpse of the pink T-shirt.
Finally, the three of them took the food and found a place to sit down. Squeeze a little, everyone has a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads. Nan Weiwei was about to grumble, her eyes drifted over the food of the two in front of her, she couldn't help laughing on the spot. I saw that Liu Feipeng's plate was full of five or two rice, one meat and two vegetarian dishes, plus his own vegetables. The latent wheat dish only has a thin scallion pancake, plus a small bowl of simple tomato egg soup. He couldn't help but asked with concern: "Is this enough? There is still a battle to be fought in the afternoon."
"It's too hot and I have no appetite." Latent Wheat frowned and tried to swallow the greasy and tasteless soup. The delicious snack that Peng Chen bought last week flashed before his eyes. It was really hard to change from extravagance to frugality.
"Yeah, I don't really want to eat either." Nan Weiwei felt the same, took a sip of rice bravely, and said with full of yearning: "At this time tomorrow, I can stay at home and eat popsicles with air-conditioning. "
Liu Feipeng didn't seem to feel this way. He moved quickly. He only took three to five mouthfuls, and most of the hill-like meals in front of him were gone. He raised his head and asked vaguely: "What do you do during the summer vacation?"
"Go to Beijing Uncle's house first. If you have time, you will travel to the northeast. I haven't been there, but I don't know if it will be cooler in summer." Nan Weiwei said.
"I may become an African worker during summer vacation..."
The words had just begun, and both Liu and Nan stopped the chopsticks together in disbelief: "Why?"
Qianmai smiled: "My family is going to build a new house during the summer vacation. There are many things to do."
The two suddenly realized. Liu Feipeng nodded and said, "It will be really busy. I also have to help with farm work at home."
The three of them ate and talked, settled their lunch slowly, and then parted ways in front of the dormitory. All the ones that should be reviewed have been reviewed. Instead of exhausted during the lunch break, it is better to go back to the dormitory to take a good night's sleep and wait until you are refreshed to challenge.
The afternoon Chinese test went smoothly. One hour after the test started, all the students in class (10) handed in their papers. When they came out, everyone was laughing at Yan Yan.
In view of the excellent performance of the students in welcoming the exam, and because the handover ceremony of Hong Kong's return to sovereignty will be held at 0:00 tomorrow morning, the school's charter school television will be open all night. Gu Yawei turned over his shift fee account and cocked his mouth with a smile at the huge amount of funds above. With a swipe of a big pen, set aside the money, let the class cadres organize activities on their own, in order to reward everyone for their hard work in the past few days.
(10) The cadres of the class are all action cadres. The classroom will be arranged in twos or twos, and a lot of snacks will be purchased, and they will be assigned to everyone’s desk. The students are eager to try. Most of them don't have all-night experience, let alone the whole class get together to experience eternal moments together. Therefore, although the air conditioner at home is more comfortable, most people choose to go back to the classroom to blow the old electric fan.
The host of the event fell on the monitor Shen Zhou and the propaganda committee member Nan Weiwei without any dispute.
Shen Zhou dressed casually, still in his usual dark blue No. 9 jersey and oversized sneakers. But he is better than a man, standing in front of the podium, with a pair of peachy eyes shining brightly, casually attracting a bunch of girls.
And Nan Weiwei obviously took special care to dress up. Tonight, she wore a light green silk chiffon elegant dress with pretty white lace on the neckline and skirt. Bright colors, smart styles, coupled with white high-heeled sandals inlaid with crystals, set her off even more youthful and beautiful. His straight hair was rolled up high, and a touch of peach-pink rouge was applied to his face for an unprecedented time. Just stepping onto the podium, it immediately caused a whisper among the boys.
Maybe the usual study life is too busy and tight, but now that you relax, everyone is playing more vigorously.
Watching the two on the podium sing together, they are enlivening the class atmosphere with their humorous language. Qian Mai leaned back in his chair casually, turned his head and murmured to Liu Feipeng with a smile: "Do you think they look like the legendary men and women?"
"Hehe, if you don't want to be chased by Nan Weiwei, shut up as soon as possible." Liu Feipeng answered leisurely.
"Isn't this boring." Qianmai's eyes slid around the classroom, and finally turned back to the muted TV screen. The TV channel is rebroadcasting the farewell ceremony of the last Hong Kong Governor-General Patten in front of the Governor's Mansion during the day.
"So much food is not enough for you to be busy?" Liu Feipeng gazed amusedly at the food waste that had been piled high on the table of wheat.
Hearing what he said, Qianmai didn't care about it, but had a flash of inspiration. He grabbed two cans of drinks and put them back, and said without any doubt: "Change your grapes."
After all, he picked up the purple-red grapes in the bunch and turned his head and slurped. This robbery behavior caused Liu Feipeng to stop talking, and he also liked eating grapes.
Gu Yawei has a mantra called "We lack everything in class (10), but there is no shortage of talents." Qianmai always felt that he was bubbling with cool white blooms. However, tonight, she also agreed slightly.
Starting from the first row of the first group, two beautiful "weasels", Shen Zhou and Nan Weiwei, are smiling and holding a red-skinned notebook specially designed to teach you how to deal with people. They take turns bombing the students who are left after being crushed by the exam papers. That little bit of poor intelligence. However, despite this, the wisdom of the masses is still quite powerful. Most of the classmates can easily defeat the "weasel". A small number of them are unlucky and are not afraid. They calmly settled on the podium. Folk songs, love songs, nursery rhymes, and English skewers, as long as you can name them, they will come with their mouths open.
Tonight is the eve of Hong Kong's return, so most of the students chose songs to celebrate the return of Hong Kong. "Song of Seven Sons", "Pearl of the Orient", "A.D. 1997", "My 1997", "Hong Kong Comes Alone" and so on. So far, there has not been a repeat of the track.
After all the snacks on the table were wiped out, Qianmai stretched out lazily, leaning on the back of the chair, his breathing gradually became longer and more relaxed. Don't guess the excitement ahead, she also knows it. By coincidence, the red-skinned notebooks held in the hands of the "weasels" were exactly what she provided.
Desperately propping up heavy eyelids, the clock hung on the wall in front of the classroom was approaching exactly ten o'clock, and it was indeed time for her to go to bed, which is usually too thunderous. Vaguely, the TV channel switched back to the live broadcast. The reporters were reporting on the PLA soldiers waiting in the rain and preparing to enter Hong Kong at zero before Wenjindu's entry and exit. But Jintian, a small city thousands of miles away, was stark at this time. The surrounding sounds and lights gradually became dim and distant. Unknowingly, Qian Mai fell asleep leaning on the back of the chair.
Until the pain of shaking the mountain hit. Opening his eyes laboriously, I saw Nan Weiwei with round apricot eyes and smoking above her head, and her eyelids drooped back again unconsciously. Then oncoming was a cold, latent wheat could not help but sneezed a few times, and hurriedly tore off, it was a wet spiral checkered towel.
After this ice, the submersible wheat almost completely woke up, and mumbled: "Is the activity over?"
Nan Weiwei gritted her teeth with angrily: "You're a big money fan, I'm exhausted over there. You feel comfortable, hiding in the corner and sleeping on your own."
What else am I doing? You just clearly had a great time, okay? Qian Mai ignored her, his eyes gathered on the TV screen, and immediately shouted "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the flag was raised?"
In an instant, Nan Weiwei gave a smirk after revenge: "Who told you to sleep like a pig, you missed what you deserve. I won't call you, missed zero point, you regret the best in your life. It's Peng Chen. But I put a towel on you, who told you to snore so loudly that people can't concentrate on watching TV."
go with! You are a pig, and you sleep snoring like thunder. Qian Mai squeezed Nan Weiwei, who had sharp teeth and sharp mouth, in her heart. She was snoring in the classroom, right? Was that face lost to the Pacific Ocean
The time is still at 23:45 on June 30th, and I can't help but secretly rejoice. So he turned his head slightly from the inside and said "sorry" towards Peng Chen.
Peng Chen also had a good temper. He pulled his towel from the hands of Qian Wheat, and pursed his lips: "She lied to you, you didn't snore. But..."
"Huh?" Qianmai's head just woke up and couldn't turn around for a while.
"You have-flow-mouth-water-oh." Peng Chen smiled softly and sincerely, and leaned his head, quietly joking in a voice that only two of them could hear.
ORZ, latent wheat is full of black lines. Damn it, can't you omit the last sentence? But looking at Peng Chen's joking eyes blinking with blue sparks, she intuitively told her that this guy is definitely arranging himself. Can't help but stare at the innocent Liu Feipeng, won't you come over and push me? It's better for you to push than to be teased by Peng Chen.
Receiving Qianmai’s complaining eyes, Liu Feipeng shrugged helplessly. I wanted to call you, but Nan Weiwei watched closely: "I remain neutral. I will not get involved in the war between women."
Cut it, it's still war, who is it with whom, is your nerve structure normal? Qianmai muttered and ignored it, turned around and watched TV intently.
A few minutes later, at zero o’clock, all the school’s televisions spontaneously broadcast the loud national anthem. With the bright five-star red flag and bauhinia regional flag rising, Hong Kong, which has experienced a century of vicissitudes, finally returned to the embrace of the motherland. The Chinese government Since then, the exercise of sovereignty over Hong Kong has been resumed.
At the same time, in Times Square in the west of Jintian City, tens of thousands of fireworks soared into the sky, and the quiet night sky suddenly burst into a splendid prosperous sky. The bright sparks were colorful and ever-changing, illuminating the class (10) classmates through the windows. Excited faces. The piercing eyes of the students seemed to indicate: Summer vacation, I'm here! (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)