The admission form of No. 1 Middle School was pressed by Qianmai at the bottom of the desk.
It seems that overnight, in the third grade (10) class, thousands of trees and friendship blossom, and the class atmosphere has become more vigorous, united and friendly than ever before. No one will tear his face for a little thing, and no one will feel disgusted because he is a bit lower than his friend in the exam.
Even the physics teacher took up the last night of self-study before school to make up the lesson, and talked about the exercises that were not completed during the day, and there would be no more complaints. On the contrary, every Monday, in the teacher's office on the sixth floor, there will always be pleasing potted flowers as scheduled.
As the timing entered November, the weather became a little bit cold, and Qianmai put on a sweater early.
When I got up in the morning, the sky was foggy, and the pine needles by the side of the road were dripping with large dew drops, and the yellow lawn underneath was also covered with a layer of white frost. The chilly air pours into the nasal cavity head-on, and everything announces: Winter is coming!
The bell for early self-study had already rang, and Qianmai screamed and ran into the playground. From a long distance, I saw the physical education teacher leading the whole class to make a positive move. All the students stood in two rows facing each other, as if they had been tapped on the acupuncture points, and their legs were stretched straight. As a class leader, F3 is assisting the sports committee members to pull the red rope for movement calibration.
While the physical education teacher bowed his head to give a classmate an action guide, Peng Chen gave a look and signaled that Qianmai, who had run ten feet away, quickly returned to his place.
After receiving the cue, Qianmai suffocated his energy, hurriedly flashed into the empty space next to Nan Weiwei, and immediately made corresponding actions. His cheeks were red, and his heart was plopping violently.
Nan Weiwei looked ahead, and the corner of her eyes glanced at the tablemate who was late and had a guilty conscience. She couldn't help but softly ask: "Why is it so late?"
"Overslept." Qian Mai frowned, whispering annoyedly.
The kick training is very strict and cumbersome, but I persisted for a week and saw the neat formation and uniform movements, and the students felt very fulfilled. More importantly, at the opening ceremony of the school sports meeting, the third grade (10) class will be at the forefront as a colorful flag team. As the Orsay class re-organized this semester, this will be the first and last time everyone has participated in a large-scale school activity. Therefore, the students cherish it, and keep improving their movement requirements. Every time I train, even if my body is sore, there is no complaint.
I had survived the first two classes, the third math class, and I was fighting with my eyes. I watched the math teacher on the podium open his mouth one by one, one by one. Finally, he couldn't help Zhou Gong's call, hiding behind the pile of books and playing chess with him. went.
In a daze, the whole body looks like being run over by a road roller, my arms and legs are faintly sore, and there are more things coming up and biting a few bites from time to time. I'm so annoyed that I want to slap it to death, but I suffer from raising my hands. There is no strength.
As a result of the assessment, the neck immediately received a fierce sting.
"Ah..." Qianmai couldn't help groaning, and finally woke up slowly.
There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.
Nan Weiwei couldn't bear it, and under the table, she slammed another pink punch at the same table.
At this time, Qianmai was just wandering in the sky, and completely regained consciousness. Looked at the expressionless face of the math teacher on the podium, then looked at the "OK" hand gesture that Nan Weiwei secretly made to her. Enduring the numbness coming from his feet, he hurriedly got up and replied: "That... choose C."
The math teacher frowned, and Fang Zheng's face with Chinese characters was almost invisible. The whole class burst into laughter, and even Nan Weiwei hated iron and steel and stroked her forehead and "despised" Qianmai.
What's the matter, these people are usually humanoids, so I laugh like this when I look at me when I am embarrassed. Latent Wheat was in a very upset and irritable mood today, as if the chilly air outside was covered with a thin layer of frost.
"Answer the solution to the third problem on the fourth side." A hoarse prompt came from behind the chaotic noise.
Qianmai listened to it, and immediately calmed down. At this time, it is useless to regret and blame himself. It is better to think about how to remedy it. I grabbed the completed self-test paper and turned to the fourth side. I saw that it was a quadratic function solution. I pondered for a second, and then replied in a relaxed and ordinary tone: "Teacher, I chose C, which means this In addition to applying book formulas to questions, there is also a third approach."
"Oh? Then tell me." The math teacher's face slowly eased.
"Everyone knows that the answer to this question can be calculated using general formulas and vertex formulas. However, because these two methods contain undetermined coefficients, they will definitely be cumbersome to solve. Right?" Qianmai did not answer the question.
"Yes, I wrote a piece of paper..." Many students agreed.
Seeing that the atmosphere has eased, Qianmai secretly lucked out. So, calmly proceeded according to his own thinking: "Then, at this time, everyone might as well try the scalar root method, which is due to the full use of symmetry, which will be more conducive to improving the efficiency of problem-solving..."
BaLaBaLaBaLa, when a question was finished, the rescue bell rang after class.
At this time, the face of the math teacher has basically returned to normal. Latent Wheat was a blessing in disguise, and was slightly praised. However, when he left the house, the math teacher turned around with a smile, showing a magnanimous look no longer caring, and said: "Latent wheat, you are very smart. But I don’t want to do math classes except for listening and thinking. , You still do the third thing."
OMG, the class suddenly became a pot of boiling water.
Qianmai was too lazy to respond, like a frustrated ball, sitting down heavily, leaning on the back of the chair and lingering.
Nan Weiwei leaned over her head, no need to examine and inquire, and immediately summarized: "You are very wrong. There was a faint blue circle under my eyes, and I actually fell asleep in class. I desperately pinched you, you Still sleeping like a pig."
"You're a pig." After touching the painful part of the neck, after so long, he could still feel the nail marks. Qianmai couldn't help but want to yell: "Nan Weiwei, are you going to pinch me to death?"
Nan Weiwei didn't feel guilty at all, as if she hadn't heard of it, so she chuckled: "Really, I really admire you. You can lie so much that you can't even blink your eyes. To be honest, what did you do last night? Yes? I don’t believe you killed me, you’ll use a flashlight to work at night, read books and do questions."
"I had a nightmare. I didn't dare to sleep after waking up. I stayed until dawn, then squinted slightly, accidentally oversleeping." After a little sleep, Latent Wheat was still weak.
"What dream? Tell me quickly, I'll explain it to you, my aunt-in-law knows these things very well." Nan Weiwei's eyes sparkled, and her arms shook violently while clutching Qianmai.
"Your excitement is entirely based on my pain. Since it is a nightmare, who would want to repeat the experience again." Shuttle wheat faintly refused.
"It's a nightmare. You have to say it. If you say it, it will be broken, and it won't work. Tell me, tell me honestly..." Nan Weiwei still didn't give up.
There is such a saying in the countryside. Don’t be afraid of 10,000, just in case, and believe it.
So, she dragged Nan Weiwei to the corner of the unmanned stairs, tiptoed up to her ear and said, "It's terrifying, don't tell anyone."
Nan Weiwei's eyes were bright, and she nodded like garlic: "Don't worry, I love watching horror movies the most."
Qian Mai fainted. Although it was difficult to tell her, she decided to say something for auspiciousness: "I dreamt of being kissed by a snake..."
"Ah..." Nan Weiwei screamed with a fist, her voice soaring, her beautiful eyes filled with fear and excitement. After feeling out of state, he hurriedly covered his mouth, but the words leaking out of his fingers were enough to faint a person: "Say it quickly, how does it feel?"
Qianmai blushed in embarrassment, was thundered and turned his eyes upside down. The fear in my heart could not help but slowly faded: "Most of them are forgotten, just remember... a big python, on my neck, Rudely sucking and kissing on the collarbone, spitting out the flaming slender snake letter, making a chuckling sound... It's disgusting, the whole body is full of bashful smell..."
"What about then?" Feeling the tremor in Qianmai's words, Nan Weiwei gradually converged her previous joking mood and asked seriously.
"No more. I'm just very scared, scared into my bones... The python is so huge, I was wrapped around tightly, from head to toe I couldn't move at all... I wanted to resist screaming, but I didn't dare to move. I was afraid. If you move it a little bit and anger it, Snake Xinzi will poke in at any time..."
Knowing it was a dream, but at this point, Qianmai's throat was choked, and his dim eyes were slightly flooded with water.
"Bah! Bah! Bah! Let the nightmare go to the ghost, let the bad omen go to the ghost!" Nan Weiwei spit a few mouthfuls of water into the ground, muttering something in her mouth. Her appearance of a rural goddess made Qian Mai laughed completely.
At this time, Nan Weiwei entangled herself unwillingly, gave Qianmai a big bear hug, and said, "Okay, it's okay if you tell it... Poor baby, was she scared to death last night? You look stunned by frost. It's really useless! A dream scared you like this."
"You're even more restless, who was so scared and screaming just now?" Latent Wheat reflexively replied, softly feeling the gentle fragrance of the nephrite that hugged him, and the fear disappeared. (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!)