In the days that followed, nightmares never came to harass Qianmai.
Latent wheat eats enough and drank enough every day, sleeps beautifully until dawn, and quickly regains its vigor.
Moreover, what makes her happy is that she has been lucky recently.
Among them, the one that gave her the most sense of accomplishment was the English quiz.
In the morning, the scores of the third batch of selection examinations were announced, and Qianmai was officially shortlisted for the school's participating team. The other four members are F3, who usually looks up and sees their heads down, and a handsome gifted student in the second grade. What fell below everyone's spectacles was that her performance closely followed the first place Peng Chen, leaving Shen Zhou and Zhu Shoubin behind with a slight advantage of 0.5 points.
When the results were announced, the whole class went from being surprised to boiling, and Nan Weiwei exclaimed for the first time: "Qianmai, what is your mother doing for your brain?"
The whole class laughed wildly, and everyone looked at her with weird eyes, as if they were looking at a foreign little monster who had strayed into the dragon group. Within ten minutes, there was another whirlwind of discussion in the third stage of the junior high school, and many teachers and students asked who Qianmai. As a result, she went back and forth, tracing the source, and returned her first prize in the "Welcome to the Return of Knowledge Contest" last semester.
If the First World War is accidental, then the two World Wars are completely famous.
Today, no matter if she appears in the classroom, bedroom, playground, cafeteria, someone will inevitably point to her and whisper. Latent wheat couldn't escape, so he simply became an ostrich. At the end of the day, she turned a blind eye to things outside the window and concentrated on reading only grammar books. Finally staying up to the afternoon after school, my hands and feet were already sitting paralyzed, and I couldn't help it anymore and rushed to the playground and started running wildly.
The wind blew past her ears, setting off her black hair and dancing wildly. Qianmai enjoys the joy of galloping and sweating. After holding back his energy, he ran five laps in one breath. Finally, finally exhausted, panting and leaning on the railing beside the rostrum.
Not far away, Liu Feipeng, wearing a school uniform jacket around his waist, holding a shot put in his hand, trot over here, and said disapprovingly: "You don't have to practice so hard, right?"
"Could it be fierce? All the girls in the class are counting on me to break zero..." The two talked as they walked and walked slowly to the cafeteria.
Qian Mai is right, she is going to be the leader in this school games.
On the day before the school sports event registration, the students in the third grade (10) class were still gearing up and motivated. But when the competition items were implemented one by one, everyone couldn't help being dumbfounded.
If it is said that after the boys in the third grade (10) class divided up all the men's events, there are still people who are dissatisfied because they have not been assigned to the competition events. So, the girls are in danger of zero participation and shaved heads.
The third grade (10) of junior high school is a typical yang and yin decline. There are only seven girls who are sparse and sparse. Some play the piano, some play the flute, some who can speak three languages, some who can write and paint, and even dance ethnic dances. Latin dance, etc., everyone seems to be one or two in the 18 arts, but no one can jump, juggle with balls and shoot guns.
Looking at a few white, tender, and delicate Chuchu girls, the boys in the third grade (10) class couldn't help but Wangyang sighed, is it true that the nickname of "Bai Zhan Ji" in the Ossay class is really destined to be unwashed? If the girl's head is shaved, then the boy's side is exhausted, and it will still be brushed off when the total points are calculated.
In the end, after brainstorming and repeated deliberation, Qianmai was pushed to the forefront of the storm, and was forced into the three events of high jump, long jump and long-distance running in one breath. The reasons are: regular exercise (Peng Chen's language), frequent mountaineering (Liu Feipeng's language), will surprise the enemy to fall into the water (Shen Zhouyu), good pressure resistance, the tighter the press, the higher the jump (Nan Weiwei rebels immediately) ).
In the face of everyone's undiscussable forceful act, Qian Tian wanted to cry without tears. In other words, I am also a girl from the south of the Yangtze River who has been punishing for more than 14 years. Why is there no one to pity and cherish jade
Unfortunately, no one cares about her. She was undoubtedly "voluntarily" on the list of the competition report.
"Eat so much for dinner? There are three or two, right?" Liu Feipeng asked happily while looking at the latent wheat that was slurping rice in his mouth regardless of his image.
"It's not yours." Qianmai complained vaguely. Her stomach is always hungry after exercise. After taking a big mouthful of the soup, he was slightly satisfied, and slowly began to eat more gracefully.
"I have radish sprouts, pickles and braised duck. They are not spicy. You can eat them." Liu Feipeng handed over his homemade dishes.
Qianmai is welcome, as he stretched his chopsticks over, his eyes beckoned him to taste his own sauced pig's feet. A chopsticks, radish seedlings and pickles, immediately burst into a slight smile: "I like your mom’s pickles and dried radishes the most. The selection of ingredients is fine, the sourness is sweet, and it tastes appetizing."
"If you like it, I'll give you all of this bottle. I haven't eaten it, I just opened it." Liu Feipeng directly pushed the bottle over.
"Hey, how embarrassed that. Whose pickles are made of radish sprouts? If this small bottle of radish sprouts grows up, there will be a piece of water radish. Look at your mother so much. This pickle is not fried at all. Yes, it is fried directly. This is a sweet dish, you should keep it for yourself.” Qianmai declined gently, picking up a chopsticks and pickling, and patiently waiting for the oil to drain before eating the bibimbap.
"A little pickle, you can accept it. Thanks to you, my mother's tinnitus is completely healed. She said she asked me to thank you and invite you to my house to play some other day."
"Really?" After seeing Liu Feipeng nodding his head in affirmation, Qianmai was overjoyed, and was sincerely happy for Liu's mother. I couldn’t help but feel complacent: “I’ll have a chance to call Nan Weiwei to go with me in the future. Now everyone is too busy to be a doctor. It seems that I really have the potential to be a doctor. Wang Zhigao’s mother’s back pain was also caused by me. It's cured."
"Then you can go to medical school in the future."
To Liu Feipeng's suggestion, Qianmai shook his head almost invisibly, and said like a mosquito: "I thought about it. But I fainted when I saw blood. Life is too fragile, and I don't have the courage to face..."
Hearing this, Liu Feipeng suddenly paused, hesitated for a moment, after all he asked, "Where are you going to study in high school? I know you didn't hand in the guarantee form."
"Let's take the exam first, and see the sorting school."
"Well. The most important thing is to catch up with the score first. Nan Weiwei is going abroad, I hope we two can continue to be classmates."
Qianmai heard this, smiled and blinked at him, and whispered: "I can tell you that my goal is set in Hangzhou. Starting from the next semester, I will go all out for my dream. It's up to you. I can't catch up, I won't slow down and wait for you."
Liu Feipeng was stunned for a moment. He had known that Qianmai would not continue to live in the golden field, but he did not expect her goal to be so far. From the current point of view, the key middle schools in Hangzhou are still hard to reach. Liu Feipeng was inexplicably impetuous, pondered for a long time, rolling his throat a few times, but after all, he didn't say anything.
The two ate silently, each with a turbulent heart.
At this time, F3 not far away had finished eating, got up and walked around here.
"Why are you three missing one all the time these days?" Shen Zhou had nothing to do with enough food, standing on the edge with teeth, joking leisurely.
"In this way, in terms of combination, the three of us are still loyal." Zhu Shoubin was also idle, and couldn't help but join in the excitement behind Shen Zhou.
The two had nothing to say, so Liu and Qian rolled their eyes.
At the end, Peng Chen went straight to the point and explained his intentions to Qianmai: "Wait at six o'clock, the second audio-visual room, teacher Gu will give us an English competition tutorial."
After all, the three took the lead out of the canteen. After checking the time, Liu and Qian also speeded up their meal.
When Qianmai took the materials and walked into the classroom, there was no one inside, but a line of beautiful cursive English was left on the blackboard. It was Gu Yawei's handwriting: "Temporary problems, I will meet the class at 6:30. (Temporary problems) If something happens, I will come to class at half past six.)"
Qianmai turned on the light, took a seat in the middle of the front row, and previewed the information by himself. A few minutes later, the handsome junior from the second grade also arrived, and the two smiled slightly as a greeting.
In a short while, the night completely enveloped the entire campus. There was a burst of running and laughter outside the audio-visual classroom, and then Zhu Shoubin and Peng Chen were seen hooking their shoulders, pushing and shoving and walking in.
Reading the message on the blackboard, Zhu Shoubin curled his lips, seeming to be very dissatisfied: "What? The dead old Gu who doesn't observe the time. If we knew this, we could still play for another half an hour?"
Peng Chen nodded in agreement, tilted his head and thought for a while, and the ghost idea immediately came to his mind: "Isn't he always teaching us every inch of time and every inch of gold? Now it's our turn to return to the color."
Zhu Shoubin was eager to try, deliberately seeking new things: "If you are not embarrassed or embarrassed, don't say it ashamed."
Peng Chen understood, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he leaned over to mutter a few words in his ear.
Later, I saw Zhu Shoubin's eyes bright and red, and he took the blackboard eraser in excitement. He was guilty of guilty, and he actually erased the words on the blackboard. Seeing him lightly swipe, the "C" of the English letter "class" evaporates out of thin air.
Qian Mai looked at it, accidentally burst into laughter, and at the same time, a few soft coughs from the handsome junior came out in the back seat. One word difference, at this time, the meaning on the blackboard has changed drastically: "Temporary problems, I will meet the lass at 6:30. (If something happens temporarily, I will meet my mistress at 6:30.)"
Therefore, when Shen Zhou came in with water drops with both hands, what he saw was such a tampered message.
He didn't know the truth, he was startled for a moment, then he burst into laughter like a volcano erupting. He didn't forget to laugh and comment, "Wow... Old Gu is going to meet his mistress? He is an idiot. The gongs and drums inform the world. However, I am curious, who is his mistress? Do you know?...".
Peng Chen frowned and blinked quickly at Shen Zhou. Unexpectedly, at this time, Shen Zhou unexpectedly added another sentence: "Don't miss the opportunity, let's go and tell the master..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suffered a lot of popcorns on the back of his head. Shen Zhou conditioned his reflex and assumed a Taekwondo posture. When he turned around with his legs raised up high, he immediately became unsteady in the wind.
Isn't it the Gu Yawei who stands behind his back
"Ms. Gu... today... is it early?" Shen Zhouyi's daughter-in-law accepted it with a low eyebrow.
"The bastard of the world, Shen Zhou is the original definition." Gu Yawei raised his voice loudly, and patted the handout on the podium again. But the moment he turned around, even he himself was stunned. His lips twitched, like being stung by a poisonous mosquito. But within a second, he understood the whole story, couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, waved his hand to let Shen Zhou not guilty.
It is also not to be indecent to come and go, and "to suffer a loss" has never been Gu Yawei's dish.
Time was ticking forward, and it was past 6:30, but Gu Yawei was not in a hurry to give a lecture, he would make a mistake when he made a mistake, and he decided to give a lesson to this group of kids who didn't know how to follow the teacher. So, without any rush, picked up the blackboard eraser and erased the "L" of "lass".
At this point, the meaning of the English message, there was another big shift in gorgeousness in an instant: "Temporary problems, I will meet the ass at 6:30. (If something happens temporarily, I will meet the donkey at 6:30.)"
At this time, the five people sitting at the bottom of the class could no longer laugh. Feng Shui took turns, but Gu Yawei smiled, stepped forward to pat the podium, and yelled at the five people: "Donkeys, it's time for class." , More chapters, support authors, support genuine reading!)