One week after the start of the second year of high school, the school began to carry out various divisional matters.
At that time, the students were still immersed in the aftermath of the summer vacation, and the classroom after class became crazy. The front, back, left, and right tables are chatting freely, and there seem to be endless interesting things to talk about, as if youth is endless.
Meng Shengnan rested his elbows on the table, propping his head with one hand to think about novel ideas, while spinning a pencil with the other. Li Wei, the deskmate, stopped chatting halfway, and took away the pen from her hand while she was not paying attention.
When she realized it, Li Wei smiled: "What are you thinking about?"
"That's right, everyone is having a good chat, Meng Shengnan, you have to join." The girl at the back table said.
Meng Shengnan knew that he couldn't think of anything else, so he simply joined their conversation, watching such a group of people talk about everything from Pangu's creation to Beyond's September concert tickets, and then they talked about Confucianism, Confucius and Martin Luther King Jr.
"My dream is to be a great mathematician like Hua Luogeng."
A boy at the back table had a heroic tone, even stood up, and waved Jiang Shan's imposing arm.
"Can we be down-to-earth people?"
"You can die if you don't blow it—"
"Pull you down!"
"I spit-"
Meng Shengnan smiled and watched them compare each other.
That boy is a funny kind, usually very interesting. Now his expression is a little more serious, and his voice is sonorous: "When a person is alive, he must always fight for the awesomeness he bragged about when he was young! Ah—ideal! Ah—be strong!"
Meng Shengnan and the girl at the back table laughed loudly.
A group of people were talking vigorously when the door was knocked several times with muffled noises. Suddenly, the classroom was quiet. There were still a few standing on the table in the back row who were excited and quickly slipped down and sat down. Li Wei curled his lips: "Old Shi is talking again."
The homeroom teacher's surname is Shi. As for Li Wei's nickname 'Lao Shi', I won't explain it, you know. The point is, she is in her forties, she talks a lot, even better than Tang Seng, tsk tsk - it is rumored that she just divorced her husband a few years ago. Everyone sighed, her husband is really good enough, he has been able to endure it for so many years, if he wants to let ordinary people go, his ears would have been sacrificed long ago—three minutes of silence.
Thus, 101 minutes have passed since she entered the classroom and finished her speech—two classes plus ten minutes between classes.
The point is—her theme is only one: the division is coming.
Finally, when Lao Shi left, the classroom took a deep breath in unison, and then spit it out. The boy at the back table wailed: "My god, I really said that death does not pay for life. I heard that she took liberal arts. She seems to be the head teacher of some class. Fortunately, I chose to stay away from this time bomb."
The girl laughed and twitched, lying on the table in a faint.
Li Wei turned his head and asked her: "What do you choose?"
Meng Shengnan: "Liberal arts."
Li Wei said 'hey', "At the same table, remember to miss me more in the future."
Meng Shengnan's black line.
The school handled the division of subjects very neatly. After three days, everyone handed in the subject selection questionnaire. After all kinds of reluctance, the liberal arts comrades collectively walked up to the five-story building opposite and the land on the afternoon of the seventeenth day of school to say goodbye.
Having just entered the new classroom on the fifth floor, Meng Shengnan was still not used to it, and there was no one he knew in the class. It turned out that the students who came out together from class 9, senior one, were scattered and divided into four liberal arts classes on average. Meng Shengnan found a seat in the fourth row next to the window by the corridor and sat there. She raised her eyes and glanced at the whole class, almost all of them were girls. Meng Shengnan turned back again, flipping through the textbook to look at Mr. Liu Hezhen boredly. After a while, the class bell rang and the head teacher came.
To be honest, Meng Shengnan was looking forward to it, but the moment she saw 'Old Wet', she really felt hopeless.
"Today, I'll just talk about a few key points—" Thirty minutes later—Old Shi cleared his throat: "I've had a cold these two days, so I won't say much. Now I'm appointing a few class committee members. Self-recommended?"
Fortunately, you have a cold, Meng Shengnan thought.
A few girls stood up, and Lao Shi asked them to introduce themselves, and then gave them to a small official one by one. Meng Shengnan was looking out the window when she suddenly heard someone calling her name. Is this an auditory hallucination
"Meng Shengnan?" It was Lao Shi.
"Ah—" Meng Shengnan's mind was slower than his actions, and he stood up with a very serious expression: "Teacher."
After all, they are acquaintances, so Lao Shi said directly: "You can continue to be the representative of the English class."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
The get out of class bell finally rang.
She lied weakly on the table and basked in the sun. The girl at the same table, Nie Jing, looked more down-to-earth. After introducing herself to her, she began to flip through the books and do the questions-this level of seriousness can be admitted to Peking University.
"Ms. Meng, what are you thinking about?" Qi Qiao slipped over, lay on the window sill outside, bent over and flicked her forehead.
Meng Shengnan got out of his seat, and stood by the railing of the aisle with Qi Qiao, lying on top of them to look downstairs.
Qi Qiao said, "I didn't expect the angle of view from you to be quite good."
"Then you choose the text."
Qi Qiao hummed, "How can I do that, I can't bear to leave Song Jiashu alone (2)."
"roll."
Qi Qiao smiled, and took a look at their class: "Why are there not many boys in your class?"
"Um."
Qi Qiao turned back again, sighed and said, "It seems that I really have to worry about you having a boyfriend."
Meng Shengnan glanced at her: "Besides, I'll tell your mother about your puppy love!"
"Go, she can't wait."
Meng Shengnan: "Stop bluffing me."
"I'm serious, she ordered me to get married as soon as I graduate from college, and it's best to have a couple in three years."
Meng Shengnan: "...Really?"
Qi Qiao shrugged.
Meng Shengnan: "You can't be adopted by Aunt Qiao, are you?"
Qi Qiao: "Well, she said I was picked up in a ditch."
Meng Shengnan smiled: "I believe it."
Qi Qiao rolled her eyes: "Hey, Comrade Qiao Meili's lifelong dream is to have four generations under one roof."
One minute before the class bell rang, Qi Qiao ran back to the opposite science building. As soon as Meng Shengnan stepped into the classroom, the male squad leader appointed by Lao Shi with a crew cut and a height of 1.73 meters and a waist circumference of 2 feet 4 took the lead in singing "A blue sky above my head, a belief in my heart... ".
All the girls in the class: "..."
After a few days, the left, right, front and back tables were almost familiar. The class is also considered lively, full of heroine style. There was a boy sitting in the back row of Meng Shengnan. He was about 1.75 meters tall. He was quite thin. He didn't talk much to the people around him, but he was very smart.
"You have to change your thinking on this question, and prove that you know it?"
He asked Meng Shengnan unhurriedly, the girl nodded, and then he continued. After that, Meng Shengnan turned sideways, stared at the straw paper under his hand for a while, and then sighed slowly: "Fu Song, I didn't expect you to be so good at math."
The boy seemed a little embarrassed and didn't answer.
His tablemate is called Xue Lin, and she also came over at this time, and said with a smile: "In the future, whenever you encounter serious difficulties, you can find Fu Song."
After Xue Lin finished speaking, Fu Song spoke slowly: "Learning is a process. We must learn to enjoy it while studying it. When you reach that saturation point, although the speed of time has slowed down, many things have come naturally."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Xue Lin: "..."
During evening self-study, Qi Qiao came over and waited for her to go with her. At that time, their class (4) had already left, and there were not many people left. In their group, only she and Fu Song hadn't left.
Qi Qiao came in and sat on her seat, and asked Meng Shengnan with a smile, "How do you feel about your new life, Ms. Meng?"
Meng Shengnan was stuffing books into his schoolbag, when he heard that, he replied, "It's pretty good."
Qi Qiao said 'hmm' a few times, "I believe you are so rosy."
After packing their schoolbags, the two of them walked through the back door. After passing Fu Song, Meng Shengnan said hello and goodbye. The boy's expression was quite calm, and he didn't look at Qi Qiao much. On the way, Qi Qiao commented: "That boy just looked dumbfounded."
Meng Shengnan bumped her arm: "He is not in a daze, does the expert know?"
"Yo, you know?"
"He has the most admirable IQ among all the people I know in this school. Not only does he speak beautifully, but he also speaks so well—"
Qi Qiao glanced at Meng Shengnan several times: "Tsk tsk—how long have you known each other before you boast?"
"What do you know, this is called cherishing talent."
"cut."
After walking for a while, Meng Shengnan thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Why didn't you leave with Song Jiashu tonight?"
"Oh, he has a hip-hop rehearsal, he's very busy."
Meng Shengnan glanced at Qi Qiao: "What street dance?"
Qi Qiao: "He has a performance in the joint school competition."
"oh."
The ninth middle school is not close to Meng Shengnan's house, and she usually rides a bicycle back and forth. Qi Qiao rubbed against the back, and Meng Shengnan rode slowly. After a while, Qi Qiao replaced her. At night after evening self-study and school, small vendors on the street set up food stalls, and crowds of men and women can be seen everywhere waiting for barbecues.
The flavor of youth is pervasive, unassuming.
When they got home, Sheng Dian and Meng Jin were watching the evening news. Sheng Dian kowtowed melon seeds and said, "I met your Aunt Qiao this afternoon. She enrolled Qiao Qiao in Erhu, and I'm thinking about enrolling you in an interest class as well."
Meng Shengnan sat down on the sofa, picked up the water on the table and took a big sip.
"I'm not interested."
Sheng Dian glanced at her: "If you don't have one, train one. You won't be bored if you stay in school every day."
On the TV, the host of the news channel reported with a straight voice. Several voices converged in a room, and at this time Meng Jin's voice also came in: "Well, I agree with your mother on this point. Just go to play and relax. It's only two hours, what can I delay."
Meng Shengnan glanced at the two of them.
"Have you discussed it?"
Meng Jin immediately raised his hands and said, "This is wronging your father."
Sheng Dian glanced at her.
"Think about it, what are you more interested in?"
Meng Shengnan thought for a long time, and then said, "—Can the guitar work?"
As a result, when I went to school the next day, a girl couldn't help crying when she heard about it. That distorted expression was simply pain under a magnifying glass. No matter who you put it on, it will be unforgettable and unforgettable.
"Your mother enrolled you in a guitar class?" (4) Outside the class, Qi Qiao couldn't help exclaiming.
Meng Shengnan nodded: "Well, what's wrong?"
Qi Qiao gave her a firm hug, then put her face on her shoulder, and pretended to cry: "Auntie Shengdian is so kind, our Lafayette said that the erhu is an inheritance of folk art, and I have no choice but to go." , you are so happy, Meng Shengnan—"
"Pay attention to your image as a young lady?"
Meng Shengnan glanced at the aisle, a man and a woman walked back and forth from time to time, staring at them, she was really embarrassed.
Qi Qiao got up from her shoulders, wiped her face pretendingly, and said something angrily.
"Let's negotiate with Qiao Meili tonight!"
Meng Shengnan said blankly, "I wish you failure."
Qi Qiao's eyes widened: "Meng Shengnan—"
she laughs.
The two of them lay on the railing for a while, Qi Qiao was still chattering. The breeze blew over the cheeks of the two of them, blowing Qi Qiao's long hair. Meng Shengnan couldn't help but stroke his short ear-length hair that he had grown for three years, thinking of an age when he sang that he liked your long hair.
Finally, Qi Qiao was sent away, and Meng Shengnan returned to the classroom.
Xue Lin asked her, "Is that your freshman classmate?"
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "Students from elementary school, we grew up together."
"Oh—" she draws out her voice.
"What's wrong?"
"She is Song Jiashu's girlfriend."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Fu Song was acting as the queen hero, when he heard the sound, he glanced at Meng Shengnan, and said calmly, "The teacher is here."
Meng Shengnan was silent, and immediately turned around and sat down.
However, before his butt touched the bench, he heard a girl in the back row of the classroom calling—
"Li Yan, come here."