"Xiehe? You mean the medical school in Beijing... Of course it's very good. If you can pass the exam, your grandfather must be happier. He told us that when he was young, he always said that he wanted to be a doctor. Then he retired. I still have nothing to do to read books on internal medicine at home... "
Chu Heng carefully stacked the poached egg on the slice of whole wheat bread, and pushed it in front of Chu Mian. The two chatted about exams and majors while eating breakfast.
"Baa baa, let me tell you, when your dad returns to Ronggang next month, he may find someone to help your school transfer a few special teachers. Remember to tell him whether to choose liberal arts or science in the future."
"Science." Chu Mian filled the milk bowl with oatmeal, "I want to take the clinical medicine exam."
"Clinical medicine... the eight-year program?" The nephew's goal sounds ambitious, and Chu Heng is very pleased that he can make a firm decision on his future direction at this age, so he asked one more question: "What is the approximate score line in Ronggang? "
Chu Mian's voice was calm: "The lowest score this year is 697."
When the three numbers "697" were arranged in Chu Heng's mind, she almost smeared jam on her fingers. After many years of graduation, she has long been insensitive to college entrance examination scores, but at least she still has some common sense: "This is almost enough to go to Qingbei, right?"
Chu Mian lowered her head and replied, "The first two and a half years of clinical medicine of the assistant doctor are in Tsinghua University, and the next five and a half years before returning to the headquarters. The undergraduate admission score is almost at the middle level of Tsinghua's majors."
In other words, if you want to be admitted to the clinical medicine of Peking Union Medical College, you must exceed the score line of Tsinghua University.
Chu Heng knew that he was already preparing for the goal of the college entrance examination, so she didn't need to worry too much, but she was silent for a moment, and she couldn't help asking: "Then your college entrance examination is at least the top ten in science in the city to be stable?"
Chu Mian noticed her erratic tone, and the young man raised his head and asked, "Do you think I can't pass the exam?"
"Huh? Of course you can." Chu Heng didn't want to hurt his self-confidence, and immediately smiled, "Talent is not something that everyone can have, and Ronggang's college entrance examination is less stressful. For you, the top ten in the city is already It's quite simple... "
"That was before." Chu Mian turned her face away indifferently, "It was a long time ago."
For more than two years since the onset of sleeping sickness, Chu Mian has been expecting her body to return to normal after waking up from the dream every day. The so-called "sleepiness" and "cataplexy" are nothing but nightmares that can be forgotten at any time. But day after day, not only did he show no signs of improvement, but his academic performance also declined seriously. From the first place in the school outside Hong Kong to the last few in the class; from a top student with extraordinary talents, to an outlier in the eyes of others.
—Chu Mian, go home if you don’t want to attend class, school is not a place for you to sleep!
—Look, Chu Mian fell asleep again, hahaha...
—Don’t think that you can skip homework because you are smart. You are the only one in the class who can’t keep up with the progress. Why don’t you hurry up
— Yo, Xueba, you always sleep during the day, why did you go there in the middle of the night
…
There are very few doctors in China who are familiar with narcolepsy, and even fewer people understand narcolepsy. Not only did he have to endure a swarm of ridicule before the diagnosis, but he would not be forgiven naturally after the diagnosis. In the process of repeatedly struggling with the nightmare, Chu Mian gradually learned to face everyone's disappointed eyes alone.
"Don't be impatient, baa baa, didn't the doctor say that many people gradually healed themselves as adults?" Chu Heng put down the spoon, and his voice returned to the most relaxed state, "Okay, I don't want this anymore. How does Jun feel, are you getting used to it?"
"It's pretty good. But except for Chinese, the teaching speed of other teachers is very slow, which wastes time."
"Have you gotten close to your classmates?" Chu Heng asked, "Does the classmate who gave you candy play with you every day?"
"Unfamiliar." Chu Mian drank the milk in the bowl in one gulp, and a circle of milky white was printed around the pale red lips. He took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and before his aunt could ask why, he took the initiative to add: "He's not the same kind of person, we can't get along with him."
He got up, said "I'm going to school", picked up his schoolbag and left the house.
The school issued brand-new sports jackets to the first grade today. The main color is black and white, and the neckline of the jacket is embellished with lemon yellow stripes. We are very satisfied with Cheng Jun's school uniform. Chu Mian put on his coat to confirm the size. He wore a uniform shirt outside Hong Kong, and he is not used to this kind of loose sportswear now, and the sleeves always feel a little uncomfortable when writing.
"Our school badge is not a horse!" Yu Ran was amazed by the newly discovered details, "What is it? Triangular...Look at it, Brother Diu! Our school badge is a rice dumpling!"
Fang Zhao stared at the school uniform and refuted him: "How could it be a zongzi! This... this is obviously more like a birthday peach!"
The two had a lively discussion about this little matter, and the sound filled Chu Mian's ears who accidentally fell asleep, making him dream that he had turned into a ball of stuffing, stuffed into crowded rice grains to make rice balls.
The morning is the stage when Chu Mian is most likely to get sleepy. Sometimes he oversleep and misses lunch time, and he slowly wakes up in the afternoon. In the lax history class, Chu Mian concentrated on reviewing what she missed in the morning math class.
However, the review did not go smoothly, because Chu Mian found that the history teacher always looked at her side. Even though she has the privilege of not listening in class, Chu Mian still doesn't want to ignore the teacher's existence in a waking state, which will make her seem too disrespectful to her elders.
The reason why the history teacher kept paying attention to the direction by the window was actually Yu Ran in the front seat.
Yu Ran managed to attract the teacher's attention when he took history class for the first time. This male teacher is young, wears glasses very elegantly, and has a friendly accent. The most distinctive feature is his slender arms. The students sitting in the front row couldn't help sighing when they saw it: "Teacher, your arms are so long, you must be able to touch the floor directly." Bar?"
"Of course." The history teacher straightened his legs briskly and bent down, his fingers touched the ground effortlessly.
Yu Ran looked at it and couldn't help sighing: "Wow! Then if your mobile phone falls into the toilet, you can definitely fish it up directly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the teacher's mobile phone slipped out of his pants pocket and fell on the podium, and the screen shattered after it rolled twice.
Yu Ran immediately covered his crow's mouth.
From the beginning of this class, the history teacher remembered Yu Ran's name and often asked him questions. Yu Ran is also very supportive, he answers when he can answer, and makes up random things when he can’t answer. From time to time, he catches the teacher getting stuck in the lecture and leads the students to boo him. The atmosphere of the history class is always lively from the beginning to the end. .
"What two groups of contradictions were accompanied by the centralized system of authoritarianism in ancient my country? Yu Ran, get up and talk."
"Hmm... country and people, industry and agriculture... right?" Yu Ran observed the teacher's increasingly surprised expression, "Hmm... I don't know!"
"I don't even know this? Isn't what I asked about junior high school knowledge?"
"To be honest, Brother Xuan, I have long forgotten what I learned in junior high school." Yu Ran said sincerely, "But don't worry, I will still recite 'Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing'..."
"You, you, sit down and confess to me!"
Every time Yu Ran made the history teacher angry, it made the students laugh. In the harmonious atmosphere of the classroom, only Chu Mian frowned more and more.
In his class experience from childhood to adulthood, there were very few people who would answer the teacher's words loudly without raising their hands, and no one would argue with the teacher for topics other than learning. The students also strictly abide by the classroom discipline and concentrate on listening to the lecture. And now? It's obviously an experimental class, but many students around have a loose attitude, talking casually, laughing, booing... Some people even refuse to bear the need to go to the bathroom until after class. The point is, the young teacher on the stage indulged them again and again, and the teacher-student relationship was too frivolous.
Chu Mian was indeed dissatisfied with this style of class, but he understood the truth that what comes, it is safe, so he ignored everyone and bowed his head to study by himself expressionlessly.
"Students, let's clean up in the second and third classes in the afternoon. I will assign everyone's tasks now." After the history class, the head teacher came in with the school's arrangement notice in his hand and announced, "Girls in the first and second groups sweep the floor, and boys mop the floor; The groups are all arranged by the monitor; the fifth group of students is responsible for the front and rear doors and windows; and the boys’ class committee is responsible for cleaning the four fans.”
As the sports committee member, Yu Ran wanted to know from the class monitor the classmates who cooperated with him in cleaning this time, but he told Xue Hua that there were only two class committee members for boys, and the other was Chu Mian, the school committee member.
"Oh." Yu Ran pouted, and went to Xue Hua to get a new rag.
Chu Mian is indifferent to the class committee list, as long as he can finish his work properly. After stepping on the table to wipe the first two rows of ceiling fans, Chu Mian found that Yu Ran was still cleaning the first one. The reason for the inefficiency may be that he is not tall enough. Standing on the table, he had to stand on tiptoe and stretch his arms. The body wobbles, and then starts all over again.
Without further ado, Chu Mian went to the table after washing the rag, and wiped the last ceiling fan in the back row.
He was dealing with the dust, when he suddenly felt someone knock on the table under his feet twice, he looked down, and Yu Ran looked up at him from below.
"Come down, I'm in charge of the electric fan here." Yu Ran said in a firm tone.
Chu Mian was unmoved, and said condescendingly, "I can wipe it too."
"The squad leader assigned you to wipe the front two and I wipe the back two, now you each wipe three, is that okay?" Yu Ran stiffened his neck, reluctantly, "Don't do the work for me, I don't want to owe you. "
Chu Mian heard that his words were a bit familiar, and after thinking for a few seconds, it seemed that she had said it the day before yesterday, so she suddenly realized that Yu Ran was deliberately finding trouble.
Unexpectedly, two days had passed since that trivial matter, and he was still angry with herself. Chu Mian didn't know whether to say that he was fussy or unreasonable, so she said in a low voice, "It takes me two to wipe one, why don't you think about it?" Think about your own reasons?"
"That doesn't require you to do it for me." Yu Ran refused to give an inch, "Since your row is finished cleaning, you can go to the side to rest and don't come here to hinder me."
The commanding tone of the other party made Chu Mian take a deep breath impatiently, and said, "Didn't you see the people who mopped the floor waiting for a long time at the door? Wipe the electric fan and move the table away before they can come over. Who is in the way, Yu Ran? "
The two were at a stalemate at one high and the other low, and the moment their eyes met in the air, they felt hostility towards each other. Chu Mian didn't want to waste time with him, so she glanced at Yu Ran contemptuously, and wanted to turn her head and continue wiping the fan blades.
Yu Ran's eyes had moved to the top of Chu Mian's head, and suddenly his face changed, and he said loudly, "Don't raise your hand!"
Chu Mian subconsciously stopped her movements, and when she lowered her head again, she saw Yu Ran striding towards the back door of the classroom, grabbed the girl with short hair who was cleaning the wall, and at the same time quickly turned the switch of the electric fan.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew past her ears, Chu Mian raised her head and found that the fan blades above were turning slowly, and then stopped.
"What are you doing? It's dangerous and you don't know?" Yu Ran didn't restrain his voice, and the questioning voice attracted the attention of the surrounding students.
The short-haired girl didn't dare to look up at him, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry! I didn't know that switch was so loose... I just wanted to tear off the tape on it... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Chu Mian jumped off the table nimbly, landed safely, walked over and lightly touched Yu Ran with her elbow, and whispered, "I'm fine."
Then he looked at the girl with a gentle attitude: "It's okay, you can continue."
Yu Ran sighed and told her: "Be careful in the future."
The girl's back stiffened, thinking that Yu Ran was threatening her, and she nodded hastily in fright.
Anyway, they had already got off the table, and Chu Mian didn't bother to turn back, lest Yu Ran target herself again. He threw the rag into the basin, went out to the bathroom to wash his hands, and went downstairs to buy an eraser.
In the canteen, Chu Mian saw several boys in the same class, one of whom usually hangs out with Yu Ranshu, he has an impression.
"Hey, what a coincidence." Fang Zhao greeted him when he saw him, "Chu Mian, did you oversleep and didn't eat at noon, are you okay now?"
"It's pretty good." Chu Mian smiled at him lightly, and casually took a bottle of pure milk from the shelf.
"Why don't we wake you up at noon in the future, it's easier to get sleepy when you're hungry." Fang Zhao made up his mind, and didn't give Chu Mian a chance to refuse. After a pause, he casually said, "Yu Ran still misses you when he eats. , originally wanted to bring a copy back for you, but I’m afraid it might not suit your taste.”
Several bottles of milk on the shelf jingled and fell down, Chu Mian cleared her throat, and quickly straightened them up. He didn't look back, and asked Fang Zhao nonchalantly, "Is Yu Ran very generous?"
Fang Zhao said without hesitation, "Of course, he will give me all the snacks he eats."
"Only for you?"
"Because you know me better now...what's the matter?" Fang Zhao thought about why Chu Mian asked, "Oh, you want to eat too, so next time I'll remind him to give it to you first."
"...No." Chu Mian pursed her lips, and after some hesitation, she asked Fang Zhao, "He gave me a lot of candies before, what do you think I should buy him?"
"What's wrong with this? It's not a gift." Fang Zhao said in a reasonable tone, "Yu Ran shouldn't be picky. I don't think he eats the same thing every day. He even made a snack plan for next week."
Chu Mian nodded, and then chose a bucket of planetary cups on the recommendation of the shop owner.
"Can you give it to him for me?" Chu Mian asked.
Fang Zhao was puzzled, "What will happen if you give it to him yourself?"
It's true that nothing will happen, but Chu Mian just doesn't want to be the one who takes the initiative to reconcile.
After all, he didn't do anything wrong. Of course, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Yu Ran, but the two had different principles, and friction was inevitable. So it's better to turn over this awkward page, and change the two to live in peace in the future. He didn't want to waste his precious study time in order to deal with interpersonal relationships.
Although Fang Zhao didn't understand the reason why Chu Mian was beating around the bush, he still agreed, and went back with the bucket of planetary cup, and put it on Yu Ran's table while Yu Ran was away.
The classroom tables and chairs returned to their original positions after the cleaning. When Yu Ran saw the bucket of chocolate biscuits, he thought that someone had forgotten it here, so he held it up and asked who the owner was. Fang Zhao pulled Yu Ran aside, and quietly told him that Chu Mian gave it to him.
Yu Ran looked at Chu Mian's position and found that she was sleeping on the table.
"I was still awake just now." Fang Zhao once again lamented Chu Mian's speed of falling asleep.
Yu Ran didn't say anything, returned to his seat and put the planetary cup on the ground, then tilted most of his body, and gave Chu Mian a soft "hey".
Chu Mian didn't move, her face was buried in the crook of her arms, she seemed to be in a deep sleep.
Yu Ran lifted the lid of the Planetary Cup, took out a few and put them on the corner of Chu Mian's table.
The leader came to check the results of the general cleaning, and then the students continued to class. Chu Mian was still lying on the table, with half of her face sticking out her arms, she quietly opened her eyes and looked at Yu Ran's back.
Usually in class, Yu Ran can't sit still. Sometimes he leans his neck up and shakes the book on the board, and sometimes he twists half of his body out of the seat to ask others to borrow a correction tape, often blocking Chu Mian's sight. Only when facing the vigorous Chinese teacher, can he sit down obediently and quietly.
"It was too time-consuming to wait for you to check the sanitation just now. I won't write silently today. I will check and ask questions." Chinese teacher Wang stood on the podium, looking at the faces of the whole class, "Yu Ran, get up, let me ask you first. .”
Yu Ran sighed and stood up with a bitter face.
"What is the usage of '边' in '越国便远'?"
Yu Ran faltered: "Contempt, contempt."
"What?" Teacher Wang raised his voice, his voice was so severe that Yu Ran was too frightened to speak.
The students in the next group tried to remind Yu Ran, but due to the lack of distance, the content could not be conveyed clearly. Chu Mian felt that he took too long to answer the question and delayed the class time, so she opened her mouth to remind her: "Famous moves."
Chu Mian thought her volume was just right, but Yu Ran didn’t respond, but Teacher Wang noticed him with keen hearing: “Chu Mian, you like to remind him so much, so get up and answer for him, what’s the use of ‘contemptible’?”
Chu Mian got up and said without thinking, "What is it that is despicable for fame and action?"
"'Far'?"
"The shape is the name, the land far away."
Teacher Wang asked him seven or eight annotations of the book one after another, and Chu Mian answered them fluently, word for word from the textbook.
"Yu Ran, and the students who didn't ask any questions today, you have to stand up like Chu Mian as proficiently in the future, answering questions without hesitation, forming the speed of conditioned reflex, remember?"
Everyone nodded, and Teacher Wang let the two of them sit down and start the lecture.
Chu Mian lowered her head to take notes seriously, and suddenly heard a slight "tap" movement in front of her, and raised her eyes to see a few more planetary cups on the corner of her desk.
He looked up and noticed that Yu Ran's hand that was hanging in the air and hadn't had time to take it back... was gesturing to himself a "V" representing victory.