Sweet Green Plum Cultivation Program

Chapter 26 Choice ([-])

This super flu lasted for more than half a month, and "survivors" were as rare as winning the lottery. People fell ill one after another, and then came back in waves, and the cycle went on and on, and it was finally over.

The final exam is getting closer and closer. In order to give everyone a sense of urgency, Song Yao also wrote the countdown to the final exam on the corner of the blackboard.

Ever since Song Yao announced the division of subjects at the class meeting, the atmosphere in the class has become tense, because re-dividing subjects means re-dividing key classes and ordinary classes according to the final grades, which means that some people will be eliminated. Move out of key classes.

If you were in the normal class from the beginning, no one would be surprised if you were assigned to the normal class.But if it is removed from the key class...

At that time, there will be a bunch of people researching why this person was removed, and it feels suffocating to think about it.

But Zhou Luo is not worried.

In the eyes of most people, the teachers in key classes are first-class, especially in science, and almost all the students who come to this class plan to choose science.In the final selection of the text, they felt that there was only one possibility - poor science and insufficient IQ.

At present, only An Mu and Zhou Luo wanted to choose essays in the class.

In the physics and chemistry class, everyone kept their backs straight and their eyes widened one by one, for fear of missing a point of knowledge.Only the two of them lowered their heads and reviewed history and land politics.

This is also the inspiration given by the physics teacher.

In the physics class that day, he was talking about the class, and he somehow got involved in the division of subjects.

"I was very good at history back then. I felt that history class was like telling stories, and I could easily get full marks. When I was sub-subject, the history teacher even talked to me and wanted me to learn literature. I only said one sentence Let her give up persuasion."

The physics teacher paused deliberately, and a boy asked curiously, "Teacher, what did you say?"

I saw the physics teacher put a trick on her and said with a slight smile, "I said: 'Teacher, I'm a man!'"

The classmates in the class burst out laughing.

He waited for everyone to finish laughing, and continued: "Those who want to be assigned to the key science class must listen carefully. Physics is the most important subject for this exam. For those who want to choose essays, you don't need to listen to my class. Watch it." Your political history, anyway, it has nothing to do with you in the future. Finally, I advise you to choose your essays carefully, and don’t make fun of your own future.”

I don't know if he said that every year, at least Zhou Luo thinks it is.

In fact, it’s no wonder that science teachers look down on liberal arts students, even some liberal arts teachers themselves, such as the history teacher who came to substitute for class five one day.

He said: "You are students in the key class, and the science teachers are the best. If you can't learn science like this, then you really have to find your own reasons. Don't always think that you can escape by studying liberal arts. I am People who have been here, the liberal arts are only learned by students who can't learn the sciences!"

Selected text seems to have become a sensitive word, an option that everyone can't avoid, and anyone can step on it.

Zhou Luo also wanted to refute, what kind of rebuttal could he use?She doesn't have that capital, she really can't learn physics, chemistry and biology.

However, Zhou Luo has never understood how the relationship between the inability to learn physics and chemistry and the love of politics and history are related.

In their eyes, there is no difference between not being able to learn and not liking. They are all "arrogant words" used by liberal arts students in order to justify themselves.

The only serious liberal arts teacher in Class [-] is Cheng Yujun, a political teacher. Zhou Luo likes her very much. She feels that there are countless truths hidden in this teacher's humor.

"Look at those officials, how many of them are not liberal arts students? After all, liberal arts students will be managers!" After speaking, she couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I'm not joking. In fact, there is no right or wrong way to study literature. I know that many people in our class want to study theory. I really feel sorry for you. When I was in the second year of high school, the students who studied literature would Start studying philosophy, this is really a subject full of wisdom, you only need to memorize the knowledge points before the exam, and you can't study this book carefully, oh, what a pity!"

"Gold shines everywhere. Students who want to choose literature should not doubt their choice just because others think about liberal arts. Others are others, and you are you. No matter what choice you make, you must follow your heart. Come on, the students in our class Xuanwen should still be taught by me in the future, and I look forward to meeting familiar faces in the new class!"

"This semester is coming to an end soon. I really think that the quality of the students in our key class is really high. Thank you very much for your cooperation with my course this semester. Thank you!" She bowed very solemnly, The smooth hair fell to her chest with her movements.

In this key class, Cheng Yujun is the only liberal arts teacher who has never changed from beginning to end. She always smiles, and she is clearly over forty, but her eyes are still as clear as spring water.When she was giving lectures, Zhou Luo always felt that her eyes were shining brightly.Probably because I love this job very much.

Zhou Luo's study of literature was something she had long thought of, but it didn't mean that she would not flinch in the face of the world's naked malice towards liberal arts.

Many years later, she still remembers Cheng Yujun's shining appearance on the podium, that is the appearance of success persisting and loving on the road she chose.She is very grateful to her political teacher for giving her the courage to face the world.

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When Zhou Luo entered school, it was Zhou Moshan who opened the back door to enter the key class. She held her breath in her heart and secretly vowed to enter the key class of liberal arts with her own efforts.

So she started her study life where every second counts.

The time at noon is tight, and I can only choose one for eating and other things.When Zhou Luo finished writing the big question at hand, the cafeteria was closed, so he had to bring a bucket of instant noodles from the supermarket back to the dormitory to eat.

The corridors of the dormitory were wet with water, and there were several people squatting at the door of each dormitory washing their hair or washing clothes. On the way back to the dormitory, she almost fell down.

Holding the instant noodles, she quickly walked through the corridor, finally reached the door of the dormitory, and opened the door carefully.

"Ahhh, give me a bite of Luoluo, I'm going to starve to death!" Meng Xiangting wailed while wiping her dripping hair.

Zhou Luo handed over the noodles and asked, "You haven't eaten yet?"

Meng Xiangting picked up the instant noodles, and said vaguely: "The time is so tight at noon, if I go to eat, I will definitely not be able to wash my hair."

When she finally swallowed the food in her mouth, she added: "I thought about it, it's hard for me to wash my hair for a long time without eating, but I only need to be hungry for a noon without washing my hair, so I decisively chose to wash my hair."

"Well, you are very wise."

"I think so too, hahahahahaha"

Meng Xiangting returned the noodles to her, and Zhou Luo began to eat the noodles in big mouthfuls. He checked the time, and it was about to take a lunch break.

The loud voice of the hostess can be heard even two floors away, "Go to bed, go to bed quickly, let me catch those who are still underground, and I will report to your head teacher!"

Someone in the corridor muttered softly: "There are still 5 minutes left, this old hag is like this every time!"

"Shut up! It's lunch break, open the dormitory door for me, don't even think about doing anything else on the bed!"

I don't know which dormitories vented their grievances on the poor wooden door, and the sound of "clang" slamming doors kept coming and going in the corridor.

Zhou Luo seized the time to finish the last sip of soup, climbed onto the bed with lightning speed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

After about ten minutes, a harsh scolding came from the corridor, pulling Zhou Luo back from his dream.

(End of this chapter)