2006: School beauty loves me again

Chapter 179

The level of decibels is the main way to distinguish good students from bad students in daily study and life.

In the past, bad students were chattering, and good students were silently doing questions.

In the two months before the college entrance examination, the situation was reversed. Good students frequently raised their hands to speak and ask questions, while bad students kept silent, wondering what the insoluble contradiction between X and Y was.

Entering May, the temperature rises sharply, bad students raise their heads again, because the physical examination is coming.

Lu Xiaofeng, the sports committee member who had been silent for a long time, stood up again.

"I won't see you in seven days. If it's a week later, students, I, Lu, are back again. There are still a few days before the physical examination. Next, I will take everyone to do exercises before self-study in the morning and evening!"

The sports committee, Barabara, said a lot, but few listeners.

Fang Yuan felt that Lu Xiaofeng's high profile should be a kind of vent, a long-simmering vent, very good, that's right.

As a scrap of class body, isn't it also a little pride in the eyes of my mother?

"Damn it, monitor, you don't know. I've been so depressed these past few months. The atmosphere in the class is so depressing. I can't even walk in the aisle normally. Math and English are tormenting me...Look, My hairline, my grandma's legs, will lose a few hairs when the wind blows, I always feel like a dandelion..."

When running in the evening, Lu Xiaofeng spilled all the emotions he had pent up for half a year on the playground, running wildly, followed by all the scumbags desperately.

On 5.20, Fang Yuan came home an hour late, and had an hour-long conversation on the phone with Li Li on the road.

Chen Wan's phone line was busy as soon as she made a call, and Fang Yuan's explanation after returning home was... "It's a work meeting, I'm nervous about studying recently, Ke Shao dare not disturb me during the day, so I can only report by phone at night."

The next day, 5.21, in the middle of the night, in the tent.

Fang Yuan looked at Chen Wan who was shivering beside her, and asked, "Are you cold?"

"Well, kind of."

"Ok."

Shirtless, Fang Yuan got up from the blanket, opened the tent, and reached out to feel outside... He found the remote control and turned up the air conditioner in the living room.

This tent is a 521 gift from Chen Wan to Fang Yuan. She hopes to take Fang Yuan to camp after her college entrance examination.

How could Fangyuan not agree?
He even thought it would be too cool to set up the tent on the tea mountain. Li Li was making tea, while Chen Wan... Bah, shameless.

……

June 6st, Children's Day.

"Don't move, we don't have to go to the exercises between classes. I will issue you a "pass to cross the bridge"!"

After the second class in the morning, Lao Wu, the head teacher, went to the class to issue admission tickets to everyone.

After one sentence was finished, the whole class fell silent, as if the pause button had been pressed.

In the third year of high school, I have talked about the college entrance examination countless times, and it is really in front of me.

The teacher called someone to come to the podium to get the test admission ticket, and at the same time reported the test room and seat number.

Everyone listened to the teacher's name with pricked ears.

"Zhang Yao! Exam location, No. 6 Middle School, No. 8 Exam Room, No. [-]."

"Lv Xiaofeng! Eighth Middle School, No. 12 Exam Room, No. 1."

"Liu Huanshu! Third Middle School, Exam Room 1, No. 5."

……

Hearing that he was number 1, Lu Xiaofeng's face fell instantly.

Maybe he doesn't have any other ideas, and he doesn't plan to cheat, but he still doesn't want to sit in the first row, the pressure is great!

"Liu Su! No. 6 Middle School, Exam Room 6, No. [-]."

Fang Yuan whispered, "Very 6."

The little girl got up and stepped forward.

"Fangyuan! No. 16 Middle School, Exam Room 9, No. [-]."

Familiar numbers, the wind blowing butterfly wings did not blow here.

The list of assigned examination rooms has been read.

Lao Wu pushed his glasses and continued on the podium: "Tomorrow is the last day of class. If you have any questions, please ask the teachers of each subject. Everyone volunteers for tomorrow's evening self-study. Personal items must be taken away tomorrow. Because our school is also The test site, the tables and chairs need to be rearranged the day after tomorrow, and the school will dispose of the items that are still there as unnecessary waste. Do you have any questions?"

No one spoke.

After a while, the silent old Wu spoke again: "Students, thank you for your support for my work over the past year. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and the scenery ahead is even better."

After finishing speaking, the little old man who was almost 50 years old slightly bowed his waist.

The words are short, but every word touches the hearts of the people.

Fangyuan heard from Chen Wan that Wu Yaohua had been in the profession for nearly 20 years, and he had been appraised as an excellent teacher at the municipal level three times, but he never led a class.

This has something to do with his free and easy personality.

It is said to be a year, but in fact it is only two semesters. He does not fight or grab. The only time he gave instructions to his classmates was to appraise the outstanding class collective, and let everyone go out to give apples at Christmas...

In everyone's mind, Lao Wu is a respectable teacher.

The girl with shallow eye sockets began to sob and choke.

Fang Yuan sighed silently, not counting today, there is only one day left in his serious student career.

He propped himself up on the desk and stood up. He didn't say anything hypocritically like "stand up in class" or "thank you teacher". He just silently saluted Old Wu who hadn't got up for a long time.

Brush brush.

The tables and chairs are ground.

All the students in the third class stood up and bent their backs together.

……

In the last two days, the students in the third year of high school are free. As long as it is not fighting or kissing, the teacher will not care.

The day before parting was not cloudy and rainy, but a clear sky, but the sentimental atmosphere did not decrease in the slightest.

Most of the girls are chattering in groups of twos and threes in the classroom.

Fang Yuan couldn't sit still anymore, thinking of being reborn, he didn't seem to have looked at Fifth Middle School carefully, so he left his seat.

Walk around the campus, sit on the basketball court and the parallel bars, stroll around the boiler room in the backyard, and the new crop of weeds has grown taller.

If youth is an apple tree, then junior high school is a green fruit that has just fallen, which is astringent; high school is a half-red and half-green sweet and crisp finished product, just in time; freshman, freshman, and sophomore are ripe red fruit, which will rot if you don’t eat it ;Big three and four...It is a tomato that will produce water when you pinch it, and it has nothing to do with the fruit.

Liu Su sat by the window of the classroom, staring blankly at Fangyuan sitting alone under the shade of a tree.

She was too embarrassed to go down to find him, even though she wanted it very much, very much, very much.

Liu Su was very sad.

Since the "lipstick incident", in the past seven or eight months, she has saved all the spare time she has after school, and used it to think about that "bad guy".

I don't know why, and I forgot when it started, Liu Su seems to have discovered the strange attraction of bad guys.

Especially when sitting next to him, Liu Su could faintly feel the "naughty calmness" and "mature childishness" conveyed from Fang Yuan. These two states are obviously extremely contradictory, but they are in harmony with him. combined.

This kind of "good hooligan" and "bad and good guy" temperament has a super lethal effect on 18 and 9-year-old girls.

This is the first time in Liu Su's life that he has the desire to actively approach the opposite sex. She has been at a loss for a long time.

Until...until a certain unknown late night, the barrier in her heart rushed over inexplicably, and she opened her eyes and knew that she fell in love with that bad guy.

Approaching, talking, passing notes, making up lessons together, going to your own home for dinner, giving gifts...

After looking forward to it for a year, she always felt that after the college entrance examination and university in Japan, she was so close in front of her eyes, but she felt that there was a long, long distance between herself and the bad guys.

Back in the classroom, Fang Yuan noticed that Liu Su's eyes were red. He didn't know whether he had cried or was about to cry.

Subconsciously felt that the parting atmosphere made the little girl feel a little bit emotional, so she didn't tease her.

Looking back, she happened to meet Qin Wanyu's eyes. Qin Xiaohua squinted her eyes and smiled at him, and continued to do the question.

In the first class in the afternoon, the note book that had disappeared for a long time reappeared.

Liu Su wrote a few words on the paper: Do you think I'm pretty?

Fang Yuan drew a big question mark and wrote: You shouldn't doubt my aesthetics.

Liu Su: What do you think I look good on?
Fang Yuan: Except for the face and arms, I didn’t see anything else.

Liu Su blushed, and looked down at the two bulging balls of his shirt: Don't leave after school.

Fangyuan: You want to have a fight with me?
Liu Su covered her mouth and smiled secretly: Well, hit you.

Then I also felt that my tone was a little blunt, so I added two words: okay?
Fang Yuan: Okay, I can't fight back when I beat you, but I have to fight back when you scold me.

The last evening self-study, the eve before leaving school.

The first and second grades were all gone, and the senior three students turned into aspiring young people who let their ideals fly. Classrooms and corridors were full of students who skipped classes.

Everyone seems to no longer care about other people's opinions and opinions. The boys gather together to smoke at the corner of the corridor, imagining the bright future...

Shouts could be heard at the gates of every class: "XXX, come out, I want to confess to you!"

Of course, there are also some students, such as Qin Wanyu, who still read the book and worked on the problems very seriously, but they couldn't solve a problem for a long time.

Like Doraemon, Liu Huanshu took out his guitar out of nowhere and sang the very tacky "Goodbye".

The third class quickly quieted down, and the voices in the corridor became quieter, and many people gathered.

{Tomorrow I will leave, the familiar place and you will be separated, my tears will fall, I will firmly remember your face, and I will cherish the thoughts you gave...}
Well, this time the atmosphere came, those who could sing but those who could not, all began to sing, the tone became higher and higher, and gradually turned into shouting.

Then, Liu Huanshu became a full-time guitarist, accepting song requests from classmates one by one.

"Bon voyage"

"friend"

"Friends Don't Cry"

"bless"

When the person ordering the song couldn't sing, everyone would help to top it together.

The whole teaching is full of singing.

This kind of atmosphere cannot be said to be burning, it should be empathy.

Liu Su also sympathized, she asked Fang Yuan: "Can you sing me a song? Just this time, okay?"

She was a little nervous, she was afraid that Fang Yuan would refuse, but he sang it to Chen Wan.

Fang Yuan tilted his head and winked at her: "Okay."

The ebullition in the whole school also brought out some emotions in Fangyuan.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Liu Xiaosu never asked him anything.

He stood up and waved to Liu Huanshu: "Give me the guitar, I'll sing one."

Everyone knew Fang Yuan's singing skills, so the guitar was handed over immediately.

Fang Yuan sat on his desk, tried a few sounds, and spoke without thinking.

"Loving you is like owning a piece of sky

any trouble
you are in it

naturally relaxed

all the way to the end of summer

It doesn't matter to get too excited

we have a smile, we have a heartbeat
no longer indifferent

for you unconditionally

Regardless of the safety of tomorrow

become strong for you

believe in your eyes
dare not think, dare not ask
有 一 天 的 可能

for you unconditionally

abandon a solo journey

Be strong for you and not afraid of sacrifice

my soul is so boiling
为 我 爱 的 人

Do you like complexity or get used to simplicity?
I will do my best
how much are you in my heart

an indescribable responsibility”

After singing this, Fang Yuan turned his head and smiled at Liu Su and squeezed his eyes.

Fangyuan's song started with a lower key than Liang Jingru's, which highlighted the emotion more.

He was a little fuzzy, the classroom in front of him disappeared, and the first two years of high school that had been forgotten in his memory suddenly became clear.

Chu Chuke remembered all the youthfulness and aloofness when he first met Liu Xiaosu.

Scenes day by day, year after year are like a revolving lantern, and the surrounding scenery is constantly rotating and changing.

Liu Xiaosu, who was as cold as ice, gradually became warm, and spent three years together day and night... Oh, little girl.

"All the way to the end of summer

It doesn't matter to get too excited

we have a smile, we have a heartbeat
no longer indifferent

Unconditionally disregarding the safety of tomorrow for you
Be strong for you and believe in your eyes

dare not think, dare not ask
有 一 天 的 可能

Unconditionally give up a separate journey for you
Be strong for you and not afraid of sacrifice

My soul is so boiling"

Liu Su was listening with a smile at first, but when he listened, his eyes became red.

A few active students in the class spontaneously clapped their hands to match Fang Yuan's time. Liu Su raised his head vigorously and also played the time.

Qin Wanyu kept looking sideways at him, smiling all the time.

Fang Yuan stepped on the chair with one foot, her body and the guitar moved together, singing to a climax, Fang Yuan felt as if a breath of foul breath was shouted out of her body, and her whole body and mind became more transparent.

Returning the guitar to Liu Huanshu, Fang Yuan sat down again and said to Liu Su, "How is it?"

Liu Su didn't hesitate to praise, and said sweetly, "It's better than Liang Jingru."

Then he bowed his head and stopped talking.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the last evening self-study was over, Fang Yuan put some of the books on the desk into his schoolbag, and planned to take the rest tomorrow.

Liu Su got up and went to the back to whisper something to Qin Wanyu.

Then Fangyuan heard Qin Wanyu's voice saying: "Hee hee, okay, then I'll go first, come on Susu."

come on? ? ?Are you really sisters? ? ?

Liu Su came back and tugged at his sleeve: "Come with me."

"it is good."

With Fangyuan's schoolbag on her shoulders, she is not afraid.

(End of this chapter)