Back To My Youth

Guo Jingyu was educated for a while, but he didn't react for a while. He watched the much younger teacher trying to identify him for a while, and tentatively asked: "Mr. Shi?"

The male teacher was amused, "Why, you haven't seen me for two classes, you don't even recognize me?"

Guo Jingyu quickly responded with a few words, promising to study hard, and then Teacher Shi nodded and let him go.

This is the deputy head teacher of the class, Teacher Shi, who teaches chemistry, and the main head teacher is Teacher Song, who is in the geography class. Everyone usually calls the old class, mainly focusing on grades; Teacher Shi is only in his early twenties when he is young, and everyone calls the small class. , mainly focus on discipline and organize students to participate in various activities. Guo Jingyu did not recognize it. After all, Teacher Shi was much younger than he remembered. He was still a young man who had just graduated from school for two years. He was full of high-spirited spirit. When he saw any student, he was like a lost lamb. , looking forward to everyone making progress.

In Teacher Shi's eyes, Guo Jingyu is the leader of the lost lambs right now.

After educating this one, a bunch of disobedient little black sheep all bowed their heads obediently.

Guo Jingyu rubbed the tip of his nose. He had been a successful person in society for many years, but suddenly he couldn't accept the fact that he was a scumbag.

He remembers that when he was divided into classes in the second semester of high school, he chose fine arts. At that time, his family wanted him to get into a better university and find a job when he came back. After all, he also had a little talent in painting. But I didn't expect that his talent in art was quite high. After half a year of surprise training, he was directly admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. Later, he went abroad as a jiāo exchange student.

Guo Jingyu leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket and squinted at the people coming and going in the corridor, feeling emotional.

His photo was later hung on the school's publicity column. He was regarded as an outstanding alumnus in the past, and the principal invited him to come back to speak.

As a courtesy exchange, he and several other alumni donated a library building, which is on the side of the East Teaching Building, but that piece of land is bare there, and a playground covered with coal ash can be vaguely seen in one corner. The lime-white line is quite clear, and there are twos and threes of students passing by.

Li Tongzhou quickly came out of the teacher's office, holding a stack of papers in addition to his homework.

When Guo Jingyu saw it, he immediately went up to help him get some, and spoke to him in a low voice.

Li Tongzhou was in a good mood, and Guo Jingyu also laughed: "Is this test good?"

Li Tongzhou nodded.

Guo Jingyu boasted: "You do well in the test every time, go home together in the evening, I'll buy you a skewer, please?"

Li Tongzhou hesitated and nodded, then asked him, "Aren't you going to play football with He Xiangyang?"

"Don't go, it's boring to play football. How about eating the Li Da BBQ at the school gate? Their crispy bones and spicy wings are delicious."

"Okay." Li Tongzhou agreed quickly this time, with a lightness in his voice that he didn't even notice.

In the next Chinese class, Guo Jingyu was forced to recognize the fact that he was a scumbag again.

Guo Jingyu scratched his cheeks, and while he was punished to stand, he looked at the red "72" score on the test paper, which was not pleasing to the eye. Why was his high school grades so poor? He doesn't remember it at all. It's been too many years. His memory of high school is blurry. He only went to a studio for training in high school in the third year, and the admission notices from famous schools when he returned after the final exam. You're welcome to say that he was quite famous at that time, and his parents were probably afraid that he would not be able to pass the test. With the mentality of taking a few more schools, he could make it all in time, so he took all the tests.

He himself is also very good. It is not bad that others can get admission from five or six schools. He took professional admission notices from more than 20 schools in one go.

In that half year, the school was famous, and even the principal came to see it in person. After all, he also took the certificate of Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. As long as the culture class can be improved, the school will actually increase the admission rate of famous schools.

In those years, he was only a few points away from Tsinghua University.

Finally, waving his sleeves, he went to the best art academy in the country with a trace of regret.

The Chinese teacher rubbed the blackboard on the desk and glared angrily: "Guo Jingyu! Not only do you have no regrets after getting such a score, but you also put on an expression that doesn't look like you got the test yourself, do you want to? Are you mad at the teacher before you quit?"

Guo Jingyu: "..."

He really didn't want to admit that he took the test by himself. Obviously, he almost went to Tsinghua University with his hard work in the past half year, but the teacher asked him so, and he quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake. Their school is quite ordinary, and the quality of teaching in this city is still in the past, but it is not enough to compare it with other places. Every year, a group of college students is produced by the teachers who are conscientious and strict.

His mental age is here, so naturally he will no longer contradict the teacher and be a problem student like he did when he was a teenager.

After being severely beaten by the society, he actually understands the well-intentioned school leaders and teachers.

Looking up again, I saw Li Tongzhou sitting in front of him, pushing the workbook.

There is a smiling face on the workbook.

Especially naive children's sketches, the eyes are two vertical lines, the mouth is an arc, and the head is especially well drawn, especially round, as if it was planned out of a circle.

Like Li Tongzhou, he is clumsy and serious, trying hard to make him happy.

Guo Jingyu let out a sigh of joy, and before the corners of his lips fell, he heard the language teacher call his name again. This time the teacher almost cried, feeling that the head of Guo Jingyu's problem student deliberately went against her, and let the teacher with tears in his eyes. He went out and took a penalty stand.