Mushiji [Pleasure]

High school time is a metaphysics, both slow and fast. A minute before get out of class is always difficult, but a quarter of an hour before handing in papers can quickly disappear.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.

One year, two years, three years, often just like that.

In the second year of high school, Shen Ting went to Shi Zheng and happened to be divided with Wen Xue. Wen Qianshu and Jiang Mingyue, according to the original book, still stayed in the seventh class, still Gu Fangfei's "spicy devil", but they were no longer at the same table.

Wen Qianshu's new tablemate is Zhang Zisheng, who has a steady stream of snacks, and he doesn't have to stop his mouth after class, which is comparable to a perpetual motion machine. Jiang Mingyue's new deskmate was a little girl with freckles who was transferred from another school. She likes to laugh, and her smile is sweet.

The class leader Yu Sheng, who was afraid of heights, was also there, and even Tang Ying, who Luo Qing had said earlier, was also assigned to their class. He was a handsome boy who could be an oil painting sitting by the window, and the window frame was naturally a picture frame.

This time, there were more good-looking people in Class Seven, Wen Qianshu was too happy to be in it, and he did a lot of homework.

Teacher Gu said that they are entering the second year of high school, and let them think about what plans they have.

Zhang Zisheng admits that he has no ambitions, and only hopes that he will be less scolded and punished for copying.

Turning around at the front table, he leaned on the table and said, "Impossible."

Wen Qianshu: "I'm different, I hope I can come first in the Chinese test."

Zhang Zisheng: "..."

Front desk: "..."

Front desk: "I think it is more reliable for the head teacher to be gentler."

Wen Qianshu: "Huh?"

Then all four of them laughed.

2333 sometimes wonders whether these people are attending ordinary high schools or some drama schools.

Wen Qianshu lived a life of doing homework in a daze, eating and chatting after class. After school, she went to the liberal arts class to meet Shen Ting. She often saw Wen Xue walking together, and occasionally discussed the earth-shattering events that the class had made. I've been mad at each other with the head teacher eight hundred times.

Class 27 of Senior High is worthy of one more level than Class 17 of Senior 17. The skin has gone up to a new level. The development of "specialties" is all kinds of strange, and the reasons for the review are messy.

Some were caught cutting watermelon in the classroom in summer, and others who smoked the teacher by eating durian in winter. The former was fined 500 times for copying "I shouldn't eat watermelon in the classroom", and the latter was also fined 500 times, but the parties are said to be very regretful, because "durian" is not one or two more than "watermelon". .

"That's right." Wen Qianshu said to Shen Ting, "Jiang Mingyue became the math class representative."

Shen Ting: "Huh?"

Wen Qianshu: "What?"

Shen Ting: "Is there any problem?"

"Hmm—" Wen Qianshu, "It doesn't seem to be a problem."

Although Jiang Mingyue doesn't like the head teacher, although she doesn't seem to be willing to be a class cadre, although in the original book, she did not hold any position for three years.

But these can't be said to Shen Ting.

So Wen Qianshu: "2333, 2333..."

2333 was too lazy to talk to her: "Don't ask, I just don't know."

"Speaking of which—" Shen Ting was curious, "Is it such a coincidence? Are you and Jiang Mingyue still at the same table?"

Wen Qianshu: "No, Zhang Zisheng is my current tablemate, and it's been almost a year."

Shen Ting smiled: "Yes, Zhang Zisheng also mentioned it to me, but I forgot."

Wen Qianshu teased her: "Tsk tsk tsk, I'm going to sue Zhang Zisheng tomorrow, saying that Shen Ting doesn't even remember her."

Shen Ting: "?"

Shen Ting was anxious: "What, it's all your fault for always talking about Jiang Mingyue, I thought you were still at the same table."

As soon as Wen Qianshu stopped, the car swayed and bounced abruptly: "What?"

Shen Ting: "Yes, Jiang Mingyue became the class representative, Jiang Mingyue answered a very difficult question, Jiang Mingyue brought some delicious snacks, and when you saw it, he even gave you a big bag - you take it every day. Talking about Jiang Mingyue is much more frequent than Zhang Zisheng."

Wen Qianshu subconsciously retorted: "Why is it so exaggerated, I don't say it every day."

Shen Ting: "Yes, but I say it almost every day, but she is really good-"

Wen Qianshu froze, her heart beating faster and faster for no reason.

She squeezed on the handlebars, almost unscrewing the remaining rubber.

Fortunately, I couldn't see anything clearly in the night, neither Shen Ting nor 2333 paid attention.

"Ah, Qianqian looked up." When Shen Ting passed the dormitory area, she asked Wen Qianshu to read the article on the school's blackboard newspaper, "I wrote it. Some time ago, Mr. Mei helped me submit an article to the magazine, and it was published in the magazine. Woolen cloth."

Teacher Mei, the teacher of the book club, is now the head teacher of Shen Ting.

Wen Qianshu: "Yes!"

Shen Ting pursed her lips and smiled: "I'm so proud, and I don't dare to be too obvious, for fear that Teacher Mei will tell me."

After that, Shen Ting became nervous again: "Well, but I really can't be complacent. I'm still far from Wen Xue, I have to work harder - oh, I really envy Wen Xue, she feels like she's read a lot of books, what? I understand-"

Wen Qianshu smiled: "What are you talking to yourself?"

Shen Ting stopped, smiled, and said, "I'm so happy, Qianqian."

"I'm so happy, it's like a dream."

After the evening self-study, the voices on the campus gradually disappeared. The wind gently passed by, and the light at night was gentle, illuminating this beautiful girl with a beautiful face and a bright smile.

I don't know if the light was too soft or the wind was too soft, Shen Ting pushed the car and suddenly said, "Qianqian, you know, I've always been envious of you."

Wen Qianshu: "Huh?"

She smiled: "Envy what?"

"A lot—your aunt and uncle are so good at math—" Shen Ting also smiled, "You know, my parents have children each, so they don't care about me at all."

"Oh?" Wen Qianshu, "Then I'll exchange my math for your language?"

2333 was moved and shocked to hear the words.

What kind of first-level genius are you that destroys the atmosphere?

"Hahaha—" Shen Ting laughed, "Yeah, I'm always envious of others."

She just walked right under the street lamp, and the gentle light enveloped her. Wen Qianshu was half a step behind, still in the dark night.

Shen Ting: "But I still have grandma. Even if my parents leave me alone, grandma still wants me. And my article has been published, so I'm actually super powerful, right?"

Wen Qianshu smiled: "Yes, you are super powerful."

Shen Ting: "You are also super powerful."

She turned her head, her eyes flashing, maybe it was the light, shining: "We are all super good."

"Yes." Wen Qianshu also gradually entered the light, a little light reflected her smiling eyes, more or less soft, "We are all super powerful."

It's useless to be super powerful. Wen Qianshu didn't understand why Jiang Mingyue wanted to be a math class representative until the third year of high school.

2333: "Why are you so many? Are you one hundred thousand whys?"

"It shouldn't be." Wen Qianshu was talking to 2333 while writing the topic desperately. "I asked her, and she said she just wanted to be a math class representative—I always thought it wasn't that simple."

2333: "Alas, Wen Qianshu."

Wen Qianshu: "What?"

2333: "There are still three minutes, you won't have time to do it."

Wen Qianshu: "!"

"XX Small Question" is worthy of being a "city specialty", tearing one piece a day, "happy" to the immortals. The class teacher likes to come to one sheet at noon every day, and finish it during the lunch break. In the evening, self-study one question at a time allows those who do not get it right to stand up and reflect.

More than a dozen fill-in-the-blank questions in half an hour, two big questions, the questions are not difficult, the difficulty is that the speed and the accuracy rate are parallel, one less interval is equal to death, and the fear of the head teacher can make people write so that they don’t want to take a lunch break at all, only Hope to die on the spot.

"Thirty minutes is up." The head teacher stood on the podium with his hips on his shoulders, "Leaders of each group take a break."

"I'm not allowed to write! Can I continue to write if I can't finish the college entrance examination?"

"If you can write, you are not allowed to write. If you can't write within the specified time, what's the difference between you can't write?"

This kind of homework has always been unresolved, and the group leader himself does not remember it. His feet are pinned to the ground and his hands are pinned to the paper. Only his buttocks are raised higher and higher to make a symbol to show that he is collecting homework.

After the group leader finally got up, he had to tug at the table to pull out the paper. Passing a table, a table was struggling, either leaving a long pencil mark, or leaving a long scratch, the specific What kind of marks depend on the sharpness of the pen.

Wen Qianshu still didn't have time to finish the last question, and after handing it in, he fell on the table in despair. She finally wrote in a hurry, her face flushed red, the table was cold, and it was comfortable to hold. So Wen Qianshu touched one side of his face, turned it over, and touched the other side.

"What's going on, why hasn't the seventh group been collected yet!"

Group seven?

Isn't the seventh group their group?

Wen Qianshu looked up in confusion, and found that a girl in the front row lowered her head to write, but didn't let go.

The head teacher went straight off the podium and rushed away.

Wen Qianshu sighed, followed the head teacher, moved over the podium, and moved to Jiang Mingyue, who was standing on the side, but his eyes just met.

Jiang Mingyue was holding the homework paper she had collected, and several team leaders stood beside her, waving their hands and fleeing back to their positions. A clock hangs above the blackboard in the classroom, and the second hand moves down and down.

Jiang Mingyue stood there, standing in the sound of the second hand, standing behind the head teacher, standing between the students. There are several rows of tables and chairs between them, several rows of students, and quiet and somewhat noisy sounds.

Jiang Mingyue lowered her eyes and looked away.

Wen Qianshu pressed his face back to the desktop: "No way."

2333: "No what?"

Wen Qianshu closed his eyes, circled his arms, and rested his head on the crook of his arms: "It's nothing, it's time to take a nap."

2333: "..."

However, after that, Wen Qianshu never asked this question again.

No matter how sluggish 2333 was, she realized that she already knew the answer, so their identities were immediately reversed, and 2333 kept asking questions.

2333: "So why?"

"What why?" Wen Qianshu, "Are you one hundred thousand why?"

2333: "You know it!"

Wen Qianshu played dumb with it: "What do I know, of course I don't know."

2333 was really **** off.

Everything behind it is like pressing the accelerator, as if a hand is rapidly dialing the hour hand, and it stops. Every day is spent doing questions, writing questions, and lecturing.

The sun rises and sets, and sets and rises.

Papers are distributed one by one, English newspapers are done one by one, the new class has already been taught, and the review is passed round by round. The error correction book is neatly organized, but it is still the same mistake again.

Reciting Pinyin in Chinese until cramps, changing sick sentences to autism, choosing where to choose a strange multiple-choice question; grasping math knowledge points with both hands, but can’t grasp with both hands, can’t calculate what can be done, can’t do what can be calculated; Matryoshka, grammatical stacking grammar, clauses embedded in clauses, it is suspected to be a new language, but it has the same name as "English"; physical light and electricity are intertwined, force and magnetism are mixed, left and right methods are in a mess, and everyone dances in the exam room; chemistry is also Joy, today the chemical formula is not matched, tomorrow the experimental product is mixed with new elements, the day after tomorrow I accidentally missed the subscript, and the non-toxic carbon dioxide becomes poisonous [1].

Then three rounds of mock exams, after completing my own city, I will make another city, and after finishing my other city, I will make a school paper.

Head teacher: "It doesn't matter. Generally speaking, our city is more difficult in the province. After the mock test is completed, the difficulty of the college entrance examination is not a problem."

So the students got the second-mode low-scoring paper: "..."

Thank you, but I was not comforted, even a little flustered.

Troops and horses, hard work.

High school entrance examination.

The author has something to say: Note [1]: CO2 carbon dioxide, non-toxic. CO carbon monoxide, toxic.

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