i was my mistake

After chatting for a few words, the boy and Ye Chen seemed to have become acquainted.

Everyone chatted about other topics, and asked how the study in the third year of high school was going.

"It's still quite tiring. Of course, it mainly depends on self-consciousness. If you want to play, you can still play...but then you won't be able to get into college."

"Are you late in the evening self-study?"

"It's okay... well, it's not too late, but it's not too early, mainly because it's already quite late when I get home."

"What class are you students in?" Wan Qing asked lazily as she crunched the fried fish and rested her cheeks.

"We're in Class [-], Grade [-]."

"Oh, not bad." Wan Qing nodded, remembering that she had heard people say that the school was closed early, and many of these sophomores also failed to go to school due to family changes. I don't know what happened. Will there be boys here...

The lunch ended in a pleasant and calm atmosphere, the boys said their goodbyes politely, and Wan Qing and Ye Chen also picked up their plates and turned to leave.

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12. Come to the new class

As soon as I got back to the classroom, I saw Guang Qiutang looking around, as if looking for someone.

When he was about to leave, he happened to see Wan Qing and Ye Chen walking in.

"Wan Qing, Ye Chen, I'm looking for you two."

"What's wrong?" Wan Qing asked with a feeling, "Oh, are you going to change classrooms?"

"Yes!" Guang Qiutang was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, "Pack up your things and take them to the first classroom. I will take you there, and the other students have already passed."

"There are other classes?" Ye Chen couldn't help asking.

"Yes." Guang Qiutang smiled, "There are two places for each class."

"There are eight people in the first class going to practice?"

"The second class doesn't count, it's a liberal arts class, and they are all top-notch classes, there is no need to separate people out."

"Oh, that's four, that's pretty much the same—Class [-] is also a liberal arts class, shouldn't it count?" Ye Chen coughed dryly, lowered his head and began to pack his schoolbag.

"No, there are students in class four, one girl and one boy, two of them are more suitable for science, they didn't choose well when classifying."

"Can this also keep up?"

"Hehe, sometimes, this is talent."

Ye Chen nodded silently, and looked down at his desk.

This seemed to be the first time she had packed her schoolbag at noon.

It's just that this is different from packing schoolbags before school. It's not about leaving school, but about changing classes.

From now until graduation, I will take classes there.

Although it has only been half a year, this classroom is already very familiar to her.

As a health committee member, I will always do some hygienic finishing work.

The more times of cleaning, of course I will be familiar with every corner of the classroom.

She even clearly remembered the few marks that were not wiped clean on the wall tiles.

There are always cobwebs in the tool cabinet where the mop and broom are placed, and sometimes the spiders will climb up the broom pole, scaring the girls to scream.

But now that he has not graduated yet, he has to leave this newly familiar classroom again.

Probably too many things happened in one semester, and things that were too important to my life happened, so when I think about it, I always feel that it is longer than my previous two years of high school.

Time is fast and slow.

"What are you doing in a daze? Pack up and leave." Wan Qing patted her shoulder lightly, her slightly cold and hoarse voice calmed her melancholy thoughts and brought her back to reality.

"Ah...ah? Have you tidied up?"

"nonsense."

"Oh..." Ye Chen hurriedly stuffed the last few test papers into a paper bag, then zipped up the schoolbag, lowered his head in a panic, and looked into the drawer to see if there was anything left behind. .

The midday sun was blocked by her body, and only a little came through the gaps in her hair.

The strands of hair-like light kept the table from being completely dark.

There is nothing in it that needs to be taken away, the remaining few papers are crumpled, they were written last semester, and there is no need to take them away for review.

She was about to look back when she saw a few lines written crookedly with a black marker under the table:

"Zhu Yulan, I really want to marry you——1996.6.37."

Of course, June does not have that many days, and in fact no month has so many days.

Perhaps this is a typo, or perhaps, this is the hope that July of the college entrance examination will never come.

And that's what happened last year.

last summer...

Has the person who left this sentence realized his dream?Is it on the way, has it been realized, or has it given up?

Ye Chen was a little dazed, as if he could still feel the warmth left by the marker pen when he was writing.

Of course, it is also possible that this is just a casually written sentence by a youthful young man who would never do it in reality.

Perhaps by now, he had already forgotten.

She raised her head, brushed the ponytail at the back of her head, and put the slightly crooked hairpin back on.

She suddenly regretted that she did not leave her own trace on this table.

Anyway, we have to leave a 'Ye Chen here for a visit', right?

Raising her head, Wan Qing was getting impatient with waiting, Ye Chen hurriedly put her schoolbag on her back, picked up the paper bag next to her, and subconsciously pushed the chair into it as if she had just finished school.

Seeing that they had packed up their things, Guang Qiutang walked towards the outside of the classroom first.

Class [-]'s classroom is on the other side of the teaching building. Compared with the noise and hustle and bustle here, it is much quieter there.

When I came over, I saw the students in Class [-] and Class [-] packing their schoolbags, as if they were going to move to other floors with the teacher.

After all, there are fewer high school students, and there are many empty classrooms. The school will try its best to provide a relatively quiet environment for the front classes to study hard. Even if they can't make much progress, they must maintain a good state before the college entrance examination .

Class [-]'s classroom is at the innermost part of the corridor, facing the edge of the playground, and far away from the stairwell. It is one of the quietest classrooms in the whole school.

Compared with the noisy Class [-] classrooms every lunch break, Class [-] seems much quieter here.

When he first walked to the door, Ye Chen even thought that everyone had gone to eat.

However, in fact, there are already more than a dozen students sitting in the classroom. They buried their heads in the piles of test papers and textbooks, studying various topics seriously.

There is a slightly depressing atmosphere here, which makes people seem afraid to take a big breath.

Emerald green creepers protruded from the window, some were on the window sill, and some had already climbed on the window glass. They were tenaciously attached, and the small suction cups could be clearly seen from the transparent window.

Every table is almost full of things, and some people even put all kinds of learning materials on the aisle at the foot.

There are so many things, these "heavy" knowledge, even Ye Chen is almost out of breath.

With her No.2 grade in Class [-], she is actually just average here.

There are many students like Zhao Jinyu here.

I don't feel much pressure when I get along with her.

But when she thought that there were at least three, four, or even five or six people with similar grades to her in this classroom, she immediately felt the pressure to take a deep breath.

What people are most afraid of is comparing themselves with others.

Because it's never ending.

Especially for those who used to be the strongest in a certain area, after coming to a new area, they find themselves mediocre. That feeling is probably the most uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Ye Chen didn't have this pressure.

After all, if she hadn't studied hard, she would probably be at the bottom of class five.

Guang Qiutang patted the shoulders of both of them, pointed to the back row of the classroom and said, "The two empty desks over there are reserved for you. You should study hard here."

Ye Chen suddenly had the illusion of being sent to kindergarten by his parents for the first time.

In the fifth class, no matter how the position was transferred, Guang Qiutang would reserve the best position for them.

Yes, for those who want to study hard, the best seat is of course the front row.

But here... the two of them can only be assigned to the back row.

To be precise, it should be the window seat in the penultimate row.

There is already some distance from the blackboard.

But Twilight really likes it.

"Protagonist, this is good." She muttered, but Guang Qiutang next to her didn't understand what she meant.

"Then I'll go back to the office. From now on, you will be considered as students in class one, and everything will be subject to the arrangement of the head teacher in class one, understand?"

"Ok."

Guang Qiutang waved his hand, turned and left.

Even though he didn't have much contact with the head teacher, Ye Chen couldn't help but think of Zhu Ziqing's article when he watched his back go away.

No one took the initiative to chat with them.

Coming to an unfamiliar environment all of a sudden made Ye Chen somewhat nervous.

But fortunately, there is evening sunshine.

She walked over with her bag in her hand, and quickly stepped on the gap in the aisle—yes, there are too many books piled up, and when walking in the aisle, the soles of her feet really have to be aligned. Falling down, I really don't know how to clean their sanitation.

As soon as he sat down, he saw the head teacher of another class sending the students of his own class over.

This is really a sense of sight for parents sending their children to kindergarten...

The other two classes are one boy and one girl, only the fifth class has two girls, Ye Chen and Wan Qing.

Maybe it's because there are no more outstanding boys in Class [-] than the two of them, and there are not even any boys with a similar level.

Otherwise, it might really happen that one of them is in class five and the other is in class one.

Ye Chen lowered his head and tidied the things in the schoolbag and bag back into the drawer, and put the textbook in the black garbage bag on the table.

——Do as the Romans do, although she still has room in her drawer, she can't help but want to do it.

"Ye Chen!" Suddenly, an excited voice came from her side, "Are you guys here?"

"Wow... I finally have an acquaintance."

"Ah?" Ye Chen raised his head, and saw a girl about 1.7 meters looking at him excitedly, and there was a girl standing beside her and Wan Qing whose eyes had been moving back and forth.

Those were Mao Yeyuan and Lin Sumeng.

"Eh? You guys are here too."

"Yes, what a coincidence!" Mao Yeyuan said excitedly, "I thought I would start studying alone after I came here. After all, there is no chance to make friends in such a tight time."

"That's great, I'm in the same class as you two." Lin Sumeng cupped her cheeks, "I'm so happy, woo... am I the happiest person in the world?"

Wan Qing had no doubt that this guy was hitting CP again, so she put her hands into Ye Chen's pockets, hugged her from behind, put her chin on her shoulder, and gently rubbed her cheek: "Oh? What a coincidence."

"Hmm!!" Lin Sumeng immediately covered her mouth, looking so excited that she couldn't control herself.

It's fun to tease her.

It's no less interesting than making Ye Chen blush.

"Where are you sitting?"

"I'm in the first group." Mao Yeyuan was a little depressed, "It's so far away from you."

"I'm in the third group, just across the aisle, super close!" Lin Sumeng's eyes had already started to shine.

——I hope she can study hard, don’t be knocking on CP during class...

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