With You

(No.105—No.110)

No.105

Zhang Ping did not break his promise. After a short and frightened weekend, during the flag-raising ceremony on Monday morning, some students began to spread various news about the highest score of each academic year. I only heard that some students were called to the school on Saturdays and Sundays to help check the scores and produce transcripts. Under the streamlined work with a clear division of labor, the scores were continuously spit out from the printer like a product.

I don't want to know how many points I took in the test. I don't care at all. I even hope that it won't come out. Whoever accidentally lit the Academic Affairs Office and burned the computer and papers together. The world is peaceful.

I held the camera aloft again, shooting around randomly.

A group of people gathered around and twittered, the central figure could not see clearly, only one back, it seemed to be Chu Tiankuo, right?

A girl was holding a book that she didn't know and looked down intently. Her brows were slightly frowned, because behind a boy with a moxi dry head dyed red, hippy smiled behind her braids.

There are many photos with blurry focus, but one or two strange faces can always be found, clear and vivid.

I looked down, in the crowd of noisy and excited people. Suddenly I felt calm down.

There will be many exams afterwards, as Yu Huai said, yes, we are all used to it, so we can't remember the scores and rankings of each exam. Naturally, they would never remember such a featureless flag-raising ceremony on such a Monday morning.

But I remember. The youthful images they discarded by themselves are all in my hands. I am the lowest-key rich man in the entire playground.

I think I might be smiling very sadly. But I don't have the courage to take a selfie.

I photographed their youthful years, but forgot my share of it behind the photo.

No.106

When each subject teacher enters the door, he embraces a large stack of papers, hurriedly stepped forward, patrolled the classroom to signal to the class representatives, and then handed the papers to their hands, leaning against the podium without saying a word, and the class representatives commanded several students Distribute papers.

The room buzzed continuously, but when I looked closely, it seemed that everyone was silent, looking solemn, full of expectation and a little panic.

So I am very strange. Where does this buzzing voice come from?

Han Xu is the representative of the mathematics class. Zhang Feng blankly handed a stack of papers to Han Xu, who was also cold and frosty, as solemn as a demon sect's passing ceremony.

Mathematics is the worst subject in my test, but the results are the first to be posted. Knowing that he would not have any good results, he was still playing drums in partiality, and he didn't have that kind of conscience. I have been comforting myself. Mathematics is just mathematics. It is a blessing if it is a blessing. The rest of the subjects will only be high.

But when Han Xu approached me with a pale pale face like a death god, I still subconsciously grasped something beside me - it turned out to be Yu Huai's hand.

I can feel him and my body shake together. I don't know if it is because of my actions, or because my hands are as cold as a dead body.

However, he did not break free.

At that moment, the brain is no longer functioning. The paper fell lightly from the sky, just like the three-foot white silk that the **** threw to the Lenggong empress in the TV series, and it was very arrogant.

148?

No.107

I opened my mouth wide, and the surviving sanity made me tilt my head and glance at the name in the left gutter.

Oh, Yu Huai's.

He frowned, pulled in front of him with his idle right hand, and began to carefully check where the two points were deducted. While turning over, he said, "Why are your hands so cold? It's just a mid-term exam, so scared? Both I close my eyes and pass!"

I threw off his warm left hand fiercely, but I didn't know what to say to refute him. However, after such a disturbance, I don't feel nervous anymore. Although my fingers are still cold, they are no longer stiff.

"Sorry," I sneered, "I...not on purpose..."

Yu Guang glanced at his Adam's apple unnaturally sliding up and down, but his tone was still very weak.

"I'm freezing to death, not as an example."

cut. I pouted.

However, as an example, does it mean that you can't grab his hand, or can't grab his hand when it's cold?

If I get hot, is it all right?

His face is too calm, it's hard not to think about it. At this moment, two or three papers floated before my eyes as if being blown by the wind.

No need to look at it. The horrible red score made me immediately convinced that this was my one, and hurriedly lay on the table to protect it, and looked around nervously.

Yu Huai blinked and just wanted to say something, and suddenly called me blushing.

"...Geng Geng...what are you doing on my paper... just accidentally... can you give it back to me..."

I sneered, stood up and handed the paper back to her.

It turns out that this score is not the only one that I can get. Simple is indeed a sister who can share adversity. I did not misunderstand her from the beginning.

No.108

After a whole day of bombing, I was numb. When the teacher talked about the paper, I used a red gel pen to memorize it carefully, remembering that the paper was filled with dense handwriting, trying to submerge the bright red scores in the red waves that I set off.

At least it doesn't look so glaring.

The transcript is sent to the hand, the name from the left, then the math, Chinese, foreign language, physics, chemistry scores, a total score, followed by history, geography, politics, and the far right is the total score of eight subjects.

In other words, there are two total scores, but what really matters is the first total score. History, geography, and politics are just meanings. After all, most people still have to study science.

I found that the first place on the transcript ranking turned out to be β-I was wondering, I glanced at the far right, her total score is lower than mine?

At this time, Zhang Ping cleared his throat in the front: "What about our transcript... I discussed with Xu Yanliang, and the random sorting method is used, so the **** rankings will not be so bloody. The students who are willing to study are based on the total on the right. I have no objection to the approximate rankings. I see which echelon I am in, and I have a direction to work hard. Let me talk about the top three. The first is Han Xu, the second is Yu Huai, and the second is Yu Huai. The third place is Zhu Yao. Han Xu and Yu Huai are both ranked in the top 30 of our school year. Everyone applauds and congratulations."

I was relieved. Although not ranking does not mean that the ranking does not exist, at least, in the face of such a dense report card, it is estimated that everyone will just look at the total score and estimate the approximate order, and will not be too careless. My face was preserved to some extent, and I couldn't help but smile gratefully at Zhang Ping.

He actually saw it, raised his chin proudly, and touched the back of his head.

Of course, I also heard some people in the class complaining dissatisfied: "What's the matter, how can I arrange the mess!"

I feel sad. Unlike people like me who just want to hide their shame, there are still many people who think that this kind of ranking list for maintaining privacy is a waste of everyone's time and energy. I want to complain about Zhang Ping, but I have no confidence.

I asked Yu Huai cautiously, "Hey, do you want to be ranked or not to be ranked?"

He was absent-minded: "It's all the same to me."

I sighed. indeed. Anyway, he is in the top three.

He turned around again, looked at me with bright eyes, as if thinking of something, and said, "But...in fact, it's better not to be arranged, how boring."

I nodded vigorously, my eyes a little sour: "Yeah, yeah.... How boring."

He was silent for a long time, and I suddenly felt the back of my hand warm.

This time he took the initiative to squeeze my hand, very carefully and brotherly, and said: "It will be all right, take your time."

No.109

My dad asked about the midterm exam at the dinner table. I didn't speak up, but told him that there would be a parent meeting on Wednesday at five o'clock.

He nodded to show that he knew, and then he kept up his mind: "Then you have all the results, haven't you?"

I opened my mouth—not that I didn't want to tell him, but I just didn't want to tell my horrible results in front of Aunt Qi and Lin Fan—no matter how shameful I was, I just threw it to my family. After all, they are also... outsiders.

There was a few seconds of silence on the dinner table. Suddenly Aunt Qi stood up and served the soup, and said with a smile: "I just finished the exam, how can it be so fast. Geng, do you want any soup? Auntie will give you another bowl?"

I passed the bowl obediently and smiled gratefully.

At night, I was lying on the desk and didn't want to do anything. The door was not closed. I could vaguely hear the conversation between my dad and Aunt Qi in the living room, mixed with the clinking noise of Aunt Qi while washing the dishes.

"You go alone to comfort her, I don't think she is in the right mood. If I'm with Fanfan, she won't be able to tell you something."

I don't know what it feels like. My father is very dull, but an outsider thinks thoroughly and sees you clearly, which makes people unmovable anyway.

My dad entered the house in accordance with Yan, took the door conveniently, and cut off the sound of Lin Fan's four-wheel drive and Aunt Qi's washing the dishes, and put a glass of milk on my table. I didn't get up on my stomach and said "thank you dad" dumbly.

"Success... not ideal?" he asked tentatively.

I gave a "huh".

"...How many places do you rank?"

"I don't know, our class is not ranked." The moment I said this, I was extremely grateful to Zhang Ping.

"...That..." He seemed to have nothing to say, stood up and paced twice, patted behind my back, rubbed my head, and said, "Victory or defeat is commonplace for soldiers. Don't take it too seriously. . It will be better. After all, there is a gap between your enrollment and others. You have to admit this, step by step."

He is so gentle, but instead of my anger at the beginning, I turned to complaining that I was unsure. There was indeed a period of time when the resentment was attributed to my parents forcing me to enter a perverted school that did not belong to me. However, at this moment, I felt deeply weak. Other people's children are capable of bringing glory to parents, why can't I do anything?

I nodded, my nose was blocked, and I didn't dare to make a sound. My face was pressed against the table, and it hurt when I moved. Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, hidden between his cheeks and the table, and he couldn't see them.

"If you are struggling with science, don't worry, we will study liberal arts in the first year of high school, behave."

No.110

So those troubles seem to disappear suddenly. I only remember that I was going to study liberal arts. My current pain is just because I haven't waited for everything that belongs to me. It's just not suitable, not stupid, really not stupid, more Not the end of the world.

If it was Yu Huai, he would definitely ask disdainfully, how do you know that you will get better by studying liberal arts?

I do not know. But I believe in the path of heaven and human beings, even if God is determined to destroy me, I can't admit it. If you admit it, you lose all hope and courage. I only have two options. You always have to give me a way to survive and always give me a way to go.

I couldn't fall asleep in the morning, and I went out very early. When I arrived in the classroom, there were only a few classmates, all of whom were unfamiliar people sitting in their seats and looking down. I sat down on the window sill at the back of the classroom, with the faint morning light behind and the empty back door in front of me. No one in the classroom knew what I was doing. The windowsill are full of sundries, exercise books, a football, a basketball, and in the net pockets are Yu Huai's treasures. I retracted into the gap between the clutter and hid most of my body behind the curtains, my spine clinging to the cold glass in the morning, chills bursting. During the cleaning before November, Zhang Ping once faced the miscellaneous things on the windowsill with a heartbreak, crying, and with a big wave of his hand, he swept two school uniforms and a wad of waste paper on the ground, and said loudly, "This **** can't live. Up?!"

The whole class burst into laughter. He recovered himself, and scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, and said, "No, it's really not that way. You grow up... You don't live like this... You kids, girls are not like girls. , Boys...not to mention, when you grow up with a wife, you have to be repaired!"

Everyone continued to laugh, and Yu Huai took the opportunity to say aloud: "Teacher, is this a talk of experience?"

Zhang Ping blushed and waved his hand: "You kid... wait for me!"

I thought slowly, and the corners of my mouth curled up, full of joy. The small warm emotions related to "living life" filled my heart, but there was a sense of panic that the good times were about to end.

The happiness that will be fearful is the real happiness.