With You

(No.179—No.185)

No.179

The second class is Chinese, and the old Chinese lady talks about composition. She issued five or six papers, each with two or three high-scoring essays from the senior midterm exam for the first grade, analyzing the advantages and disadvantages one by one. I saw Yu Zhouzhou’s composition, as well as those of Sheng Huainan and Ling Xiangqian.

Xu Yanliang also has an article on the list. The only representative of our class is just behind Ling Xiangqian's composition.

Ling Xiangqian is the goddess of our year-round boys. At present, boys in the first grade are divided into two categories, who know who Ling Xiangqian is, and who really want to know who Ling Xiangqian is. Xu Yanliang had just been promoted from the second type to the first type during the inter-class exercises last Friday, so recently he often talked about the goddess.

"Oh, concession, concession."

No one praised him, but he himself took the pile of papers appreciated by Fan Wen, and took the initiative to nod to everyone around him.

"I didn't expect it to be just behind the goddess, really, oops, I didn't expect it."

"It's only printing and typesetting, and it's not that you are the first to queue up to marry her, and you're a shit." β was impatient with his nagging.

"It's a long way from marrying her," Xu Yanliang didn't know it, and he was humble. "The goddess is so white, and I grow so dark, so my child will not look like a zebra in the future."

β drooped his eyelids and looked up and down Xu Yanliang's barrel-shaped figure.

"It's beautiful, hehe, pandas are pretty much the same."

The old Chinese coughed twice, and Xu Yanliang's counterattack was held in her stomach.

Yu Zhouzhou's composition is quite satisfactory, with no outstanding features. But in the final analysis, it is the kind of discussion paper that pleases the teacher, the place of the parallel, the place of the example, the various arguments of the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign that have moved the universe, there is no fault, but...how to say Well, every sentence reveals a very perfunctory attitude, at least that's how I feel, so the score is just like that, on the edge of excellent gear.

However, Ling Xiangqian's composition is very gorgeous, the form and writing style are a bit special, and the sword goes slant. As for Chu Tiankuo, strong momentum and rigorous logic... it's pretty good-looking, and it's very knowledgeable, it's the kind I definitely can't write anyway.

Of course, there is no Lin Yang in these excellent essays, let alone Yu Huai. These two are both disciples of Sheng Huainan, the kind of silent writing in classical Chinese that never fills in the blanks. What good essays can be written, Yu Huai's composition score is lower than mine.

As for Xu Yanliang’s composition... how to put it... very... nonsense...

"A celebrity once said that the tragedy of life lies in having a good eye and a low hand. When most people are excited when the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, they dream about the world, but in daily life they can’t muster up the courage and have to drill the wall with an electric drill every weekend morning. Neighbors have a good talk."

Xu Yanliang stood in his seat and read with emotion.

The topic of this essay is "Ideal and Reality".

Simplicity finally couldn't help but yelled out: "What mess, which celebrity, which celebrity?!"

β suddenly looked back at simplicity, showing an unpredictable smile.

"Me. Any comments?"

No.180

Of course, with the exception of Xu Yanliang's essay, which was rated as excellent because the scoring teacher took too much drugs, everything else is normal. The Chinese old lady Zhang told us that after each examination, she would select excellent essays for class appreciation, and she passed down two more papers.

"This is an excellent Chinese composition for the mid-term exam of the second year of high school. We have selected five of the best. You can study and write more standardized essays than our first grade essays. Ah, I have always emphasized standards with you. Xu Yanliang's The composition is too risky. The test is still based on safety, so I read it carefully to see how the seniors and sisters write the test composition."

When Mrs. Zhang mumbled, I was looking down and texting Yu Huai.

"There is composition appreciation in the Chinese class. I saw your sister-in-law and girl just now."

The paper was passed back from the first row, and the whole classroom made a sound like waves. Although I don't like to make papers, I like the sound when it comes, and the faint smell of ink on the papers always makes me feel that the word "shuhai" is particularly expressive.

The waves slowly rolled in my direction.

Yu Huai's text message came back.

"Of course, there are no ordinary people in our old Yu family. By the way, I heard Lin Yang say that I will not do any exercises today?"

"Well, it's too windy today. Inter-class exercises are cancelled." I replied.

After clicking "Send", the paper passed to me, and the first name that came into view was Luo Zhi.

Although the school sister showed me the name tag during the school celebration, seeing the name on the paper still made me a little strange.

The mid-term exam for the second year of high school is a material composition, and the topic requires an argumentative essay based on a piece of news. The news is probably that, except for the increase in sales of books on successful motivational studies and Chinese medicine health preservation, the per capita reading volume of other types of books has been declining year by year.

The themes of the other four essays are all about the importance of reading, such as "books are the ladder of human progress", which appeals to Chinese people to read more and change the status quo of declining reading volume; Luo Zhi’s composition explores why it is successful The problem of learning to go against the tide.

To be honest, I didn't understand too much.

But I take it very seriously, because she seems to write very seriously.

Not serious in that sense. Not just for scores.

If you want to get a high score in your composition, half of it depends on your talents, and half of it depends on the rules and regulations set by the scoring teachers for many years. Talents can only be favored if you splash them in that frame. Although I have no talent, I have always been safely jumping around in that frame.

It's just jumping. She did a dance in this frame. Incomprehensible and touching.

I read it word by word. I didn't listen to what the old Chinese lady said, but I deeply remembered a quote from Luo Zhi's composition.

"The more utilitarian you are, the more mysterious the world is to you."

Somehow, I was hit by this sentence.

No.181

Before the class, Chinese old lady Zhang said earnestly: "After teaching Chinese for so many years, I am very clear in my heart that none of you really pays attention to Chinese, because the improvement of Chinese performance is not an overnight thing. Language is a thing, there is talent but not talent. Sometimes it’s hard to make up for it. It’s not just the science that you study that requires IQ, so don’t look down on my class. Zhenhua has always been good at science, and there are some atmospheres that I can’t say. Read these articles and think about it yourself when you're fine. Okay, let's end class."

The moment Mrs. Zhang left the class, I clearly heard Han Xu's voice. Rarely, Han Xu would talk casually in class.

"Unexpectedly, Zhenhua's teachers are quite ideal."

I can't tell whether this is irony or admiration. Han Xu's poker face is like multiple choice questions.

Of course, it is only simple and silly, and smiles at every word of Han Xu.

Inter-class exercises are cancelled. We have a full twenty-minute break between classes. Before get out of class was over, Yu Huai sent me a text message and asked me to help. He took out Sheng Huainan's notes from his desk and returned it to the second grade third class of Sheng Huainan.

I found the notebook, flipped it through again with admiration, then put on my school uniform and went out. The third grade area is next to our second grade area, but I need to go down to the first floor and go through the hall and administrative area to get around.

I passed the physical office as I passed through the administrative area, the door was open, and I glanced inside.

Then he saw β with a clever expression like a white rabbit, bending over and standing at Zhang Ping's desk, extending his index finger to the exercise book on the desk, and asking questions seriously.

My whole person is a little ill, and I want to vomit.

I could see that someone got up from the side table and came out holding a large stack of papers.

It was Senior Sister Luo Zhi, dressed in the sophomore winter school uniform, with a peaceful face. Seeing me, she was stunned, then smiled after a reaction.

"Your hair is growing, I almost didn't recognize it."

She was cold when she was not smiling, but she smiled peacefully, but it seemed that there was something behind her. I can't tell, it seems like being invited to her house as a guest, but you always suspect that she actually lives in the secret passage on the mezzanine of the wall.

I don't know where these feelings come from. I have had intuitive likes and dislikes towards people since I was young, but I have never been obsessed with proving whether my intuition is accurate.

"Senior sister, why are you in the physics office? Are you not a liberal arts student?"

"Yes," she nodded, "but I'm a physics class representative. Come take the midterm exam papers."

"Isn't it even the parent meeting is over, why did you come to get the physics paper..."

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether we take it or not. Our class average score is only 23 points."

"...Is that so... bad?"

"I only scored more than 40 points. It shouldn't be because of stupidity," she said to herself, and laughed at herself. "In order to save time on the physics exam and review the next geography exam, we are here The answer sheets have been painted before the papers are issued."

Scribbled... Take it.

She smiled: "This is the tradition of Zhenhua liberal arts. The wisdom of the predecessors."

No wonder Zhang Ping said before that if our class is not up to date, the second grade teacher will change the class teacher. Once he is kicked to give lectures to the liberal arts class, he might as well hang himself.

This is a matter of dignity. Zhang Ping said solemnly.

"I understand, aren't you still studying physics and chemistry just for the junior high school entrance examination? Anyway, we only take the literary and comprehensive examinations for the college entrance examination, and physics is not of much use. It would be great to save time."

Luo Zhi listened to my words, smiled, and added kindly: "It can only be said that from a utilitarian point of view, it is of little use."

In fact, I was just talking nonsense. I like her, so I don't let go of any chances of being close and flattering. Senior sister is always indifferent, but it makes me feel that I have been taken seriously. I also can't tell how it feels. Just like that composition.

"The more utilitarian you are, the more mysterious the world is to you."

"Huh?" She was stunned.

"It's the sentence quoted in your composition! In class, our Chinese teacher issued an excellent composition for the second year of high school. The first one is yours!"

She was a little bit embarrassed, but not deliberately humble.

"Really? You will also read our composition."

"You write really well."

"thank you."

"No, I mean it," I drew a little excitedly. "You write very carefully! That is... the kind of care that goes beyond the test composition, you don't need to be so serious... I also said no Clearly, this is the feeling anyway, not just for exams, not just for high scores, it's like..."

I think my sudden incarnation of SuperFan's behavior is particularly "two", and the imperfect language function makes this situation even worse.

"It's like it was written specifically for people to read."

For a moment, when she heard these words, she stared at me with wide eyes. Then he laughed, showing a line of white teeth and said: "...No one's composition is written for dogs."