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A few days later, in the senior year classroom.

With only five days left until the college entrance examination, everyone sat quietly in their seats, their faces filled with reluctance and nervous anticipation.

Fang Yuan was no exception. The graduation photos had released their emotions, signaling that their high school life was coming to an end.

In the past few days, everyone in the class had been showing kindness to their classmates through their actions.

Whether familiar or relatively unfamiliar, each classmate had accompanied them through three years of youthful days.

Teenagers of this age had no hatred that could be etched in their hearts, unforgettable.

Today was the last day of class in their high school career, and the students looked forward to the arrival of their teachers. Three years had forged a deep bond between teachers and students.

They were reluctant to part with this teacher-student relationship, and even more reluctant to part with the friendship between classmates.

Everyone was studying diligently in the corridor outside the classroom.

"Cancong and Yufu, how ignorant were the founders of the state? Since then, forty-eight thousand years have passed, without contact between Qin and Shu." "The road to Shu is harder than ascending to heaven."

Fang Yuan was in the corridor with his classmates, making a final effort.

Reciting every knowledge point in the book, afraid of missing anything.

The corridor was slowly filled with students, each doing their best to memorize as much as possible before the college entrance examination.

Several teachers stood opposite them by the railing, leaning on it and smiling at each other.

"Every year, the graduating class works hard from dawn till dusk at this time!" Fang Yuan's head teacher turned to the math teacher next to him and said.

"Yes, sometimes when I look at them, I feel like I'm already old," the math teacher, Xu Tianyin, replied.

"Don't say that. If you're already lamenting that you're old, am I about to be unable to walk?" the head teacher joked.

"Hahaha!" The two smiled at each other, looking at the students working hard in the corridor. They felt that their three years of effort had not been in vain. Regardless of how well these students would do in the exam, their spirit was gratifying.

The class bell rang quickly. The students packed up their belongings, sat in their seats, and waited quietly for the teacher to arrive.

They wanted to leave the best impression on all their teachers, to mark a successful end to their three years of teaching.

The one who walked in was the Chinese teacher, with a faint scholarly air. Don't think he was very gentle usually, but when your grades couldn't satisfy him, you would know what was terrifying.

The anger of honest people is the most terrifying because they accumulate their anger and explode with more power. The Chinese teacher was such a person, and he was also the teacher Fang Yuan admired and feared the most in school.

He admired his extensive knowledge and feared the storm-like reprimands when his grades didn't satisfy him.

The Chinese teacher stood on the podium, carefully looking at the familiar faces below, as if trying to remember each of them in his mind.

Then, he picked up the chalk, turned around, and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

"Listen to the class bell one more time." After writing, the Chinese teacher paused for a moment and slowly turned around.

"First of all, I want to say thank you to every student who can sit here and listen to my lecture. Thank you for your support and help to us teachers over the past three years," the Chinese teacher said sincerely, looking at the students below.

"I really can't bear to part with you all. You are the most outstanding class I have ever taught, and each of you is my pride." After speaking, the teacher paused for a moment, glanced around the classroom, and continued.

"I will never forget the long line of students reciting in the corridor in the early morning."

"I will never forget the figures of you standing in the last row of the classroom with books in your hands, afraid of falling asleep."

"I will also never forget your efforts this year. How many pens have you used up, how many exercise papers have you filled, how many sets of papers have you completed, and how many books have you memorized this year."

The students below felt a pang of sadness in their hearts, and everyone's eyes began to turn red.

"All of this is for the college entrance examination, and now it is in front of you."

"Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, believe in yourselves, you are all the best in my heart."

"You have all done your best, leaving no regrets for your youth. You are worthy of being students of Beihai No. 1 High School, and we are proud of students like you."

After speaking, the Chinese teacher couldn't control his emotions. He turned around and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"This is the last time I will teach you Chinese, and there is nothing more I can give you. You are now ready to leave the nest," the Chinese teacher said, bowing deeply to the students from the podium.

The students in the audience had tears in their eyes. "Teacher, you have worked hard!" the students said in unison.

This was what all the teachers liked to hear the most. The Chinese teacher was very happy. In the end, his students understood him.

After that, the teachers of other subjects did not lecture to them, but blessed them and praised them. In the eyes of the teachers, each class of students was like their children.

Every year at this time, it is the saddest time for the teachers. This is the season of separation, and it is also the season of new life.

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At this time, some people realize their dreams, while others feel the ruthlessness of reality; some people achieve ideal results in the college entrance examination, while others suffer setbacks; some people harvest smiles, and others harvest sadness.

In short, this is a season where hope and despair coexist, and no one knows what they will reap.

Before this, everyone is making a final effort, struggling for the future that is about to come.

Fang Yuan looked at the system panel and couldn't help but be lost in thought.

The expected upgrade in mathematics had not arrived. In fact, the experience in mathematics had almost stagnated in the past few days. There were only 3 experience points left. Was the system trying to kill him, an obsessive-compulsive patient?

Of course, Fang Yuan didn't have the mind to think about this at this time. Now, his mind was filled with the words that the Chinese teacher wrote on the blackboard today.

Or rather, the minds of the students in the entire class were echoing those words.

Yes, they all wanted to hear the class bell one more time. Never before had they felt that the class bell was so pleasant to hear, while the dismissal bell was so harsh.

But reality is like this. The things you don't want to happen will happen faster.

The dismissal bell rang, marking the end of Fang Yuan's high school career and the end of Fang Yuan's youthful years.

From now until the end of the college entrance examination, Fang Yuan and the others don't have to come to school. They will have four days to make a final push for the college entrance examination at home.

Fang Yuan looked forward to the arrival of the college entrance examination, but at the same time, he didn't want to end his high school career.

In elementary school, we miss the naivety of kindergarten; in junior high school, we miss the innocence of elementary school; in high school, we miss the purity of junior high school; in college, we miss the time in high school.

That's right, people are a tangle of contradictions, always entangled in gains and losses and recalling the beauty of the past whenever they encounter something.