life after death

Su Junping felt that he hated him for a moment.

If you can't get what you ask for, a wave of resentment will arise in your heart.

What's more, he couldn't get what he asked for, and it seemed that he had nothing to do with it except emotionally.

Many people say that Chen Yilin is calm and gentle, but he looked at Chen Yilin, he was wearing a white shirt today, the wind squeezed in through the window and blew his cuffs, he was like a slippery fish, When the sun flicks its tail, it disappears.

He can't catch him.

Su Junping looked down at the crumpled math paper. Chen Yilin pinched it hard, and the pinch marks are still there. He turned it over and saw the grade written by Boss Xie: 67.

Big bloody characters written in red pen.

In his impression, Chen Yilin's mathematics seems to have never been lower than one hundred and four.More than twice his size.

Such a person is really excellent, so good that if a person likes him, he will feel ashamed of himself.

When Chen Yilin was in his first year of high school, he was chased by girls crazily, and he was blocked even when he went out to eat. Su Junping once asked him how he stopped the girl from being so crazy. He blinked and said innocently: "Just talk about it. She'll understand."

At that time, Su Junping didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart, such a crazy girl, if she dismissed it as soon as she said it, she would still be obedient.

But when he really fell in love with Chen Yilin, he understood the feelings of that bold girl: he is too good.

He is much luckier than that girl. Chen Yilin also likes him very much, but this always makes Su Junping feel a little terrified, like a farmer who is used to eating brown rice suddenly becomes a king with a crown on his face. Facing a table full of delicacies from mountains and seas, he was always afraid that waking up the next second was just a dream.

He is such a good-for-nothing guy who is disgusted by his teachers and a headache for his parents, what exactly does Chen Yilin like about him.Or was he obsessed with ghosts, and when he was blown by the wind to calm down, he turned around and left him behind?

He knew that after the college entrance examination, the contact between the two of them was basically broken. The best situation is that they are ordinary friends, but whenever he thinks about it, he will be very sad, and the sadness is unbearable-he wants to be closer to Chen Yilin, closer A little, even if it can only catch the hem of his clothes.

Su Junping was kicked from behind in a daze, and Wang Wenjie wriggled his lips and said, "Stand up and read the words!"

It was only then that he realized that he was already in English class, and the eagle-like eyes of the "peacock" hovered on his face. Su Junping quickly picked up the English book to block the terrifying gaze.

English class is followed by Chinese class, followed by inter-class exercises.It's April and the school is still doing exercises. I'm really too lazy to save it.The sports committee in charge of the exercises in the class was called away by the physical education teacher early in the morning, so the heavy responsibility of leading the exercises naturally fell on the monitor.

Chen Yilin was wearing a red cloth strip from shoulder to hipbone across the shoulder, on which was written the class in gold. He was wearing a white shirt again today, looking like a little brother welcoming guests.

Xiao Yiling stood in front and laughed at him. Several people were laughing and laughing, while Su Junping watched from afar.

When they went downstairs, the team dispersed, and most of the girls were dragged behind slowly. Su Junping took the opportunity to squeeze to Chen Yilin's side.He saw that Chen Yilin's ears turned red all of a sudden, and the bright red set off the small moles behind his ears to settle deeper and deeper, attracting people like vivid eyeballs.

His heart seemed to be scratched lightly by a cat, it was crisp and itchy.

Su Junping stretched out his fingers to touch, but Chen Yilin's whole body was stiff. At this moment, he was poked by someone's elbow, and then he realized that he turned to touch his ear instead of patting his shoulder halfway, and squeezed out a sentence after sweating for a long time: "Thank you."

Chen Yilin didn't look back, and quickly walked out of the stairs with red ears.

Su Junping watched, sighed, and curled up his fingers slightly when he didn't realize it.

Going home in the evening, Yang Hong prepared supper for him as usual, today is red date tremella soup and red bean horseshoe cake.

Su Junping drank a bowl with his head down, picked up pastries with chopsticks and ate them, while doing homework.Yang Hong was startled by his crying yesterday, she came over and pressed that beautiful hand on the roll.

As soon as Su Junping raised his head inexplicably, his mother embraced him.

She was thinner, shorter than him, and her arms were smaller than his, but she was still as warm as before. Yang Hong brushed his hair and said, "Don't bring your homework back at night. Going to school is already hard enough. What can I do if I can't sleep well at home?"

Su Junping said it doesn't matter.

But his mother stubbornly hugged him for a while, and then let go after passing the warmth of her body to him, and lightly slapped his head: "Go eat your food, all the scum has fallen into the book. "

Only then did Su Junping concentrate on tasting the dim sum. He chewed a few mouthfuls and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched. He was silent for a while and said, "Where did you buy this?"

"In that store of your classmate, their dim sum is really delicious. I bought too much and I'll eat this tomorrow morning."

Seeing that Su Junping frowned, Yang Hong hurriedly said: "Don't like it? How about having boiled eggs brewed with wine for breakfast tomorrow?"

Su Junping stretched his brows and smiled at her: "No, I was in a daze just now, it's nothing, this horseshoe cake is delicious, I will eat this for breakfast!"

Yang Hong rubbed his face with a smile: "My sweater is almost finished, do you want to try it?"

Su Junping was wearing a woolen vest with needles, his movements were stiff, and he was afraid that his movements would be too big, so he took off his clothes.

At Yang Hong's request, he twisted his waist and turned around. Su Junping said with disgust, "It's going to be hot soon, why are you weaving?"

Yang Hong told him to take it off: "I'll wear it for you in winter. You're going to go to college in winter. I won't knit when it's hot. My hands will sweat and it's not good for the clothes. When the weather cools down, I won't knit." It's getting colder, it may be too late to call you by then."

Su Junping took it off carefully, stuffed the clothes to his mother, and went to take a shower and sleep by himself.

He went to sleep with a decision.

He didn't tell anyone about this decision, but when he left the house in good spirits the next day, he immediately implemented it.

This decision is neither simple nor difficult, that is:

study well.

Putting this on anyone is more reliable than putting it on Su Junping. According to his temperament of 3 minutes of enthusiasm, it is estimated that if he calms down and learns for three days, he will complain. Even if he takes [-] steps back, he really has the perseverance to learn. Now it's not even [-] days, only [-] days, three full months, with his bad grades, how can the miracle be reversed in three months?

Su Junping spent a whole afternoon self-study and tidying up his desk. He sorted out the papers, workbooks, books, and notes, sorted them into categories, and then stared at the brightly lit desktop in a daze.

The notes are incomplete; the books have never been turned; most of the workbooks and examination papers are copied, and some of them made mistakes by themselves, so he just left them there and didn't bother to correct them.

Su Junping scratched his head and thought about what to do.

In the end, he woke up Wang Wenjie unkindly, borrowed all the notes and exercises he did, made up all the notes that needed to be supplemented, and neatly corrected the corrections with a red pen. Like eating compressed grain alone without water.

What a pain.

Oh, by the way, there is still correction, and correction is even more painful. Wang Wenjie is a big lazy guy, and usually only writes important steps and formulas. Su Junping often does not understand why this formula is used, and how those important steps are calculated.He found Wang Wenjie a few times, and Wang Wenjie himself forgot about it, and it was Tang Yi, who was at the same table, who explained it to him.

But Su Junping had too many questions, even if the girl had the patience, he didn't have the guts to ask again. He thought it over, gritted his teeth, and finally decided to ask the teacher.

Su Junping's self-esteem can fill the garbage can with non-recyclables. He feels ashamed to ask the teacher, and those who are the first in the examination year are fine, but he is a scumbag. What did you do so early? It’s no use cramming, you’re sure you won’t do well in the exam!”

So he sneaked around, just like a girl who came to my aunt would look around vigilantly before taking out a sanitary napkin from her school bag, he also grunted around and stuffed all the papers, exercise books and notes with lightning speed He got into the schoolbag, then zipped it up, hummed a tune, put it in his trouser pocket, and swaggered into the office.

As soon as he arrives at the office, he is as obedient as a quail.

Boss Xie originally thought that he came home late for self-study and asked for leave, and was about to reprimand him, but Su Junping pulled out a two-centimeter-thick paper like magic and said, "I'm here to ask questions."

Boss Xie: "...is the sun coming out from the west?"

Su Junping's eyebrows twitched, but he suppressed him forcefully, and lowered his head even more: "I'm here to ask questions."

As a teacher, there is no reason to refuse, Boss Xie took over and started talking.

"Here, just use Veda's theorem—hey, you missed a k, no wonder the calculation is wrong, the calculation ability is too bad! I think junior high school students can calculate better than you!"

"You still can't recite the double angle formula? Every time you do your homework, you have to turn over your notes? No! What time is it? You still can't recite such a basic formula! Recite it for me! Recite it to death!"

"Use your brain to cut it?" Boss Xie was so angry that he spoke the unauthentic local dialect, "How many times have I said that this type of question should consider positive and negative. There are two situations. I just talked about it yesterday. You don’t know how to do it today? Where does your soul go every time you go to class, and the students in the ordinary class downstairs are all right about this kind of question!”

Boss Xie was spitting all over the place, hurting Su Junping while he was talking. Su Junping is not a fool, of course he understands, but besides ahh, only his waist is more bent and his head is lower.

Because what he said was ugly, but what he said was right.

Boss Xie finally solved all the papers, and told him to grasp the basics before leaving.

Except for the math teacher, he ran away, and several teachers also lost their temper because of his constant mental retardation:

"Sleeping and sleeping in class, sleeping like a plague chicken, I don't know what to pretend in my head, I don't know this kind of thing!"

"Go and see Xiao Yiling's genetic diagram, and then look at yours, it's too dirty, who would like it!"

"Isn't this equation taught in junior high school? How did you get into high school?!"

Su Junping gritted his teeth and endured all of them.

And when he really calmed down, he realized that those sarcasms were nothing at all, and they were just words that he said in a hurry, and it was far more important to help him break them down and analyze them than sarcasm.

Being stabbed a few times by the teacher is not painful, and besides, he used to always fight against them in class, and now he has paid back a few words of scolding.

They gave him a variety of methods, but the core idea is: to consolidate the foundation.

It is difficult to keep improving, but for a guy with a poor foundation, as long as he consolidates, the effect will be remarkable.

Su Junping forced himself to listen to the class. At the beginning, he could make more than a dozen small errands in a class, but it gradually decreased. He absorbed more knowledge points immediately after five or six times in a class. Finally, the red hook is better than the red cross too much.

It's a joy.

Su Junping was full of energy, and amidst such high expectations, he ushered in the second model.

Wang Wenjie has recently been obsessed with eating tea eggs. For the sake of the exam, he reluctantly gave up his love, ate a rice dumpling, and said greasyly, "I will definitely do well in the exam!"

Su Junping sneered at him confidently: "Superstition is not advisable."

Wang Wenjie: "Hehe."

He did well in the exam this time. He successfully completed the three most troublesome multiple-choice questions in physics. His tail was going to the sky, but it was Wang Wenjie who made such a big sacrifice. I didn't see it, there was a gloomy low air pressure throughout the noon, and I entered the examination room with that stinky face of pickled cucumber.

Su Junping did well in the comprehensive science test in the morning, and he was in a good mood in English in the afternoon. He sat by the window and could see a dripping green leaf when he looked up.

After the exam, he took a day off. It was rare for him not to play with his mobile phone that day. He helped his mother wash the dishes once, which made Yang Hong excitedly talk about it from noon until he went to bed at night.

Then I went to school again. In the double-digit countdown, going to school was nothing more than making papers and lecturing papers. The teachers of each subject handed out the papers.

Su Junping looked at his ranking in disbelief: 480—only one improvement over Yiyi.

impossible!

how can that be possible!

Definitely something is wrong!

The physics class representative was handing out papers, and he snatched them as soon as they were placed on his desk. His eyes quickly scanned the papers—the three multiple-choice questions he was proud of were all wrong.

One is six points, one is wrong.

Su Junping stared at the paper blankly for three seconds, stood up abruptly, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

Then he lay down to sleep, with a gesture of refusing to communicate with the outside world.

I don't know how long he lay on the ground, his arms were pressing on the eyeballs, which made his eyes sore, and a word forced him to raise his head.

Boss Xie said, "Congratulations to Chen Yilin for passing the recommendation test. Starting tomorrow, he won't be used for school."