Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

Cheng Zichen took a week off to prepare for the physics competition.

As for No. [-] Middle School, the "monthly exam promotion system" is finally going to be implemented.

Class 21 of high school had its last class meeting.

Old Liang stood on the podium with a very emotional expression:

"Students, for some of the students present here, this is the last time that I will hold a class meeting for you as the head teacher. As you all know, according to the results of this midterm exam, our grades will be re-divided into classes, and every year thereafter Reclassification once a month...According to the results of this midterm exam, one-third of our class will leave Class 11 and go to other classes."

This ratio is by no means an exaggeration, and there are more people in the front class who have been adjusted.

After all, the results of the second year of high school are easy to change. It is not as basic as when the first year of high school was not divided into subjects, and it is not like the third year of high school.

This time, half of the people in many classes will change.

Because class 11 is very far behind, the score difference is relatively large, but there are fewer people who change.

"...Due to the fate of half a year, our classmates formed a warm class. We participated in the grassland tour together after the first year of high school. We also won glory for the class in the sports meeting together, and won the championship of the basketball game together... These memories, Looking back now, I can still vividly remember it. But there is always a banquet in the world, and this common journey will come to an end today. Of course, although everyone will go to different classes, this time is ours. Eternal and precious common memory, from now on, no matter which class you are in, I will be your Teacher Liang, and all the students will respect each other and work hard together..."

As Lao Liang spoke, he was a little emotional, and the heaving of his chest became bigger.

He took the whole class to recall the warm moments during this period, and then invited the students who would no longer stay in Class [-] to come on stage to express their thoughts one by one.

Because Jian Ze'an was the one who improved the most and got the best test, he was arranged to speak first.

Standing on the podium, he glanced at the familiar faces in the audience, and his originally calm mood was now turbulent, with mixed feelings.

The sentimentality of parting made him feel a little sore in his nasal cavity.

Feeling ashamed, he desperately restrained himself, cleared his throat and opened his mouth:

"Students, I am Jian Ze'an. This may be the last time I will stand in front of all the students in Class 11 and speak to everyone—oh, but maybe I will come back after the next monthly exam."

He was deliberately making jokes to relax the atmosphere.

Sure enough, there were a few laughs among the students who were originally in a dull atmosphere.

Lao Liang, who was feeling sad, immediately returned to his usual "heroic posture" with bearded beard and eyes: "What are you talking about? Can't you hope for your own order? Let me tell you that if you dare to come back to me next time, I will send you back from Believe it or not?"

"Okay, old Liang, you have such a bad temper, I really miss you when I leave."

Jian Ze'an said with a hippie smile.

The classmates in the class also booed in unison.

It's just that this joking tone conceals a bit of embarrassment to express the true feelings directly, everyone knows in their hearts.

Lao Liang was amused by him, shook his head and scolded "brat" with a smile, but looked at him with pride.

Seeing Jian Ze'an, he almost tensed up again, his nose sore.

He quickly turned his face to everyone in the audience, holding back other emotions and saying:

"I have been in the same class with everyone for half a year. I think Class 11 is a very warm and good class. Although Hong Chuanglei always makes fun of me, although Baihuo always cheats on me, even though Du Feichi always moves his chair back to occupy my life. space……"

After his series of "although", the laughter in the class is no longer sporadic. Everyone will look at whoever he mentions and laugh loudly.The classmates he specifically mentioned also pointed at him, with all kinds of strange faces on their faces.

"...But I really like Class [-]." Jian Ze'an laughed along with their laughter, and then said sincerely, "During the sports meeting, everyone cheered on the students in the class together, and during the basketball game, I listened to it on the court. The students in the class shouted until their voices broke, and I was very happy to get along with everyone in the past six months... Oh, my brother An is not suitable for sensational style, but. "

He paused, feeling that what he was about to say was hypocritical and a little embarrassed, so he lowered his eyes and looked at the podium, and then he finished with the burning on his face:

"It's great to meet you and stay in the same class with you."

He bowed earnestly.

The audience was silent for a second, there was no laughter or booing, and then there was a sudden burst of warm applause.

Jian Ze'an felt the sourness in his nasal cavity go up, rushing to his eye sockets.

He was a bit embarrassed, and he didn't dare to look at the expressions of everyone in the audience, so he walked off the stage after speaking.

The applause didn't stop until he returned to his seat.

Jian Ze'an covered his face, afraid that his eye circles would be red or something, it would be embarrassing and unmanly.But at this moment, his heart was indescribably churning.

In fact, the time we spent together was not long, less than two semesters.

But this class, no matter what others say about their poor grades and no future, is really warm.He felt very good.

Jian Ze'an sat on the seat, and one after another students went up to talk.

Some were serious, some uttered bold words, and two girls cried while talking, with tears streaming down their cheeks.

Provoked a slight sob in the classroom.

Jian Ze'an was so tense that she didn't let her tears fall.

I can't bear it.

Hong Chuanglei, Bai Huo, and Lin Xiao all stayed in Class 11, but their ranking has improved a lot, while Xia Heran is going to Class 10.

Even if we can still form a study group together in the future, but everyone's class and homework progress are somewhat different, I am afraid that the opportunity to study together will inevitably decrease in the future.

Jian Ze'an is very clear, reason makes him understand that these are inevitable.

Can be emotionally reluctant.

At the end of the class meeting, even if Lao Liang repeatedly said "This is a new beginning, friendship will never end", many girls still had red eyes, and the boys were extremely dull, and the atmosphere could not be lively at all. A touch of sentimentality.

But it's still time for school to end.

Jian Ze'an's days as a member of class 11 finally came to an end.

After school, the whole class took the rest of the class fee—plus a little from Lao Liang—to buy drinks together, and then they all helped the students who were leaving to pack their things.

There are countless books, workbooks, and papers in the desks of high school students, and they are piled up in piles. It is like moving house, and several people cry again.

Jian Ze'an did not this time.

He patted the backs of several boys who helped him pack his things one by one:

"Thank you. Let's play together later."

"Brother An, you have become a top student, how can you still have the time to play with us?" Someone complained with a smile, but still seriously bumped fists with him, "But you said so. It must be."

"must."

On Tuesday, Jian Ze'an walked into the classroom of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

There was also a staff change in Class [-], and the new students were arranged in the vacant seats.

When Jian Ze'an entered work in the morning, she felt really uncomfortable.He walked in, saw the seating chart on the blackboard, and sat down.

Many students around looked at him openly or secretly.

Jian Ze'an has a generous personality, even though he is not familiar with him, he still takes the initiative to say hello to the students in the class:

"Hi everyone, I'm Jian Ze'an."

He has a bright smile and is identifiably friendly.And because of his playing and games in grades, he was also very popular. Even if there are no friends in Class 5, there are people I know.

Soon some boys called "Brother An" in response.Jian Ze'an greeted a few people, and the feeling of unfamiliarity and discomfort in her heart improved a lot.

At least the new class also has people they know.

Because of the rescheduling of classes throughout the year, the head teachers of each class are organizing new classes to introduce each other during the early self-study.

The head teacher of Class [-] is Sun Ping, a thin middle-aged man with a pair of rimless glasses.

His voice was dry, as if a bundle of firewood had been slashed across the ground: "The new students come up and introduce yourself, and we will do it according to the test results."

新到5班的有9个人，简泽安排在第六个上去做介绍。其他8个人里原来班级排序最低的也是8班的，只有他是11班来的。

The new students made an introduction, and the head teacher asked everyone to applaud and welcome them, and then told them to go back to their seats and do a good job, encouraging them to integrate into the class quickly and study hard.

Then the first class begins.

Jian Ze'an found that Class 5 is really different from Class 11. Once in class, apart from being asked to answer questions, there is only the teacher's voice.

Unlike class 11, there are always people making small noises below, such as whispering or laughing.

In class 5, no one spoke in class, and they were all listening carefully.

Jian Ze'an was actually a little uncomfortable, but he told himself that it was inevitable for a class with good grades.Where is the result if you are not serious.

He has studied hard during this period and practiced it. It is not difficult for him to concentrate, and he quickly settled down and integrated into it.

When the get out of class was over, the teacher procrastinated for a while. Jian Ze'an wanted to go to the bathroom, so he glanced at the wall clock in front of him. When the get out of class was finally over, he stood up immediately.

Then I realized that no one got up so quickly except myself.

The teacher who was still packing up the handouts on the desk looked up at him and frowned, as if he was dissatisfied.

The trouble caused Jian Ze'an's first reaction to be that he was wrong, and then he reacted strangely: Isn't this the end of get out of class?

He murmured to himself, but he still waited for the teacher to leave the classroom before going to the bathroom—he glanced back when he left the class, and there was still no movement from his classmates.

Jian Ze'an felt that the atmosphere of the new class was really strange.

This was the case for the next few classes.

When the math class was over, the math teacher left after finishing her lecture. Jian Ze'an didn't understand her last question, so she looked around.He is not familiar with the classmates around him, and he doesn't know who has good grades.

So I randomly picked a girl who was tidying up her notebooks and asked:

"Student, I'm sorry, may I ask why you did the third-to-last step of the last question the teacher said just now?"

The girl raised her eyes to see him, a look of surprise flashed across her face, but she still glanced at the notes Jian Ze'an had written in her notebook, and was about to speak.

Suddenly Jian Ze'an heard a moderate sneer beside him.

He frowned and looked up.

He was also newly transferred to class five.In the morning, I heard him introduce himself, his name is Zhang Jianfeng, he was transferred from class 2, and he emphasized it when he introduced himself. This time, he slipped to class 5 because of illness and mistakes during the midterm exam.He didn't say anything else, but the arrogance on his face was obvious.

The other party didn't look at Jian Ze'an at the moment, but there was a mocking expression on his face:

"It's so simple that I don't understand it."

He seemed to be talking to himself.

Jian Ze'an's face pulled down: "Are you laughing at me?"

Zhang Jianfeng turned his head exaggeratedly: "Ah? Student Jian Ze'an, right? What did you say?"

Jian Ze'an stood up from his seat: "Are you laughing at me?"

He repeated word for word.

Class 5 was originally very quiet, but now the atmosphere between the two of them was not right, and the surrounding students all looked over.

Zhang Jianfeng probably didn't expect him to be serious, and annoyance flashed across his face: "What's your business if I talk to myself? Whoever recognizes it will say so."

"Oh, I see." Jian Ze'an nodded.

Zhang Jianfeng glanced at him unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the person who was caressing just now was so light and flirtatious.But this was just right, and he just sneered at it casually, not wanting to really cause trouble.

"Tch." Seeing that Jian Ze'an looked away from him again, he also sneered, "There are people of all morals."

The author has something to say: Changed class~