let loose

The temperature is getting higher and higher, the air conditioner is retired, and the old ceiling fan on the classroom ceiling starts to squeak and spin.

Accompanied by the luxuriant foliage and the unbearably hot summer, half of the semester is quietly over, and at the same time, there is also the graduation season of this year's senior high school students.

After the half-term exam, the Gewu Zhizhi teaching building was closed for two days, and the exam room was empty for the last mock exam of the senior year.When I return to school, I can see graduates all over the campus, and occasionally I will meet one or two who come to Gewulou to thank the teachers.

On Wednesday afternoon, senior high school students took graduation photos together, and the physical education class that had been snapped up by teachers of various subjects became an orphan who no one cared about.Xu Chenglin stepped into the classroom and gave an order, and the students of class six came out of the chrysalis. The scene was mighty, like a group of reform-through-labour prisoners who hadn’t seen the sun for 80 years!

Most of the football field was photographed by graduates, and the borrowed football was instantly useless. They gave up playing football and became spectators, enjoying the sun and chatting.

"The one in uniform over there, see? Hiss~ that leg, that waist~ oh~"

"You have bad eyesight. The one with short hair looks better. Look at how white the skin is and how hot the figure is, tsk."

"Speaking of which, which class was the one who read the manuscript at the swearing-in meeting last time?" Zheng Qiran suddenly raised his voice, "I remember it was Qiu Haini, right? The school belle of last year?"

Unable to listen any longer, Song Mian bent his arm and gave the man an elbow, "I advise you two to keep your voice down."

"Okay, let's go to the rostrum to have a look, there are not many beautiful ones here." Zheng Qiran quickly stood up.

Song Mian rolled her eyes, and continued to rest against Jiang Zhou.

"It's cool!" Zhang Jin covered the upper half of his face with a piece of cardboard, lying on his back with his head resting on Peng Yang's stomach, expressing his feelings of being a scumbag in the review stage: "It's so cool not to go to class, what about democracy and freedom, what about politics History, fuck you, I don’t want to study, I just want to sleep! Sleep!”

After Song Mian listened silently, he wished he could applaud loudly, these words really spoke his heart.

The scumbags are suffering from study.

After returning from the last competition, Jiang Zhou started a half-month devil teaching for him.In this mid-term exam, Song Mian finally broke away from the bottom-ranked army, and his individual rank in the class jumped to 25th, his grade also got rid of the bottom-decimal digits, and he even passed the Chinese language.

The best grade since he was promoted to the second year of high school, Ye Qing was taken aback by his grade of 95, the composition score was astonishingly high, but the surprise was nothing but surprise, after all, he was happy for him, and he was specially named in class to praise , and contacted Shu Yan several times in private.

Of course, this is all the result of the painstaking efforts of Progress himself in the short ten days without sleep.The ending is extremely tragic, and the process is full of songs and tears.Although the fruit set period is long and the fruit is small, fortunately it is fruitful.

"Hey, Zhang Jin, put your head down, I'm about to be crushed to death by you." Peng Yang bent his legs and pushed him up.

"Move forward by yourself." Zhang Jin closed his eyes, "I don't want to move, let me rest, even if Sister Nan is here, I will not move."

"Forget it." Peng Yang fell to the ground, acting like a gossamer: "I really don't want to move."

"Hey, hey! Hurry up, hurry up, I seem to see her!"

Zheng Qiran and Lin Pingping, who were on the front line of the US expedition, trotted over, waving as they ran, not knowing what they had discovered.Judging from the wretchedness of these two sneaky running postures like thieves, it must not be a serious matter.

"I rely on truth and falsehood, where are you?" The two people who had just sworn to death immediately raised their heads, "Are you sure it's her?"

"Yeah, didn't you say you always wear a high ponytail! I've seen the photos several times." Zheng Qiran pointed to a group of boys and girls posing with cosplay characters under the rostrum, "Here, that's the one, Class 38, Bai The one with the hair! Two ponytails, just pretending to be a sister!"

"Let me go? Sister Qiong?"

Zhang Jin, a typical nerd boy who has been persecuted by comics in the island country, almost took off when he heard the words, "It's ok! Our school can still play with such a big scale!"

The surprised expression couldn't hide the dirty joy that was about to pop out of this guy's words. After he finished speaking, he rolled over, jumped up from Peng Yang's belly, got up and lifted his crotch, turned around and ran away without saying a word, like a tornado, Leave a sentence: "Let's go first!"

Seeing a few boys jumping and jumping across half of the lawn in seconds, Song Mian raised her head and glanced at the two laughing and giggling, with puzzled eyes: "Who is sister Qiong?"

"Hey, here's another naive one." Zheng Qiran smiled maliciously, and fell in love with Song Mian's sharp gaze.

He moved his buttocks, moved to the edge of the river boat, took advantage of the cover of his body to secretly take out his mobile phone, and swiped twice to flip out a picture.

Tori is an anime character with scantily clad clothes and a flushed face, with an obscene expression visible to the naked eye, and the actions he is doing are completely indescribable.

Lin Pingping covered his mouth and laughed until his shoulders were shaking.

"Fuck." Song Mian only hastily glanced at it, and his eyes were too hot, no matter how tempting Zheng Qiran was, he refused to look at it again.

Jiang Zhou kept his eyelids down, looking very serious.This picture was placed in front of him, following Zheng Qiran's description when he tempted Song Mian to open his eyes, he looked at each picture for a while, and then said without raising his eyes: "The structure of the human body in this picture is wrong."

These words successfully brought Zheng Qiran, who was eloquent, to an abrupt end.

Who would have thought that a normal adult man would not only keep his breathing steady from beginning to end when facing naked pictures of beautiful women, but also be distracted to observe the human body structure of each picture?

Song Mian originally wanted to say something to ease the embarrassment, but before he could speak, a loud shout came from a distance:

"graduating!"

So he had to give up.

The gardenias in the flower beds of the school are in bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers is blown up by the wind and scattered in the air.

The rain in the early morning was overwhelming and menacing. There were several puddles of water on the cement floor downstairs of the complex. Some of the messy paper on the ground had been mixed into the muddy water, and some were rolled into balls, so wet that it was hard to tell the original appearance.

Last night's evening self-study was the last night of sitting in the classroom for the third year of senior high school. Before the end of get out of class, I don't know which class started first.

This can be regarded as a way for graduates to vent. After three years of hard work and three years of hard work, at this moment, it seems that all the pressure has been lifted and the long-awaited freedom has been gained.

After all, I was worried about taking the exam, and most of the things I tore were the drafts I used in daily use, but the whole building was added up, enough to make the floor of this building white.

There is no examination room in the third-year teaching building. After the college entrance examination, the second-year students who were originally in the Gewu Building will move directly to the comprehensive building.

Cleaning is a physical activity that requires patience and physical strength.

Behind him, Zheng Qiran beckoned to his friends, and a bunch of classmates would come and play with each other as usual.Song Mian took a pair of pliers and joined forces with Jiang Zhou to clean up the debris in the small flower bed.

"Hey shit!"

All of a sudden, Lin Pingping let out a groan, and when he saw it, he realized that his nose had been touched by a paper airplane of unknown origin.

It didn't hurt, but it was frightening. He picked up the paper plane and found words on it. He opened it and saw that it read: "Go to your mother's college entrance examination! I won't lose to you!"

"Looks like there's a follow-up." Song Mian laughed out loud. Not long after, a plane fell in front of him, and the right wing folded in.

Jiang Zhou came over and picked up the plane and took it apart. There was also a passage on it, which read: "May you, a stranger, have a bright future."

"Every June, we will always usher in such a day, year after year." On the radio after the morning reading, Lao Huang's voice seemed hoarse than his original tone, "Children, you will be more mature in the future than you are now, think The way of questioning is more comprehensive, and you will be braver than now, and your shoulders will be broader, and you will grow into better you. As for me, on such a day, I just want to say to you, Qingyun Wanli, the teacher does not ask you How high you fly, I just ask you to fly steadily. I hope you will always remember that no matter when, no matter where, you must be a person with sunshine in your heart and know how to be grateful. Don't do something small for good, and don't do evil It’s a small thing. All roads lead to the future, I wish you all a smooth journey and peace of mind.”

In these years as the director of moral education, Lao Huang has read countless radio scripts, but what he is most impressed with is the farewell script that he writes and reads by himself every year before the graduates go on a long journey.This is not a long sentence, and it carries the exhortations that he will never fail as a teacher.

It is not only a blessing, but also a beating.

The sadness of parting and the joy of looking forward to the future journey are intertwined, forming the midsummer memories with energetic faces one after another.

On a certain road in the campus, you can see students wearing school uniforms, standing upright and listening attentively. Some students have not even finished listening, and slowly cover their faces that have been crying for some time.

Graduation season is a season with complicated emotions and frequent alternation of laughter and tears.

The blackboard that is always filled with chalk, the teacher who repeatedly nagging on the podium, the endless mathematical formulas, the mornings that never get enough sleep, the big school uniform that I dislike but has been wearing for three years seriously, the boy with flying clothes on the court, Every unspoken heartbeat under the shady tree, together with the shredded paper of various shapes on the floor, becomes that year, once.