let loose

The half-term exam is scheduled at the end of October. After the exam, it will be the school's annual autumn school sports meeting.

Under the heavy pressure of studying like a giant mountain, the arrival of the school sports meeting undoubtedly gave these students a chance to breathe.

Due to the bad weather, the physical education class on Wednesday afternoon was changed to indoors, and Xu Chenglin came to class six to wander around.

"We have a lot of girls in our class, so you just pick and choose. It's OK if one person signs up for each project." Xu Chenglin swept around the students sitting below, "For boys, you have to work harder. There are [-] boys in our class. That is to say, every boy must apply for at least one project to ensure that no project abstains, and some even apply for two.”

"Does everyone have to sign up?"

A boy asked.

"That's not necessarily the case," Xu Chenglin said, taking out a registration form, "If you really don't want to participate, then I can't force you, can I? This sports meeting adopts a points system, and you all know that classes with high points can be quantified by overtime. , Think about it for yourself, Zheng Qiran, take this registration form down for everyone to fill out, and I will collect it on Friday."

Finally, it was time for the sports committee to perform. Zheng Qiran stood up from his seat and said forcefully, "Don't worry, teacher, I am confident that our class will definitely get high marks, don't you think so!"

"Correct!"

Everyone spoke in unison.

Most high school students have one thing in common, they don't admit defeat, don't admit defeat, and love to fight.The "competition" here is reflected in all aspects, not just learning.

No matter which aspect, "No.1" is always the goal.

Getting the highest class quantitative score can naturally greatly satisfy the self-esteem in the hearts of these students who are not willing to show others.

In the past two days, Zheng Qiran wandered around the classroom with a registration form.The single-person event is almost completed, and the temporary selection of people at the group event site is enough, but this 3000-meter long-distance race is still empty.

Seeing that the registration form was about to be handed in, Zheng Qiran was a little anxious.

Lin Pingping unscrewed the thermos cup, just in line with his eyes, drank slowly, and said: "Don't look at me, I was worn to the upper limit by you, one high jump and one 800 meters, and another 3000 meters run I'm going to die of exhaustion."

"Didn't one of the boys register?" Chu Qingci flipped through the list, "Li Xiaoguang." Seeing the name, he turned his head and gave a thumbs up to the 3000-meter Du Miaomiao in class six sitting behind him.

Li Xiaoguang is slightly chubby, but his eyes are quite big. He smiled back at him, "I plan to take physical education next semester, and try to run during the sports meeting."

"Come on! I like you, Ollie!" Xu Xiao, who was cleaning the blackboard on the podium, clenched her fist and made a cheering gesture.

"If no one participates, we will abstain." Song Mian took the registration form from Chu Qingci's hand, looked at it from the beginning and filled out the registration form, "Recover points in other events."

The cohesion of the sixth class was unexpectedly good. On the list, except for the long-distance running, all other events were participated.

"I'll run the 3000 meters," Tian Xin raised her head from the pile of books, "just in time to lose weight."

"What are you doing?" Zheng Qiran didn't agree with Tian Xin's coming, "I'm so skinny that I'm so skinny."

"Fuck you, write your name on it!" Tian Xin insisted.

……

In the self-study class on Thursday afternoon, Chu Xiaonan crowded in for a class meeting.

Chu Xiaonan opened the lesson plan, put his hands on the edge of the podium, and said: "In order to show the vitality of the students of No. 1 Middle School, the school decided to give each class a one-minute performance time in front of the rostrum on the day of the opening ceremony. This performance must reflect the vitality of each class. The style of the class. I won’t participate in our class, I will leave this matter to you, and it’s up to you whether you want to sing or dance.”

As soon as Chu Xiaonan said this, the students below started arguing.

"Damn it, are the leaders of our school stimulated by something? Is the next door Sheng Guang holding a sports meeting next week?"

"You have 2G signal, right? Shengguang finished it last week, okay, it took three days! I heard that there will be Cospy, and there will be a cultural performance in the evening."

"I heard that the homepage of the city forum is floating, and there are various shows, and there is also a self-display section."

"Sure enough, it's still for the battle with Sheng Guang. Is our school going to be lingering with the neighbor next door, you are the wind and I am the sand?"

In the past, every sports meeting of No. [-] Middle School was quite standard and nothing new. Since last semester, the city's No. [-] was snatched away by Shengguang next door, No. [-] Middle School has been completely blackened. Games, it is bound to remove the hat of the sick man of sports.

When the class was buzzing, Song Mian was painstakingly reciting the pipa.In the morning Ye Qing had back pain, Song Mian was unfortunately drawn, he hesitated for a long time and didn't fart.

Ye Qing gave him an ultimatum, before noon tomorrow, he must finish reciting, go to the office, and recite one-on-one.

"The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers."

"The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers."

"The big string is noisy..."

"Don't carry it like this."

Hearing that Song Mian was still spinning in circles after 10 minutes of memorization, Jiang Zhou interrupted him at the right time. He dug his hands from the belly of the table and took out a textual annotation. Read the full text, and translate the article by yourself according to this annotation."

"Need to translate?" Song Mian glanced at Jiang Zhou's thick annotation and almost cried.

"If you only memorize an article for a short time, then your hard work all morning is meaningless." Jiang Zhou stuffed the annotation into Song Mian's arms, "You know how to infer other things from one instance, and you are not suitable for rote memorization. In this case, It will be much easier to memorize ancient prose combined with vernacular Chinese.”

Song Mian can adapt poems as he likes, and the meaning and situation are all correct, which shows that his brain is active, and rote memorization limits his original performance.

"Really?" Song Mian felt that Jiang Zhou was praising him, and she was secretly happy, her thigh under the desk deliberately bumped into Jiang Zhou's thigh, "How do you know what kind of person I am? Are you Have you been secretly following me?"

Jiang Zhou glanced at him, let his thighs mess around, and only said, "Hurry up and carry it."

"OK!"

Chu Xiaonan gave the students enough time to discuss, and after 10 minutes, she patted the desk: "When the time comes, the uniforms will be unified, and Song Mian and Yang Luoluo will take full responsibility. I will leave the rest of the class to you. I hope that every student will actively participate in the discussion and express their own ideas, do you hear me?"

Students: "I heard it!"

……

There is less than a week before the school sports meeting, so time is tight.As soon as the physical education class was over, no one borrowed sports equipment, and the group sat in a circle on the rubber track to discuss stage performances.

Xu Xiao: "According to what I've heard so far, there are B-Boxes, women's big guys, hip-hop dancers, and cool monsters on the scene. We need to have something different in our class."

"Otherwise, how about reciting poems?" Zhang Jin looked like he was about to cry, and wiped away the non-existent tears on his face artificially, "He doesn't work hard when he's young, but it's just sad when he's old!"

"I think dancing is good, that kind of funny dance." Yang Luoluo said.

"When it comes to being funny, I have one," Lin Pingping said, "but it might be a little childish."

"Say it straight, don't care if you're young or not." Song Mian leaned back, hooked Jiang Zhou's little finger on the track, raised his eyebrows at Jiang Zhou, and said, "We're still children."

Zheng Qiran very much agreed: "Yes, we are still children!"

Jiang Zhou turned his eyes, glanced sideways at Song Mian, pulled out his little finger expressionlessly, twisted the back of Song Mian's hand and squeezed it hard.

"It hurts~" Song Mian withdrew her hands, frowned slightly, and mouthed to him, saying it hurts, but the corners of her mouth were raised.

After discussing for half a class, I finally decided on a stage performance.As for the rest, after discussion, the whole class unanimously agreed to division of labor and cooperation.Girls are responsible for buying costumes and designing performances, while boys are responsible for the logistics and pre-coolies on the day of the sports meeting.

……

One autumn rain and one cold, at the end of October, wearing a school uniform jacket is no longer enough to resist the cold wind.

Before the sports meeting, the students of No. [-] Middle School ushered in the midterm exam.

For the students of key high schools, it has long been commonplace to parachute an exam from time to time. The midterm exam is nothing more than the so-called weekly exam.

The school arranges the last week of October clearly, with the mid-term exam on Monday and Tuesday, and the remaining three days for the school sports meeting.

Even so, it was enough to excite the children of the No. [-] Middle School who had been squeezed by their studies for several days.

The mid-term exam is arranged according to the results of the last preliminary exam. Jiang Zhou is in seat 1 of Class 32 on the fourth floor of Gewu Building.Song Mian is at seat [-] of Class [-] on the first floor of Gewu Building.If you look at the two examination rooms from a mathematical point of view, they are exactly the opposite corners of the Gewu Building, and the connected line is called a diagonal.

From a geographical point of view, that is the furthest distance from Gewulou.

The sun was rare on Monday morning, and Gewulou was usually noisy.

Song Mian carried her bag on one shoulder, followed Jiang Zhou up to the fourth floor without any pressure, and entered a class of classrooms.The exam seat is a single table for one person, and Jiang Zhou's seat is at the door, and a white paper with 1 written on it is pasted in the upper right corner.

A class of examination room gathered all the top students in the second grade group, from the first to the 1nd in the grade.Song Mian, the first-to-last candidate in the sixth-to-last exam room, didn't feel at all incompatible with the school bully here.

"I want to worship God."

Turning a blind eye to the probing or fearful gazes around her, Song Mian squatted beside Jiang Zhou's desk, her chin resting on the edge of the desk, her eyes were clear, and she stared at Jiang Zhou's eyes.

Jiang Zhou was taking out a pen and paper from his schoolbag. Hearing this, his delicate eyebrows frowned briefly, and he lowered his eyes to look back.

"Why?"

It's crazy.

He still remembers that idiot offender two in the basic test, but when Song Mian uttered almost the same language as last time, he even forgot to refuse, and even in the three words he said, no matter how he split them To interpret, it can only point to connivance.

"Give me your hand." Song Mian bent his eyes, stretched his right hand under the desk, and grabbed Jiang Zhou's left hand hanging by his leg.

"Ooh-"

There was a gasp from the side.

Song Mian glanced at the back, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Jiang Zhou didn't break free, nor did he make a sound.The two hold hands countless times every day, and now, he has learned not to make hypocritical struggles, and let Song Mian hold hands silently.

"Take a good exam."

After a moment, he said.

Song Mian smiled, "I'm trying my best, at least I can recite the pipa guild, and if I meet the dictation, I'm sure I won't lose points."

As the weather got colder, Song Mian added a white thin sweater to her school uniform jacket. Although her body was no longer cold, her hands were still cold, and her fingertips were freezing cold.

Jiang Zhou's fault, Jiang Zhou's hand was still warm, so warm that it was a little dry, Song Mian held that hand tightly, counting the time in his heart.

After 30 seconds, Song Mian let go, stood up quickly, and quickly tapped Jiang Zhou's nose, "I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he put on his bag, and without giving anyone a chance to react, he turned around and walked out of a class of classrooms under the dumbfounded gazes of all the bullies around him.

Jiang Zhou froze for a while, blinked his eyes a few times, felt the cold skin on the tip of his nose, and waited quietly for his heartbeat to calm down.