Xueba, wake up

The aftertaste of the sports meeting completely dissipated within two days. The round of review is coming to an end, and the second round of warm-up has already started for both Chinese and English.

Tutorial plans, workbooks, various materials, test papers from this famous school, test papers from that famous school, test papers from all over the world...

The review is mixed with a lot of exercises. After class, the broadcasting is notifying the representatives of each class to go to the XX office to pick up new materials. The pace is getting faster and faster, and it is a bit overwhelming.

A group of people compete for rankings openly and secretly, and no one can see who gets more points in the test, especially those who study hard. Everyone is talking about it, and every time they stand in line before running exercises, they can see the class leader masturbating with others Sleeves quarrel picture.

However, Lao Zheng didn't think he was nervous enough. Every morning, he would show them a video of a certain middle school's [-]-day swearing-in meeting, and then pour chicken soup with impassioned enthusiasm. He had already broken two stylus pens.

Fortunately, the tense life is still a bit adjusted.He Zhonghe and Yansheng went to school together in the morning, and in the evening they wandered home together under the street lights for some reason, listening to the listening test with earphones alone, busy with self-study and class.

The winter in the third year of high school was extremely cold, and there was haze every morning. When I walked outside against the wind, there was a faint smell of smoke in the air that is unique to heating in the north.

In the past few days, the two of them got up early to recite the essays, but they never saw the breakfast shop of the teacher's wife again, maybe it was too cold and too dark in the morning.

He Zhonghe watched the mist disappear into the air instantly while breathing heavily, and at the same time took a cheap swishing step and bumped into Yansheng's body.

Both of them were wearing winter school uniforms, and they were bumping back and forth in dusty piles.Under the dark street lights in the morning, there are many dusty seniors on campus, but most of them are alone.

"You've lost your sleepiness." Yan Sheng yawned.

"I'm still sleepy." He Zhonghe yawned a long time due to the infection. He skipped a few steps, "And it's cold."

Yan Sheng turned his head to look at him, then reached out and grabbed his pants.

Now his sleepiness dissipated instantly: "Fuck, what are you doing?"

"You might as well roll up your trousers and show your ankles to be a spirited guy." Yan Sheng frowned, feeling helpless, "It's so boring not to wear long johns."

"You look like my mother." He Zhonghe curled his lips and explained, "The school uniform pants are close to the legs, and it's too ugly to wear a pair of pants inside."

"Who's looking at you? Your eyes are as long as the book." Yan Sheng said.

"Then I don't know who will read it, yes, who will read it." He Zhonghe's tone turned around.

Now He Zhonghe can sometimes let go and say something shameless.

Yan Sheng laughed silently for a while: "Wear me thicker tomorrow, or no one will see you."

He Zhonghe also suppressed a smile, the feeling of being controlled was particularly good.

In an instant, my heart was so sweet that I wanted to shout.

At the beginning of December, this is the last monthly exam of this semester except for the final.

It's astonishingly fast, halfway through the third year of high school, it's like stepping on hot wheels.

He Zhonghe and Yansheng have been like two ruthless learning machines lately, making Shi Yujie embarrassed to hide in the back row all day and play the main game Doudi, pretending to memorize and brush up questions after class.

On the day of the monthly exam, the three exam rooms were on the same floor, Yan Sheng and Shi Yujie were in the same exam room, and He Zhonghe was next door to them.

After the second math test, He Zhonghe was stunned. He didn't write down the last two final questions on purpose, but he was really stumped, so he held back a few formulas.

So he left the first two big questions empty, and the answer sheet was completely blank.

Among the crowd discussing the questions and reviewing the next subject in the corridor after the exam, He Zhonghe squeezed the next door to find Yansheng: "Are you right?"

"Let's review." Yan Sheng firmly refused, "If you lose your mind, you won't be able to take the comprehensive essay."

"Hey!" He Zhonghe was quite listless at first, and thought it would be difficult to pass this time, but Yan Sheng didn't look too good, he was amused, "Are you scared too?"

"Up to 90." Yan Sheng said, "It must be lower than you."

With the reassurance of Xueba, He Zhonghe's writing in the last two subjects was completely released. When everyone around him was immersed in the sadness of mathematics, he was doing the questions, so happy that he wanted to jump his legs. At the risk of being publicly executed by the entire ministry, he wrote it all over in cursive fonts.

After two full days of exams, he was still happy when he returned to the classroom to pack his things in the evening.

Sometimes at the end, when the most critical time is reached, the test is not only about strength, but also about ability to resist pressure and mentality. For example, some people in the small class last month were not good at mentality, and the top few fell directly. The altar has since disappeared from the grade list.

He Zhonghe felt that although he got up and studied with his eyelids propped up before 05:30 every day, his mentality was very good, and he was even very happy when he was being whipped around like a small spinning top.

It may be because the first two years were too comfortable, and I studied hard at first, which was a very fresh experience, and the whole body went smoothly.

It feels so good to try to get better slowly.

But this time it seemed to be too cool, and it turned out to be a bit floating.

Floating to the sky.

When the grades came out on Wednesday, Lao Zheng pasted the grades on the wall, and immediately called He Zhonghe to the office.

"Niu, I really have you, you are this." Lao Zheng was very excited, and he gave two thumbs up as soon as he sat down, almost talking nonsense, "I knew when you dyed your hair back. Hurry up."

He Zhonghe picked up the report card on his desk and glanced at it from top to bottom. There was a 5 printed on the ranking column of "He Zhonghe".

He froze for a moment. This was an unexpected situation. Although the last two subjects were done very smoothly, the mathematics was a mess, and there were still a lot of empty questions as before. He did not expect to be in this position. In the early ten.

"I went to the marking room and copied all the information on your paper." Lao Zheng obviously didn't believe his grades at first, so he went to pick it up by himself. Of course, he was slapped in the face. The subjective questions and objective questions are at the same level. It wasn't copied, "Tell me, the first two math questions that Shi Yujie can do, why did you leave them blank?"

Shi Yujie looked drowsy at the back of the cat book and looked at the geography questions, and sneezed unexpectedly.

"There is also Wen Zong, and English is the same. I went to the English team office to ask your English teacher, and she said that you could write Hengshui before." Lao Zheng stared at him, with a look of digging out treasures from the trash. expression.

He Zhonghe didn't say anything, and the deliberate low score in the test was exposed a little quickly.

"If you fill in all the blank questions, you will get at least this point." Lao Zheng took out a sheet from a stack of torn papers, and scratched a big "687".

"The score is not high. This time the question is difficult, and it is generally low." Lao Zheng drew a "9" on the paper again, "Re-ranked in the rank of the grade department, beheading more than half of the people in the small class."

Seeing Lao Zheng's face flushed with excitement, He Zhonghe felt very happy, but his joy and sorrow were mixed.He didn't know how to explain to Lao Zheng the intentional blank questions, and he didn't know how to ask Lao Zheng to help him hide his grades.

It is impossible for Du Lanzhen not to know that the report card is sent to the parent group after the monthly exam.

"I'm just lucky," He Zhonghe waved his hand, trying to shake old Zheng Ruju's gaze away, "I was so hurt by the questions that I lost my mind when I was doing the questions that Shi Yujie would do. I really don't know how to do some questions." .”

Shi Yujie was drooling and geography, so he had to answer the question, and was woken up again by a sneeze, cursing.

"Stop being poor." Old Zheng stared at him.

"No poverty, really teacher, I'm just so amazing." He Zhonghe said.

Old Zheng dragged him around for a whole self-study class, but He Zhonghe didn't give a reason, nor did he promise that he wouldn't do it next time.

"89." Yan Sheng pinched his grade slip. Although the top ranking was still 1, the math was indeed ridiculously low and he failed.

He Zhonghe watched him clip the grade slips into the little folder where he kept his previous grades. He had already saved a lot, and the side of the hanging books looked pretty nice.

He stretched out his hand and flicked the large cluster of grade strips twice: "How much is your comprehensive essay?"

"271." Yan Sheng said.

"...fuck." He Zhonghe instantly wanted to pull down the handful of grade slips and throw them away.

"I'll give you the first place in our class right away," Yan Sheng smiled, "Come and get it at the end of the semester."

"It's out of reach." He Zhonghe sighed, buried his face in his arms, and said sullenly.

It was the same way last time. Once I passed the exam, I felt bitter and bitter, and even deliberately left empty questions, writing on the draft paper and sneaking back to correct the answers.

Yan Sheng looked at his jet-black hair in puzzlement, the dull hair that was pinched for him at noon was all collapsed and limp.

He stretched out his arms and took down the two boxes of banana milk that were hot on the radiator, put them in his hand, and touched his hand: "Get up and tell me a question."

This trick really worked, He Zhonghe sat up straight all of a sudden, quickly put on an air of pointing Jiangshan, cleared his throat: "Bring me the paper."

Yan Sheng took out the test paper that had actually been corrected, and put it on his side.

"There is a condition for giving you a lecture." He Zhonghe didn't put on airs for a few seconds, and then he was limp again. "If I quarrel with my mother tonight, you have to take me in."

Yan Sheng nodded because he didn't know. He didn't imagine how it would be like for Aunt Du to argue with her precious son who was afraid of melting in his mouth.

When he came home from self-study next night, he directly forgot about it, so when he saw Aunt Du standing in the dark corridor, he was shocked.

The corridor windows are open all year round, and in winter it is extremely cold and windy.

"Why did you come back so late?" Du Lanzhen stood in the darkness, speaking quickly, and asked He Zhonghe in a suppressed voice.

He came back not too late today, and went home with Yansheng after ringing the bell, even much earlier than usual.

This is my mother's state is not right again.

It's over.

Although it was expected, He Zhonghe was still a little panicked when facing his mother who was about to explode again, and now he really wanted to go back to the classroom and squat overnight.

"Tell me." My mother's voice was still calm, and her tone was almost uncontrollable.

"You go back first." He Zhonghe touched Yan Sheng who was stunned aside, then opened the door and pushed his mother in.

The moment the door was closed, my mother yelled in my ears: "Fly to your wonderful world! I shouldn't have named you He at that time! He's a fart, you should be called He Zhong Yangyu, squatting on the mound Don't even think about going anywhere!"

"You just don't want to stay here, don't you hide it from me, you are happy without your mother, you celebrate with a whip, right! You will be happy when I die, go wherever you want!" Du Lanzhen's voice was at the top of the voice, Eyes are red.

"Mom," He Zhonghe saw his mother's tears streaming down his face, feeling distressed and irritable, he patted her arm, "Don't talk like that."

"What did I say? Isn't this what you want!" Du Lanzhen threw him away, hysterical, "Don't think I don't know what you think, want to go to college outside? Go, go tomorrow, wherever you like , don’t have to wait until after the college entrance examination!”

"No, mom, calm down." The bulging veins on her forehead and her increasingly irregular breathing made He Zhonghe a little flustered.

Again.

It was that expression again, that state.

Nervous, dazed, hysterical, neurotic, weird.

What the hell is going on here.

Flying Dog heard the movement on the balcony, and barked accordingly. The little dog's voice was particularly loud, which made people even more irritable.

"Pinch that little girl of yours," Du Lanzhen walked over and kicked the balcony door hard, pointing at him, "Don't even think about it for the rest of your life!"

Flying Dog fell silent for an instant, probably trembling too.

"Your birthday is this week, right? I've been talking about it for a long time. I said I would take you on a trip. Let me tell you that you don't even think about it now!" Du Lanzhen shouted, "You are not allowed to go anywhere. If you get used to it, you won't be able to come back. It's gone, no one outside will know!"

A string of illogical but very creepy words.

Du Lanzhen didn't faint this time, but she was still weird enough and hysterical enough.

The good mood that was enough to make He Zhonghe study happily these days suddenly plummeted and fell to the bottom.

But he could only bear with it, and followed his mother, suppressing the irritability and panic that was about to erupt, coaxing her, so as not to go directly to the hospital like last time.

In the end, his ears were so buzzing that he couldn't hear his mother's roar. He coaxed his mother mechanically until she was finally tired. He exhausted all his strength to finish the strange fire, and then slammed the door into the bedroom with a loud bang. A row of flowers on the window sill trembled.

After a while, the cause of his anger was that his son got good grades in the exam.

He Zhonghe stood in the middle of the living room, looking at the glass that his mother broke when he was furious just now, it was so outrageous that he wanted to laugh.

Suddenly I don't want to do anything, just stand there without moving, not even thinking about breathing.

What kind of shit study, what shit college entrance examination, what shit grades, what shit birthday, all of them are set on fire and burnt up, fuck him.

The long silence and the irritability that was about to explode in his heart grew louder and louder. At this time, there was an abrupt knock on the door, which temporarily pulled him back.

He Zhonghe dragged his numb legs and walked over to open the door wearily.

"...I heard some movement." Yan Sheng looked inside, and saw that there were broken glass cups all over the floor, "Are you all right?"

He Zhonghe stood straight and looked at him.

The dull and irritating huge hyperbaric chamber seemed to be broken open suddenly.

Put aside the shit, the shit, the shit and so on.

He wanted to escape now for a breath of fresh air.

He Zhonghe took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his voice was hoarse: "Go to your house."