Five years simulation three years first

The third year of high school started with a turbulent cleaning, followed by a thorough examination.

It seems that in order to confirm what the teachers said before, "the third year of high school is a single-plank bridge in life", compared with the previous semester, the questions of this exam caught everyone by surprise in terms of difficulty and novelty.

It's like giving everyone a warning, warning that you must never treat the next year's study with the arrogant attitude of the previous semester.

The evening self-study of the third year of senior high school began to require everyone to participate. The number of people in the evening class was more than half that of before, but they did not make a scene, but mechanically held takeaway boxes to eat.

Tai Mei strolled to the back of the classroom with a textbook in her hand, looked at the poster with "ideal colleges" written all over it and sighed.

Tang Qian's mood was not much better. Hearing him sighing and sighing by his side made him uncomfortable. He frowned and asked, "Why are you sighing?"

"I'm thinking."

Tai Mei flipped through two pages of the book, and sighed with a complicated complexion: "I'm thinking about where I can take the exam."

Feng Zhou just came back from the teaching office, holding several stacks of papers in his hand.

Seeing this, Tang Qian wailed in pain: "Can I get the answer wrong?"

"As you wish," Feng Zhou said before sending the answer, "You said the same thing last time."

The teaching office of the No. [-] Middle School will print out the answers to the exams and distribute them to the students every time. The euphemistic name is to let everyone master the ability to estimate scores and lay a solid foundation for future volunteer applications.

However, it has been a while since the voluntary report for the college entrance examination was changed to the report after the score, and this rule has not been revoked.

Yu Shaochun came in after Feng Zhou, carrying a takeaway in his hand, and stopped him when he heard the words: "Stop posting, let's eat first."

Five or six piles of white answer papers stood on the podium, occupying a lot of space.Feng Zhou's obsessive-compulsive disorder was causing trouble, he felt a little confused, and panicked.

Tang Qian wiped away his tears: "Mr. Yu, you are such a good person, you really take care of us, woo woo woo—"

Yu Shaochun continued: "At least give them a chance to have their heads cut off."

...What a decapitated meal.

Tang Qian was speechless and choked, buried his head in cooking.

Li Guohao was active, he stretched his head to look at the answer on the table, and silently read his answer in his heart, following a string of ABCDs.

A classmate sitting in the front row looked at him for a long time in fear, and asked tentatively, "How...how?"

Li Guohao didn't speak, raised his head silently, walked slowly to the back of the classroom, and stood side by side with Tai Mei.

Tai Mei was surprised: "What's wrong with you? Bewitched?"

Li Guohao shook his head: "When I first started school, I started thinking about which school I could get into, but now..."

He sighed and looked up the last school: "I have to count up from the last one."

Feng Zhou couldn't be bothered to care about the drama addiction of this group of people, so after thinking for a while, he neatly stacked the papers and put them on the podium, and followed Yu Shaochun back to his seat for dinner.

Yu Shaochun opened the takeaway box for him: "Do you think the question is difficult?"

Feng Zhou paused for a moment after breaking away the chopsticks: "I think it's okay."

"Is it just okay?" Yu Shaochun asked, "You usually don't say that."

Feng Zhou was a little curious: "Then what should I usually say?"

"Average..."

Yu Shaochun coughed lightly, and began to learn in a tone of voice: "This time the question is very simple. I came up with three methods in the examination room, but I still think the first one is the best..."

Feng Zhou raised his eyebrows: "Is this the kind of person I am in your heart?"

"Not really." Yu Shaochun took a piece of meat from his own bowl and threw it to him, "This kind of words left the deepest impression on me, anyway, the first sentence you said to me was this tone."

Feng Zhou sighed silently in his heart.

He himself knows that he has this problem, but it is very difficult to get rid of it. It is as deep-rooted as obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it will be very uncomfortable if he does not correct it.

Tai Mei drifted past the two of them: "I'm on a hunger strike, why am I so good? What kind of god can answer such a low score—"

He stopped abruptly and looked back at the food of the two: "Why is the food so delicious?"

This group of people became obsessed with the game "Pro Evolution Soccer" during the holidays. They used krypton gold to draw football stars.

Tai Mei was one of them. He was fed up with takeaway food, so he felt sick to his stomach when he saw the food in the cafeteria. He would rather go to the canteen to buy bread than eat rice mixed with detergent.

Yu Shaochun teased him: "I just heard someone say they're on a hunger strike."

Tai Mei cried and said with a sad face: "I was wrong, Mr. Yu, people are like iron rice or steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry."

He sat down in front with a bit of grievance, and sighed: "My mother quit her job and went home to accompany me in the college entrance examination, but I was so panicked."

Feng Zhou looked up at him: "What are you panicking about?"

"I always feel that our family entrusts all their hopes to me," Tai Mei said, "I always tell me that if you don't pass the exam, you will ruin the rest of your life. If you don't study hard, you can do whatever you want. Our family's hope is all on you." ...Although I also wanted to get a high score, I really tried my best."

Yu Shaochun looked at him with interest: "Have you really tried your best?"

Tai Mei was speechless.

"I don't know what you look like?" Yu Shaochun said, "Relying on a clever head to take advantage of the loopholes to find skills, always thinking of avoiding detours."

Tai Mei let out an "ah", then lowered her head in silence and thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe."

"It's your fault that you still want to take advantage of the loopholes. The fault of your family is that they put too much pressure on you." Yu Shaochun hit the nail on the head without showing any mercy.

Feng Zhou listened to him giving ideological education to his younger classmates, the corners of his lips raised slightly, he didn't speak, but just listened quietly.

Tai Mei was a bit displeased because someone exposed her secret thoughts: "But even if I work hard, I probably won't get too high in the exam. If I can, I will or won't. I—— "

Yu Shaochun interrupted him: "Efforts may not necessarily result in results, but there will be no results if you don't work hard."

Kind of philosophical.

Then he changed the subject: "Did you forget the mountain of books in Feng Xueba's house? His first grade didn't come from nothing, it was all due to hard work."

Feng Zhou paused with his chopsticks: "Don't pull me out."

Tai Mei sat on the chair with her head down, and stroked the thread ends hanging from the tablecloth. She didn't know whether Yu Shaochun's words entered his heart or not.

Yu Shaochun felt that what he said just now was indeed a bit heavy, and was about to comfort him a few more tactfully, when he suddenly heard the back door being pushed open with a "bang".

Tan Yuanzhao carried a glass fish tank into the classroom, sweating profusely.

A group of students who were still sad just now were frightened by him, and turned their heads to look at the back of the classroom, not knowing why.

"Students," Tan Yuanzhao wiped off his sweat, "this is a gift prepared by the teacher for everyone."

The music teacher followed him into the door, holding a few transparent plastic bags in his hand.

The plastic bag is filled with water, and one fish after another swims in it, looking at the people around with their big eyes that don't know much about the world.

Tan Yuanzhao smiled: "When I was in the college entrance examination, the teacher gave me two koi. The implication is that I hope that I can break through myself and succeed like a carp jumping over a dragon's gate."

He glanced at his students: "The current conditions do not allow me to buy koi, so the teacher bought guppy fish for the students instead, the purpose is to give the students a good omen."

A male classmate raised his hand: "Old Tan, didn't you say that you are a firm materialist? Why are you still superstitious in feudalism!"

After he finished speaking, several people around him also laughed happily.

Tan Yuanzhao just laughed, didn't speak, and moved the guppy to the newly bought tank.The students who had just been shrouded in the depressed atmosphere of unsatisfactory exams became active now, lying next to the fish tank and watching the guppies with big tails swimming around.

While everyone's attention was on the fish, Yu Shaochun touched Feng Zhou's hand: "Come out for a walk with me?"

The days at the end of summer have become shorter, and the sunset has already gone to work after six o'clock, and it hangs an unclear edge in the sky, hiding the rose red in a farther place.

There were not many people on the playground. A few students or teachers in shorts and shorts were jogging with headphones on, leaving the wind behind and walking away along the runway.

Feng Zhou narrowed his eyes and looked at their backs for a while, and suddenly asked, "You shouldn't need to go to school, right? Then why do you come here every day?"

Yu Shaochun put on a show and said, "Because I think the takeaways around the school are delicious, I decided to eat them all before going abroad."

Feng Zhou glanced at him: "Oh, then you really have pursuit."

Yu Shaochun heard the yin and yang in his words, and quietly hooked his hand: "Do you believe it?"

Although it was covered by a long-sleeved school uniform, Feng Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he had to withdraw his hand reflexively.

"What's the matter?" Yu Shaochun exerted a little strength, "Didn't you have fun in the infirmary before? Now you don't want to?"

Feng Zhou's face was slightly hot, he looked down at the brick-red runway, and refused to talk to him.

"To be honest, I want to be with you," Yu Shaochun said, "It makes me sad to think that I can't take the college entrance examination with you."

"What's so sad?"

Although Feng Zhou guessed his real purpose, his face remained calm: "Others are trying to escape the college entrance examination, but you are trying to take the college entrance examination?"

"that is because......"

The two happened to walk to a shaded place away from the crowd.The canopy of the tree casts two or three shadows on the ground, and the leaves shake with the wind, silently and distantly watching the campus that has been guarded for many years.

The second half of the boy's sentence was blocked by another warm lips.

After Feng Zhouyun finished the sneak attack calmly, he took two steps back from Yu Shaochun without changing his face, and looked at him quietly.

After a while, he said softly, "Actually, I understand everything."

It's not that I'm really not into oil and salt.

I actually know what you think or like.