Five years simulation three years first
Chapter 34
The school motto of the No. [-] Middle School has always been "cherish the time, persevere and innovate". Even in such a tense high school life, I did not forget to organize many activities to adjust the lives of students.There are everything from the safety education practice week of the debate competition to the campus singer competition at the football game and art festival, fully taking care of the feelings of all students.
"Even if some of our students are not very talented in learning, they will still shine in other places," Director Liang of the Teaching Department said every time at the opening ceremony, "As long as you have the ability and faith, It will work anyway."
The New Year's Day Gala is a traditional event at the end of each year. Generally, classes are held in the morning and the afternoon is given to the students to celebrate by themselves.But no one can resist the joy of eating snacks and watching the show, usually at the beginning of the second or third class.
In the words of the Chinese teacher, it means that you are in Cao Ying and your heart is in Han.
Feng Zhou was lowering his head and seriously calculating the thermochemical equation when he suddenly smelled the aroma of food.He sniffed and frowned and looked forward, only to find that Yu Shaochun and Tang Qian lowered their heads and didn't know what they were doing.
He glanced at Tan Yuanzhao who was still drawing, and pointed his head forward: "What are you doing?"
Tang Qian trembled in fright when he heard his voice, and almost stood up on the spot to review his mistakes.Yu Shaochun poked him hard: "Can you be a little bit promising?"
"Damn," Tang Qian said, "Feng Xueba, you are too scary."
Yu Shaochun took the bowl on the stack of books between them and showed him: "We are cooking hot pot."
Looking at the small bowl, Feng Zhou suddenly realized: "Self-heating hot pot?"
"It's my improved version of self-heating hot pot," Yu Shaochun said, taking off the lid on the bowl. "The heating time is longer, it can be filled more, and you can eat more happily."
He boasted so much about it, it's better to apply for a "Yu-style pot patent" directly.
He picked up a vermicelli. Tang Qian's eyes were green with greed, and he moved his face to eat it, but Yu Shaochun blocked it.
Yu Shaochun glared at him, put down the vermicelli, and picked up a ball beside him: "Let Feng Xueba eat first."
"It's not fair!" Tang Qian complained in a low voice, "Who will accompany you to buy ingredients? Who will accompany you to cook hot pot? Mr. Yu, won't your conscience ache?"
Yu Shaochun directly ignored his accusation, and handed the chopsticks to Feng Zhou: "Can you eat spicy food?"
"I can eat a little."
Yu Shaochun blew the meatball for him, and Feng Zhou bit it down with his hand, and found that the beef ball was still sandwiched.
It tastes really good.
The hot pot they cooked here was so fragrant that everyone around them looked sideways and turned their heads.Li Guohao stretched out his hand and beckoned: "Hey friend! Share!"
Tang Qian quickly fished out another piece of lotus root from the bowl, and Yu Shaochun handed the bowl to the person in the front row.Don't take advantage of the bastard, the man quickly took a piece of potato from the bowl and passed it to the next one.
A bowl of self-heating hot pot spread to most of the classrooms, and Li Guohao only had soup base left.
Li Guohao fished out with chopsticks unwillingly, but he could only fish out a few lingering vermicelli.Tan Yuanzhao just turned around after finishing writing on the blackboard, and saw Li Guohao holding a bowl in a daze with grief and indignation on his face.
He put down the chalk and wiped his hands: "Calm down, I can already smell it. Take care of the feelings of the classmates who didn't eat, you can see that Tai Mei who slept soundly will be woken up by you."
Tai Mei, who had just bid farewell to Duke Zhou, was cueed for no reason, and her confused eyes widened: "Huh?"
Tan Yuanzhao knew that these students were not interested in listening to the lecture, so he ended the class 10 minutes early and asked them to arrange the classroom by themselves.
Lu Xiaonan squeezed out from the cheering second class and asked him, "Teacher, do you have a program later?"
The program she was talking about was a special "teacher's program" specially arranged by the school for students.
Tan Yuanzhao's expression froze, and he scratched his head: "Yes, but it's best not to have too much hope."
The literary and art committee stood on the podium and asked everyone to push the tables to the side, and then pulled out the chairs and put them in front. Save it for a while to make dumplings.
Lu Xiaonan finally controlled the overly lively scene with the loudspeaker he borrowed from some teacher.
She ordered a few people to be responsible for hanging garlands and balloons on the blackboard and windows, and asked the other little girls to prepare the lucky bag for the teacher of the department.Yu Shaochun stood at the door with a pair of couplets and the word "Fu" in his hand, occasionally pointing out how to tie their gift bags to look better.
The nuts and candies in the lucky bag are all the best brands selected by Yu Shaochun's mother, Ms. Shen Yingying. Each female teacher's lucky bag also comes with a bottle of perfume samples wrapped in exquisite gift bags. Standing out from other class gifts is not enough.
When Lu Xiaonan got the things, he said Mr. Yu, you are an angel sent by heaven to save us. Yu Shaochun waved his hand and said it was simply a small case. Squad leader Lu will mention it later if he needs to.
Feng Zhou happened to pass by, and said sarcastically, "Is the peacock open again?"
Thinking of Feng Zhou, Yu Shaochun looked into the house, and saw him huddled in a corner with a book in his arms, as if the excitement around him had nothing to do with him.Yu Shaochun thought for a while, and called him: "Feng Xueba!"
Feng Zhou raised his head and looked at him inexplicably.
"I want to post couplets, come and help me see if they are crooked!"
Feng Zhou got up and came out from the back door, standing behind him.Yu Shaochun stepped on the stool and pressed the couplet in his hand against the door frame: "Is this crooked?"
"Turn to the left."
"What about this time?"
"A little further to the right."
"But I think this is just right," Yu Shaochun leaned back.
Feng Zhou raised his eyebrows: "If you don't believe me, I'll post it myself."
"I think what Feng Xueba said is right," Tang Qian interjected when passing by, "It is indeed necessary to point to the right."
Yu Shaochun moved the couplet to the right according to his words: "Are you sure it's here?"
Before Feng Zhou could speak, something was stuffed into his mouth.
"Try the yellow peaches." Lu Xiaonan just passed the front door with a can of yellow peaches in his hand, "I can still eat it now, but I'll be crazy after a while."
Yu Shaochun jumped off the stool: "What are you going to do to Huang Tao?"
"The party designed a small competition, and the loser will eat the processed version of canned yellow peaches," Lu Xiaonan pointed to the girls who gathered not far away to cook dark dishes, "I will tell you secretly that they add Sprite vinegar and soy sauce."
Yu Shaochun's eyes widened: "Fuck, 80 barrels of canned food are you using for dark cooking?"
"Mr. Yu has money, Mr. Yu will give it to you," Lu Xiaonan smiled maliciously, "Feng Xueba, is it delicious?"
"It was delicious."
"Then eat another piece."
Yu Shaochun reached out to block Lu Xiaonan's fork: "Feng Xueba can come to my house to eat if he wants to eat, and leave this bucket for them to play with."
Before Feng Zhou could answer, he was dragged away by Li Guohao.He took Feng Zhou back to the classroom, pointed to the banner on the blackboard and asked him, "Feng Xueba, take a look at it with your obsessive-compulsive disorder eyes, is this banner crooked?"
Feng Zhou took a closer look and saw that the words written on the banner were actually "Working hard for the first class, Japanese for the third class, happy New Year's Day."
"...You are quite arrogant."
"The first day of the new year is to be arrogant," Li Guohao said, "a good sign, you can be arrogant for a whole year."
A man passing by with a balloon next to them handed them a few peeled hazelnuts, saying that they came from the place where the lucky bag was wrapped, and that they should be eaten and cherished.
Li Guohao ate two and found it delicious, so he asked in a low voice if he could have a few more.With a distressed expression on his face, the man quietly told them that the hazelnuts and melon seeds were about to be stolen, but there were quite a lot of pistachios left, but the taste was a bit strange, like mustard.
Before Feng Zhou had time to thank him, Tang Qian called him over to look at the asymmetry of the latte art on the window.
The sudden popularity of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, which he considered annoying on weekdays, caught Feng Zhou by surprise.
The voices in the classroom were getting louder, and his voice could not be heard at all, so he could only roll up his sleeves and climb up the simple climbing frame made of tables and chairs, and joined the army of decals.
When Yu Shaochun entered the door with the milk tea that had just been delivered, he saw Feng Zhou and a few people huddled against the wall arguing whether red latte art would look better with silver or gold.His mood became inexplicably joyful, and he gave advice loudly: "Listen to me, green looks best!"
"Sick!" Several people cursed in unison.
The TV that had been turned on a long time ago finally broadcast the scene of the teacher's program, and Tan Yuanzhao was given a close-up as soon as the camera turned.
Tan Yuanzhao's face was disheveled, and his little curly hair was trembling with nervousness. The students in the second class put down their work and booed collectively. This was enough to show Tan Yuan's face, and scared the member of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union who just came to the door to take pictures. With a shudder, he almost lost his grip on the camera in his hand.
The screen cuts back to Tai Mei and another girl.
Tai Mei went to participate in the host campaign organized by the student union last month. With her exquisite appearance and high-quality pronunciation, she stood out from the crowd of male students.
He was much calmer than Tan Yuanzhao, held up the script and read with emotion: "The following are three and a half sentences performed by Mr. Tan Yuanzhao, Mr. Wang Xiaowen, Director Liang Chengdong of the Teaching Office, and Mr. Tian Lu of the Youth League Committee Office-"You are learning today." Yet?""
Feng Zhou looked at Tan Yuanzhao, who had "I'm so nervous" written all over his body, and kept glancing at the music teacher beside him, thinking that if he had a twitch in the corner of his eyes, the whole school would have to know that he had a story with the music teacher.
Director Liang Chengdong took the lead in beating the drum: "Chemistry is not simple."
Teacher Tian Lu followed closely behind: "I can't remember English words well."
Teacher Wang Xiaowen clasped the cymbal in her hand: "Music is occupied by the main subject again."
Tan Yuanzhao quickly knocked the gong in his hand hard: "It's hard to pass!"
The four of them had just finished reading the first paragraph, and couldn't hold themselves back and started laughing.
There was also laughter in the classroom, especially when Tan Yuanzhao beat the gong loudly because he was too nervous.
Everyone was holding the things in their hands or standing on chairs or sitting on the table, watching the performance of their homeroom teacher on TV intently. The red, gold and silver latte art winding from their hands into a festive color made Feng Zhou slightly Some dazed.
He didn't know why he would participate in the group activities of the class so naturally, it was as if a world of black and white began to burst into red and other colors at some point, and then swept his entire monotonous first 17 years of life.
He suddenly wanted to take a picture of the scene in front of him and freeze it into a photo.If this kind of life is just a flash in the pan, at least...
At least when you see the photos, you will recall what the colorful world looks like.
The author has something to say: The lesson of blood and tears tells everyone that high school must study hard orz
"Even if some of our students are not very talented in learning, they will still shine in other places," Director Liang of the Teaching Department said every time at the opening ceremony, "As long as you have the ability and faith, It will work anyway."
The New Year's Day Gala is a traditional event at the end of each year. Generally, classes are held in the morning and the afternoon is given to the students to celebrate by themselves.But no one can resist the joy of eating snacks and watching the show, usually at the beginning of the second or third class.
In the words of the Chinese teacher, it means that you are in Cao Ying and your heart is in Han.
Feng Zhou was lowering his head and seriously calculating the thermochemical equation when he suddenly smelled the aroma of food.He sniffed and frowned and looked forward, only to find that Yu Shaochun and Tang Qian lowered their heads and didn't know what they were doing.
He glanced at Tan Yuanzhao who was still drawing, and pointed his head forward: "What are you doing?"
Tang Qian trembled in fright when he heard his voice, and almost stood up on the spot to review his mistakes.Yu Shaochun poked him hard: "Can you be a little bit promising?"
"Damn," Tang Qian said, "Feng Xueba, you are too scary."
Yu Shaochun took the bowl on the stack of books between them and showed him: "We are cooking hot pot."
Looking at the small bowl, Feng Zhou suddenly realized: "Self-heating hot pot?"
"It's my improved version of self-heating hot pot," Yu Shaochun said, taking off the lid on the bowl. "The heating time is longer, it can be filled more, and you can eat more happily."
He boasted so much about it, it's better to apply for a "Yu-style pot patent" directly.
He picked up a vermicelli. Tang Qian's eyes were green with greed, and he moved his face to eat it, but Yu Shaochun blocked it.
Yu Shaochun glared at him, put down the vermicelli, and picked up a ball beside him: "Let Feng Xueba eat first."
"It's not fair!" Tang Qian complained in a low voice, "Who will accompany you to buy ingredients? Who will accompany you to cook hot pot? Mr. Yu, won't your conscience ache?"
Yu Shaochun directly ignored his accusation, and handed the chopsticks to Feng Zhou: "Can you eat spicy food?"
"I can eat a little."
Yu Shaochun blew the meatball for him, and Feng Zhou bit it down with his hand, and found that the beef ball was still sandwiched.
It tastes really good.
The hot pot they cooked here was so fragrant that everyone around them looked sideways and turned their heads.Li Guohao stretched out his hand and beckoned: "Hey friend! Share!"
Tang Qian quickly fished out another piece of lotus root from the bowl, and Yu Shaochun handed the bowl to the person in the front row.Don't take advantage of the bastard, the man quickly took a piece of potato from the bowl and passed it to the next one.
A bowl of self-heating hot pot spread to most of the classrooms, and Li Guohao only had soup base left.
Li Guohao fished out with chopsticks unwillingly, but he could only fish out a few lingering vermicelli.Tan Yuanzhao just turned around after finishing writing on the blackboard, and saw Li Guohao holding a bowl in a daze with grief and indignation on his face.
He put down the chalk and wiped his hands: "Calm down, I can already smell it. Take care of the feelings of the classmates who didn't eat, you can see that Tai Mei who slept soundly will be woken up by you."
Tai Mei, who had just bid farewell to Duke Zhou, was cueed for no reason, and her confused eyes widened: "Huh?"
Tan Yuanzhao knew that these students were not interested in listening to the lecture, so he ended the class 10 minutes early and asked them to arrange the classroom by themselves.
Lu Xiaonan squeezed out from the cheering second class and asked him, "Teacher, do you have a program later?"
The program she was talking about was a special "teacher's program" specially arranged by the school for students.
Tan Yuanzhao's expression froze, and he scratched his head: "Yes, but it's best not to have too much hope."
The literary and art committee stood on the podium and asked everyone to push the tables to the side, and then pulled out the chairs and put them in front. Save it for a while to make dumplings.
Lu Xiaonan finally controlled the overly lively scene with the loudspeaker he borrowed from some teacher.
She ordered a few people to be responsible for hanging garlands and balloons on the blackboard and windows, and asked the other little girls to prepare the lucky bag for the teacher of the department.Yu Shaochun stood at the door with a pair of couplets and the word "Fu" in his hand, occasionally pointing out how to tie their gift bags to look better.
The nuts and candies in the lucky bag are all the best brands selected by Yu Shaochun's mother, Ms. Shen Yingying. Each female teacher's lucky bag also comes with a bottle of perfume samples wrapped in exquisite gift bags. Standing out from other class gifts is not enough.
When Lu Xiaonan got the things, he said Mr. Yu, you are an angel sent by heaven to save us. Yu Shaochun waved his hand and said it was simply a small case. Squad leader Lu will mention it later if he needs to.
Feng Zhou happened to pass by, and said sarcastically, "Is the peacock open again?"
Thinking of Feng Zhou, Yu Shaochun looked into the house, and saw him huddled in a corner with a book in his arms, as if the excitement around him had nothing to do with him.Yu Shaochun thought for a while, and called him: "Feng Xueba!"
Feng Zhou raised his head and looked at him inexplicably.
"I want to post couplets, come and help me see if they are crooked!"
Feng Zhou got up and came out from the back door, standing behind him.Yu Shaochun stepped on the stool and pressed the couplet in his hand against the door frame: "Is this crooked?"
"Turn to the left."
"What about this time?"
"A little further to the right."
"But I think this is just right," Yu Shaochun leaned back.
Feng Zhou raised his eyebrows: "If you don't believe me, I'll post it myself."
"I think what Feng Xueba said is right," Tang Qian interjected when passing by, "It is indeed necessary to point to the right."
Yu Shaochun moved the couplet to the right according to his words: "Are you sure it's here?"
Before Feng Zhou could speak, something was stuffed into his mouth.
"Try the yellow peaches." Lu Xiaonan just passed the front door with a can of yellow peaches in his hand, "I can still eat it now, but I'll be crazy after a while."
Yu Shaochun jumped off the stool: "What are you going to do to Huang Tao?"
"The party designed a small competition, and the loser will eat the processed version of canned yellow peaches," Lu Xiaonan pointed to the girls who gathered not far away to cook dark dishes, "I will tell you secretly that they add Sprite vinegar and soy sauce."
Yu Shaochun's eyes widened: "Fuck, 80 barrels of canned food are you using for dark cooking?"
"Mr. Yu has money, Mr. Yu will give it to you," Lu Xiaonan smiled maliciously, "Feng Xueba, is it delicious?"
"It was delicious."
"Then eat another piece."
Yu Shaochun reached out to block Lu Xiaonan's fork: "Feng Xueba can come to my house to eat if he wants to eat, and leave this bucket for them to play with."
Before Feng Zhou could answer, he was dragged away by Li Guohao.He took Feng Zhou back to the classroom, pointed to the banner on the blackboard and asked him, "Feng Xueba, take a look at it with your obsessive-compulsive disorder eyes, is this banner crooked?"
Feng Zhou took a closer look and saw that the words written on the banner were actually "Working hard for the first class, Japanese for the third class, happy New Year's Day."
"...You are quite arrogant."
"The first day of the new year is to be arrogant," Li Guohao said, "a good sign, you can be arrogant for a whole year."
A man passing by with a balloon next to them handed them a few peeled hazelnuts, saying that they came from the place where the lucky bag was wrapped, and that they should be eaten and cherished.
Li Guohao ate two and found it delicious, so he asked in a low voice if he could have a few more.With a distressed expression on his face, the man quietly told them that the hazelnuts and melon seeds were about to be stolen, but there were quite a lot of pistachios left, but the taste was a bit strange, like mustard.
Before Feng Zhou had time to thank him, Tang Qian called him over to look at the asymmetry of the latte art on the window.
The sudden popularity of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, which he considered annoying on weekdays, caught Feng Zhou by surprise.
The voices in the classroom were getting louder, and his voice could not be heard at all, so he could only roll up his sleeves and climb up the simple climbing frame made of tables and chairs, and joined the army of decals.
When Yu Shaochun entered the door with the milk tea that had just been delivered, he saw Feng Zhou and a few people huddled against the wall arguing whether red latte art would look better with silver or gold.His mood became inexplicably joyful, and he gave advice loudly: "Listen to me, green looks best!"
"Sick!" Several people cursed in unison.
The TV that had been turned on a long time ago finally broadcast the scene of the teacher's program, and Tan Yuanzhao was given a close-up as soon as the camera turned.
Tan Yuanzhao's face was disheveled, and his little curly hair was trembling with nervousness. The students in the second class put down their work and booed collectively. This was enough to show Tan Yuan's face, and scared the member of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union who just came to the door to take pictures. With a shudder, he almost lost his grip on the camera in his hand.
The screen cuts back to Tai Mei and another girl.
Tai Mei went to participate in the host campaign organized by the student union last month. With her exquisite appearance and high-quality pronunciation, she stood out from the crowd of male students.
He was much calmer than Tan Yuanzhao, held up the script and read with emotion: "The following are three and a half sentences performed by Mr. Tan Yuanzhao, Mr. Wang Xiaowen, Director Liang Chengdong of the Teaching Office, and Mr. Tian Lu of the Youth League Committee Office-"You are learning today." Yet?""
Feng Zhou looked at Tan Yuanzhao, who had "I'm so nervous" written all over his body, and kept glancing at the music teacher beside him, thinking that if he had a twitch in the corner of his eyes, the whole school would have to know that he had a story with the music teacher.
Director Liang Chengdong took the lead in beating the drum: "Chemistry is not simple."
Teacher Tian Lu followed closely behind: "I can't remember English words well."
Teacher Wang Xiaowen clasped the cymbal in her hand: "Music is occupied by the main subject again."
Tan Yuanzhao quickly knocked the gong in his hand hard: "It's hard to pass!"
The four of them had just finished reading the first paragraph, and couldn't hold themselves back and started laughing.
There was also laughter in the classroom, especially when Tan Yuanzhao beat the gong loudly because he was too nervous.
Everyone was holding the things in their hands or standing on chairs or sitting on the table, watching the performance of their homeroom teacher on TV intently. The red, gold and silver latte art winding from their hands into a festive color made Feng Zhou slightly Some dazed.
He didn't know why he would participate in the group activities of the class so naturally, it was as if a world of black and white began to burst into red and other colors at some point, and then swept his entire monotonous first 17 years of life.
He suddenly wanted to take a picture of the scene in front of him and freeze it into a photo.If this kind of life is just a flash in the pan, at least...
At least when you see the photos, you will recall what the colorful world looks like.
The author has something to say: The lesson of blood and tears tells everyone that high school must study hard orz
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