Five years simulation three years first

When Feng Zhou woke up, the Chinese teacher was using books to knock on the students who were still lying on the table and did not want to wake up, yelling like a vegetable seller in the vegetable market to get them to take out all the books that should be prepared.

He sat up slowly and the earphones slipped from his ears and onto his lap, missing the last note of the song.

"What song was played just now?" Feng Zhou asked.

Yu Shaochun looked down at his phone: "Rememberme"

"It sounds nice." Feng Zhou said.

"Will you always remember me?"

"Ok?"

Feng Zhou stopped and looked at him in confusion, not understanding what the sudden question meant just now.

The Chinese teacher turned around and pulled the students up like carrots, then returned to the podium, turned on the projector, and prepared to play the PPT used in this lesson.

"I mean, if one day I..." He paused, "I went somewhere else, would you remember me?"

Feng Zhou asked, "Where are you going?"

"That's not important, that is, if I leave you alone and run away, will you remember me?"

Feng Zhou was in awe: "So you still want to do such a thing as chaos and abandonment?"

Yu Shaochun stared at him for a while, then patted his forehead: "Oh, you son of a bitch, you don't feel sweet after eating so much of my candy, you really have no conscience."

"What did you hit me for?"

"I don't know if you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid," he said, "Stupid Xiao Feng."

The Chinese teacher patted the podium: "Yu Shaochun, why do you look at your deskmate smiling so happily? Does your deskmate look better than the text?"

It is true that the deskmate is much better than the text.

Yu Shaochun voluntarily stood up holding the Chinese document, very proficiently: "Teacher, I was wrong, I will go and reflect later."

"You don't need to go to the back. You can't understand even if you reflect ten times or eight times in a semester." The Chinese teacher nodded Feng Zhou, "Don't you like to watch your deskmate? In this class, you just sit there and watch how he learns."

Yu Shaochun felt a little embarrassed.

Li Guohao and the others who watched the excitement turned around happily and gave Yu Shaochun a thumbs up.

"Why are you joining in the fun? You also want to see your tablemate, don't you?" The Chinese teacher hated iron, "Who else wants to see your tablemate? I will satisfy you!"

As long as you don't feel embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Yu Shaochun sat down obediently, holding the textbook very obediently and watching Feng Zhou study.

"Let's continue reading "Xiang Jixuan's History," the Chinese teacher cut a page of PPT, "Start reading from 'Xiang Jixuan's Birthday'."

Yu Shaochun looked at the limelight, and quietly took out the earphones from the table hole: "I'm sleeping, good afternoon."

Feng Zhou held out a hand to him.

"what happened?"

"Give me one." Feng Zhou said.

Yu Shaochun glanced at him in surprise, and under the cover of the language document, he stuffed an earphone into Feng Zhou's ear, and brushed his earlobe with his fingertips.

The bass sounded in Feng Zhou's ears accompanied by the sound of the guitar. The English libretto and the sentences read in ancient Chinese were mixed together, which was surprisingly harmonious.

When he went to see Yu Shaochun, he found that the man was covering his face with his hands on his head, blatantly closing his eyes and sleeping.

It's just that the face is still turned to his side, as if it's really looking at him all the time.

It turned out that he listened to music to help him fall asleep quickly.

"'My wife died, and the room was damaged and not repaired. In the next two years, the longer I was sick and bored, the more people repaired the South Pavilion, and the system was slightly different from the previous one.'"

"Each time you hear a sad guitar. Know that I'm without you the only way that I can be..."

"'However, I have been away for many years since then, and I don't live often.'"

"Remember me. Though I have to travel far..."

"'There is a batch of trees in the courtyard. My wife planted them when she died, and now they are as graceful as a cover.'"

"Remember me. Though I have to say goodbye."

Feng Zhou paused while writing the notes, slowly recalling the last line of the lyrics.

There seemed to be some wonderful resonance between the deep "rememberme" and the "Tingting like a cover" passed down in the classic chant, which made him feel a dull pain in his heart for no reason.

Were you hinting at me just now?

He looked at the person beside him who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and asked silently in his heart.

The whole "Xiang Jixuan Zhi" is not a cheerful article, nor is it an exposition on political affairs, but the Chinese teacher seems to like it very much. Each class is dedicated to PPT.

She is always like this, willing to talk about things that have nothing to do with the exam, leading the students to read Shi Tiesheng, Wang Xiaobo, and various articles that are not within the "scope of investigation".

Maybe no one understands her intentions now, but maybe after a few years or more than ten years, when I think back on these things, I can understand that the Chinese teacher is teaching them not just for the exam, but also to look at them with a more gentle look. Everything in the world.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Yu Shaochun woke up on time, grabbed Feng Zhou's Chinese book and copied the knowledge points into his own book.

Feng Zhou watched him engrossed in copying notes, but finally he didn't ask the question.

He sighed, and just as he was about to put the pen into the pencil case, a spiral exercise book flew onto the table, brushing his face.

"Oye! Home run!" Tai Mei shouted not far away, and then, as expected, he was pressed on the table by several people around him to punish him.

Feng Zhou flipped through the English exercise book with someone's name written on it, frowning, and found that his homework from yesterday had a big fork, which can be called returning to the pre-liberation overnight.

"What's wrong with your English?"

"You have to allow my level of unstable performance," Yu Shaochun said, "This is elastic deformation, just like a small spring that is occasionally compressed to a very short and then springs to a very long."

"Is it because the questions I usually find for you are too easy?" Feng Zhou asked, "But I don't think the difficulty of the exercise book is so different."

Yu Shaochun returned the language documents to him: "It has nothing to do with you, it's my problem."

Feng Zhou just wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Li Guohao.

Li Guohao waved to him from his seat: "Mr. Yu! Let me study the math paper!"

Yu Shaochun was too lazy to walk half the way to the classroom, so he took out his paper and folded it three or four times. He folded it into a paper airplane and threw it at Li Guohao.

The paper airplane circled a few times in the air, and it landed on Lu Xiaonan's desk impartially with its head down.

Lu Xiaonan picked up the paper airplane: "Whose is it?"

"My mine," Yu Shaochun said, "Don't throw it to me, give it—"

Before he finished speaking, the paper plane was sent back by Lu Xiaonan the same way, it made a few turns in the air and then turned around and went to another place.

Li Guohao hurriedly shouted: "Give me, give me!"

The afternoon sun and sweltering air made people drowsy, but a paper airplane seemed to ignite enthusiasm in the room.

It always deviates from the course and plays cards out of common sense, flying to this person's table for a while, and hitting another person's head for a while.And this group of top [-] students in the school seemed to have found something extremely fun, scrambling to pass the ball to let others pass the plane to them.

It seems that this is a common feature of seventeen or eighteen-year-old students-all the things that appear in the classroom that have nothing to do with learning are more interesting than learning itself.

The atmosphere was so joyous that it frightened a junior high school student who came to the second class to deliver a message.

He looked at the noisy people in the room, suspected that he had gone the wrong way, and went back backwards to check the door number of the class, and then entered the door after confirming that it was correct.

When Feng Zhou saw this man hesitating at the door, he recognized him as the study committee member of Class One, Senior One, and probably asked him to come to the meeting.

Yu Shaochun shouted behind him: "Xiao Feng, where are you going?"

"A meeting," Feng Zhou said, "you changed your English homework yourself, I'll come back and check."

Although Yu Shaochun said "it's impossible to change it, it's impossible to take the initiative to correct the English homework in this life", but he still pulled out the English paper that Feng Zhou had put in the workbook.

A piece of paper that was folded several times, apparently hastily stuffed into the pile of books, fell out following his movements, and landed on the ground with a "click".

He picked up the paper, glanced at the door like a thief, and found that Feng Zhou had no possibility of going back, so he carefully unfolded the paper.

That was the questionnaire they had done before, and the one in his hand should have been filled out by Feng Zhou himself.

After filling it out and regretting it, he quietly took it away and pretended nothing happened, which once again refreshed Yu Shaochun's understanding of "thin-skinned".

- "How would you describe high school life?"

Feng Zhou copied this week's schedule in very neat handwriting.

It was just as he expected.

——"What is the knowledge point that impresses you the most?"

"Momentum Theorem".

Looking at these four words, Yu Shaochun suddenly remembered that the first question they discussed on QQ when they didn't know each other was the momentum theorem.

- "What's your favorite thing about school and why?"

"The rooftop has a nice view."

Is it the rooftop of his "secret base"?

I don't know if Feng Zhou has ever sneaked up there since then.

He looked at the last question with anticipation. He originally thought that Feng Zhou would use "dopamine" or "hormone" to scientifically explain what "love" is, but the answer was beyond his expectation.

"If you were asked to write about your favorite and secret love in your student days, how would you write about it?"

—Winter fireworks, shaken Coke, orange track vest.

——My life should be orderly, but if someone breaks in rashly, he will become the most special exception in my life.

Yu Shaochun didn't know how to describe his mood.

It turned out that before his own heartbeat had just sprouted, someone had already been tempted before him.

This seemingly childish and unequal love actually went in both directions from the very beginning.

He had no one to share the sudden joy, so he rushed to the front full of excitement and joined the team of students scrambling for paper airplanes.