Five years simulation three years first

It was the first time for Li Guohao and the others to see Yu Shaochun deflated, and they had to come to greet him after class on Monday.

All kinds of Chinese and literature knowledge still lingering in his head, he was almost brainwashed, sitting on his seat with a slumped face, drawing sine functions one by one.

Tang Qian turned around and started the topic after deliberation: "Mr. Yu, are you unhappy?"

"I'm happy," Yu Shaochun said, "very happy."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Li Guohao passed by Lu Xiaonan when he was helping Lu Xiaonan distribute the workbook: "Did you forget that Mr. Yu was locked up on weekends?"

"Return to confinement and confinement, and I won't be angry until now."

Yu Shaochun put down the pen with a "snap": "Let me ask you, your partner came to your house to spend the night. At night, he wanted to have a good relationship with each other, but he was pressed on the bed in a daze—"

Two heads approached him involuntarily.

Tang Qian and Li Guohao held their breaths.

They intuited that Yu Shaochun was going to say something astonishing.

"Put it on the bed and recite the common sense of Chinese and literature," Yu Shaochun said. "It takes an hour and a half to memorize. You are not allowed to sleep until you finish the memorization. He even has to conduct spot checks. How do you feel?"

The two heads retracted silently.

To some extent, it is indeed a shocking thing.

Li Guohao sent Tang Qian's homework to him: "It turns out that you, Mr. Yu, were locked up by your partner."

"If you do this, why do you sound more like Feng Xueba?" Tang Qian wondered, "Mr. Yu, is it possible that you two are not suitable? I suggest that you introduce your girlfriend to Feng Xueba. They must be very special. common language."

Yu Shaochun rolled up his homework book and knocked it on his head: "None of your business, just learn from you, do you want to be a matchmaker?"

The other person who was inexplicably cue was chanting words to the computer on the podium, wanting to escape from this classroom all the time.

The English teacher organized a teaching activity this semester, requiring everyone to prepare a presentation and PPT speech before class.

The order of speeches was arranged by the school committee and the representatives of the English class. Feng Zhou took advantage of his position to quietly move his position back.

Moved, moved, moved, until there was nothing left to move.

It happened that Ms. Shen Yingying taught me how to perform in front of the audience without any burden on the weekend. He was so excited that he told the English class representative who came to urge the manuscript that night that he had scheduled a pre-class speech next Monday.

The English class rep was baffled.

What are you booking?Isn't it the only one who didn't tell you?

Feng Zhou was so hot all night, and returned rationally the next day, trying to strangle himself who had made bold words the night before.

In addition, the movie he was going to introduce was "Interstellar", and there were quite a lot of complicated English words related to astronomical terms in the manuscript.

It's harder.

Lu Xiaonan changed seats to the first row, and looked at him with his chin propped up: "Feng Xueba, your hands are shaking."

"I know."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little bit," Feng Zhou thought for a while, and then emphasized again, "Just a little bit."

He browsed the PPT for the last time, and decided to recite the manuscript silently, but saw someone sitting in the last row rolled up the English book in his hand and shouted: "School committee, come on!"

The school committee is your head.

Now everyone in the class knew that he was going to make a pre-class presentation, and became even more nervous.

The English teacher walked into the classroom while adjusting the headset hanging on his waist. When he looked up, he saw Feng Zhou standing in front of him with a pale face.

Even though she was a liberal arts teacher, she had heard about Feng Zhou's willingness to speak up for a long time, but she didn't expect that one day it would finally be her turn.

She stabilized her mind, and asked calmly: "Student Feng, is there any question you want to ask the teacher?"

Feng Zhou shook his head: "Teacher, I'm here to give a speech before class."

"Oh, so," the English teacher put a stack of books in his hand on the podium, "You have a bad complexion, are you uncomfortable? If you are uncomfortable, you don't have to be brave, and you can do it in the next class."

You can do it in the next class.

These words shook Feng Zhou, who had already built a psychological defense line, and almost immediately rolled back to his seat.

The classmates in the class heard that Feng Zhou was going to give a speech before class, so they didn't make trouble until the class bell rang, and sat back to their seats early.

After all, there is really no precedent for Feng Zhou to speak formally in public.

If you count the student review that was unsuccessful at the beginning of school last year, it can barely be counted as one.

The speech in Feng Zhou's hand was crumpled because it had been pinched for a long time.

He took a deep breath, not daring to look at the expectant eyes of the students below.

Shen Yingying told him that the highest state of a speaker is to treat the audience as carrots and cabbages.

But Feng Zhou didn't have that much imagination, and he couldn't imagine the blue radish and cabbage on the tablecloth.

He looked at the English teacher with some pleading: "Teacher, I..."

The English teacher looked at him worriedly: "Student Feng, are you really not feeling well?"

It's uncomfortable, Feng Zhou thought, it's too uncomfortable to die.

His heart beat faster, his chest began to feel tight for a long time, and a nauseating feeling of nausea surged up, and it was stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

Small whispers sounded in his ears, as if someone was laughing softly, and seemed to be questioning why he stood on the podium for so long without speaking.

Although reason tells Feng that people in Tuesday's shift will never laugh at him, but there seems to be another voice in his mind telling him——

People all over the world laugh at you because you are really ashamed.

He clenched the speech in his hand again, pursed his lips, and prepared to surrender to reality.

Sure enough, I still haven't improved at all, and I can't even make a speech in front of such familiar classmates.

How can you announce the class program in front of the whole school?

"I am still......"

Suddenly a sudden applause resounded in the classroom, Feng Zhou raised his head suddenly, and saw Yu Shaochun exaggeratedly raising his hands in the last row, as if to let him see more clearly.

To see it more clearly, there are always people who support him no matter what.

Although the other students were a little puzzled and confused, they still looked at him with a bit of ignorance and expectation, and applauded him in unison.

The English teacher smiled: "Everyone is cheering for you."

No ridicule, no strange eyes, only love and encouragement.

Maybe he really can.

Feng Zhou nodded to the teacher, took a deep breath, and pressed the left mouse button with his right hand.

At first, his voice was a little low, trembling with a bit of unconfidence, his eyes didn't dare to look at the PPT, and he didn't dare to look at his classmates and teachers. He just memorized the manuscript, as if talking to himself.

The students didn't boo or ask him to speak up, and listened quietly to his talk about space wormholes and time.

But as he talked, the tension and uneasiness slowly dissipated, leaving no traces except his hands and feet that were still cold.

Feng Zhou felt that a door in his heart that had been imprisoned by iron chains was quietly opened.

There are no monsters behind the door, and there are no violent storms, but a garden full of spring scenery.

It seems that there is really nothing to be afraid of.

As long as you move forward bit by bit, there will always be progress.

Some people's growth is mostly smooth, but some people's growth is almost torn, like a butterfly tearing a thick cocoon and opening its wings a little bit.

Although Feng Zhou didn't dare to compare himself to a butterfly, at most he was a moth that could only be seen slightly.

But in the end, I still lived up to the expectations of others. Even if I didn't do well, I still made some progress.

A pre-class speech of less than 10 minutes was extremely difficult by Feng Zhou. Although the latter was much better than the beginning, it still couldn't avoid the occasional stumbling and embarrassing silence.

Fortunately, there was Yu Shaochun who was active and active, and the applause always sounded from time to time.Although the students didn't know why they applauded, they were quite confused, but their nature of "following the crowd" still drove them to applaud together.

The English teacher had a bad relationship between the first grade and the second grade before, and subconsciously thought that Yu Shaochun was embarrassing Feng Zhou, and frowned at him several times, but the person concerned didn't seem to notice it at all, and was still happily talking about it. Competent warm-up.

When the PPT turned to the last page, Feng Zhou relaxed visibly.

"The above is my introduction to the movie "Interstellar," he quickly finished reading the content on the last page. "Students who are interested can watch it in their spare time."

This time it was the heartfelt applause of the audience who was not led by the nose.

The English teacher was just about to praise the study committee member who seemed about to collapse, but found that Feng Zhou had no intention of leaving.

Feng Zhou struggled for a while, then clicked the right mouse button lightly, and played the real last few pages of PPT that he didn't plan to show to everyone.

"The authenticity of the reincarnation of '12 years' said by the scientist Shao Yong in the Northern Song Dynasty is uncertain, but according to Hawking's 'cosmic contraction theory', we do have the possibility to go back to before the big bang and start again."

"But we can't peek into the future, nor can we go back to the past. Only hope and love can exist across time and bring another form of reunion."

Perhaps because he finally talked about his field of expertise, Feng Zhou's voice became more relaxed.

"Many people like the song "Don't Go Gentle into That Good Night" in the movie, but I prefer another passage."

Press the mouse button lightly, and a few lines of Chinese and English bilingual words jump out on the screen.He glanced at a figure in the back row seemingly inadvertently, and read softly:

"Time can be stretched and folded, but it cannot go backwards. Your white hair may be my childlike face, and one breath of mine can cover the years of your life."

There was silence in the class, and then Qi Qi exploded.

Tang Qian turned his head so fast that he almost twisted his neck: "Fuck, did Feng Xueba confess his love just now?"

Yu Shaochun ignored him.

"Really?" Tang Qian asked, "Mr. Yu, you know him well. Has he ever told you who he likes?"

Yu Shaochun watched Feng Zhou step down from the podium all the time, and then said softly: "Yes, he confessed his love just now."

It seems that it may or may be a confession to me.