delicate flowers and weeds

Before the results of the monthly exam were released, the whole Class 1 was very nervous.

At this time, teachers are holding meetings in the office, and the way to combat tension is for students to get together and chat, hoping to use other things to dilute the melancholy before the grades are released.

Zhou Rong was there nagging: "Yesterday I went to play basketball and had three PK games with a bunch of off-campus gangsters. They called me brother, but you didn't see how handsome my three-pointer was! It almost crossed halfway." A basketball court, Wuhu! Your brother Zhou is awesome."

Only Chen Ziqing was willing to pay attention to him and cheer him up, staring at him: "Wow, brother Zhou, take me with you next time you play."

Zhou Rong: "Hey, what are you doing with me? The spy who broke into our side, the nerd at the same table, don't, I saw that it was not you hitting the ball, but the ball hitting you."

Chen Ziqing shyly said, "I... I can be a cheerleader and cheer you on."

Zhou Rong said loudly: "No, you don't know that Brother Zhou plays basketball. The crowd is full of girls to cheer me up. Last week, he forced the opponent's hula team to come over. Tsk, this is the charm... Look at my girl on the basketball court. Go around the whole No. [-] Middle School, do you understand..."

As he spoke, his ears were pricked up, and his attention was all on the right side.

I want to know what the young master thinks when he hears his mighty and brilliant achievements.

The young master who was noticed by him ignored him.

After finally sorting it out, he threw a book over, frowning impatiently: "Zhou Rong, can you lower your voice, it's so noisy."

Zhou Rong: "..."

Fei Cao is working on a problem.

Tang Hua asked, "Did he bother you?"

Zhou Rong: "..."

What's more sad?

Fei Cao stopped writing, shook her head: "No."

Zhou Rong was murdered, but he thought the young master was cuter.

A young boy's heart came alive again: "Young master, let's go play basketball together this week. There is a teacher there, and he wants me to join the basketball team!"

Tang Hua said perfunctorily: "No, it's too hot."

Chen Ziqing was cautious: "Our school's basketball team can get extra points in the college entrance examination. Before, there were seniors who won awards and were recommended to Beijing University...you...you..."

He wanted to say "your cultural achievement", but turned his throat and didn't say it.

The young master couldn't say it, this incident obviously hit Zhou Rong's enthusiasm.

He got angry and turned to Chen Ziqing: "No, I have already rejected that teacher."

If you go to the basketball team, the time will be staggered with the cultural class.

How does he protect the young master?

Chen Ziqing was a little anxious: "But... but such a good opportunity, how can you not cherish it! You can go and talk to the teacher quickly, and it can be remedied. Yes! You go quickly, the sports committee has the contact information of the teacher, and we will leave after class. Just go and ask for it, ah no, don't wait for class to end, we'll go now..."

As the breath approached, Zhou Rong bent down in front of Chen Ziqing and raised his eyebrows: "Hey, nerd, this is my business, why...why are you in such a hurry?"

He didn't care, his head was tilted back, and he sat half-suspended on the chair, swaying back and forth: "Young master don't say anything, let alone Beijing University, I don't care about any school."

Is the young master so important?

even……

Is it more important than your future?

Zhou Rong's brows were sharp, and when he got closer just now, his eyelashes could be clearly seen.He carried an insolent and unruly aura that Chen Ziqing would never understand. He was full of courage, passion and heartiness.

There is always a cheerful youthful breath about him.

After running to Fei Cao to apologize last week, he was drooping on the stairs with his head drooping, his mouth full of unsightly words like "day" and "fuck", like a decadent boy who is about to go clubbing in the next second.

But after going to the basketball court for two laps, he blew his shirt against the wind, sweat dripped down, and his hair slapped twice, and those troubles disappeared with the wind.

Can't read him.

Also envy him.

Chen Ziqing: "But... this is a big event... a big event that determines your life..."

Zhou Rong tilted his feet and swayed with the chair, very strange: "What does it have to do with you? Are you more anxious than me?"

With a condescending space advantage, he looked up and down at the same table, curled his lips: "Don't even think about it."

Still gesticulating in his hand: "You are so thin, you are like a chicken for nothing, and your physical fitness is poor at first glance. The sports old man will not accept you."

Chen Ziqing: "..."

Before he could explain anything, the teacher came in.

Xu Duanhong has never been to school since the scholarship incident.

According to the substitute teacher, something happened to Mr. Xu's family, and now he has returned to Beicheng.

But Tang Hua was always concerned about Jiang Gaohan who appeared in the surveillance that day.

He rubbed the center of his brows. What the Jiang family said was that Jiang Gaohan had returned to Beicheng. The two disappeared almost at the same time. Tang Hua tried to shake off all these distracting thoughts.

Fei Cao leaned over slightly: "What's wrong?"

Not wanting to disturb him, Tang Hua smiled: "It's okay, maybe I'm thinking too much."

The candidate for the head teacher was voted round after round in the teacher meeting, and several teachers avoided him, not wanting to take on this hot potato.

joke? !

The students in Class 1 are either too proud of their family background, or they are so good at studying and have a personality that they will die.

They still want to live a few more years.

The person who eventually takes over this position is the Head of Year.

The director, nicknamed "Maitreya Buddha", has the same big belly and always smiling face, but he is not a human being compared to Lao Xu.

They say you don't reach out and hit the smiling person, but what if the smiling person wants to hit you?

"Maitreya Buddha" also does not believe in the decadent education method of sticks, but if he catches him wrong, it would be better to get beaten up.

It is said that once when the director was inspecting discipline, he caught three students playing poker with sharp eyes.

He tore up the playing cards with a smile. The students thought the worst would be to be scolded and write a self-criticism, but if it was too bad, they would call their parents.

But none.

"Maitreya Buddha" stretched out his hand, and the shards of snow fell to the ground. He patted the head student on the shoulder, and lightly dropped the punishment:

Have the three students stick the playing cards back on.

A broken mirror cannot be reunited, but a broken card can.

student:"……"

Please, really, I want to write a review.

The review is so good, I am willing to write a lifetime review.

The monthly exam is a big exam, followed by the midterm exam, which will be the last summer vacation of their high school career. After this summer vacation, they will enter the third year of senior high school and usher in the first turning point in their lives: the college entrance examination.

Although the college entrance examination may not necessarily determine life, and it is not a matter of life and death for students in No. 1 middle school, it is indeed a knot:

The node in the growth process connects adulthood or not.

This is the last crowning before the coming-of-age ceremony.

With a signature smile, "Maitreya Buddha" slapped the paper in his hand, causing the hearts of dozens of students in the class to rise high in the air, and even Zhou Rong stretched his back.

"We should all know that the grades of the third year of senior high school are based on the scores of the midterm exam, and the distance between the midterm exam and the monthly exam is only one month. One month, the improvement is too small, so this exam, basically It is directly linked to the class and ranking of your third year in high school."

"Some of you are from superior families, some are proud of your talents, some are cynical, but aside from everything else, your main identity is still a student. You may think that exams are boring and meaningless, but that's what students have to do. Moreover, if you can’t even do this well, then ask yourself, can you really do those things that are not boring and interesting?”

He began to read the grades one by one:

The number one is Fei Cao, 737.

Fei Cao took the test paper, and "Maitreya Buddha" said to him: "You are very good, classmate Fei Cao, keep it up, the next science champion will definitely be in our school."

When he turned away.

"Maitreya Buddha" stopped him: "Go forward, it doesn't matter."

It doesn't matter what's happening now, you just move on and they don't hold you back.

Fei Cao has no expression.

Tang Hua laughed.

It is bright outside the window.

That's great... Tang Hua fell in love with this teacher for a moment, and showed her kindness towards her students.

Tanghua is still in the top ten that has not changed for thousands of years.

This time, he ranked No.8.

Excitedly, he read Fei Cao's paper, and the smile on his face was a little happier than when he got the first place when he saw his wrong question.

Zhou Rong is the bottom one in the class.

Fei Cao's No.230 points are higher than his, and the last No.2 is 300 points higher than him.

The young man's shame made him a little ashamed, and he wished he could shrink to the ground:

It seems that it's not just Fei Cao, Tang Hua.

Even the nerd at the same table, he is a world apart in terms of grades and scores.

Chen Ziqing said in a low voice, "Have you ever thought about it... If Tang Hua is admitted to Beijing University, what will you do?"

Yes.

What should he do?

The family background is not as good as the young master, and the grades are not as good as the young master. Even this opportunity to accompany him day and night is just a fluke. Now at first glance, the distance between the two is only a narrow passage.

But what about the third year of high school?

The other party will indulge in the sea of ​​books that he can't understand at all, the other party will have a broad road, will enter the best school in the country, and then the distance will increase step by step, becoming the person he can only look up to.

God gave him a fluke once, would he give him a second time?

Zhou Rong was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he asked, "What should I do?

He never dreamed that one day he would ask a cowardly tablemate who was usually looked down upon the most.

And this cowardly tablemate really gave him advice:

"Go to a physical education teacher and join the basketball team. As long as you win an award and your culture score is above 450, you can be recruited into Beijing University. Although your grades are not good...but work hard, 450 is not difficult in one year... "

Zhou Rong suddenly realized.

He hugged his deskmate's shoulders, and the two of them touched their heads: "Bookworm, you are so smart!"

He casually asked: "What about you? Which university do you want to study in?"

"Beijing University."

"That's a good relationship." Zhou Rong was happy, and continued to press him, laughing, "Then there will still be four of us, one counts as one, and we will continue to be together."

"Although Fei Cao is very annoying, you are too... but now that I think about it, you are actually not that annoying."

After hearing a lot of words, Tang Hua finally couldn't bear it anymore, he threw the cap of his pen over: "Who do you think hates it?"

Zhou Rong hurriedly made a gesture of surrender: "Hey, young master, I hate it, I hate it."

Chen Ziqing looked at this side, smiled lowly, and said in his heart, "Okay."

We continue to be together.

Although they are not very good friends and have not known each other for a long time, they are very comfortable to get along with.

Fei Cao also propped up her hands, looking sideways, her eyes were bent.

"Hey hey." "Maitreya Buddha" slapped the table on it, "What are you four male students doing in the back? I let you read the papers and write down the goals for the midterm exam, why are you still making trouble!"

The four of them stood in a row and were punished to write standing up.

Tang Hua's face was blocked by the notebook, and the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed.

There are countless books describing youth in this world. Everyone in this world has youth, and youth has endless ways of interpretation.He thought, but our kind, now it seems, is not so bad.

Through the corner of the notebook, he secretly looked at Fei Cao on the side.

so good.

With this person, grow up together.

Even if there is really no result, thank you, Fei Cao, at least, you have been here.