Juliet Tower

In mid-September, the tail of summer is still stuck, and it will not cool down once the sun comes out.

Jingui was in the physical education class of the second year of high school, but the physical education teacher knew very well that the smiling faces filled with eagerness were not aimed at him, so he was also very interesting: "Boys circle the field five times, girls three laps, and they can move freely after running."

"yeah!"

Before the cheers fell to the ground, the young and tall teacher raised his hand to suppress the sound wave and added: "But you are not allowed to go to the stands."

"Cut..." The girls all agreed.

He had no choice but to smile bitterly: "Let's be considerate to each other, let you go up and get caught by cleaning, I'm going to write a self-criticism..."

The indoor gymnasium is cleaned and inspected by janitors every morning and evening.

"Teacher, help me get a basketball!" The boys rushed out of the door with a single sentence, just as a warm-up before going on the court.

It was approaching noon, and the sun was shining brightly outside. It took only a few minutes for the fast boys to complete five laps.After casually wiping the dewy sweat off his forehead, a group of people surrounded the physical education teacher and entered the door: "Come and be the referee for us."

Small class system, a total of [-] boys in the science class, half of them went on stage, and the other half waited on the sidelines.

The sports wooden floor of the gymnasium has been polished brightly all year round, and the basketball beats to a pleasant rhythm, accompanied by a few sharp frictions of the soles. I am used to only feeling a restless hormone, which is not harsh.

The girls chose a corner to sit on the floor, or paid attention to the dozens of figures on the field, or gathered together to chat and gossip, or consciously, seized all the time to study hard: "Who knows this question, help me!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Qiao Yumian squeezed out through the crack of the door at the right time, walked around the outer wall of the gymnasium to the shade.At the door of the locked equipment room is the physics exercise book he threw there before class. Few people pass by this place, and even if they are seen, no one will take it.As for the exercise books, there are not ten or eight books stacked on any table.

He habitually avoided the free activities of physical education class. The high school physical education teachers were very considerate, and they only checked to see if there were enough people when they gathered for get out of class. What questions students.What's more, who would skip physical education class, who is not looking forward to the opportunity twice a week, to play golf to relax, and to chat and listen to music openly.

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But Qiao Yumian was the only day student in the class, and he didn't have the opportunity to go back to the dormitory to take a shower at noon like the others, and he didn't have his own bed to close his eyes to relieve fatigue after exercise, so he tried not to sweat and didn't join in basketball and volleyball Those intense competitive activities, so as not to affect the afternoon lectures.He either listens to English radio with earphones, or finds an inconspicuous place to close his eyes and rest, or, like now, finds a quiet place to do his homework.

Sitting against the wall, he pinched the front of the sports T-shirt with his right hand and pulled it down, blowing some dry wind in through the neckline. Just now, he didn't work hard at the end of the boys' team, and he didn't sweat, only his body was slightly warm.

He took out a blank paper, put it on the exercise book and began to read the questions.

It was supposed to be finished last night, but it was approaching midnight, and he was too sleepy. He stared hard at the blank roll, and the numbers and letters floated up from the paper, flying around him.He struggled for 10 minutes without saying a single word, and finally decided to go to bed first.

It’s not that they are lazy, their high school is located in a remote place, and they have to spend three hours on the road every time they go to and from school. In order not to miss early self-study.After the evening class, it is 07:30 in the evening when I get home. I take a bath and eat for half an hour, and I go to bed before twelve o’clock. Each subject is divided equally for more than half an hour. If a subject is delayed a little, I will not be able to finish writing later. .

There is a total of half an hour of free time in physical education class, and he has to go back to show his face without anyone noticing before get out of class is over, so he can write for another 25 minutes.So he frowned and quickly finished the simple mechanics.Afterwards, electromagnetism is as big as two people, and he and physics have always been disgusted.

Not just physics, but chemistry as well.

He couldn't be more clear that with his aptitude and ability, he shouldn't study theory, and the exams in the first year of high school have also confirmed this point. Without the physics and chemistry scores, it is more than enough for him to be ranked in the top ten of the grade. Two subjects, not to mention the whole grade, even in the class, almost fell out of the top ten.

But he doesn't understand enough.

"Son."

At the end of last semester, my mother took his subject application form and did not sign it. Instead, she gently put the pen and paper back on the table and looked at him calmly, "Mom thinks that you should work harder and study science. After all, you are a boy. What's more, after the college entrance examination, science students have a wider range of choices, don't they?"

The turbulence in the calmness is hidden in the deep Sichuan character lines on the middle-aged woman's brows.

Qiao Yumian is considered a late-born child. Li Huijun gave birth to him at the age of 33. Now he is 16 years old. Li Huijun is in menopause, and his mood swings are unpredictable.In her opinion, there is nothing wrong with boys' brains and they should be learned.She not only retains the worship of science in the old days, but also has gender prejudice.

It's not just her, after graduating from junior high school, those homeroom teachers sent text messages to bid farewell to every student who was admitted to high school, wishing them a bright future.Just one more sentence for the parents of boys: Girls are stronger when they are young, but the stamina depends on boys.So-and-so must be fine!

There is not an iota of science in this statement, but many people believe it.

The mother and son competed secretly during the 10 minutes of silence. In the end, Qiao Yumian, who was not very firm, moved first, went back to the computer, deleted the word "wen" and replaced it with "li", and immediately went to the printing shop downstairs to print again. After ordering a copy, Li Huijun happily signed his name on the still-warm paper.Qiao Yumian stared at the flamboyant name and sighed silently. Anyway, he had already chosen a school that he didn't want to go to, so what if he studied science that he didn't like.What's more, even if he desperately refuses to enter the liberal arts class, Li Huijun will definitely force him to submit countless times in the two years before graduation, and will not give up until he achieves his goal.

Electromagnetism was so annoying, he lowered his head to read the question, unconsciously put the pen from his right hand to his left hand, held the right four fingers, kept the thumb straight, twisted the angle of the wrist, let the magnetic induction line in the question enter perpendicular to the palm of the hand... …Then……

Then just as he twisted his arms into a strange angle, the window above his head was suddenly pulled open, and the white pages were covered by a large shadow, like cumulonimbus clouds appearing out of thin air.

Qiao Yumian raised her head and met a pair of surprised eyes.

His face was backlit in the dark, his flying curly hair was framed by sunlight, and the background was the clear blue sky. He himself was not like a cumulonimbus cloud, but a swan with a slender neck.

The figure flying out of the window slanted, slanted against his shoulder and landed on one side of the ground.

Qiao Yumian seemed to have heard a thin creak of fascia, and the gasping hiss was particularly worrying.

Just a moment.

Only then did Qiao Yumian realize that the man was afraid of stepping on him, so he abruptly moved away from the landing point in mid-air, and it seemed that he had twisted his foot.

In fact, as long as you support it with your hands, it might not be so serious.If the motor nerves are not developed, why do such dangerous actions...

Having said that, he quickly clipped the half-finished paper back to the exercise book, and closed the pages together: "Is it important? Send you to the infirmary?"

The other party looked up, and he vaguely felt that he had seen the face of this swan.

"No, hiss..." The man tried to stand up, and after taking a step, he raised his injured foot and swayed in the air, "Why are you sitting under the window, I'm going to step on you if I slow down."

"You..." Qiao Yumian didn't know whether to laugh or cry when someone said that, but he didn't like to argue, and the other party's tone was light and friendly, neither blaming him nor affected by the sprain.

Seeing how hard he was jumping, Qiao Yumian felt that he was more or less half responsible for the sudden accident, so he took the exercise book one by one, walked over to support his arm: "I'll take you to the infirmary, it's swollen, you need to deal with it one time."

The other party didn't move, Ding Ding looked at him a little surprised.

He realized that his tone was too blunt, especially when facing classmates who were almost strangers.This is mostly due to the mother in the family who has a strong desire for control. Although he is unwilling, he still shows signs of being influenced from time to time.

He took the initiative to smile at the other party in an attempt to ease the embarrassment, but suddenly recognized the face in front of him.

There is only one boy in the whole school with a curly ponytail.Qiao Yumian remembered that he should be a senior in the third year of high school, and there were many scenes of this person in the promotional video when he entered the school.A clean short-sleeved white shirt, slender neck and arms, one side of the head, and a string of melodious melodies when the violin is played.

No wonder he didn't use his hands to support him when he landed just now. This should be instinctive. He would rather sprain his foot than hurt his hand playing the violin.

"It will hurt if you don't deal with it." Qiao Yumian licked his lips, feeling that it was still stiff, and added, "Learn...senior." He only vaguely remembered this influential figure in the school, but he had long Forgot their name.

"Pfft, why are you so cute." The man hilariously held his belly and supported him to laugh for a while before straightening up, "You don't need to go to the infirmary, I have ice packs and medicine in my dormitory."

The author says:

It seems that in novels, it is rare to see boys whose science subjects are not as good as liberal arts subjects.For the sake of his good looks, don't dislike him hhhhhh