Chapter 57 so-called new life

"Chen Yu: Hello" "I haven't told you about learning pinyin when I was a child, have I?" Yu Zhouzhou rested his chin on his left hand and looked at the rows of Aa Bb Cc Dd Ee on the blackboard, while holding a pen in his right hand, he carefully took notes on the brand new notebook.The deskmate beside her had already yawned on the table because of such boring content. She lowered her eyebrows and glanced at each other, then the corners of her mouth slightly raised. That row of letters reminded Yu Zhouzhou of the first class in the first grade of primary school, when they started to learn pinyin.Only this time, she didn't stare at the blackboard in a panic full of doubts, and she didn't poke Li Xiaozhi with a pen and ask softly, "What is this?" different.

Yu Zhouzhou went back and counted the difficulties he had experienced in his life silently, and for the first time vaguely thought about the meaning they brought to him.She couldn't remember exactly how she felt when she walked through the classroom and returned to her seat holding a 40-point paper and staring at the eyes of everyone, but she knew that if there was no embarrassment at that moment, there would be no embarrassment in the next moment. Suddenly enlightened and full of regrets, she will not face the unknown field of English so calmly now. The so-called new beginning is nothing more than repeating the past with a higher degree of difficulty. All she can do is learn to wait.

"You know, I suddenly discovered that time is very, very great. Although I knew it before, I didn't understand it at that time." She didn't know if this somewhat contrived sentence would make Chen An laugh at her, but she was sincerely grateful—although she didn't know who she was grateful for. The wall clock on the wall is ticking, not in a hurry. You will not take two steps fast because you are in trouble, nor will you take two steps slow just because you are happy. Time is the fairest magician. ---------------------------------- Yu Zhouzhou heard a terrifying howl in Chinese class, like a beast running down the stairs, followed by rumbling thunderous footsteps.She was startled, and turned her head to see a hand that was quickly raised and cut down outside the glass of the rear door, waving a long wooden board, and the white paint surface could be seen to be taken from a desk.The loud yelling and banging sounds made the corridor sound like hell on earth. The students in the class were still in a daze, but the three boys in the back row had already jumped up and almost threw themselves on the back door, lying on their backs. Excitedly watching from the rear window.

"My X, isn't this Zhao Chu from the third year of junior high school?" "I fucking said that he can't be proud for a few days. The people in the third position have more than a dozen brothers blocking him at the door every day. He jumped over the wall and ran away. As a result, he found the class today. He can run like a monk. Can't run to the temple..." The Chinese teacher is a short, short-haired woman in her thirties, always with an ice sculpture-like expression on her face. She glanced outside the door, then picked up the math teacher's teaching aids and slapped them on the blackboard. The sound made the students below shudder.

"Go back to your seat! There are no rules, right?!" The three boys left the rear window resentfully and walked back to their seats. Yu Zhouzhou also turned his head to open the textbook with lingering fear, and looked down at the article that he was going to learn today. Don't worry about it. After turning two pages, Fu turned his head again. In the penultimate row by the window, in the same position as Yu Zhouzhou in the first grade, sat a girl in a dark blue rainproof jacket, with her head bowed deeply, as if the commotion just now had nothing to do with her , The ponytail is raised high, like a messy rooster tail.

That girl is the host of "Don't Cry Seventeen".When Yu Zhouzhou saw her in the same class as him on the first day of school, he felt very magical and very happy. He was about to walk over and say to her, "Your book is here with me", but stopped after thinking about it. That's like telling the other party that I saw you being beaten and scolded by your mother. Yu Zhouzhou still held back. It's been more than a month since school started, and she hasn't spoken a word to that girl yet. The Chinese teacher continued the lecture in a flat voice: "So there are two mothers and two sons here. What is the author's intention in doing this? Who will explain it?"

The last four words were obviously just going through the motions. She didn't expect anyone to raise their hands to speak, so she lowered her head to look at the roster after asking. "Xin Meixiang?" "Xin Meixiang?" There was already faint laughter underneath.The girl sitting in the penultimate row stood up as if frightened, with her head bowed, without saying a word, like a piece of wood. "Speak!" The Chinese teacher frowned and sighed, thinking that the other party had missed his question in class, so he repeated it again, "I just asked, there are two mothers and two sons here, the author did this What is the intention?"

Time is a great magician, never stays for anyone.However, Xin Meixiang is someone who can stand still with time, and Yu Zhouzhou doesn't know who cast the spell on whom. A minute passed, and the unknown Chinese teacher stared at the girl with her head down. The laughter in the class gradually rang out, but was suppressed by the Chinese teacher's horrified expression, and it returned to dead silence. "What happened to her? On purpose?" She lowered her head and asked Yu Zhouzhou in the first row. After reading the file, the class teacher learned that Yu Zhouzhou was a student of the primary school attached to the Normal University, so he looked up to her very much and asked her to sit in the first row when arranging seats.

She shook her head and added in a low voice, "She...she didn't mean to." Yu Zhouzhou didn't know whether this practice was intentional or unintentional.The first time the Chinese teacher asked Xin Meixiang, she found it unreasonable, but in fact the same scene had happened countless times in English class. The English teacher who was supposed to be the head teacher became the general subject teacher, and a middle-aged woman who taught mathematics became the head teacher of this class. Yu Zhouzhou didn't think it was strange.Things like lottery can guarantee fairness for a while, and everything afterwards is still "easy to discuss and discuss".

The English teacher, who is still dressed like a palette, likes the question method of "driving a train".Starting from the students in the first row, the students in the back row stood up one by one to answer the questions, walked in a serpentine shape, and finally circulated to the first row.She can quickly repeat the content of the newly learned text with this kind of question many times, "how are you", "fine, thank you, and you"... Xin Meixiang is a broken rail. She stood up forever, stuck there, without saying a word.No matter how the teacher treats her—from the beginning of persuading her, encouraging and persuading her with a smile on her face, then frowning and reprimanding her, until now, leading the whole train to detour—Xin Meixiang has never had any other expressions, embarrassment , blushing, crying... nothing.

Yu Zhouzhou looked up at the Chinese teacher. They had all experienced the horrible scene when the Chinese teacher was angry, and they even felt a sweat for Xin Meixiang. However, the Chinese teacher just nodded and said to her, "Sit down." Then he grabbed a pen from Yu Zhouzhou's pen bag and made a cross on the roll. -------------------------------- There was another thing that made Yu Zhouzhou feel bad. The focus of Jiangbei District is indeed that there is a certain gap between the source of students and management and the real good schools.The class is no longer the timid and quiet at the beginning of the term, whispering during get out of class, boys and girls mingling together after class, Yu Zhou, sitting in the first row, has not been affected, but some students have reported that sitting in the back Can't hear the teacher clearly. The head teacher angrily changed the math class into a self-study class, and then began to roll the roll, calling certain quiet classmates to talk outside the classroom one by one. However, it didn't go far, and the voice was very loud. "You also know the current situation of our class. The teacher needs you to help me find out the black sheep. From now on, you will be the teacher's undercover agent. Don't let others know. Every day, you name the students who speak in other teachers' classes. Write it down and give it to me alone..." Yu Zhouzhou sat in the classroom, buried his head deeply in the English book, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Chen An, there is a saying that I think I shouldn't say because it's very rude, but I really want to tell you, don't criticize me - I think our head teacher is a bit stupid." The homeroom teacher who teaches mathematics is surnamed Zhang, named Zhang Min. On the first day of school, I wrote my name on the blackboard with a swipe of a pen, and then said seriously, "Let me introduce myself, I am your class teacher, I teach mathematics, my name is Zhang Min, and Min is agile." And I didn't see why the students below laughed. Zhang Min is very dark, very dark, fat and ugly, and he can't dress well. On the first day of school, he couldn't find the roster, so he hurriedly turned his dark blue cloth bag upside down. After turning upside down on the podium, he finally said freely, "Forget it, let's stop talking nonsense, let's start class." It was Yu Zhouzhou's first math class in junior high school. She didn't even realize how eager and focused her eyes were when she stared at the blackboard, cautiously and fearfully.That look almost frightened Zhang Min. "I became the class monitor, and was transferred to the first row. I thought the teacher was nice to me because I was a student of the primary school attached to the Normal University, but later I found out that she didn't know who I was, and then she saw me. file, it is better for me." "She said that my gaze in math class was too intense. If she were a male teacher, she might think I was in love with him." "Tell me, how can a teacher talk like that?" "So I think she's kind of silly." "I like her, though. I think she's a nice person." Yu Zhouzhou stopped writing, looked at the last sentence, and suddenly froze.She remembered that in a dream-like late night, Chen An said to her, a good person is a good person who treats you well, and a bad person is a bad person who treats you badly. She hadn't admitted it.It was only now that she discovered that some of the reasons for making judgments had quietly seeped into her blood. She thought it was intuition, but in fact, there were reasons behind it that were neither wise nor fair.