Chapter 88 God loves the world

Ling Xiangqian stood on the flag-raising square in a daze. Waking up early after a lazy holiday was too much for her.Dad left very early in the morning, and Ling Xiangqian had to arrive at school more than an hour earlier in order to take his car. Suddenly I heard someone whispering beside me, "Look, that's Ling Xiangqian." Ling Xiangqian pretended not to hear anything, and did not tilt her gaze to the source of the sound, but raised her face and turned to talk to Li Jingyuan behind her, her charming and bright smile was facing the direction of the speaker. "so beautiful."

"Yeah, my studies are still so good. I came out of the second class to study literature, and I must be the first in the school year." The corner of Ling Xiangqian's mouth tilted up again, although she was still a little dizzy, but intuitively she was already the center of the flag-raising square.Life is like a performance, glamorous and beautiful, entertaining others and entertaining ourselves.And from the very beginning of her student life, there was a certain push against her. From Sissi, who had the most little red flowers in the kindergarten to today, she has been raising her head to accept the nectar from the world, where all the envy and love are soaked. , let a person cannot stop.After reading at night, I got the best grades, and then sat on the sofa in a well-behaved manner, facing my uncles and aunts who had a headache for their children's grades and praised themselves as "perfect", showing a humble and gentle smile, and whispering behind my back that I I really don't like to be complimented——Ling Xiangqian doesn't know why every time such a scene occurs, the bottom of my heart is always overflowing with happiness like a fountain.

The beautiful Ling Xiangqian occasionally puts her hands in front of her forehead to look at the sun, and what she sees brilliantly in a trance is her own boundless life. It is because of this that I feel sad for the flaws.In the morning, I can only put the book on my lap and look down because I am afraid that others will see the history book that has become crumpled due to water.There are piles and piles of notebooks in Ling Xiangqian's house, all of which are of high quality and beautiful, but only the first few pages are written—in most cases, it is because the writing on those pages is not good-looking, or the rows are crooked, or it is not compatible with this book. Also sprinkled with water, so it was shelved.When I was in elementary school, I liked beautiful stationery. Sometimes I accidentally scratched the paint off the shell of the ballpoint pen I just bought, so I had to insist on buying a brand new one—only to find out later that it was actually the broken pen. It's the most casual to use.God knows why.

I feel a little irritable in the morning because I am impatient to buy a new history book.Just such little things. She suddenly thought of the weird Jiang Chuan who once told her philosophically that perfectionism is doomed to an unsatisfactory end. Everyone came out of the teaching building slowly, chatting and squabbling in the flag-raising square, and the dean urged the classes to stand in line with an octave-high voice, the voice was so sharp that it could cut diamonds. The girl in front of her who was wearing overalls and was busy putting on her school uniform coat seemed to be Yu Zhouzhou, the Yu Zhouzhou who looked at him and smiled at him in the morning.

When they met again, Ling Xiangqian could hardly remember what kind of girl Yu Zhouzhou was, although she vaguely remembered that she had made herself very embarrassed when she was a child. But that's all in the past.She didn't know how to restrain herself in the past. Yu Zhouzhou was admitted to Zhenhua, and even scored 2 points higher than himself in the senior high school entrance examination. Having said that, Yu Zhouzhou also studied liberal arts. Thinking of this, Ling Xiangqian suddenly panicked.Accepting praise requires a certain ability to take responsibility, and she, Ling Xiangqian, will definitely be the first in the school year?

Ling Xiangqian's sunny mood suddenly poured down with unreasonable rain. There is one more person.Xin Rui—that dark and cold girl, like Yu Zhouzhou, was also transferred from class one. However, even if the two of them are not strong enough to beat him, there are top talents in the ordinary class who come to the liberal arts class, who knows if there will be a dark horse?If in the end Ling Xiangqian fails to meet everyone's expectations, what will everyone think of her? Thoughts are so chaotic surge, and finally upset. "I declare that the Zhenhua Middle School flag-raising school meeting will begin now!"

Chen Jingsa's voice and the teaching director are like sisters. This sentence was said by Jiang Chuan after Chen Jingsa was selected as the host of the flag-raising school meeting in the first year of high school.At that time, Ling Xiangqian just lowered her head and smiled, and did not respond, but secretly admired the wonderfulness of this sentence.When he looked up, he saw Chen Jingsa's sneer, and his face flushed all of a sudden.Jiang Chuan is a bit of a sissy, unattractive in appearance, but born with a kind of arrogance and gentleness that no one pays attention to, and his words often hit the nail on the head.Chen Jingsa wisely didn't argue with him, but made things difficult for Ling Xiangqian, who wanted to protect herself all the time.

To be angry, you have to show it to those who will give a satisfactory response.Ling Xiangqian is such a target.She longed for everyone's friendship and recognition more and more, and Chen Jingsa became a big stone in her heart. Every Monday morning, she would use her voice like a tape recorder to remind herself that someone hates you, very annoying, very annoying. When the flag was raised and the national anthem was sung, there were still many people chatting. At this time, the loudspeaker went up and down, as if the good effect just now was to show courteousness to Chen Jingsa.Many people still did not take off their peaked caps, and the national anthem actually sang three parts.

"Next, please enjoy the speech under the national flag, "Golden Autumn September, Zhenhua people set sail for a long voyage", the speaker is Chu Tiankuo, Class 2, Grade 2." There was thunderous applause.There seems to be very few such situations in my memory. Everyone is generally distracted or chatting, especially the people in the middle and back part of the playground.This time, however, the students were surprisingly supportive.Even the speakers work well.The calm and clear voice spread throughout the quiet square. Ling Xiangqian lowered her head and smiled. Everyone was stretching their necks to look at the little black spot on the flag-raising platform, but her eyes drifted away, with a nonchalant look, but her ears were nervously catching the other party's pleasant voice.Such a calm and clear voice, just like this person.

I went to look for him in the morning, and delayed the agreed time, hoping to receive a text message from the other party asking, but I didn't, so I had to rush out of the classroom to rush to the first class before the flag was raised.The students in their class came in and out at the door, looking at her with gossip expressions.Ling Xiangqian hopes to be noticed by others, she hopes to be rumored to gossip with Chu Tiankuo, but she doesn't want to be spread that she is actively pursuing—so she hopes that Chu Tiankuo will come to the door of her class and say, please find Ling Xiangqian—— ——then moved towards the door with an indifferent expression and a slight blushing amidst the booing with laughter from the surrounding people, and said to the good-looking boy at the door, what's the matter?

So she borrowed books from the other party, and hoped that Chu Tiankuo would come to her class to pick up the books, but every time Ling Xiangqian sent a text message asking Chu Tiankuo to come and pick up the books, he was busy, Ling Xiangqian had to pretend to be considerate I went to the first class to deliver books, and greeted a few hasty farewells with a reserved expression. She has been chased by many people since she was a child, and she knows how to express the love that boys can't hide from the corners of their eyes and brows.Some people are eager to show courteousness, while others deliberately find trouble and bully them viciously. In fact, they are all clumsy ways of showing love by young boys, and they all convey the same message, Ling Xiangqian, I like you. However, the boy standing on the flag-raising platform in front of him, his good-looking but slightly unfamiliar smile, and his polite and measured concern all fascinated and distressed Ling Xiangqian. This boy's heart is like a lottery ticket. After trying for a long time, there is still no definite answer. Maybe he just admires her. Or maybe I didn't even appreciate it, it was just a matter of politeness. Ling Xiangqian looked up at the bright sky in September.She remembered that when she was a child, she mistakenly thought that she liked Lin Yang. The adults always joked about it. Over time, she also felt that Lin Yang belonged to her, and she would marry Lin Yang and take care of him for the rest of her life—then the two of them chatted about this so-called "" Doll kiss", they all laughed from ear to ear. At that time, when Lin Yang was a little distracted and indifferent to herself, she would cry, scream to vent her anger, and drive away the boys and girls around Lin Yang who she didn't like.So clear and domineering likes and dislikes, I still miss it now.It's a pity that when I grow up, I realize that everything is an illusion. Because she met Chu Tiankuo. It turns out that liking someone will make you dumb, and you will learn to pretend. She won't rush up and say, Chu Tiankuo, why don't you say hello to me, Chu Tiankuo, why don't you talk to those girls? How annoying are they... Teenagers' minds are like layers of clouds.The kind of mood that is as cloudless as the sky in childhood will never be there again. "Zhenhua people won the laurels in the college entrance examination that ended not long ago, and our successors who are about to embark on a new journey will fulfill our mission and write a new splendid chapter for Zhenhua..." The school needs the rate of enrollment, and the students need a good future. In fact, there is no mission or non-mission, it is just a kind of cooperation.Parents are customers, students are products, it's that simple.Ling Xiangqian lowered her head and restlessly rubbed the floor tiles with her toes, quietly thinking about the conversation she had with Chu Tiankuo in the morning. "The new class had a meeting, how do you feel?" "Very good. The male class teacher teaches history. He looks strict. I think he should be quite experienced in leading the class... His name is Wu Wenlu, do you know him?" "Oh, I know, when he was in the first year of high school, he borrowed from our class to perform in a public class. He is a very good teacher." "Um... yeah, that would be great." The eloquent Ling Xiangqian had nothing to say. There is rarely a long silence between Chu Tiankuo and Chu Tiankuo, and the other party always has the ability to end the topic before the embarrassing blank. "The flag is about to be raised, let's go back quickly." Maybe he felt that such a farewell was too hasty and impolite, so he added, "It's really beautiful with loose hair, but unfortunately the school doesn't advocate it." With a nice smile, casual tone, and ambiguous words without ambiguous meaning, Chu Tiankuo turned around cleanly and replayed it in Ling Xiangqian's mind over and over again.Ling Xiangqian played with the ends of her hair with her fingers, a feeling of humbleness that she had never felt before steamed up in her heart. I forgot which book I read, loving someone is a very humble and humble thing, especially when the other person doesn't love you. Ling Xiangqian looked up at the person who was speaking seriously for the last time, then bowed her head deeply. too far away. The applause rang out again. "Damn it, it must be poetry recitation again, the broken school can't do other routines." Ling Xiangqian frowned at the hoarse curses of the girl behind her.However, there is really nothing new.Poetry recitation is a must, but we just need to see if Xu Liyang changes to a new male partner. "Next, please enjoy the poem recitation, "The Name Buried in My Heart". Let us welcome Xu Liyang from Class 6 of Year 2 and Lin Yang from Class 2 of Year 2." Ling Xiangqian stood there gaping open-mouthed——Lin Yang, poetry recitation? ! There was warm applause and applause on the playground at this time. Lin Yang's popularity among boys has always been good. There is nothing to say. He is also a clean and good-looking boy. He and Chu Tiankuo have completely different temperaments. But Ling Xiangqian has no doubt that Lin Yang can complete the task satisfactorily. In literature, film and television works, such foolish and clever boys are usually powerful characters who surprise people at critical moments, and Lin Yang has performed this role many times. Such a vulgar plot, so even if he showed a master level today, Ling Xiangqian would not frown.However, she was surprised why Lin Yang would accept such a helpless task as poetry recitation—reciting those nasty parallel sentences with a strong voice, no matter how it seems, it would not be Lin Yang's doing. Xu Liyang's golden voice sounds old. The sweet but not greasy voice has been chanted among freshmen for a long time. It appeared frequently at the opening ceremony of the flag-raising ceremony and art festival, and gradually became accustomed to it. But today, Lin Yang. "Zhenhua, how many people are calling your name over and over again in the ends of the earth." "Zhenhua, how many people in Haijiao Tianya care about you again and again." Lin Yang's voice was also very nice, although it was not as deep and domineering as Chu Tiankuo's, but it was more cordial and lively. This guy is quite serious in reading, although he is not devoted at all. Ling Xiangqian sometimes thinks this is simply a miracle.Jiang Chuan, Ling Xiangqian, and Lin Yang are all classmates since elementary school.Although she has figured it out that she doesn't really like Lin Yang, Ling Xiangqian still has an uncontrollable desire to monopolize Lin Yang. Even sometimes, the ambiguity and tacit understanding between her and Lin Yang will give herself confidence and courage in many cases. The lengthy flag-raising ceremony was finally over. Ling Xiangqian walked towards the teaching building with the team, and when passing the flag-raising platform, she secretly glanced at Chu Tiankuo who was arranging equipment from the corner of her eye. Ling Xiangqian's heart tightened. I would rather be that pile of equipment. The idea of ​​this third-rate idol drama level made Ling Xiangqian despise herself. Instead, Lin Yang and a group of boys passed by laughingly, Ling Xiangqian keenly felt that he seemed to be searching for someone, so she snickered in her heart and deliberately appeared not far from him. "Hey, Ling Xiangqian." really. Ling Xiangqian turned her head to the side and smiled brightly, "Not bad you, you performed quite well today!" "Oh, is it." Today Lin Yang is extraordinarily reserved. Although he is still smiling, he seems to have lost his soul.Ling Xiangqian frowned, "What's wrong with you, are you okay?" Many boys around started to laugh badly, and stayed away from the two of them one after another. Ling Xiangqian was not very disgusted with this kind of gossip and booing from boys, especially when the object was Lin Yang. "I'm fine." The lonely voice made Ling Xiangqian stunned for a while. "You pighead, what are you pretending to be a melancholy and beautiful boy!" Ling Xiangqian snorted, but her heart was beating a little.I have never seen Lin Yang like this. "I'm really fine, why am I depressed?" Lin Yang turned his face and smiled from Ling Xiangqian, "I just regret why I promised Teacher Du to read this poem." "What? You read it very well!" After speaking, Ling Xiangqian felt a little bored. "Thank you." Lin Yang replied flatly. "Master Lin Yang, you don't seem like someone who would worry about such things. When did you care about your own image?" "hehe." Lin Yang's absent-minded appearance made Ling Xiangqian a little angry, and the two of them didn't speak for a long time. "Okay, okay, I won't quarrel with you anymore, I'm going to the bathroom, you go upstairs first." Ling Xiangqian gave him a blank look, cut off the conversation at the right time, turned to the other side of the corridor with a sullen face, and didn't look back Look at Lin Yang.Want to hear the other party say "Hey, are you angry?" But there was nothing, just silence. Going back to the door of the third class with a lot of crutches, Ling Xiangqian regained her smile the moment she stepped in. The head teacher motioned for everyone to be quiet. This dark-faced man stood in front of the podium, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. "Students, please sit down. I will use the few minutes before class to talk a few words. We didn't say much in the small class meeting before the start of the school last time. We allocated seats and got the textbooks, and then it ended in a hurry. I didn't say anything. I have time to introduce myself, but you all know that my surname is Wu, and I teach history, my mobile phone number and my home phone number will be written on the reminder board next to me when get out of class is over, and the office is in the history teaching and research group on the fifth floor." "Come to study liberal arts—whether it's your own choice or you have no choice—it doesn't matter. The important thing is that we have a chance to start again. I hope everyone can spend the last two years of high school in a down-to-earth manner. It will take a united effort from our entire class.” Ling Xiangqian smiled slightly.She also really wants to know whether she chooses herself or is forced to do so, or are the two actually the same thing? "There are five liberal arts classes in our school, two are in the main school, that is, class seven and our third class, and three are in branch schools, class 13, 17 and class 20. The reason why I mentioned these is that I hope everyone can understand this The situation, it can be said that the seventh class can go hand in hand with our class. The two liberal arts classes in the history of Zhenhua have always been like this. Of course, I don’t mean to put pressure on everyone. We are all members of the collective. The class will naturally improve when the grades are improved. There are few students studying literature in the main school, so the borrowers who do not have academic status are all assigned to our Class 7 and Class 3. Of course, I have always been with the main school branch school. All students are treated equally, so the requirements are naturally very strict..." Before he could finish speaking, Wu Wenlu was called out by someone outside the door. There was some small commotion in the class. "Damn it, what on earth is this black-faced Mr. Bao trying to say? The heads of the aunts who are going around are getting bigger." It's very simple. In fact, it's just two points. The first is not to lose to Class 7 in grades, and the second is that borrowers who don't have school status should be careful. I'm welcome.Ling Xiangqian thought to herself, with a smile oozing from the corner of her mouth, she lowered her head to look at the history book on her lap. "Everyone be quiet." Wu Wenlu did not continue the topic just now, "We have just established a new class, and we may not have a way to understand everyone's level and strength, but the class committee of the new class still needs to be formed. My idea is, I will start with the information I got from everyone’s freshman files, and directly appoint the class leader, and then after a period of time when everyone gets to know each other, a democratic election will be held again, do you have any opinions on this method?” It was very quiet below, and no one answered. "Okay, I'll read the list now." Ling Xiangqian raised her head, suddenly feeling a little uneasy. "First of all, the squad leader, I chose Ling Xiangqian." Sure enough. Wu Wenlu's eyes stopped near her, Ling Xiangqian had no choice but to stand up, politely smiled and said, Hello everyone, I am Ling Xiangqian, from class 2, please cooperate and take care of me in the future. The students also gave polite applause, accompanied by a little whispering. "Then, the study committee member will be, uh, this one's name is Xin Rui." Ling Xiangqian turned sideways, and a girl sitting obliquely behind her stood up, with an expressionless face, uniform light black skin, plain facial features, a thin figure, and an uncomfortable indifferent voice. "Hi everyone, my name is Xin Rui, and I come from Class One. However, it doesn't mean that my grades must be good." When she said this, she suddenly burst into a bright smile, and her whole temperament changed. Ling Xiangqian felt The oppressive atmosphere in the class suddenly relaxed, but this smile vaguely made her uncomfortable. "I just hope that as a study committee member, I can help everyone adapt to the new class as soon as possible, and find a good method in the new subject as soon as possible. I will work hard." The applause was far more enthusiastic than that given to Ling Xiangqian, Ling Xiangqian's face turned slightly red. When Xin Rui sat down, his smiling gaze was cast directly on Ling Xiangqian's face.Ling Xiangqian has a keen peripheral vision, but this time she couldn't turn her head to look directly at the other party's smile no matter what. The cafeteria at noon was crowded with people, and Ling Xiangqian and Li Jingyuan couldn't find a seat with their plates. "What should I do? I'm so annoying. There are 400 more freshmen this year than ours, and we recruited seven more classes." Aren't you a borrower yourself? You might as well be a student admitted to a branch school.Ling Xiangqian thought to herself, and shrugged her shoulders with a helpless expression to express her agreement with Li Jingyuan's words. "Hey, Ling Xiangqian!" Ling Xiangqian turned her head and saw Jiang Chuan, Lin Yang and Lin Yang's group of cronies. It was Jiang Chuan who called her, and Lin Yang still had a distraught expression from the beginning to the end. "We're almost done eating, you two sit here." "Thank you." Ling Xiangqian angrily ignored Lin Yang, but nodded to Jiang Chuan indifferently. "Are you fighting?" Li Jingyuan was eating, and suddenly asked. "Us? Who?" Ling Xiangqian was a little restless. "You and Lin Yang, since junior high school, everyone has said that you two are actually a couple, standard childhood sweethearts." "No, they are neither childhood sweethearts nor quarreled." Ling Xiangqian suddenly felt a little sour at the corners of her mouth. "I think so too," Li Jingyuan continued to speak with his mouth in his mouth, "I think Chu Tiankuo is more suitable for you." Ling Xiangqian's heart skipped a beat. "Oh?" "Why is the tofu so salty today, kill the salt seller?" "yes." Li Jingyuan didn't say any more, just babbled on some boring things. Why don't you say it anymore? Why do I match Chu Tiankuo better?Ling Xiangqian's heart was hanging in the air, but she was always chatting with Li Jingyuan about some boring things with her smiling face. Why do I match Chu Tiankuo better?Is it just you who thinks this way or does a lot of people say it?What did they say?Has Chu Tiankuo heard of such rumors?What would he think? Do you know how I feel in my heart?Do you know that I really really like Chu Tiankuo? Ling Xiangqian looked at Li Jingyuan's swollen mouth and the spittle flying posture, her nose was sore. never mind. Only Ling Xiangqian knew that she called for friends, but she didn't even have anyone who could talk to the girls. Why is there no one trustworthy in this world. why.