Chapter 9 Chapter 8 The Flood of Formalism (No.40 - No.46)

On the day Laishun left, all of us cried.I was very sad for Laishun at that time. I heard that his family was very poor, but in fact he came out to serve in the army when he was not a few years older than us.I remember hearing my dad say that sometimes recruits in the army are often bullied very badly.I don't know whether Lai Shun's stupid and thin skin that doesn't know how to flatter can be enjoyed in the army-even thinking about it a little further, the group of people he commanded and taught will enter higher education institutions in two or three years. Advanced education, good job, good income, good house, good life—and where was he then?

This kind of thinking is heard by my mother and will be reprimanded as naive, while my father will laugh and forgive me for my stupidity. My mother always looks at problems from the perspective of "my fate is up to me".Her world does not tolerate the weak, and there is no unfairness of "inconsistent starting lines".If you are not doing well, with few tickets and a small house, then you are to blame for not working hard to climb to a higher level to live a good life, you deserve it... My dad, on the other hand, will tolerate my little brat's microscopic extremes from the macroscopic perspective he cultivated with "Reference News" and government internal references.The uneven distribution of educational resources is a temporary phenomenon, and a society's pursuit of competition and efficiency is greater than fairness, which is the need of the development stage. Therefore, not everyone has the opportunity to live a good life. At this stage, from a macro perspective...

It's all nonsense. I hate their ruthlessness.Adult cruelty. I just remember Laishun telling us that he was envious of us being able to study. Then he waved his hand and said, "Study hard." I cried so hard.Yu Huai lowered his head, pursed his lips, and did not speak. So, we officially started the new semester. Early in the morning, Zhang Ping called Yu Huai and the tall boys sitting in the back row to carry books.I was very excited to see stacks of new textbooks bundled with plastic ropes being transported into the classroom. I am excited to distribute textbooks every new semester.I have been doing this since the first grade of elementary school. The textbooks are passed from the first row to the back. At that time, I envied the students in the front row to have more choices-removing all the broken or stained pages. , pick out the newest book for myself, and pass the rest to the back desk—however, one of my little friends was very distressed and said that she was assigned a broken book at that time, so she picked a new one. Ben, put the broken one back and continued to pass it on, but was criticized by the teacher.

Public criticism.Then a boy in the class who was very popular with the teacher stood up and took the initiative to receive the broken book, which was warmly applauded by the whole class and praised by the teacher, oh, and there was a little red flower. My little friend was very, very painful. She stared at me seriously: "I know I was wrong, but I asked that boy for that broken book, and he refused to give it to me! If this continues, the teacher will never forgive me for the rest of my life. " I patted her on the shoulder, feeling really sorry for her. Being held hostage by the teacher will last a lifetime, how terrible.

Later, I didn't know the ownership of the broken book, whether it was taken home by one of the two of them and decorated with a photo frame. Textbooks are not cheap.As a consumer, why would you rush for a broken book?The awareness of rights protection is really fucking bad. I was thinking wildly, the book had already been delivered to my hand, I read it fondly, and felt Yu Huai's surprised gaze. "What's wrong?" "You... the first time you saw the textbook for the first year of high school?" "Yeah, didn't you just post it?" He shrugged: "Yes, yes, it's all right."

Then, I took out the weapon I had prepared a long time ago—an old calendar rolled into a roll and wrapped with waste newspaper. I don't like the colorful book covers sold in cultural and educational stores.There are only three kinds of book covers—brown kraft paper, white calendar paper, and blue-gray drawing paper. In addition to the calendar paper, the other two rely heavily on your parents' professional attributes, and the nature of my parents' work, it is estimated that they can only get invoices and government work reports, and these two are definitely not used to cover books.

When I was happily planning to start work, I saw Yu Huai's surprised expression that almost dropped his eyeballs on the table. "Have you never seen a book cover?" "When did you come here? Now you still wrap the book cover?" "I don't like books that are worn and dirty." "Beautiful fists and embroidered legs." "Leave me alone?!" I slowly took out the scissors and transparent glue from my schoolbag, and Yu Huai's sigh became heavier and heavier. After wrapping it up, I took out a pen and carefully prepared to write the title and class name on the cover. I was so pious that I almost burnt incense with my hands, and suddenly remembered that my handwriting was ugly.

In the past, my father wrote my name on the book covers. My father's handwriting is very beautiful.As I said, when he is at home on vacation, he likes to grow flowers and birds and write brush calligraphy, just like a retired veteran cadre. My nib was hanging in the air for a long time, and finally I put it down. "Why don't you write?" "I can't write well." "Formalism. Write the title of the book and your name. You know which one is which, and others know it's yours. You still want to put it in a photo frame?" It was exactly the same as my malicious speculation about that broken book back then. I laughed, which frightened Yu Huai.

"By the way," I suddenly remembered "the best time", so I grabbed his sleeve excitedly, "Yu Huai, help me write, you seem to be very good at writing." After Yu Huai was complimented, he was embarrassed to continue to condemn my formalism, and picked up the pen awkwardly. "Don't blame me for the bad writing." Even without looking in the mirror, I knew I was laughing like a dog: "No blame, no blame, write it." So, he swiped the pen. "English". Leave two lines blank. "Zhenhua Middle School". "Five classes a year".

"Yu Huai". Then we looked at each other for a long time while he blushed and scratched the back of his head. "That... I accidentally wrote it as my own, so I just let it go... How about you repackage it? Oh, I still have correction fluid!" I looked at it, and for some reason, I was a little happy instead. I can't explain the feeling, I feel light in my heart. "That's it," I put the book into the hole of the table and handed him the next one, "keep writing, it doesn't matter who's name it is." Zhang Ping appointed a temporary class committee—to ask everyone to raise their hands to recommend themselves.Yu Huai recommended himself as a sports committee member, while Han Xu was appointed by Zhang Ping as a study committee member—I didn't know that little boy had such good grades in school.

The squad leader is simple and honest, with a very dark face, and he is also a boy named Xu Yanliang. Yu Huai insisted that this was Zhang Ping's conspiracy, because only Xu Yanliang was darker than him in the whole class, so Zhang Ping would be able to stand on the podium with the class monitor in the future, and he would be able to show off his fair complexion. Han Xu's face was still as calm as water.He was sitting right in front of my table with Yu Huai, in the second-to-last row next door.Jian Jian sat beside him like a little wife, and Jian Jian's friend, a hot girl whose name I still don't know, sat behind Jian Jian, just like me in the last row. I remembered the scene when I divided the seats, and I giggled. The first class is Zhang Feng's math class.He was tall and thin with glasses, fair complexion, slender eyes, high cheekbones, and looked... a little bit mean. And it's very cold, the complete opposite of Zhang Ping, who doesn't smile at all.I waited for Zhang Feng's opening speech with the mentality of watching the reunion of passionate friendship, and there was only one sentence: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Feng, and I will teach you high school mathematics from today." Then he opened the book, "Today we will proceed to the first section of the first chapter, and introduce you to the concepts of elements and sets." "He's so boring." I leaned down on the table. "He's here for class, do you think he's in a TV series?" Yu Huai glanced at me and took out a math book from his schoolbag. Same edition, but a used book, without a cover, of course. So, I finally knew what was in his big schoolbag—used textbooks, exercise books, and calculus books. "Why is it old?" "During the vacation, I learned the first-year course in advance, so I bought it first," he flipped through it casually, and added, "Most people have made up lessons in advance, or studied by themselves. I heard that Lin Yang and the others have competitions." Yes, it seems that I need to learn a little basic physics and mathematical analysis in college in advance." I didn't know who Lin Yang was, and I didn't ask.But when Yu Huai didn't listen to Zhang Feng's lecture and started flipping through "Queen Xiong's Secondary Chemistry Workbook", I found sadly that I accidentally broke into the super Saiyan country of Namek. Most people have learned it beforehand. So, I unwittingly became a handful of extremists with ulterior motives. Opening the newly bought beautiful notebook, I felt a little better, and I began to seriously copy the definition of set given by Zhang Feng on the blackboard. "That thing is useless, it's all in the book, what's the point of copying it, it's a waste of time." Without raising his head, Yu Huai gave me such a comment. "I'm happy." His face was a little uneasy.Although I know he's right. "It's kind of a reminder that it's useless." He shrugged and continued to work on his problem. I know that Yu Huai's reminder is for my own good, but I don't want to admit it because of my poor self-esteem.Sometimes I would rather others laugh in my heart that I don't know how to study efficiently, but I must smile and say to me, oh, your notebook is so beautiful. As soon as the new semester started, I knew that Yu Huai was a top student. Maybe it's because his tattered books have been sucked out of their essence. Maybe it's because he was doing "Complete Interpretation of Wang Houxiong's Textbook" for the second year of high school. Maybe it's because he heard the look of disdain and yearning when he heard the first and second shifts on the day of reporting-you know, if you almost didn't get it, it would make people angry, but if you were far away, it would make you calm.So, I'm calm and he's excited. And later on, Yu Huai was finally not afraid of hurting my face, and admitted that he also judged from the very beginning that I would not be a top student. I asked why. He snorted unprincipledly: "Because you wrapped the book cover."