Chapter 47 Chapter 46 The Future Is Important (No.252 - No.258)

May staggered to the end. It's almost June again. June 22 last year was the day of our city's senior high school entrance examination. The geography teacher taught us that June 22nd is the perihelion, the longest day in summer in the northern hemisphere. The sky light is like a parabola opening downwards, moving towards the day of the culmination bit by bit. Hello summer. I remember at this time last year, I was still a student in the graduating class of the third grade of No. 13 Middle School. The weather was extremely hot and the senior high school entrance examination was approaching.

The sweat dripped on the test paper, and I wiped it with my arm to draw a small shallow water mark, which dried in a few seconds, leaving small wrinkles on the test paper. A year passed so quickly. How did you sing "You at the Same Table"? "At that time, the sky was always blue, and the days always passed too slowly." In fact, this is not the case. Good times always pass quickly.In the few days before the exam, I always thought that stretching the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife, can you give me a good time?But time is passing slowly every minute and every second, and we don't sympathize with our suffering at all.

However, the summer vacation after the exam passed quickly. I lay down on the table, with my whole face stuck to the Coke can that Yu Huai had just bought for me, absorbing the precious coolness from the aluminum can. There was a just-delivered math monthly exam paper under my chin, and there happened to be a red cross where the tip of my nose was facing. "It would be great if we could use a formula to calculate the relationship between effort and result." I said with emotion. If so, the world will be much less sad. "It can only be said that in most cases it is positively correlated, but it is impossible to calculate it. There are too many variables. We need to verify the correlation one by one." After Yu Huai said a series of words that I couldn't understand, He raised his head and gulped down Coke, burped in satisfaction, and sat down carelessly.

I tried my best to look in the direction of the tip of my nose with both eyes, and they saw each other. That long series of 1/(2+1)+1/(3+1)+1/(4+1)...+1/(n+1) looks so like a centipede, crawling under my nose with hands and feet, crawling all over the paper.During the monthly exam, I almost gnawed on the tip of my pen, but I still couldn't do a single one. Sequence, oh, sequence. As soon as I climbed out of the big pit of trigonometric functions, I fell into the big pit of sequence. Every time I learn a new chapter, I have to go through the frustrating process of "what am I relying on"-confusion-difficult to get the hang of it-after finally learning it but finding that I can't catch up with it.

I sat up and put away the test paper irritably. do you know?When I was young, I envied Nobita because he had Doraemon.Nobita grew up as a fool, doing whatever he could not do, and eating whatever he wanted.It doesn't matter, he still has the fat blue guy who crawled out of the drawer, and the fat blue guy will help him; if he can't help him, he doesn't dislike him either. When I was a child, I would open the drawer and check it every day after school. I didn't know when my Doraemon would come. This has always been my dream. Now part of this dream has come true, I mean, I became Nobita.

Since the final exam last semester, my grades have stabilized in the 35-40 range of our class.No matter how hard you move forward, it is useless, because the people in front are also working hard. Sometimes between classes, I would suddenly lose my mind.In summer, we changed to white gauze curtains, and the sunlight shone through the white gauze into the room, and everyone's face was softly illuminated like an idol drama.It was our group's turn to sit by the window again. Although it was very sunny occasionally, the rare thing was that there was always wind passing by.The curtains are often lifted by the wind, brushing against my face, and when they fall, they will gently envelop the people by the window and block their sight.

Like a short-lived little fortress cut off from the rest of the world. Sometimes it is me and Yu Huai who are covered in it.We looked at each other, laughed, and then he knocked off the curtains on his body, and continued to write with his head down. The sun shone on him through the cracks in the curtains.I suddenly remembered the day we first met, he just sat in this position, "writing, the best time" under my camera. best time. Most of the time, I was the only one trapped inside, and even Yu Huai was shut out from the outside world.The podium, the sound of the teacher lecturing, the red eight-character school motto above the blackboard, and the sound of reading are all outside the gauze curtain, and they didn't even notice that I was missing.

I will not rush to get rid of the entanglement of the curtains like Yu Huai, but rest on my chin and enjoy this minute of disappearance peacefully. It's like I don't have to face all the problems that bother me.Time moves forward irresistibly, but can you forget me once in a while? Last Friday, Zhang Ping issued a form. "Volunteer Form for Liberal Arts and Science Classes in Zhenhua Middle School 2003 Grade One" When he got the watch, Yu Huai glanced at it, and threw it into the desk casually.Zhang Ping's voice came leisurely from the front of the podium: "As for this form, students who plan to stay in our fifth class to study science don't need to fill it out. Students who are interested in studying literature will fill it out and ask their parents to sign it on the last column." Words, handed in uniformly before the final exam."

I hold this watch. Finally, the moment has come. "Go home and discuss it with your parents. My suggestion is this," Zhang Ping put his hands on the podium, and said to the students who had their own concerns, "Some students have firm ambitions. Well, that's of course the best. For students who are hesitant, my suggestion is to combine interest and ability when considering this." "I don't understand!" β raised his hand. At this time, the whole class was whispering, restless emotions were surging, only β was still patiently listening to Zhang Ping babbling nonsense.

"Ability is the result. Of course, you have to choose a direction that you have an advantage in. I won't bother you about this. Everyone should go back and study the results of each subject in the major and minor exams. Not only should they study the current situation, but also study the potential." Zhang Ping was very happy about the β stubble, and continued talking endlessly: "Interests are also divided into two levels. The first level refers to your interest in the two directions of physics, chemistry, biology and history and land administration, that is, the direction of arts and sciences in high school courses; the second level refers to your interest. When I was in college, I decided what major I wanted to study. If I wanted to be a mathematician, I would study science; if I wanted to study Chinese, I would naturally study literature. If you think about it early, you can set your future life goals earlier, which is a good thing.”

I held the watch, although I was a little dazed, but Zhang Ping's words still got into my mind. Yes, Geng Geng, what do you want to do? I turned my head and looked at Yu Huai who was concentrating on writing the chemistry exercise book, and the question blurted out: "Yu Huai, what do you want to do in the future?" Yu Huai was stunned. He turned his head to look at me, originally wanting to laugh at me, but seeing the serious expression on my face, he couldn't help restraining his playful mood. "I don't know. But," he lowered his voice, "I want to go to Tsinghua University to study engineering. After graduation, I will apply to study abroad for a doctorate. I haven't thought about anything after that." A year has passed, and he has gradually opened his heart to me—he used to refuse to admit that he wanted to enter Tsinghua University during the school cleaning, but now he can lightly mention it to me. Yu Huai stared at the tree not far from the window, took a while to look away, and said with a smile: "There's no need to think so far, anyway, let's plan this way first. Why do you suddenly ask this?" I shook my head, smiled shyly at him, and squeezed the class placement form in my hand. He glanced at it, moved his lips, but said nothing.He once said that he didn't want me to study literature, but I forgot to ask him why, so I hurriedly agreed. Now I want to ask, but I can’t ask. This young man who once said to me "seriously, don't study literature" is really standing at the crossroads related to my future destiny, but he dare not say irresponsible encouragement and retention easily. I remember that in the year of the senior high school entrance examination, the top ten thousand years in our class struggled for two full months, "what if I fail to pass the Zhenhua exam at this marginal level", and finally made up my mind one month before the high school entrance examination. Determined to sign the extra points admission agreement of the High School Attached to Normal University. The first choice is to apply for the High School Attached to Normal University, and if you fail the exam, you will be escorted by an extra 20 points. After that, she completely relaxed.The pressure of Kao Zhenhua was relieved, and there was no uncertainty in her life, and her whole body became radiant. During the senior high school entrance examination, because she relaxed her mind and went on stage with confidence, she got a high score that she had never achieved in the mock exam before, which exceeded the Zhenhua Unified Enrollment admission score by a full five points. You know, her goal in the past was only Zhenhua's own expense. The High School Attached to Normal University is also a good school, but it cannot be compared with Zhenhua Middle School, an oligarch in the education field.The high school admissions team of the High School Affiliated to Normal University was happy, but Wannianyi used this method to bid farewell to Zhenhua, whom he had been thinking about for three years. She cried at home for a whole week and didn't even attend the class reunion. Wannian first signed the contract with the High School Affiliated to Normal University to guarantee the bottom line. It was a safe choice after studying the application and admission policies, so as to prevent himself from not only failing to get into Zhenhua, but also missing out on other key high schools.Now she got that guaranteed result. Even if you get what you want, it's hard to get what you want. People with 99% possibility never hesitate, such as Yu Huai, such as Shen Qi. People with a 1% possibility never regret it, such as most of our junior high school graduating class. The saddest thing is the people caught in the middle, such as the number one in ten thousand years, such as me. What should have been in our own hands, but we handed it over to the fate of the ups and downs, and pretended that it was all our own choice, and we were happy. From the perspective of interest, studying liberal arts is not a loss for people like me who don't know what they want to do in the future.From the perspective of ability, for me, it is easier to memorize major events than to balance the equation.So in the end, there is nothing to hesitate about what to choose. Yes, there is nothing to hesitate about. I looked at the side face of the boy covered by the curtain, and the familiar faces outside the curtain, the faces that surrounded me when I was hit by the ball with blood all over my face. My parents talked on the phone for more than an hour about my study of arts and sciences. The final decision is, of course, go to study literature, do you still need to think about it? I'm very surprised, what else did they talk about for more than an hour. I didn't say anything, just buried my head in the pile of final review materials like an ostrich. Jian Jian and β decided early on that they would study liberal arts together. The one who wants to learn literature is β, and Jian Jian is forced to go by her. There is only one dead end for beta science.Beta, who has hovered around the bottom dozens of exams several times, belongs to the kind of person with only 1% possibility. Learning literature is a relief.Her parents have not yet planned to let her study in Beijing, so it is conservatively estimated that β will have at least a year to spend in Zhenhua. "Of course a person's life should be more and more comfortable. I finally reincarnated, not to make life difficult for myself!" She said, hugging left and right, hugging me and Jianjian vigorously. "Girls, join me in a new life full of humanistic care! Let those bitches like Kepler and Mendeleev get out of our lives hand in hand!" Simple and I were in a cold sweat. β made persistent efforts: "Also, who said that we only study liberal arts because we can't learn science well? We do it because we really like literature!" "But your science is really bad." I said softly. "So what?!" β poked his neck, "My mother's greatest ability is to describe things I can't do as things I don't want to do, how about it?!" But only after one afternoon, β screamed ah ah ah, and tore up the class placement application form with an extremely ferocious expression. The reason is that this afternoon, β went to the geography, history and political office cheaply, and chatted with the three teachers who teach Class 5 about her prospects for studying literature. During the period of voluntary deployment of arts and sciences, the liberal arts office was unprecedentedly lively. The three subjects that were neglected in the first year of high school almost turned into a psychological clinic at this time. Most of the girls and a few boys who hesitated for various reasons like to go. Seek comfort and confidence. The teachers of liberal arts were also very patient, and began to tell them the glorious legends of the previous liberal arts graduating classes they had taught. The stories of those seniors and sisters who were already active in the forefront of all walks of life turned into blood. , let the depressed classmate who had doubted that he could not study science because his head was too stupid instantly exploded and revived. But β quarreled with the geography teacher. The geography teacher who teaches class 5 is very young. The little girl who used to give lectures to the bible because of Yu Huai's talent in physics was already very high-spirited.When β revealed that his grades in science were poor and he had to study liberal arts, the geography teacher was suddenly stepped on the tail for some reason. "Don't come to study liberal arts for someone like you. There is no guarantee that liberal arts will improve your grades, and liberal arts is not easy. If you want to take a shortcut, you should go wherever you are cool. Anyway, if I teach you in the future, I won't Make you feel better." β slammed the door and rushed out of the geography office, and immediately decided that the grandson was only studying literature! Her flippant approach to life's big choices utterly shocked me and Simplicity. But β said eloquently: "Do you think that life is really what you choose? All choices are just a momentary passion. You can't see the direction of your destiny. It makes sense to choose anything. As long as you can speak, how do people who can speak live?" How reasonable." Anyway, she is good at talking. β stood in the back row of the classroom, yelling, learned ten percent of what the geography teacher said to humiliate her, then tore up the application form for studying liberal arts into shreds of paper, puffed out her chest , raised his neck, and scattered the paper towards the sky. Wow, it's better than snow.In the middle of the snow stood β full of righteous indignation, that posture, tsk tsk, steadfast. "If my mother wants to learn Chinese again, β writes backwards!" β yelled, pointing to the sky. The whole class burst into warm applause and cheers. Then the life committee member stood up, pointed at β and said, "You are indeed a member of our fifth class! You have backbone! But, β, you still have to sweep the floor." Before the self-study class in the afternoon, I secretly skipped class and ran to the sophomore area. "Senior sister, hello..." I stopped a girl who was about to go out, "Can you call Luo Zhi for me?" The girl is very beautiful, although she is only one grade behind, she is much more mature than Ling Xiangqian's beauty.She was not wearing a school uniform, and the red sweater became an excellent background wall, with her long curly hair hanging down to her waist.When I stopped her, she was rushing out. When she turned her head, her black hair like a waterfall swung towards her like a tide. I leaned back and barely avoided it. "Oh, yes." She smiled and winked at me. I was dumbfounded by the electricity, and suddenly understood what the words "bright eyes and kind eyes" meant. The girl called Luo Zhi's name into the classroom, and ran out the door.In the corridor, there were also a few seniors from other classes of sophomore year, who gathered together in twos and threes. Many of them knew her well. When they saw her walk out of the classroom, they suddenly booed together. "Ye Zhanyan is looking for her man!" The beautiful senior named Ye Zhanyan turned around and cursed with a smile, without stopping, she ran towards the bright window at the end of the corridor, her endless long hair swaying with her steps, which made me fascinated. Wait a minute, Ye Zhanyan? Isn't this the name of the girlfriend of the legendary Sheng Huainan God?Big gossip! My heart pounded as I realized this. Sure enough, good-looking people will be with good-looking people. I looked up at the white light tube on the ceiling with emotion.But it's okay, Yu Huai is not very good-looking. "What do you want from me, little girl?" At this moment, Senior Sister Luo Zhi appeared at the door. "Ah? Oh, hello senior!" I bowed a lot first, and when I got up, I felt the strange eyes of the seniors and sisters around me, and I couldn't help being embarrassed. "How can you do such a great gift..." She laughed. Of course, I thought to myself, how can I not pay for psychological counseling. "You are the second person who came to ask me if I should study liberal arts." Luo Zhi said. I sat side by side with her on the window sill on the third floor of the administrative area, leaning my back against the glass.The afterglow of the setting sun made people feel warm, but it was not hot at all.Her whole body was covered with fluffy golden halos, and she smiled so kindly. "Who's the other one?" I couldn't help but wonder. "My name is Ling Xiangqian. She is a very pretty little girl." "She is the goddess of our class." I introduced. He had heard from Yu Huai that Ling Xiangqian planned to study liberal arts a long time ago. Although this news was not as shocking as Sheng Huainan's love affair, it was widely spread. Many girls are saying behind their backs that it's hard to live up to a prestigious name. It seems that big beauties can't stay in a class of fierce competition. Who doesn't like to see beautiful women embarrassed? Ling Xiangqian's life is probably beyond my imagination.Everyone lives in Zhenhua's ocean, only she has become an ornamental fish because of her beauty, and her every move is criticized, innocent but hard to be sympathized with. "Really?" Luo Zhi listened to my introduction, thoughtfully, "No wonder the pressure is so great." Luo Zhi is the master of liberal arts in our second year of high school, firmly sitting on the top throne, so many teachers have told us that we can talk to her about studying literature.But in the end, only Ling Xiangqian, who made many girls look down upon her, had the guts to chat with a strange senior sister. Beautiful girls are born with self-confidence, and they can't accept it. I still couldn't help gossiping: "Well, senior sister, can you tell me what happened to Ling Xiangqian?" "I'm just as confused as you about whether to study liberal arts," she said, "Isn't it because those girls are stupid enough to study liberal arts? Humanities is easier than science, and they are all admitted to a class of top students like this, but it's very difficult to come out to study literature." The clichés of shame and so on are getting angry, I also came out of the top class to study literature, so she came to ask for experience, and wanted me to give her some confidence so that she could face the attack of rumors." "Then why did you study liberal arts back then?" Luo Zhi didn't expect that I would suddenly walk from Ling Xiangqian to her side, and my eyes flickered. "Because liberal arts is really simple, who doesn't want life to be easier." She smiled. lie. I feel this way, but don't understand why. I can only continue to ask: "Did those contemptuous clichés you said just now didn't affect you at all?" Luo Zhi shook her head and smiled: "I never care what others say." How many people have said such words in anger when they are besieged by the world, no one is as convincing as her. "However," Luo Zhi took the initiative of the conversation back into her own hands, "You also face the same troubles as the little goddess? Don't you?" Luo Zhi had a smirk on her face. That's right, I don't deserve to be attacked from my grades to my appearance, so I can't help shaking my head in shame. "So what are you embarrassing about? If you think science is difficult, then come and learn literature and be my primary school girl." She reached out and patted my shoulder, affectionately entering the MLM mode. I don't know what's going on, but the emotion I was holding back surged like a gate when she suddenly hugged my shoulder with a smile like a big sister. "The future is important." I suddenly choked up. "But I can't bear to leave alone."