Chapter 51 Chapter 50 If I Were Qingfeng (No.273 - No.278)

The first year of high school was on vacation, and the third year of high school graduated. Only we, the second year of high school, were still wandering in this slightly empty building. Less than two months of summer vacation was deducted for one month to make up lessons.In the last month of learning new courses, as soon as the third year of senior high school officially begins, we will all enter the first round of review. In the sweltering summer, the three ceiling fans in the classroom turned into three warm hair dryers, which could not relieve the restlessness in people's hearts.There are several basins of water on the floor of the classroom. The teacher said that this cooling down is probably also a psychological effect.

But it's really cool for simplicity.Because she would often stand up dizzy, stepping on the basin and splashing herself all over. At this time, the few of us would laugh and laugh, and the eyes of β and I would become extraordinarily dim. Jian Jian now only sleeps for four hours a day, and spends all his time studying. When he falls asleep in class, he still holds a pen tightly in his hand. And Han Xu just sat there and read a book motionless, just like Bei Lin who was sitting behind him, as if all the excitement around him had nothing to do with them. I stared closely at the two people who were as silent as two Buddhas.

Until Yu Huai, who was busy doing the competition practice questions, couldn't help reaching out and patted me gently, saying, "Geng Geng, don't look at it." Bei Lin was transferred to our class at the beginning of the second year of high school. After the division of arts and sciences, Class 3 and Class 7 were ruthlessly dismantled by the school. The class numbers and classrooms were vacated, and the students who chose the text moved in collectively, thus forming two brand new liberal arts classes.The students in Class 3 and Class 7 who originally studied science were evenly assigned to other classes.

Of course, "other classes" did not include "Noble Class 1" and "Noble Class 2", two deadly rivals who could even fight in basketball leagues. It was at this time that Bei Lin and the other three students were transferred to Class Five. She wears a pair of glasses, looks fair and quiet, but has very short hair cut; because she is slightly tall, Zhang Ping arranges her in the last row, just behind Han Xu. β has always been interested in new classmates, and her own nickname is also called β, so she wants to make friends with Bei Lin, and have a "Pei Sister Flower" who can enter Paramount Shanghai in the 1930s. combination or something.

Belling, however, ignored no one. Zhu Yao, who is also a study freak, is just very hardworking. Although she avoids cleaning and cares about grades in order to save study time, she is still a seventeen-year-old girl who likes to join in the fun. Come back and chat with me for a few days.When Yu Huai was away, she was also willing to teach me two exercises—anyway, I would never be able to do better than her in any subject in my life. But Bei Lin really ignored anyone. She shocked us in the first midterm exam.Bei Lin overwhelmed Han Xu with a three-point advantage and became the new leader of Class Five.

She is like a robot, no matter how enthusiastically β strikes up a conversation, Bei Lin just responds with a faint smile. At that time, Jian Jian would suddenly ask us during the chat: "Do you think Bei Lin looks like the female version of Han Xu?" β always laughed and said, "Simple, you are finally willing to admit that Han Xu is a facial paralysis." Jian Jian just said embarrassedly: "Actually, Bei Lin is not that cold, and sometimes he would talk to you." Neither I nor Beta care.No one paid too much attention to Bei Lin, except Han Xu and Zhu Yao.Zhu Yao's curiosity happened logically—she wasn't jealous, and she didn't deserve to be number one, but she wanted to know how Bei Lin managed to maintain such a high score in Chinese.

Even for the well-known literary young women in the class, their Chinese scores would inevitably fluctuate within a certain range, but Bei Lin's Chinese scores were always around 135, never fluctuating by more than three points. As for Han Xu's curiosity about Bei Lin, no one noticed it at first. The first class in the afternoon is Chinese. Yu Huai's Chinese performance has always been half-dead, which seriously hindered him.Although Sheng Huainan, the god he admired, did not perform well in Chinese, but it was only relative to other achievements. I seriously suspect that Yu Huai's lack of understanding in terms of emotions has affected his selection of articles on Chinese reading comprehension, causing him to always give particularly outrageous answers.

Of course, the basic knowledge is also very poor. For example, in an ancient Chinese reading question, he asked what "vegetarian" means, and his answer turned out to be non-carnivorous mushrooms. It is said that this is the answer he carefully wrote after he PK lost another option in his mind, "plain mushrooms without frills". However, Yu Huai is still the top three in our fifth class. An old teacher like Mrs. Zhang, who is about to become a master, hates this kind of students the most.The excellent results in other subjects proved Yu Huai's ability, and the subject of Chinese reflected his attitude.She deeply believes that as long as Yu Huai devotes one-third of his usual energy to studying science, he will definitely be able to improve his Chinese scores.

However, Yu Huai's performance in the exam became better and better every time. Of course I know why.In the last semester of the third year of high school, the last National Physics League is about to start.Yu Huai was more serious and nervous than ever before. Before the summer vacation, he had devoted himself to the competition summer camp training, and now he was racing against the clock to solve the questions. How could he take the snowy Chinese papers issued by Mrs. Zhang seriously. It's fine for him to pretend to be good, and Mrs. Zhang still thinks that Yu Huai is really lacking in liberal arts.However, Yu Huai vented all his dissatisfaction at being named and criticized by Mrs. Zhang on the paper.

As soon as the class bell rang, Mrs. Zhang walked into the classroom with a large stack of papers.After the representative of the Chinese class distributed the papers, Mrs. Zhang asked on the podium: "Who else hasn't got the papers?" Yu Huai was immersed in the calculations, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't hear at all. "I ask who doesn't have any papers yet?!" Mrs. Zhang slapped the podium table hard. I pushed Yu Huai with my elbow, and he raised his hand as if waking up from a dream: "Me! Teacher, I don't have any papers." Mrs. Zhang sneered and said, "Come up and get it yourself."

Yu Huai pushed back his chair, stood up and walked to the podium.Granny Zhang slapped the paper that had been in her hand since just now on the table. "Pick it up and read it to everyone. How did you write the penultimate ability question?" I quickly turned the paper to the last page to see the penultimate ability question. It was a parody fill-in-the-blank question: "If I were the sun, I would warm the land; If I were a spring, I would moisten a desert: If I were a green tree, I would shelter a flock of birds; If I were Qingfeng, _____________. " This question is nothing. But Yu Huai read out the answer aloud: "I'll definitely make love to death." Yu Huai stood outside the door for most of the class. Since I was in high school, I haven't seen such a thing as a penalty stand.The teachers in Zhenhua treat the students as adults, and rarely reprimand them loudly in class. I raised my hand to indicate that I was going to the bathroom, and Mrs. Zhang gave me a blank look and nodded.I quickly picked up some half-written calculation paper and a pen from Yu Huai's desk, and sneaked out through the back door. "for you." Yu Huai laughed gratefully: "Send charcoal in the snow! I will remember it in my heart." I can't help but want to roll my eyes like Mrs. Zhang: "Okay, I have to pretend to go to the toilet. Be careful not to let her find out!" As soon as the get out of class bell rang, before Mrs. Zhang got off the podium, we flocked out to see Yu Huai, and found him sitting on the floor with a few pieces of paper under his buttocks, leaning against the wall and falling asleep. Although the sleeping posture is ugly, with the mouth half-opened and drooling, β they are all taking pictures with their mobile phones, but I can't help but feel distressed. Although it is still midsummer, the leisurely temperament of summer indulges our laziness, but I know that the winter of the "black senior year" that Luo Zhi told me two years ago is coming soon.And the Yu Huai beside me who has been filling me with solar energy has been obviously dimming recently. Although he was still unscrupulously funny on the Chinese paper, I could see his exhaustion. For him, the last National Physics League begins. After he won the third prize in his freshman year of high school, Yu Huai won another second prize in his sophomore year of high school. A good university in Shanghai and Guangzhou respectively offered him an olive branch.Of course Yu Huai didn't accept it, because the word "not bad" was based on my standards. If he was nervous in the first year of high school because he was competing with himself, then this time, he was really nervous.In the freshman year of high school, he and Lin Yang could laugh and talk about how rare the third prize was in the tavern, but in the third year of high school, the first prize became inevitable. I used to pat my chest and say it's okay and still have a chance, but now I don't dare to make half a step wrong. An inch of gain or loss in the examination room is exchanged for life. Of course, even if he fails the exam, he can still take the college entrance examination, and the probability of being admitted to a top university is still 99%-but if he really fails the exam, what is the point of his three-year physics competition?Wouldn't a persistence become futile again? Yu Huai is different from me. He does things straight to the goal and values ​​meaning.So he just thought about studying liberal arts, and I really came here to study science for no reason. So I really hope he can do well in the exam. Just as I watched Yu Huai who just woke up and was busy wiping his saliva being teased by everyone, Bei Lin also came out from the back door with a water glass, glanced at the bustle in the corridor, and hummed softly. Han Xu also came out and asked her, "What's wrong?" Bei Lin smiled: "You know, you are blessed." These four words were like some kind of code between the two of them. Although I couldn't understand them, I could understand the tacit wry smile on Han Xu's face. I watched them leave in the direction away from the crowd. The backs of the two looked very harmonious. They were both white and tender, deserted and desolate, and they could pretend to be monks. When he looked back, he saw that Jian Jian was also looking at them.Among the group of people joking with Yu Huai, only she turned around and stared at the end of the corridor, her gaze was like a floating ball suddenly floating in the ocean. She also noticed me, smiled wryly, and walked over. "What does it mean to be blessed?" I tilted my head and asked her, but I didn't say that these four words came from Beilin's mouth. "Why don't I understand?" Simply stunned for a moment, and smiled. "It's these four words...Of course you won't understand." When self-study started after two o'clock, the classroom was as hot as a steamer.My elbows always touch Yu Huai.We used to smile knowingly at this time, each moved to the side, Yu Huai continued to lower his head to do the questions, while I quietly waited for my beating heart to calm down a little. But now, the elbows are also full of sweat, and with a groan, both of us shivered. In the hot and sweaty classroom, we looked at each other with disgust, wishing to bite each other to death. So I picked up my English vocabulary book and said, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going out to read." Zhang Ping acquiesces in everyone's behavior of going to various corners of the school to enjoy the shade during the self-study class, as long as it is not too much.In the final analysis, the people in the back row are only those who are free and undisciplined, and it won't affect the overall situation, so he just turned a blind eye. Of course, this also became part of Zhang Ping's charm in β's heart.Anyway, she can put gold on Zhang Ping's face.Two months ago, Xu Yanliang was the first to talk about the gossip about Zhang Ping's breakup in the office. β didn't say a word, went downstairs silently, and came up with a big plastic bag - she invited the whole class to eat the recent The most popular green tongue ice cream. The whole class is full of trembling green tongues, and I took a lot of pictures. Yu Huai praised me for taking the initiative to give up my seat to read a book, and called me a man of integrity. At this time, Jian Jian stood up and said, "Geng Geng, I'll go with you." I thought that β would follow us out bouncing around—the small platform on the top floor of the administrative building was about to become the stronghold of the three of us—but she looked back at us, especially showing me a sighing expression. I do not understand why. When we were walking side by side in the corridor with stationery in our arms, Jian Jian suddenly asked me: "Geng Geng, you only learned the truth for Yu Huai, do you regret it now?" "I didn't learn theory for Yu Huai!" I replied very quickly. Jian Jian pursed his lips and smiled, for some reason, the demeanor around him was so quiet, strangely quiet. I don't recognize such simplicity more and more.Although she was far less crazy and bold than β, she was still a lively and cheerful girl, warm and kind, a little timid, loved to watch idol dramas, loved to cry, and was stupider than me. Anyway, it's not like it is now, smiling without showing any teeth. "But I regret it." Jian Jian lowered his head and said very lightly. I thought of the phrase "blessed by nature" like a code word, and I didn't know what to say for a while. We finally reached the stairs in the administrative area. I went up a few steps first, but found that Jian Jian didn't keep up. I turned around and saw her standing at the bottom of a few steps, looking up at me with red eyes. "Geng Geng, as soon as the remedial classes are over, I will transfer to the liberal arts class."