Chapter 10 The most meaningful life - ten months before the college entrance examination

The most meaningful life - ten months before the college entrance examination Along with many others, I walked toward the classroom in a distasteful way.It's really not a taste. What is the third year? I don't understand.I don't know what is the third year of high school, I have never thought about this kind of problem.So, I'm out of shape.I was completely out of shape.When the grade meeting was held just now, the grade leader (known as Mr. Zhang) said, do you know what is the third year of high school? If you don’t know what the third year of high school means, then hurry up and find out, the sooner the better, you guys The sooner you get into senior year, the more successful you will be - all on your own.

B sat next to me, leaned over and said, oh, what Mr. Zhang said was really provocative.I laughed and said yes yes. Mr. Zhang's words were very provocative. After listening to his words, everyone became very confident all of a sudden.The passage that he left the deepest impression on us is that he said, you must never fall in love at this most critical time.Don't think that falling in love has no effect.I have been the team leader of the third grade for so many years, and I know exactly who is in a relationship in each class. In the end, either two of those people failed the exam, or at least one of them failed the exam.If there are two of you who fall in love and can go to a key university together during the college entrance examination, then invite such classmates to come to me, I will treat them to dinner, and extend my highest respect to them, Zhang Shichao! We all After listening to it below, everyone burst out laughing.Mr. Zhang smiled smugly at us, raised his voice and said, yes, I, Zhang Shichao, have always said what I said! We turned our heads around, looked for B and C, and said, great, now we can overcome Mr. Zhang's people are gone, Zhang Lan and Shu Mei, let Mr. Zhang treat you to dinner! C and A sat in the last row together, staring at us, and made a gesture of pinching us.We were laughing out of shape.

Now, I don't feel like walking to the classroom.I froze in the corridor, thinking about the next few days for me to figure out what the meaning of the third year of high school was, and let me squeeze into the state of the third year of high school.I caught this meaningful question: What is the third year of high school? Someone bumped me-left side; someone bumped me again-right side.I panicked and found myself standing in a place where everyone who passed by had to bump into me, so I took a few steps away.Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned my head in shock—— "Coming?" Well, it was A who was smiling.It was the first time I had seen him since I went to his house one rainy day during the summer vacation.I sighed in my stomach and opened my mouth to say "I'm scared to death", but no sound came out.I was trying to organize the sentence, but A said first: "I know, you are scared to death. But now that you have chosen physics and settled everything - starting today, you can always rest assured." I smiled.Why should I be at ease? From today on, there will be no A or B in the classroom I stay in—how can I put my heart at ease? My heart is not with me.I smile. A patted my head and said: "Don't look like this." I smiled.I'm fine.

I walked into the classroom not in a good mood.Classroom 111.I have never been in a classroom with the same number in the past... Not only that, but it was 111.That's a good sign, I told myself.The school saves physical strength for the senior three students, so that everyone moves to the ground floor and gathers in the same corridor, just one step away from the teacher's office, which facilitates centralized management-this is a blessing for all of us.I glanced at the house number - the golden 111 three Arabic numerals on it.I walked in the door with a bad taste, moved to the seat, resisted the urge to escape, opened my schoolbag, and stuffed all the books into the belly of the table indifferently.One book, one book, one book... My eyes stayed on the window glass, my hands were moving, up and down, back and forth, left and right, everything was stuffed in, the belly of the table was suddenly full, and it was full of books—horizontal and vertical Straight, curved, flat, and slanted corners were turned up and pressed... the outermost book fell to the ground with a "snap".I was startled by the sound, and quickly buried my head and escaped from the classroom——

escaped. The third year of high school has finally started.Because of the division of classes, the composition of the whole grade suddenly became complicated. At least for me, it was difficult to figure it out at once.I put a piece of paper in the stationery box and wrote on it: Liu Shumei - Class 5, 113 (Politics) Zhang Lan - Class 5, 113 (Politics) Xiangmi City - Class 8, 118 (History) Let me take care of you - Class 1, 111 (Physics) On the side, I drew a corridor and marked 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118, the men's and women's restrooms, and the exact location of the teachers' offices, like this:

After I finished drawing, I found that I had drawn the corridors too wide, and the distance between the classrooms seemed too long.My deskmate poked his head over and rested his chin on my arm, admiring the map I had improvised with interest.A minute later, she pointed to the men's and women's toilets, and asked, what are these two worm-like things? I replied angrily, what worms, it's the stench in the toilet.The deskmate said, oh... After thinking about it, he said, it looks like it! I know I don't look like it, but I have to rely on drawing maps to gain a better understanding of this new environment.When I walked into the school gate on the first day of school, I suddenly seemed to have walked into a strange country-I kept thinking in fear: What should I do, I didn't bring any money-I did not understand the exchange rate here-I understood The exchange rate also doesn't understand the language here... I stood at the entrance of the corridor, battered.So first I need a map to find people who know me.I know the scale of my map is not right, too wide or too long - it's psychological, I know.

Teacher's Day has passed, and the weather is still hot.I began to convince myself to adapt to the days without A and B-my persuasion project has been going on for a summer vacation, and I will continue to work hard.Our physics teacher has always said that the status quo is difficult and the future is bright.But I tend to be less and less able to understand the physics class. There are more and more self-study classes, because the practice papers must have time to do them.I was sitting in the classroom, and everyone around me was scribbling. I was among them, and I took a piece of "Shenjiang Service Herald" from the newspaper head to the newspaper's butt.Because Mr. Zhang would come to the classroom from time to time, the newspaper was sandwiched between my thigh and the bottom of the table. I knew that this kind of stupid behavior would not be able to prevent Mr. Zhang from knowing what I was doing. But, goodness behold, I must take some precautions, shall I?

I sat restlessly in front of the table, hunched my shoulders, and secretly thought: Okay, I’m going to do warm-up exercises now—I’ll start doing the questions right after I’ve finished reading "Shen Jiang".After I made up my mind, I began to study the edition of "Shenjiang" that had more than one hundred advertisements for beauty and slimming centers—this was the last edition, and the content was the same every time. I could recite half of it, but I still had to Watch it again as a warm-up exercise.The same table came over and said: "Hey, you can start working hard." I smiled at her and said, "I'm not preparing?" She retracted, looked at her watch, and said, "There are still ten minutes to finish class." , You have a good grasp of the time." "It's not that there are ten minutes left, it's that there are two semesters less than a little bit. Look at the problem from a macro perspective." I said.so we were right

Make eye contact and smile together. I stared at the advertisement of "Chunxiao Slimming" and imagined what Chunxiao Slimming Center would look like.I've never been to that kind of place, but I can imagine it.I was very fascinated by the staff in pink clothes, the pink walls and tables and chairs, the light yellow lights, the light yellow venetian blinds, the pink fragrance, the rows of bottles on the walls... I thought about it for a while Circle, I'm back to the pigeon coop ad in the newspaper.I sat in my seat, as if I was sitting in someone else's seat, and I was sitting in my own classroom, as if I was sitting in someone else's classroom.

Sighing in one breath, I thought about it, read the newspaper, and wasted time, and now I really have to start studying hard.So I took out my English book, took out an exercise paper from it, and started to do multiple-choice questions.After the three questions were selected, the get out of class bell rang.I threw the pen away, and my deskmate tilted his head to look at my paper, then looked up at my face, and said, "It's fine, it's fine. All three questions are correct, and the accuracy rate is 100 percent." I glanced at her , stretched out his fist and aimed at her nose.

... After the bell rang, the people in the classroom suddenly disappeared, and I was left alone behind the desk, secretly doing English practice papers.I read the title of each multiple choice question aloud.After reading a few words, A poked his head in through the front door and said, "You can go eat now." In the middle of a sentence, I didn't answer him right away. I didn't raise my head until I finished reading the whole sentence and chose the answer, and said, "I'm very busy now, so I don't want to eat." Laughing, plus the sound of pacing into an empty classroom.He said: "You, study hard and hurry up. Don't read the newspaper during class, but start doing exercises after class." He said that he had already come to my desk. Saw the hem of his blue T-shirt—not the one I loved to death, but another one. "Go and eat." He said kindly. I started to sweat, and said impatiently: "What do you care about me?" He smiled--laughed, and reached out to touch my head.I was sweating more and more, and shouted angrily as if I was choking: "Don't do it!" Hearing this, A laughed a few times, looked at me again, and leaned over to me: "Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" I said with a straight face, "Don't mess with me." He didn't mess with me—or I didn't bother him at all.I was so hot that my whole body was evaporating. A probably wanted to leave, turned around and came back again, asking me what was wrong.I don't care about him anyway.I have been sweating non-stop, my patience and courage are hot from every pore, evaporated, away from me. A walked a little closer, and started to pat my head, once in a while, after a while, which made me unable to write down the multiple-choice questions.I had no choice but to say, "Stop. I've been knocked stupid by you, and I've become an idiot." He smiled and said, "What should I do then? I have to take care of you." I looked up and said, "Okay, now I'm stupid. The first step is to give me lunch first, this is the top priority." He took a step back and said, "Actually, Xieyi, the more you knock on the head, the smarter you will be." I said, "Fart!" He sighed and said: "I've said it 3,800 times, a little girl, don't always be an ass. Well, if you don't believe me, we'll start now. But it's a long process." I said, "Yah. Then I'll knock Your head—I'll knock you stupid, it won't take a long process." I stood up - I stopped sweating and felt better. A step forward: "You knock." I said: "Okay. Let me find something harder." He yelled, jumped away and said, "Do you want to find something to knock on?" I said: "That's right. But there doesn't seem to be any suitable ones." I searched around, but couldn't find anything suitable to knock my head on, so I set my sights on him again.He smiled at me gently, came closer, and reached out to touch my head.His palms were warm, but there was nothing uncomfortable.I told myself: that is a very healthy temperature, very suitable for my temperature.I said, "Xiangmei City." A's hand on my scalp responded to my calling his name with a very subtle movement—a very subtle movement, I can't explain it clearly, but it kind of means "rest assured". (Even this is my feeling. Guess.) Then he said: "Xie Yi, you have to understand." He pointed to the textbooks, exercise papers and exam syllabus piled up on my desk. I nod.I understand, but just understanding is not enough-there are so many textbooks, practice papers and exam syllabus, how can just understanding be enough? I put a lot of effort into my head, and raised my eyes to look at the A. A is still the same, with a half-smile on his face, and he may say funny things anytime and anywhere.I understand that I want to live a life without A's, a life in which I make decisions alone.I understand a lot of things - not bad not bad. I said, "Xiangmei City, you have to understand." There was no shadow on his face at the moment.He smiled, indicating that he understood what I meant.Then he smiled again and said, "Forget it. You can eat well for me." This day, A treated me to a pork rib rice cake—it was so good, I have never eaten such a good pork rib rice cake in my life. A said: "You see, once I treat guests, there are good things. It can be seen that people like you are not good." I leaned back, as if about to turn over, and said, "It's really... really..." So I reached out and patted him on the back.After the filming, I got scared—I wondered if Mr. Zhang was around.I turned my head and looked around furtively, but I didn't see anyone who looked like Mr. Zhang. I only saw B and C sitting four or five seats away from us, looking at me. B waved to me, and I waved to her. When I returned to the classroom after dinner, I saw B sitting in my seat, reading my English practice paper.I walked over, sat on the chair in front of her, rolled myself up against the wall, and looked at her with my head tilted.She glanced at me from the multiple-choice question and said, "I've come to see you. Why don't you welcome me at all?" I chuckled and said, "Of course I'm welcome. Otherwise, why would I Want to sit here? I have kicked you out a long time ago." After speaking, I tapped the back of her hand in a friendly manner. I started to ask about the new situation of class B politics. B said: "What's there to say? The people in their original fourth class are just weird. They sit Together, they don’t read any books in any class, and only send a certain representative to attend the class and take notes.These people also have history books, physical chemistry books, and poetry on their desks. "I smiled and said: "Yes.The people in our original fourth class here are also like this.Those who add physics read chemistry books, and those who add chemistry read physics books.The ability seems to be great.Hate me. "After we finished speaking, we laughed together - because there are people from the original fourth class present in the classroom at this moment, so we feel very happy to relieve our hatred. B is under the table and kicks my foot lightly.I smiled slyly at her.She looked at me for a while, and suddenly said: "What kind of life are you living now? All day long, "Shenjiang Service Herald" sees the newspaper's butt from the headlines, and Fuzhou Road wanders from face to face. Don't always be like this Ah, don't waste your time." I smiled mischievously, but didn't say anything.She added: "You can also study hard. Do your homework." I still laughed and made a "chichi" sound.My whole body is grayed out. B changed his posture, sat more comfortably, and slowly moved his gaze from my left cheek to my right cheek, and then from my right cheek to my left cheek.I lowered my head to open my pencil case and looked at the schematic diagram posted on it.Then, I took a pencil and connected each classroom on the picture with a parabola.After connecting, I made each line darker and thicker. B touched my finger over the pencil case, and said softly, "Xie Yi, you have to be nice to yourself." I said, "Shu Mei, you are so kind. Why are you so nice?" "Okay?" B smiled, leaned back, stretched out his arms and flicked through my physics book, "I need to worry about this one, and I need to worry about that one too. None of them appreciate it." I asked in surprise, "Who else should you worry about?" B's eyes fluttered, and he stroked his nose, but did not answer.I sat with my back against the wall facing the back door and saw C walk in from there.I said: "Look, Zhang Lan is here." B didn't turn his head to look at C, but just played with my eraser with both hands, smiled at me, and smiled again. C walked up to her, put his hands on her shoulders, and said to me: "You two are very comfortable." B took his hands off his shoulders, and said to me, "Here, this person Nothing to do." Immediately, the two of them laughed together. B and C even have the same mouth shape when they smile - I love seeing them together.