Chapter 11 (10)

"Shanghai baby I miss... Xiaozhuhong: How are you! I sent you a few photos, how do you like them? I found that your boyfriend is a genius in art! You have such a boyfriend I'm so happy for you! Okay, stop bragging, let me be serious, the little guy in the room next door, if you remember, is the one who fought with me not long after school started, we made up recently, he He often helped me develop photos at night, and also taught me some darkroom techniques for developing photos. I found that he was not as perverted as I thought. He was pretty good. He told me a lot about him, and I suddenly seemed to be To be his only true friend in this school, to be honest, it feels kind of weird. Laohong, Laohong, you know? I sometimes feel like I really resemble him in many ways! Without you, I might You will also be as lonely as him. Well, let’s write here! The final exam is coming soon, you should come back by plane during your winter vacation! That way, I can see you one day earlier!”

At the end of the letter to Xiaohong that day, I declared that I saved a soul, "Saving one person is equivalent to saving the whole world, do you understand? Anyway, your boyfriend is so awesome! Be proud!" That day The more I wrote the letter to the end, the more I understood one thing: it was Yang Hong who saved me. In addition to tooth extraction, the most miserable thing in life is the final exam, which is held twice a year, causing countless deaths and injuries!Especially for me, it is simply a battle of life and death. To use a term in the mahjong world: I have already "admitted to court" (if I fail another subject, I will say goodbye to my degree), and the boss and old K still insist on not breaking the "place" (all passed ), the big saw that is connected with life is like me, with the last drop of blood left.

Everyone started the intense review with ashen faces. Dasaw even gave me a bottle of refreshing oil in sympathy. In the dormitory, only Ru Meng traveled around all day long and was still chic. In the first semester, he was "hu"! (Failed three subjects and lost the degree) It's really early death and early rebirth!You guys are right! The so-called review is still the old three: First: Copy the notes of the boss, no matter the wind blows, the rain, the sandstorm, no matter what kind of shit class, urine class, shit class, our boss will sit in the classroom like a mummy, copying everything written on the blackboard, even "XXX Let's go to the teacher's office after class." I don't ignore such words.Because the boss's notes are detailed and entertaining, they have always been our first choice, but it has also missed things. Once Dasaw and I spent a long time memorizing two pages of mathematical analysis notes, and on the third page A line of small words was found in the upper right corner: "The teacher said the proof on the first two pages is wrong! Be careful!"

Second: Send old K to the girls' dormitory to "scrape materials". Anyone who doubts the girls' "mobility" during the exam will be really blind. There are really a few confidantes who dare to gnaw hard bones in our class. Hey, they hummed to the teacher, and the teacher was very careful, "We really shouldn't say that about people!": Every time the year-round old K, the wolf-hearted old K, would vent his conscience and let out similar sighs . Third: Rote memorization!It may be due to time constraints, or too much sleep, Dasaw and I have always been reluctant to use our brains in our studies, and recited all the exercise notes without distinction between right and wrong!We both agreed that when we became principals, we would merge the Faculty of Arts and Sciences, and teach those silly kids a lesson: learning by rote!

The exam went very smoothly. When the last subject was left, I decided to take one night to develop the photos. The little boy was not in the dormitory, and the big saw was dying from memorizing notes, so I had to practice alone. It’s a little unaccustomed to not be accompanied by anyone, and the work efficiency is extremely low. I washed the few photos with small spots in the whole night. The small face was exposed on the photo paper every time, and it seemed a little curious in the developer. look at me like that. After tossing and tossing all night, I finally made a relatively satisfactory photo. The little dot on the photo paper is very quiet and sits at the corridor entrance happily gesturing OK.

When I went back to the room, it was already daylight, and when I was about to fall asleep in a daze, I was startled by a muffled sound of "bang!", and there were children who had finished their exams and threw their luggage downstairs, so they could be damn happy again the way home It was already noon when I woke up, and there was rarely anyone in the dormitory. The amiable sunshine shone warmly and playfully on the face through the window, making people feel comfortable. The holiday and Yang Hong are coming soon! The silence in the dormitory was a little unaccustomed to me, so I played a tape of Miss Faye Wong, and after admiring the photos that had just dried for a while, I decided to clean the dormitory to match this rare good mood!

When the boss came back with a broken bag, I was already tired and sweating profusely. "Where did the stinking beauty go?" I greeted him with a smile "Small building, little one, I jumped off the building and fell to my death!" That song by Faye Wong is very nice, and I listened to it all afternoon, especially after the sad string music: "...the story begins with a pair of glass slippers. At first, Cinderella didn't understand, didn't understand. How beautiful the prince is..." Those photos of Xiaobudian were circulated repeatedly by everyone that day. I really don’t want to do this, but I have to take care of everyone’s emotions. In the photos, Xiaobudian is still looking out curiously, looking at the world he just left, looking out. These classmates who don't know him well.