Chapter 8 Chapter 7

In the second semester of the third year of junior high school, the fighting atmosphere of the joint entrance examination is getting stronger and stronger. The so-called blacklist has completely lost its meaning. Even I am too busy studying and dating, and have no time to be funny in class. The right side of the blackboard is always filled with the scope of the class test tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, from which class to which class, or from which semester to which semester, and the student numbers of noisy classmates no longer appear.The left side of the blackboard is filled with shocking Arabic numerals with red chalk, counting down every day.

When the number returns to zero, it will be the last moment for us to fight to the death with the big devil of the college entrance examination. "When the national entrance examination is over, everyone can play as much basketball as they like during the summer vacation. But at the critical moment facing the national entrance examination, we must do everything we can to pass the exam. This is the first battle in life. Retire..." Director Lai is like a stereotyped character in every story, his concept is very rigid and unconvincing, similar to Mel Gibson in "Brave Heart" with half-faced blue paint, straddling The story of war horses roaring back and forth is far behind.

But at that time, no one had the leisure to refute him.The collective resentment immersed in the learning atmosphere is terrible. All kinds of test papers were stuffed in bundles in a large iron cabinet dedicated to collecting test questions. Only Director Lai and the monitor had the keys to open the iron cabinet.Every time the iron cabinet is opened, the test paper will fly to everyone's desk in a few seconds.Day after day, the iron cabinet full of economics has become the core of everyone's mechanized life. I never saw the day when the iron cabinet was empty. Not just physical education, art, and music, but every class that ends early is revived by the ghost of the entrance exam, turning it into countless self-study classes that stop time, and you can hear ballpoint pens piling on the table every now and then. A monotonous sound.Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Even in the self-study class with Director Lai sitting in the town, Li Xiaohua and I would huddle together at the same table to study without hesitation, ask each other questions that we don't understand, and use the most emotional "paper-pen conversation" mode. Every morning after rushing to school, I would go to the welfare agency to buy a carton of milk as a greeting, and put it in Li Xiaohua's drawer thoughtfully. Even if Director Lai was staring at me, I would do the same.The problem with me is that I always want to work hard. Director Lai did not interrogate the two of us with suspicion. After all, my academic performance is rising at an astonishing rate, and I have even reached the top 20 or 30 in the school. It has become commonplace to enter the red list. Director Lai felt the comfort of "ah, I am indeed a strict and famous teacher, and I actually brought the stubborn Ke Jingteng here!", and he didn't care whether Li Xiaohua was the motivation for me to study angrily.

My grades are getting better and better, which is similar to Moses splitting the Red Sea in Egypt with one hand (how similar!), some students are curious about which reference book I use, or where to study, etc. , to create such an extraordinary performance. "If you are asked questions by girls whose grades are ten times better than yours all day long, will you go crazy and study hard?" I responded simply, this is what it feels like. ...and yet I stalked the "but you still have to love her" real trick. Later, Director Lai Jiji Yingying set the rankings that everyone must improve in the mock exam, and constantly reassigned seats, hoping to create the legendary "most suitable for candidates" perfect formation.But no matter Li Xiaohua was on my left or right, in front or behind, Director Lai dared not separate me from Li Xiaohua, for fear that my grades would drop.

Standing on the standpoint that private schools need a fixed number of good students to sit on the university entrance examination list, the Academic Affairs Office began a series of lectures to persuade the top 100 students in the middle school to "directly enter the high school of the school".If the score of the entrance examination exceeds 600 points but chooses to enroll in Jingcheng Middle School of our school, you can get a scholarship of 10,000 yuan per semester; Those who can get a scholarship of 6,000 yuan per semester. "Moreover, we will provide the best teachers to the first two classes. Some of these teachers are famous teachers in the re-examination class of Taichung University, and some have taught in Changhua cram school for several years. They have a good reputation and are guaranteed to be first-class teachers..." Director Lai There are words.

In fact, the bonus is not attractive, and we don’t know much about the quality of the teachers, but as the class with the most uniform grades in the school, everyone is determined to stay in this school and be classmates for another three years. After all, Changhua High School is a male Changhua Girls' High School is a girls' school, and the sincere coeducation of our school is the real king of love! On the other hand, Li Xiaohua didn't think about continuing to study in Jingcheng at all, which made me very confused. "Aren't you considering staying in Jingcheng?" I wrote.

"I don't think about it." Li Xiaohua said. “It would be a nice pocket money if you hacked your scholarship without telling your parents!” I wrote. "..." Li Xiaohua. On the other hand, the production of the graduation album is in full swing, and I, Shen Jiayi, Ahe, Yang Zeyu and others are in charge. Every weekend and holiday, we would go to the living room of Ahe’s house to discuss, or simply ask for public holidays to go to the school library to cut and paste the life photos and personal photos submitted by everyone.As an art class, the photos of all the teachers in the department were sketched one by one by our group in charge of making the graduation yearbook.

As for me, I am very happy to have the opportunity to argue with Shen Jiayi, an Obasan star, as if I was born to owe a lesson. "Hey, Ke Teng, I saw you walking with Li Xiaohua when Bozai and I went home recently." Ah He smiled and picked out the photos that everyone took together. You bastard, you mean bastard. "Yes, our family lives very close." I wrote the copy while laughing.In fact, I really want to give Ah He a flying kick. Although I already have Li Xiaohua to like, I can't just deny my affection for Shen Jiayi. "Are you guys flirting with each other?" Ah He didn't give up, chasing after him.

"It's okay." I gave Ah He an invisible middle finger. At that time, computers were still rare treasures, and Microsoft, a professional bug manufacturing company, had not even been born in the primitive era of win 3.1.The production of the graduation album is completely manual, relying on the uniform format and standards issued by the school, and referring to a font size table to facilitate subsequent typing and printing by the manufacturer. Shen Jiayi used a pencil and a ruler to carefully mark the position of each photo on the cloud paper to be pasted, and carefully drew the blank square where each word was placed.Zeyu Ze and I specialize in copywriting.

"Ke Jingteng, do you like Li Xiaohua?" Shen Jiayi asked suddenly. "Yes." I answered honestly. "Don't you think it's too early to fall in love at this age." Shen Jiayi looked at me strangely. "Yeah, I also think it's too early." Ah He agreed. "Oh? Let's hear it." I probably couldn't hide my unconvinced expression. "Think about it, you and Xiaohua are only fifteen years old now, if you are together now, can you really be a boyfriend and girlfriend until you get married at thirty?" Master Shen Jiayi's tone and erratic eyes. "Why not? I'm fifteen years old, how can I not know whether I like the other person?" I said, if I want to look back seriously, I have been in love since kindergarten. "Even if you like each other, it's impossible to be boyfriend and girlfriend all the time. If you knew that you would break up, why did you have to fall in love so early? Isn't this very meaningless?" Shen Jiayi said seriously. "You are bound to die, so why don't you die now?" I leaned on my chin, feeling extremely unhappy. "This is something different at all, you are really naive." Shen Jiayi sighed. And those of us who are about to graduate, inevitably began to pass the message book under the table, and everyone began to repeatedly fill in the message book of friends, filling in their interests, future hopes, future success, Pepsi and other clichés. I can't remember what I wrote in Li Xiaohua's guestbook back then.I only vaguely remember writing "lost Yakult" in the column of hobbies, and signed "Yuji Miyamoto with a knife again", in short, there is nothing serious. Even though I was happy to mess around in other people's guest books, I felt so tired of doing the same thing with everyone at the time, so I didn't go to the bookstore to buy a beautiful guest book for everyone to write something. "Why don't you send a guestbook? I want to write yours." Liao Yinghong pushed my shoulder. His message book was filled with swear words and genitals by me, and I was full of revenge. "Aren't many people going straight to high school? Since we will still be together in the future, isn't it weird to write these parting words now?" I said bluntly.As far as I know, at least half of the class is going straight up. "It's true to say so, but you will definitely regret it." Xu Bochun said in an old-fashioned tone that didn't suit him. "I know myself very well. I can't find the message book in my elementary school. I'm a person who can't keep things." I yawned. Yeah, people who can't keep things.