Born to Run

　　 Ling Ling Ling...

　　 A crisp electric bell rang in Nancheng District, Xiushui County, and street vendors who were familiar with the bell immediately got busy as soon as the bell rang.

　　 Light cakes baked in the air, deep-fried box cakes, tea eggs, braised chicken feet, steaming steamed buns and buns, and fruit stalls pulled from carts. Various flavors permeated the gate of Xiushui No. 2 Middle School.

　　 The quiet Xiushui No. 2 High School campus, after the bell rang, it was like boiling water churning from the bottom of a pot, and it suddenly became lively.

　　 "Yep Chin, go to play ball together?"

　　 On the back seat of the first class of high school, a tall boy after the chemistry teacher disappeared at the door of the classroom, he immediately picked up the basketball under the seat and shouted to Ye Qin who was at the same table.

　　 "I don't really want to fight."

　　 Ye Qin shook his head. The time has passed since September. It is now his second week in Xiushui No. 2 Middle School. Boys have already become familiar with many things that should be familiar.

　　 The boy who greeted Ye Qin was Sun Yuguang. He was very active. He held a basketball all day long. Although he was not at the same table for a long time, Ye Qin had seen him take out basketball magazines more than once in his evening study.

　　 To be honest, even in September, the temperature at noon is still very high. The school’s concrete basketball court has been exposed to the sun all morning. At this time, people standing in it can feel a bit of steam.

　　 The hotter weather still can't stand young people at this age. They are lively and active. They seem to have endless energy all over the body. As long as you pick up a basketball, you can smash it all at noon on the court.

　　 "Do you still want to fight?"

　　 Sun Yuguang tossed the basketball lightly to catch it, and turned it around at his fingertips. It seemed that he was not very skilled and couldn't stabilize the center of gravity. The basketball slipped and fell off after two turns, and Sun Yuguang hurriedly reached out to catch it.

　　 "If you want to know, we will go together, anyway, it's still early. Playing ball, waiting for a meal, just in time for the afternoon class."

　　 "Well, I'm not good at it, so I won't join you in the fun."

　　 Ye Qin watched Sun Yuguang fiddle with the basketball, gently shook the ballpoint pen in his hand, turned and lowered his head to continue to review what he had just said in class.

　　 "Well, if you don't want to hit me, I will leave."

Sun Yuguang watched Ye Qin re-engage in learning, but he didn’t care too much. He was also playing a few days ago when he accidentally heard a man from Xiaoli Town Middle School in Class 7 talk about Ye Qin’s sports is very good. Needless to say, Ye Qin once caused a sensation in the school when he dunked on the playground in the third year of junior high school. He was very interested.

　　 Ye Qin's height is just over 1.75 meters, probably less than 1.75 meters. There are not many people of this age and height who can touch the rim, let alone dunk, which sounds quite shocking.

　　 Sun Yuguang himself has met, that is, when he was in junior high school, he had seen a 1.8-meter-seven high school senior sportsman who once performed a one-handed dunk, and he did not succeed in one shot.

He wanted to see if Ye Qin really had such a good jumping ability, but he called a few times, but Ye Qin didn’t agree, and he held a book all day, like a nerd, not like that. People who are active and love to play, anyway, feel like those from Class 7 are bragging.

After Sun Yuguang left, Ye Qin tilted his head and glanced at the stream of people leaping out of the window, and there was a glimmer of excitement in his heart. He was not a person who was particularly able to hold his temper. He loved running and jumping since he was a child. It’s really uncomfortable to ask him to sit quietly and quietly.

　　 But Ye Qin was just the same as before. He glanced out the window, soon gathered his emotions, and continued to study his homework.

　　 His learning background is not necessarily very good. It is never the usual wisdom that he can get into the second middle school, but he really spends a lot of time in learning.

　　 Rote memorization, some of the liberal arts scores are pretty good, but mathematics, physics, and so on, he is a bit blind.

　　 But Ye Qin has been adhering to the learning philosophy of "the stupid bird flies first, and diligence can make up for the clumsiness" taught by his previous junior high school teachers. If he is slower than others, he will be slower, and the final score is still to be counted.

　　 When he was in junior high school, he forgot to read a sentence in a book. Destiny is not my choice, but I must bear the responsibility; the ending is not in my grasp, but I have to work hard.

　　 Since entering high school, Ye Qin has spent almost all his time studying hard. This opportunity for him to enter high school is not hard-won, people should know how to cherish it.

At this time, there is no major education reform in 2006. In Xiushui, whether it is a compulsory elementary school or a high school, the scattered tuition and miscellaneous fees are not low, and the cost of going to school in the county is higher than that in the township. Much, it is extremely reluctant to rely solely on the second elder at home.

One month after his summer vacation, he spent a month in the brick kiln of the neighboring village doing small jobs, mixing mud, laying bricks, and transporting hot red bricks from the kiln. In addition, his grandfather pulled down his face and looked for his uncle and his wife. An aunt who has been married for many years helped a little bit. The first semester is more or less enough, but the living expenses still have to be saved.

　　 As for the notebooks Chen Zixi left him, he didn't want to take them out, but kept hiding them just in case.

　　 When he was in middle school in Xiaoli Town, he could basically go home once a week, bring rice and vegetables from home, and steam rice in the school cafeteria. But when I get to high school, I can’t go home that many times. The distance is too far, many things are not so practical and need to be solved in the school cafeteria.

There are many difficulties that Ye Qin actually wants. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but young people at this time are limited by their vision and knowledge, and there are opportunities to earn money around Tian Shao, he can’t think of too many ways to go. The only thing you can do to change the embarrassment you face is to study harder.

It’s only a week or two after entering the first year of high school, and there is not much content. He has consolidated what he has been able to learn many times. He also previews the courses that are about to start, and even some knowledge points from the previous junior high school. Come out and flip through.

　　 After a little girl who was in charge of today's duty repeatedly confirmed that Yeqin would not leave right away, she threw the keys to the front and back doors of the class to him, and ran to the cafeteria for dinner.

　　 In the classroom, people quickly went to the empty building, only the whistling of the ceiling fan continued.

　　 Mathematics, Chinese, English, chemistry, the content of the four classes in the morning is not too much. Not long after the new semester starts, many courses have just covered a few chapters. But Ye Qin didn’t dare to be careless. When he was in junior high school, one was limited by his qualifications, and the other was not enough to pay attention to mathematics, physics and chemistry. .

　　 From the day he entered the high school, he focused on this. Not only did he listen carefully to every class, his notes were solid, and he also looked at the books from the previous junior high school.

　　 He doesn't have any special learning skills now. He just follows what the teacher said before, consolidate after class, and prepare before class, so that he can digest and master the content of the lecture every day.

　　 After reviewing a subject, Ye Qin felt that he had almost mastered it. He raised his head again and looked at the wall clock above the blackboard. More than half an hour had passed.

　　 touched his grunting stomach, he didn't continue, got up and picked up the books on the table, turned off the fan, locked the door, and went straight out of the teaching building.