I'm not unlucky at all

"I have crossed mountains and seas, and I have also crossed mountains and seas of people..."

The cicadas sing loudly in summer, the radio on the bus has been playing single songs for thousands of years, and the bright windows reflect the faces of the people inside.

Hurrying, people coming and going.

The warm sunlight hit the left side of the vehicle body, and the old-fashioned bus released a lot of exhaust fumes, and it swayed in front of the stop sign.

Song Xing covered her forehead with her hands, pursed her lips, carefully took out a one-dollar coin from her pocket, pulled the strap of her schoolbag behind her, and boarded the bus with the crowd.

"Hey, this way! This way!"

There were already no seats on the bus. Not long after Song Xing got on the bus, a boy in the uniform of No. [-] High School excitedly raised his hand to beckon him over.

Song Xing looked at the boy, blinked his eyes, and walked very slowly across the narrow aisle to the boy.

"You are also the freshman of the [-]th middle school reported today!" Tan Dongxi touched Song Xing's shoulder and asked him enthusiastically, "What's your name?"

Song Xing raised his eyes, reached out his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, stretched out his hand slightly hesitantly and said, "Hello, Song Xing."

"Hello, hello, my name is Tan Dongxi, things from east to west, north to south, you can just call me Tan Zi!" Tan Dongxi smiled and patted Song Xing's palm, tilted his head and asked his hand that was still in midair, and said, "Hey , do you want to shake my hand?"

Song Xing pursed her lips and shook her head, putting her hands back into one of her trouser pockets.

Tan Dongxi saw it and said with a smile, "That's cool, little brother."

Song Xing said, "You are handsome too."

Tan Dongxi picked at his two slightly thick thick black eyebrows, and grinned so much that his gums were almost exposed.

Today is the first day of high school freshmen's enrollment, and most of the freshmen at the gate of No. [-] Middle School are holding registration cards.As a high school with senior qualifications in the provincial capital, Thirteen Middle School has very strong teachers. Every year, after fierce competition among students from various junior high schools, only less than a thousand students can enter Thirteen Middle School. All of these students are The most outstanding existence in each junior high school has also caused the reputation and momentum of the thirteenth middle school to become higher and higher year by year.

"Young master, why didn't you inform the old lady and leave by yourself?"

Standing in front of the school bulletin board, Song Xing raised his head to look for his class and ranking. He was holding the most popular mobile phone in his hand, and Li Bo's nagging voice was coming from the microphone, which finally turned into a touch of helplessness, "Afternoon Uncle Li will pick you up in his car, don't leave early."

"Okay." Song Xing finally found his place in Class One (19) of Senior One. He looked carefully at the distribution of each class on the bulletin board, and whispered to Uncle Li who was on the other side of the microphone, "Uncle, I Already in class, the teacher said that students are not allowed to bring mobile phones, so hang up first."

Thirteenth Middle School is the old campus. The entire teaching building is covered with lush green creepers. Looking up from the downstairs, some senior students are poking their heads and looking down from the upper floors with a smile. There are cute elementary school girls who will deliberately whistle like bad boys on the street to scare people.

Class One (19) of Senior One is the penultimate class in the first grade. It does not mean that students in classes with lower class numbers will have poorer entrance scores, but that the leaders of No. [-] Middle School just thought of this when dividing classes. One point, divide the rankings evenly, try to keep the grades of each class balanced, and the purpose is to make progress together.

There is no air conditioner in the old classroom, only three or two fans are spinning slowly.

When Song Xing arrived in the classroom, there were already a lot of people in the classroom, and the middle and front rows were basically occupied, so he had to sit in the back row.

The fan in the rear row was broken, and the windows were locked tightly by some method, and they couldn't be opened no matter how hard they were pulled.

Song Xing's fair face soon overflowed with a lot of fine and dense sweat, and his back was also soaked.

"Don't pull it, the window is rusted, you will definitely not be able to pull it open like this." A boy in the front row took a paper fan and fanned it to the wind and said, "Let's say this year. It’s so hot this summer, I’m sweating three tons, and the school doesn’t even install an air conditioner or anything like that, it’s so fucking stingy.”

Song Xing lowered her head, her broken hair brushed her delicate eyebrows, looked at the classmate in the front row, and smiled at him.

The other party also grinned, and turned to talk to other students.

"Hey, classmate, is there anyone next to you? If there is no one, I will sit here with you!"

A familiar male voice sounded beside him, Song Xing raised his head, and the other party also showed a surprised smile, "Oh, it's you, brother, fate, fate!"

Tan Dongxi threw down the schoolbag on his shoulders, rolled up his sleeves and said, "What am I talking about, since I saw you on the bus, I knew we were destined." Then he opened his arms exaggeratedly, making a hug.

Song Xing hesitated, pointed to the door with a pursed smile and said, "Student Tan, the teacher is here."

The head teacher of class one (19) in senior high school is a thin man with glasses and not much expression on his face. When he enters the classroom, he speaks in a very loud and powerful voice: "Students, please sit down and be quiet, teacher. Roll call."

In the back row, Song Xing straightened her back and looked at the teacher on the podium, with her arms flat on the table.

Tan Dongxi, who was at the same table, looked at him and couldn't help but secretly laughed out loud. He elbowed him and said in a low voice, "Hey, Song Xing, why are you acting like a primary school student? Are you waiting for the teacher to call you? Do you have to raise your hand?"

Song Xing glanced at him and shook his head seriously.

Tan Dongxi laughed out loud, and asked him, "Student Song Xing, where did you get this treasure from?"

At this time, the head teacher and the students on the podium were all quiet, and began to take the roll call and replied: "Well, the order of roll call is based on the results of the high school entrance examination. Let me see who is the elementary school bully in our class."

"Song Xing." The class teacher read the name, couldn't help but smile a little on his face, and then said loudly, "Is Song Xing here?"