trivial story

It was seven o'clock, and the head teacher came to inspect the classroom as usual, followed by a boy who was half a head taller than him.

"Ahem!" Hao Dejun cleared his throat, called out the students who were busy with their homework, and said, "Everyone saw that we have a new student in our class this week. Come, introduce yourself to everyone!"

The boy walked to the middle of the first row, opened his mouth and laughed, and then waved his hands neatly: "Hello everyone, my name is Rao Dongdong, and we will be classmates from now on!"

Rao Dongdong's seat was arranged behind Fengyun's left.Hao Dejun walked around the classroom, holding his mobile phone with his hands behind his back, and walked out slowly.

The whispering voices from behind have never stopped, mixed with the hearty laughter of the new students.But during one night of self-study, the onlookers on the cloud watched the exchanges from south to north, and they knew it without asking. The big move, the parents of the two students discussed with the class teacher in the teacher's office for most of the afternoon, and reached a consensus that "the two children should not be allowed to take advantage of it anymore".Rao's father thought that his son, as a man, should make more efforts to correct his mistakes, so Rao Dongdong transferred to another school, and the rumored heroine is still studying in No. 15 Middle School.

"Wow," Li Miao sat in the row in front of Fengyun, farther away from Rao Dongdong, and at this moment, she also raised her ears to care about the gossip behind her, and she exclaimed softly when she heard this verse.

In just a few hours, the newcomer Rao Dongdong quickly got along with the students around him, and went to the cafeteria for supper with Yang Shu Wang Zhong after class.

Feng Yun was extremely envious, and felt that he was a complete idiot in interpersonal communication, and that studying for more than half a semester was not as good as someone else's one-night self-study.

The next day was the Shura field on Monday. He woke up early in a groggy state, and entered the classroom like a walking dead.From the class to the middle of the second period, a messy noise was heard from a distance, and after a while, someone even heard someone playing mourning music on a trumpet, mixed with screams and crying, hysterical.

The Chinese teacher frowned, dissatisfied with the sudden noise, raised the volume and finished the rest of the text bluntly.

There was still 10 minutes of eye exercises in the middle, and the students rubbed them decently. As soon as the music ended, someone flew out to investigate.

The balcony was crowded with students, discussing in one go.

It turned out that there were nearly [-] people gathered around the school gate, some held trumpets playing mourning music, some threw large handfuls of paper money into the school gate, some sat on the ground crying and making noise, and some rushed into the school regardless. , was stopped by the security guard at the school gate with difficulty.

"I heard that there was a boy in the third year of high school. He went home last Thursday night, jumped over the railing on Binjiang Road, and fell on the flood control embankment. He was only discovered by morning exercisers the next morning."

"Hey - is there still work?"

"I definitely don't have to live, otherwise what would the parents do!"

"Well, why did you commit suicide?"

"Because the school cafeteria is too unpalatable, scholars can't be humiliated."

The people at the school gate were still making noise, and the young students who watched the excitement upstairs slowly dispersed after satisfying their curiosity. When the recess was about to end, the police car from the police station came with lights flashing and siren, and they waited until the third period The school was quiet during class.

Returning to the dormitory after lunch, Jiang Xiaoguang washed the clothes soaked last night by the sink, Han Lian sat by the bed, stretched his legs out of the railing, chatted with Feng Yun, Gao Yiwu did as usual Writing a question, a pencil turns like a flower in my hand.

After eating and drinking enough for lunch, everyone was lazy. Jiang Xiaoguang splashed a large basin of water and said, "Hey, I heard that the parents who made trouble at the school gate in the morning asked the school to pay 50 yuan!"

"Is the third year of high school so scary?" Feng Yun asked anxiously, what he thought must be the excessive academic pressure that caused that senior brother to jump down.

"Probably." Han Lian stretched his waist, fell down and looked at the ceiling, and said, "I know a senior in high school who plays basketball. He is the boy's classmate. Most of them usually go to bed at twelve o'clock, and they will come early on Sunday morning. In school, there are two sets of questions in a row, and you can complete the comprehensive test of language and mathematics in two weeks. The whole grade is ranked together, and there are quizzes every day..."

"This is too exaggerated!" Jiang Xiaoguang came back after drying his clothes, and said, "We will do this in the future?"

"It should be like this." Feng Yun whispered disappointedly: "Yi Wu, what do you think?"

Gao Yiwu helped his eyes, put down his pen and replied, "Students from every class come here like this, and it will be a matter of time for us."

"I'm going to die, there is no weekend for the exam every day, and I only live at home on Saturday night for a week!" Jiang Xiaoguang wailed in pain.

Gao Yiwu said: "We do a lot of papers throughout the year, and the questions are also deep and shallow. It seems that we are being spurred to study hard, but in general, the knowledge we learn is very basic and stays at a very superficial level. Textbooks If the framework remains unchanged, ordinary schools will not broaden the scope of learning on a large scale, and can only practice those simple knowledge repeatedly. There are only so many good universities, and everyone wants to go, and the normal way of competition is to see who takes the exam. Good. If you can’t even master the basic knowledge, there is no way to talk about learning more practical things after entering university. When we are working, we have to deal with practical problems, which are much more complicated than pure learning.”

Gao Yiwu seldom said so many words in one breath, and he spoke suddenly, and the whole dormitory was silent after he finished speaking.

Feng Yun silently speculated about these words in his heart, compared with Gao Yiwu, he had never thought about such a long-term thing.

"Why, am I wrong?" Still in the usual calm tone.

Jiang Xiaoguang let out a sigh of relief: "Tsk, Yiwu just sounds very powerful."

"Haha," Han Lian threw a pillow at him, "Jiang Er is silly."

Looking forward to the end of get out of class after class, looking forward to Saturday on Monday, such a boring day keeps repeating, and the end of the period will soon be approaching.

In January, the campus was deserted and chilled. The unknown trees had lost all their leaves, leaving only slender, dry branches in the cold air.Southern cities without heating are still very cold in winter.

There are no more rowdy students on the field, and the morning classrooms are filled with the smell of buns, steamed buns, cakes and bread.Feng Yun took a croissant with only a small half left in his left hand, chewed mechanically with his teeth, fixed his eyes on the English text, and scanned the rows of text numbly, as if he remembered it, but he didn't seem to remember it.During class, I also forced myself to follow the teacher's train of thought and try to avoid distraction. I took a break between classes to take a breath, and took out the Chicken Soup Magazine to read two pages, which can be regarded as accumulating a little old-fashioned material.After studying in high school for a semester, he saved a lot of test papers. He folded the papers neatly into A4 size, divided them into several stacks and clipped them with small long tail clips. look.

Although reluctantly, I really took the time to learn anyway.

On the afternoon before the final exam, everyone cleared all the books from the desks to the balcony in the classroom. The papers of the whole class were so piled up that there was almost no place to put them down.

Zhao Rong and Wu Shuke took the initiative to arrange the examination room with the classmates who cleaned that day. The desks were all turned upside down, and a thin note with the name and examination number was pasted on it.

The evening self-study is silent, even the students who usually love to chat have restrained themselves, flipping through the textbooks and hugging each other. Many people have a common expectation that is actually very unlikely-maybe they will see the original question.

Hao Dejun came to the classroom at seven o'clock to look around, and said with a smile on his face: "Don't be nervous, just show your usual strength. You will be released after three days of the exam. There is such a long winter vacation waiting, and I still have to correct the test papers." .” The students smiled symbolically, as a response to Teacher Hao’s boring joke.

Feng Yun held up the Chinese document and read it over and over along with the ancient Chinese annotations.Li Miao yawned and complained in a low voice: "It's over, I'm always stuck in 'Que Qin Yi Li Jin', if I pass the exam tomorrow, I probably won't remember it."

"I only scored 40 points in the composition of the midterm exam. I don't know what to write in the final composition. I hope it's not an argumentative essay. Sister Shuyi always says that my argumentative essay is off topic." Tao Shiyuan rubbed his hands: "Fengyun, how are you preparing?"

Seeing the two people in the front row looking back at him at the same time, Feng Yun quickly expressed his position: "...I can only get half of the questions correct in the wrong sentence selection in the test papers I have taken."

After the Chinese test on the first morning, Jiang Xiaoguang's mother sent over chopped braised duck wings.At noon, the four of them gathered around the small desk, answering each other one by one.The duck wings bought by Jiang's mother are fat and big, and the duck wings are very delicious. When you bite down, the savory and salty taste explodes on the tip of your tongue.

Gao Yiwu stared at the duck wings in his hand, and said, "Your mother is amazing."

"That's it!" Jiang Xiaoguang was all proud: "When my grandfather was young, he opened a shop to make roast meat and lo mei, and my mother is a true hand of the old man."

"Delicious." Feng Yun said vaguely, "The duck wings are so big."

While talking, Zhu Dingyi broke into the door: "Gao Yiwu, do you choose D for question [-]?"

Yang Shu followed behind: "There are exactly the same questions in the eleventh volume of the "Gold Medal Joint Examination", and it is obviously C."

"Oh," Han Lian showed a meaningful expression: "...I chose B."

Feng Yun and Jiang Xiaoguang chewed silently, they both chose A.

"It's over!" Zhu Dingyi howled: "I'm over, I'm sure I don't have a hundred points in Chinese!"

Yang Shu was not to be outdone: "My pinyin and wrong sentences were chosen wrong, and my dad said that if I fell out of the top [-] in my grade, I would be beaten."

The two fought each other miserably, and after the fight, one took a duck wing and walked away.

Gao Yiwu got up without saying a word and went to the bathroom.

"I just now," Jiang Xiaoguang said in a low voice, "I just heard that Yiwu called home and said that he failed the Chinese test, and seemed to be scolded."

Feng Yun nodded and said, "Chinese is very difficult this time. Is your mother coming tomorrow?"

"Oh yes, she said that the cold pork ears will be served tomorrow, and told you all not to eat the dishes in the cafeteria."

"Justice," Han Lian patted Jiang Xiaoguang with his sauce-stained hand, "Tomorrow I'll make rice and go back to the dormitory to wait for you."

During the evening self-study, the classroom is full of whispering voices. During the exam, the students' favorite group activity is the answer. Even those who swear that they will never participate in order to avoid affecting their subsequent performance will inevitably participate.There were soft wailing and horror one after another.In the end, no one could convince anyone, so we met and sneaked to the office to ask the teacher for answers.

When I came back from the office, I said something restrained when I entered the door, such as "Mr. Fei said that the answer to the third question of reading is to find the answer in the first and last natural paragraphs", which immediately sparked a discussion.