Senior Class Three

"This... this..." Zhang Yongqiang didn't imitate Wang Ruohan's words, he was really shocked by this special gift.

Zhang Yongqiang held up his gift with both hands.It was a booklet, with hand-painted blue sky and white clouds, green grass and red flowers on the cover, and handwritten text in the middle, which was beautiful and eye-catching.

"108 Ways to Improve Academic Performance" Zhang Yongqiang stared at the big characters, trembling in his heart.

He looked at it for 2 minutes, blinked, and made sure his eyes were fine again. He looked up and looked around. The light was bright, the breeze was blowing, and the waterfowls by the lake were playing and chasing.

He glued his eyes to the cover, tapped the title with his index finger, and read it word by word: "Improve, improve, learn, study, achieve, achieve, 108, species, method, method"

"I'm sick..." He blurted out with a blank mind.

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Zha Nan and Wudong had just returned from lunch in the cafeteria, and saw that Zhang Yongqiang was not sleeping on the table, but was in a daze.I feel a little incredible.

You know, they have known Zhang Yongqiang for two years, and every time they see him alone, he is either sleeping, fighting, or on the way to fighting, and the chances of him being in a daze are very few.

They didn't know what was going on, they didn't dare to act rashly, they pretended not to see, they entered the classroom naturally, sat down naturally, chatted and laughed naturally.

Nanmo High School has a special place for lunch breaks.Most students will choose to stay there to recharge their batteries.For students who really want to study, the school has also arranged several study rooms for them.It is usually noisy and noisy, because there are always some students who are willing to sacrifice sleep and race against time, reciting and reading aloud.

The student classroom at noon is between the two, neither too quiet nor too noisy, but the number of people is the smallest.Now there are only five or six students in the third (17) class of senior high school.

Zha Nan and Fifth Building were in the middle of a chat, when Zhang Yongqiang suddenly interjected, "You guys think, can my academic performance be saved?"

Cha Nan and Fifth Building smell the gossip.The two picked up their chairs and moved them to Zhang Yongqiang's desk.

Zha Nan said: "Brother Qiang, you still have academic performance? Why haven't I heard of it?"

The fifth building touched Zhang Yongqiang's forehead, then touched his own forehead, and said doubtfully, "Brother Qiang, you are very sick."

Zhang Yongqiang glanced at their faces and said coldly, "Speak humanly."

Cha Nan stopped joking: "I can't save you."

The fifth building nodded fiercely, expressing its full agreement.

Zhang Yongqiang took out the booklet from the table and said, "Someone wants to rescue me, what do you think?"

Building No. [-] scanned the entire cover at a glance, and said very bluntly: "That person is seriously ill."

Cha Nan rubbed it carefully, then raised his head and said, "Your girlfriend gave it?"

Zhang Yongqiang opened the booklet, and it was full of words, but it was by no means messy. Every item was listed clearly and neatly.There is a classification at the beginning of the page, and a summary at the end, with red writing and black writing.There are several pages with illustrations drawn with crayons.At the end of each chapter, it is written with a golden pen: You are the best, come on!

Zha Nan slapped the table and stood up, "Damn it, why don't you admit that it was your girlfriend who gave it to you?"

Building No. [-] exclaimed, "Brother Qiang is worthy of being Brother Qiang. It's only been a while before he got his girlfriend."

Zhang Yongqiang didn't bother to talk to them, and said, "This is not suitable for me. I'm giving it to you. Anyone who wants it can take it."

Zha Nan got a white handkerchief from somewhere, wiped her tears and cried, "Brother Qiang is such a scum...so hurt the heart of an innocent girl." She pointed to the words on the booklet and continued Said: "Such a thick booklet, do you know how much effort it takes? If you say give it away, you can give it away. It's too scumbag, woo woo...More than me."

Zhang Yongqiang looked at Zha Nan who was crying, and suddenly there was a portrait of a blushing man always posing in mourning.He shook his body coldly, and said as if accepting his fate: "It's not from my girlfriend."

"Then who sent it?" Cha Nan's tears retracted from his eyes like magic, and the handkerchief disappeared with the tears.

Zhang Yongqiang said: "The squad leader sent it."

Building No. [-] said, "Wang Ruohan sent it?"

Zhang Yongqiang nodded.

Zha Nan suddenly realized: "It turned out that it was sent by the monitor. I guess you skip class or sleep every day, so I want to give you a hand."

Zhang Yongqiang said: "Do you think he can move?"

Zha Nan shook his head and sighed, "Brother Qiang, do you think it makes sense for the squad leader to pull you from the bottom one to the bottom three?"

The results of the three of them were almost the same, only three or four points apart.Occasionally, one of the exams got shit luck, and the pen she turned in her hand landed on option A, and she firmly believed that A was the right choice, and then, without accident, she got the wrong answer.It just so happened that Zhang Yongqiang was lucky in that exam, and he turned the pen and landed on option B, and Zhang Yongqiang also firmly believed that B was his home. Then, the goddess of fate loved him, and he got the answer right.

The competition between the three of them is not about the kind of pediatric hard work, but about the preference of luck.

Although the favor of luck has not always fallen on Zhang Yongqiang in the past two years.

The fifth building rolled its eyes and said, "Brother Qiang, I have a question for you? What is tan (45°) equal to?"

Zhang Yongqiang said without thinking, "I don't know."

He only knows man, inspector, what the hell?

Building No. [-] sighed and said, "Brother Qiang, this is the most basic. I don't think even a god can pull back your grades."

Zhang Yongqiang said, "You know?"

The fifth building said confidently: "tan (45°) is equal to one-half."

Zhang Yongqiang said: "Dongdong, you can!"

Two students from other classes passed by the window, and one student couldn't hide his smile and said, "One of them dares to teach, and the other dares to learn."

Another student laughed loudly: "It's amazing!"

Zhang Yongqiang threw a look at him, and the two restrained their smiles, said "I'm sorry" in panic, and left in embarrassment.

"Don't talk about man, prison inspector," Cha Nan pointed to the booklet, "What should I do about this?"

Zhang Yongqiang said, "Forget it, I'll go back."

He already has an idea in his mind.The brochure in my hand is still the same as before, and I can tell at a glance that it has been made with painstaking effort.It's a pity that it shouldn't be wasted on him. Originally, he could just throw it away, or use it to pad the lame table at home, but it was integrated into the author's heart, and he couldn't bear it.It's better to return things to their original owners and give them to those who really need help.

There were few pedestrians on the embankment, and there were a few big buffaloes grazing leisurely on the embankment, and the tails of the buffaloes slapped every now and then.The leaves on both sides of the embankment are mostly yellow, and large pieces of fallen leaves are spread on the grass.Sometimes the wind is stronger, and I run as if fleeing for my life, bypassing branches, stumps, and Zhang Yongqiang.

Zhang Yongqiang was lying on the fallen leaves with a piece of thatch in his mouth. The thatch was green and yellow. He put his hands behind his head, bent his left leg, and put his right foot on his knee.After chewing thatch for a long time, he would replace it with another one and continue chewing.

Time flies, and soon the sun hides, the sky is shining with stars, and the birds and insects are singing around.He couldn't remember how long he slept. When he woke up, he found that the person he had been waiting for for a long time had appeared.

Wang Ruohan held the flashlight, but her heart was terrified.He walks this road twice a day. It's fine in the morning, and it's already bright. Even if there are no pedestrians, the rising sun will always give him courage, while the moonlight will only make him feel eerie.Especially now, the wind is blowing, making his scalp numb.

"Ghost..." Wang Ruohan heard a "squeak" sound, getting closer and louder, frightened his body stiff, his face pale, and he clasped his arms tightly around his chest.

"It's me." Zhang Yongqiang handed over the brochure, "This is for you."

He didn't expect that Wang Ruohan was as timid as a mouse, not only afraid of gangsters, but also afraid of ghosts.If you are really afraid of ghosts, why do you go home at night?

Wang Ruohan was dubious, and slowly opened one eye, making sure that the problem was not serious, and then fully opened both eyes.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, and the flashlight illuminated the things Zhang Yongqiang handed over. He immediately turned gray and whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"Huh?" Zhang Yongqiang was completely confused.

Is he not scared and confused?

Wang Ruohan said: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my negligence."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Wang Ruohan hesitated, "Gift..."

"The gift is very good, but it's not suitable for me." Zhang Yongqiang guessed that he should have rejected Wang Ruohan's gift, so he apologized.

Wang Ruohan said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you."

"Tricked me?"

"'108 Ways to Improve Academic Performance' is actually only 107, and I forgot to write the other one." Wang Ruohan's voice became smaller and smaller, so small that he couldn't hear it himself.

The moonlight was pale, and everything was silent.

Zhang Yongqiang laughed out loud, satisfied with his smile, and said, "Patch it up there. After it's done up, put it in your place first. You can give it to me when I need it."

Wang Ruohan took back the booklet apprehensively, his face turned from white to red, he hesitated to speak: "Can you teach me to be strong?"

"Teach you to become stronger?" Zhang Yongqiang suddenly became interested, "What benefits do I have?"

Wang Ruohan buried his head even lower, and his voice was muffled, "What benefits do you want?"

"Of course the advantage is..." Zhang Yongqiang lifted Wang Ruohan's face with his index finger. His cheeks were covered with a layer of red light, his skin was yellowish and delicate, his small mouth was lightly colored, and the tip of his nose could smell the elegance of his hair. fragrance.

He stroked Wang Ruohan's chin, and their eyes met.He lowered his head, expressionless, and approached slowly, Wang Ruohan's face gradually enlarged in his pupils.He is still closing the distance between the two.

Wang Ruohan was stunned, the blush spread on his face and spread to his eyes, as if he was about to cry, and the tears were held in his eye sockets.

When Zhang Yongqiang's mouth was almost close to Wang Ruohan's, Zhang Yongqiang immediately turned his face back, as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "I'm just curious why your eyes always have endless tears."

He always thought it strange that boys shed tears so easily.He hadn't cried in years.

In his impression, the one who sheds the most tears is actually a woman.

Wang Ruohan whispered, "My eyes can't stand the strong wind."

"If you can't stand the strong wind, go back earlier." Zhang Yongqiang put his hands in his pockets and said, "I will make you stronger."

He won't ask Wang Ruohan why he wants to become stronger, just like he doesn't want others to know his reason for becoming stronger.