your world my tomorrow

The school's morning self-study and evening self-study only belong to senior three students, but there are also many students of other grades who come to school early or stay to read more books after school.

The newcomer Fei Qinan immediately became the leader among them, the first one in the class to come and the last one to leave.The results of the first full-year monthly exam of this semester have just been released. Fei Qinan is the first in the class but not the first in age, but he looks a little regretful.

Is he a little too proud?Why do you work so hard when you can obviously eat by looking good?

Gan Tingting, the study committee member, took the No.3 exam this time. She looked at Fei Qinan admiringly. The only boys who were better than her in the class were him and the class monitor Wang Hao. Acne face is simply the difference between cloud and mud.

She came shyly in front of Fei Qinan, gently tapped the last question on the math paper with her jade finger, then brushed her long black hair and said:

"Fei Qinan, I want to see how you solve this problem. My solution method is a bit cumbersome."

"Take it and read it." Fei Qinan handed her the paper.

"Um... why don't you tell me about it." Gan Tingting was a little annoyed at his lack of style.

"I do not speak."

"Then tell me about your exam experience. You did so well in the exam this time, so you must have a good study method?" Gan Tingting continued to ask.

"Do more questions." Fei Qinan was still indifferent.

"Then do you usually highlight the key points? Can you lend me the key points in your textbook later?"

"Not in that habit."

"Then do you like to read some biographies of famous people? I like..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted rudely.

"I don't know what kind of yarn you like, but I know you're going to disturb my sleep with one more word of nonsense, believe it or not, and kill you!?" Qi Shun stared at him with his face still red. A woman with a clear dream.

When Gan Tingting was yelled at by him, she ran out of the classroom with red eyes in embarrassment and embarrassment, and no one else dared to make a sound.

At this moment, Fei Qinan was really grateful to the cold-faced Hades in the back seat, he was finally able to read quietly.

A few days later, the Chinese teacher, the head teacher, Wu Silai, announced in class that this year's S City "Middle School Students Dream Cup Essay Contest" is about to start registration. Each class has two places to compete in the school first, and the top three can To represent the school in the competition.

The head teacher asked Wang Hao and Fei Qinan to participate in the school preliminaries first. There were three topics to choose from. Fei Qinan chose "How to Live Without Dreams?" ".

In his room at night, he murmured to himself: "Without dreams...how can I live?" The pen in his hand kept tapping on the blank manuscript paper, and he started to write as soon as he got more and more clues in his mind.

In less than half an hour, I wrote more than 1000 words eloquently, and re-edited it several times until I was satisfied.

Writing is a kind of enjoyment for him. His thoughts, values, and heart can be expressed in pen and ink without any worries. Although his parents usually criticize him for reading a lot of extracurricular books, after all, this can also Improving the writing level is also allowed to go.

At this time, his mother Song Xiaomei pushed the door open and came in, and he immediately pressed the manuscript paper into the book.

"Xiao Nan, what are you doing?" Song Xiaomei put the milk in her hand on the table.

"No, nothing."

"What's in your hand? Give it to me." He stretched out his hand, and there was an undeniable rejection in his words.

After handing her composition to her mother, Fei Qinan didn't look up. During the short time she was reading the composition, the room was eerily quiet.

"What do you mean by this article? Why don't you review your homework at night? Your father and I have spent so much energy transferring you to Deshun, do you still want to go to university!?" Song Xiaomei threw the article on the Fei Qinan's face.

"This is written by the class teacher who asked me to participate in the composition competition in the school. If I can enter the top three, I can participate in the official competition in the city." Fei Qinan explained.

"Oh? Then since it's for the competition, prepare well. The milk is still hot, drink it." Song Xiaomei's tone became warmer again.

"it is good…"

After his mother went out, Fei Qinan picked up the composition on the ground, with a look of unwillingness and helplessness in his eyes, but he was powerless to change anything.

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In the dim, noisy, feasting nightclub, Qi Shun was wasting his youth with his friend Song Rui and a few other partners.

"Hey, Shunzi, we haven't played with cars for a long time, do you want to go for a few laps later?" Song Rui took a sip of the beer in his hand, and his proposal immediately received enthusiastic responses from a group of people.

"Okay." Qi Shun just replied lightly, he leaned lazily on the sofa, looking at those young men and women shaking their heads on the dance floor, everyone's face revealed a deep emptiness.

"What? Are you in a bad mood?" Song Rui saw that he was not in a good mood.

"It's okay, let's go, don't drink anymore." Qi Shun threw away the wine glass in his hand and left the night show, followed by a group of people.

"Shunzi, have you tried this car with others before?" a tall friend asked.

"No, it's the first time today, the old route." Walking to the newly bought MTT locomotive, Qi Shun took the safety helmet Song Rui gave him, and stepped on it.

"Hey~ This car is much more powerful than your previous ones, remember to take it easy~~" The gas turbine of this car is usually only used on helicopters, and its speed and power are not ordinary.

Qi Shun nodded and started the car, and the other three cars beside him also ignited. They were ready for a thrilling and exciting trip.

With an order, all the cars rushed out amidst the huge roar, and they were all gone before they could see clearly.

Accompanied by a low growl, Qi Shun skillfully avoided the passing vehicles on the road and shuttled among them, quickly leaving a large part of the others behind.

The car owners who drove safely on the driveway were frightened into a cold sweat by such wanton overtaking and desperate games.

Qi Shun could only hear the wind blowing by his ears, and at this moment the blood in his body was slowly boiling with this speed.

He is still alive, yes, he is still alive, at least he can feel his own breathing, heartbeat, and the thrill of stimulation!

The next day, after Fei Qinan handed in the composition, when he returned to his seat, he glanced at Qi Shun who was sleeping on his stomach, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Maybe for him, he can still live without dreams?

The results of the school preliminaries came out soon, Fei Qinan got No.5, the teacher in charge comforted him and Wang Hao not to be discouraged, their articles were well written, but there were others out there, which also reminded themselves to work harder.

All the essays for the preliminaries this time were posted on the school bulletin board, which also attracted a large number of students to visit and study after class.

After school, Qi Shun walked up to the article written by Fei Qinan, he silently read it and then left with a sneer.

"Heh~~ It's like ants stealing life without a dream, so there is no real 'living'? Cut, he knows what a fart!"