Orientation sniping

After the start of the semester, it entered the sprint stage of the college entrance examination, and the class break was shortened to 5 minutes, and there were almost no students laughing and playing outside the classroom in the whole building.A set of simulation papers piled up like a mountain, as if I couldn't finish writing.

There is a countdown sign hanging in front of the classroom. The days are getting shorter and shorter, and the tension that hits the face is overwhelming.The fun-seeking bastards in the back row finally came to their senses, grabbed the tail of the chief reviewer, and rushed forward.

In such an atmosphere, Jiang Jing hardly had time to think about other things, and he only wanted to catch up on sleep when he finally got some free time.

It was raining that day, and the chilly wind came in through the gaps in the windows, making it so cold that he couldn't sleep well.

Li Fan came back from the toilet, knocked on his table as he passed by, and said in a low voice, "Brother Jiang, do you have an umbrella? Let me use it."

umbrella?

At that moment, Jiang Jing seemed to have returned to a certain day in the last semester. It was also raining outside the window, and he was lying on the table in a daze. Li Fan came to borrow an umbrella, but he refused.

There was a transparent umbrella hanging beside his desk, but he refused to borrow it.

At that time, he had just met Ji Shurong, and when he took his umbrella, he thought that he had to return it clean no matter what.

Jiang Jing touched the hook on the side of the table subconsciously, and a certain place in his heart suddenly became empty.He lowered his eyes, a little absent-minded: "I didn't bring it."

"What's wrong with you? You don't look very good." Li Fan studied his expression.

Jiang Jing yawned and lay back lazily: "I'm sleepy."

At noon, the rain stopped, the air was cool and fresh, and groups of students rushed to the cafeteria bustlingly.

Jiang Jing was surrounded by the crowd and walked forward. He glanced inadvertently and saw a few flowers quietly blooming.

He froze in place, only to belatedly realize that spring has come.

Winter passed away and spring came, but the one he loved didn't come back.

……

The [-]-day swearing-in and coming-of-age ceremony were held at the same time, and all the third-year students gathered in the auditorium to listen to the speeches of the leaders and representatives of the students.In the past, it was drowsy on such occasions, but this time it was different.

The grade director's speech was probably written by the Chinese teacher. It was sincere and reasonable, and the students were full of enthusiasm.

Before taking the oath, the director asked them to think about their dreams, where they want to go, what kind of person they want to be, and what kind of future they want to have.

Jiang Jing closed his eyes, Ji Shurong was all he could think of.

……

In April, a group of recommended students went away from the top class upstairs, the bosses were overjoyed, and the crumbs of white test papers were scattered down desperately.Jiang Jing looked out the window with indescribable envy in his heart.

When people are young, they always feel that they are not free. They carry a mountain called the college entrance examination on their backs, and they are bound to do anything they want to do.

Now someone crossed the mountain one step ahead of them, and poured a bowl of lemon-flavored chicken soup on them who were in dire straits.

When Jiang Jing couldn't hold on anymore, he wrote down on paper what he would do after the college entrance examination, where he would go to play with Ji Shurong, and where he would settle down. A math roll.

While trying to make time go faster, he was full of apprehension.

If Ji Shurong hasn't come back after the college entrance examination, then all his expectations are just empty words.

So Jiang Jing picked up the pen again, and added a sentence in front of those densely packed words——

First thing, go see him.

He cut out this sentence and carefully pasted it on the corner of the table. As long as he sits here, he can see it. As long as he sees it, he will instantly have the strength to persevere.

Zhao Yu and Li Fan were once curious about who the "he" he wrote was. After guessing for a long time, they still had no idea. In the end, Zhao Yu gave up on himself and said, "Which man is it that makes Brother Jiang think about it so much?"

Jiang Jing was turning his pen to write a comprehensive question, and tapped the back of his hand lightly: "Hurry up and go back to do the questions, don't block my light here."

His speed of solving the questions was several times faster than before. During this period of hard work, he has achieved great results, and even the slightly difficult mid-range questions can't stop him.Jiang Jing worked on the questions without distraction, as if as long as he did it faster, the difficult days would be shortened.

He wanted to see Ji Shurong so much, not through the cold screen, nor through the letter that made him cry several times, he wanted to see Ji Shurong with his own eyes, he wanted to see Ji Shurong so much, he couldn't bear it .

Before the Chinese New Year, he received the lucky bag brought back by Xu Shao. In addition to some small candies, there was also a letter with yellowed pages.

He read that letter countless times and could almost memorize it.

He put the letter and the bottle containing the stars together, and read it before writing, so that he could imagine what Ji Shurong was doing at this time.He wrote down words, as if talking to him.

He grew up slowly in the days when Ji Shurong couldn't see him, restrained his temper, and got rid of his bad habits.

The names on the bulletin board had been changed a long time ago, and Jiang Jing would occasionally take a look at them, and then recall the glorious years when he dominated the attached high school.

He rarely caused trouble, but once, he was called to the office by the head teacher during the exercise between classes.

The head teacher supported the table and looked at him from bottom to top: "Tell me, what did you do after school yesterday?"

Jiang Jing said, "Justice is here."

"..." The head teacher's face darkened, and his voice became more serious: "Running to the higher department to mess around is to uphold justice?"

Jiang Jing stood upright and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Teacher, they were the ones who bullied my sister first. If you don't believe me, go check the surveillance."

"Nonsense, of course I checked the surveillance..." The teacher gave him an annoyed look, then paused, "Wait, your sister?"

Jiang Jing nodded: "He Shiyun, Class [-], is my younger sister. She is being bullied. Of course, I can't just sit idly by."

Yesterday afternoon, their class had physical education class, and it happened to be Jiang Jing's turn to return the basketball.There was no one in the gymnasium. He was pushing the cart and walking forward when he heard a knock on the door.

From the utility room in the corner.

Jiang Jing was puzzled, and he heard a familiar voice before he got close.

"……anyone there?"

There was a lock hanging outside the utility room, but it was not locked. Jiang Jing opened the door and saw He Shiyun with red and swollen eyes.

He Shiyun didn't expect him to be the one who came, tears fell without warning: "Brother..."

Jiang Jing frowned, pulled her arm out, and listened to her finish speaking intermittently.

The girl who bullied He Shiyun before did not change her nature, and actually tricked her into locking her up here. These days, He Shiyun almost missed the next math exam in the week of high school exams.

Jiang Jing personally sent her back to the examination room. After school, she was not in a hurry to go back to the dormitory, and went to the senior one teaching building first.

Several girls with makeup stayed in the class, one of them was sitting on a desk, picked up a few papers from beside him, and tore them into pieces slowly.

When Jiang Jing walked over, a piece happened to fly to his feet, and He Shiyun's name could be vaguely seen on it.

Like a malevolent star, he kicked the leg of the table with a gloomy face, and said sharply, "Get off."

The girl obviously recognized him, and several of them looked at each other with nervousness and panic on their faces.

"You don't have a long memory, do you?" Jiang Jing looked coldly at the leading girl, and suddenly reached out and pulled down the schoolbag she was carrying on her shoulder, "Didn't I warn you not to mess with He Shiyun? Didn't I have ears or a brain?"

The zipper of the schoolbag was ripped open violently, Jiang Jing held it with one hand, and stretched in with the other: "Is it fun to bully people? Can tearing up other people's test papers make you look awesome? Then I'll tear yours, how dare you?" Resist?"

The girl watched her test paper being torn to pieces, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, she rushed forward and reached out to snatch it, but Jiang Jing easily avoided it.

"Don't force me to do it." Jiang Jing said expressionlessly.

The girl had never been so angry, she cried so much that her make-up was all over her face, she yelled at the top of her voice, "Give it back to me!"

The two girls behind her had never seen this scene before, and stayed where they were in shock.

Jiang Jing tore up the paper in a few minutes, then took out some cosmetics from it, and threw them behind him like trash, "Did you hear when He Shiyun begged you to let her go? What's the matter, your things are treasures, while others' things are Can you trample on it at will?"

The cosmetics rolled to the ground, the powder was broken in half, and the girl cried so hard that her voice was hoarse. Jiang Jingsong threw the schoolbag on the ground, clapped his hands and said, "I warn you one last time, if you dare to bully my sister again, next time I will Just start."

Since then, He Shiyun has never been made things difficult by those girls again.

But Jiang Jing's methods were too radical, and he was ordered to write a thousand-word self-criticism and apologize to the girls in person.The latter Jiang Jing refused, so the [-]-word review doubled to [-] words.

His name appeared on the bulletin board after a long time, and Zhao Yu specially came to observe it, and said with a smack of tongue: "Brother Jiang is awesome, [-] words, do you really want to write it?"

"Am I an idiot?" Jiang Jing walked forward without looking back.

Zhao Yu was quite curious, and pestered him to keep asking, and finally found out the secret.

Jiang Jing spent money on the Internet to hire someone to write it, and it will be sent to him tomorrow.

Zhao Yu exclaimed, "Wonderful!"

It was Friday, and the next day was a big break. Everyone was a little restless during the last class.

Although the big break is only for one day, and I will come back on Sunday morning, it can make people breathe a sigh of relief.

Jiang Jing was quite calm at first, but probably because of the influence of the group of two hundred and five around him, he was also a little restless in the few minutes before school was over.

Zhao Yu lowered his voice and asked him, "Brother Jiang, do you want to play golf?"

Jiang Jing hasn't played basketball for a long time, and he felt a little itchy, but in the end, reason prevailed: "What kind of ball do you play, go back and do your homework."

Zhao Yu pouted: "Okay, can I go to your house to write?"

"Whatever." Jiang Jing said.

The teacher finished the last question on the podium, and the school bell just rang, and the class became lively in an instant, and a group of people rushed out.

Jiang Jing's schoolbag was a bit heavy, so he put it on the suitcase and pushed it outside.

Zhao Yu hummed a song and walked beside him. Seeing the darkness outside the school gate, he asked casually, "Brother Jiang, is anyone coming to pick you up? If so, I won't follow."

Jiang Jing said, "No."

He squeezed out from the crowd, the schoolbag on the suitcase almost fell off, Jiang Jing was about to reach out to pick it up, but someone beat him one step ahead.

"Why is it so heavy?" A smiling voice sounded in his ears, setting off a burst of heat.

Jiang Jing froze in place, he even forgot to breathe.

The author says:

The old season is back~