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On the night of his birthday, thinking about being confused by his father's uncharacteristic brainwashing, he smashed the piles of adult rules into his mind, and returned to the brain that was vacated after finishing two exams in the afternoon. Fill up again.

His father not only analyzed Chen Wentong, but also analyzed some marginal behaviors, the kind called "integrating into" the group, only when you are also wet, the people who were in the pool before will accept your overtures.

You can stand out, but the prerequisite is that the "root" must be well established.

Just like when he was in school, he was able to get along well with his peers, and those people dared not to be afraid of his status as a "leader" and openly carried out various "violations" in front of him because he not only did not restrain himself On the contrary, he often mixes up with him, such as puppy love, organizing group activities in private, over the wall to buy snacks, skipping classes... The school really wants to investigate this set of deeds, and he is also one of the punished, even because of his status as the class monitor. The level of punishment will intensify.

And good grades are just an additional option here, and have nothing to do with sufficient and necessary conditions.

Probably because the content was too messy, and it was much deeper than his exaggerated cognition of the "black, white and gray" three realms that only stayed on the surface before, so he dreamed again that night.The dream was composed of countless colorful blocks, and he couldn't tell the specific content, so after waking up, he only felt that his mind had become a soft paste, and it was still the colorful one.

Confusion.

Wake up, wash up and exercise early, and the day goes on as usual. The eighth subject test did not end until Thursday morning, and the time was so rushed that only Thursday afternoon was left for the other grades to relax. It was the normal class time, and it was also the most wailing time for the release of grades and commentary on test papers.

Exam weeks and weekends are parent-teacher conferences that have never changed for thousands of years. Even the last two subjects tested, the teachers in the grade group have to work overtime to get the results out before then.Others can earn a rest time on Thursday afternoon, thinking that being a "representative of the working people" is not such a blessing. Just after finishing the last subject, she was caught by sister Chun and arranged to report to the grade group that afternoon. Hurry up before the parent meeting to sort out the subjects that have been tested and have been graded.

"I thought I could play a good game in the afternoon, but now I'm blind again!" He said to Jin Le, "It's like selling yourself to your second class, and you will die every day."

Yu Jinle was looking down at the picture album Chen Miaomiao gave him, and raised his head when he heard the words: "Then I'll prepare a pennant for you? It says 'dedicate yourself to death'?"

Thinking about it for a while, he said that this can be done, but unfortunately Yu Jinle doesn't have much time to talk to him.

There is also a sports meeting in November, and he has no time to be idle. He has to hurry up and prepare the content of the blackboard newspaper. Before the parent meeting on Saturday night, he also has to help write the welcome speech on the blackboard.

It's actually okay to do these things, but the grades are about to come down, and he is very annoying every time the grades are sent out.

Add this.

He glanced at it thoughtfully.

Sister Chun asked him to help in the grade group, so he would definitely see his own results.

Liberal arts is better, but what about mathematics, physics and chemistry, if you get [-] points in the exam, it will be seen, how annoying!

Also embarrassing.

Physics is probably a little bit better, if you don’t have 50, you should have more than 1. The worst thing is chemistry, the most temperless subject. The phrase “people who don’t understand are idiots” in the first class of chemistry teacher It's a prophecy, he has been killed by "Moore" since Chapter [-] of high school chemistry, and he hasn't recovered from it so far, and he doesn't know if he is in his [-]s this time.

Chemical retardation, oh no, science retardation.

When you like someone, of course you want to show your best side in front of him - even if it is impossible for two people to develop.

It's like a peacock spreading its tail to court, if you can see a naked bird's butt without turning around when you open it after shaking, then begging for a fart!

Although he didn't have the guts to really "beg" while thinking about this idol.

"They're all busy, who isn't working overtime to serve your second shift!"

As soon as the person was annoyed, he subconsciously rushed up, and while thinking for a moment, he frowned and asked, "Why are you so fierce, and you didn't do well in the exam?"

"No." There was something hidden in his heart and he couldn't say it clearly. Yu Jinle suppressed his depression in his heart, and only replied sullenly, bowing his head and continuing to flip through his picture album.

This idiot!If you were so stupid when you were with Weng Lin back then, could Weng Lin look up to him?

"Hey!" While trying to put his face in front of him, he said with a smile, "On my birthday, I mentioned the driver's license to my dad, and he agreed."

Yu Jinle didn't know how to answer his words.

He hasn't even touched a motorcycle. This man is already thinking about getting a driver's license.

He has been driving a motorcycle without a license.

"You don't even have a motorcycle driver's license, do you? Just a car?" He has no idea about these things, it's too far away.

In his meager knowledge, a car is a dispensable luxury, let alone himself, his family has no plans to buy a car so far.

If I have to have a vision for this stuff—well, there are still three or four years of college after graduating from high school, and I have to work for a few years after graduating from college before I dare to think about it. Before that, there will definitely be cars More important things need him to arrange.

Before making money, I don't know what job I can find in the future!

I don't know if I can get into university.

I don't know which subject to choose in the third year of high school.

I don't know how scary the midterm exam results are...

The more I think about it, the farther away I am, and I worry about people.

He made himself even more depressed at once, and wanted to cover the guy's face with the picture album.

While wanting to stroke his head, I bent down to look at him, "What are you doing?"

Suddenly, he fell silent while talking.

Yu Jinle looked at him from the top of the album.

"No, you continue to talk." You can't say that you are depressed, how stupid!

"Oh." Bian wanted to stare at him suspiciously.

"Tell me about your driver's license, motorcycle, and car." It's safer to change the subject.

"What are you talking about?" He got up after thinking about it, stretched his waist and said nonchalantly, "First take the C certificate, motorcycles are not necessary, and then you can go to add driving if you need it."

In one sentence, Yu Jinle only understood the middle sentence, motorcycle driver's license is optional.

What is C certificate?What is the driving increase?

It seemed to be another gap, reminding him how far away he was from the life he was thinking about.

"I have to wait a year. I have to be eighteen years old to take the exam." I thought to myself and said, very sad, "Why do you say that you have to be eighteen years old? What's the difference between eighteen years old? Isn't it just one year old? Year……"

He circled around the Yu Jin Orchestra, eager to grow up overnight, as if rushing to save the world by driving with his C card.

"This age limit is really inhumane! Next year is the most stressful time for the third year of high school. I can't run to study at that time, so I have to postpone it. This push will have to wait until the summer vacation after the college entrance examination!"

Yu Jinle was turned dizzy by him, grabbed his collar with one hand and pushed him to sit down, then pressed his shoulder with the other hand, beckoning him to stay well and not make trouble.

"Calm down for a while, you know it's only one year, can't you wait for just one year?"

You're as stupid as Erha, you're [-] years old, you're [-] years old now, okay? You still have to feel like you're an adult!

There are still so many people who think he is handsome!

No reason.

"You wait, my brother has got his driver's license, and he will be the first to take you out for a drive!" He was pushed onto the chair and immediately became half shorter than Yu Jinle.

This medicine ball player has amazing wrist strength, and his power output is absolutely unambiguous. Now he is holding down the squad leader with one hand, which makes him look like a martial arts master.

"Hey—" He stared at him bitterly.

Yu Jinle ignored him, flipped through the picture book with one hand, and stood still more steadily when he took a horse stance.

After the exam, everyone left in a hurry. Chen Miaomiao threw the picture album at him and left, and told him to design the next issue of the blackboard newspaper.

I don't know what to do, and I feel panicked.

In order to divide the work evenly and reduce the pressure on the leader of the blackboard newspaper team, they have changed the system since this semester.

In the past, the team leader designed the layout uniformly, and they only needed to take back their assignments and take care of copying, writing, and drawing; but now, each issue requires one person to be responsible for the overall layout design, and the team leader of the blackboard newspaper can at most Acting as a military adviser to give some advice.

In this way, the entire blackboard newspaper team had to take turns almost once a semester.

And this time it was Yu Jinle's turn to draw lots.

Although he joined the blackboard newspaper team from the very beginning, he has never tried to complete the overall layout design and arrangement by himself.

The pressure suddenly increased.

I thought that when I came to the blackboard newspaper team, I would just follow the assigned tasks, but who would have thought that they would come out like this.When he received the task, he reflexively wanted to push it.

No reason, just subconsciously think that I can't be competent.

Although the theme of the next issue is clear, that is, the mobilization before the sports meeting, it is much better than those who have to decide on a theme even if there are no nearby activities.

Sister Chun, the theme of the sports meeting, couldn't fault her, so she was lucky to say the least.

But he was still apprehensive.

But there are still people blah blah in the ear.

For fear that people would not know that he could speak.

The theme is confirmed, so what is the header?

The more he thought about it, the more dignified his face became, and he wanted to look up from the bottom up, just to have a panoramic view.

"No, you look so ugly. What's the matter? Did you really fail the exam?" He stretched his head over and stared at him, "Why don't I check your grades for you this afternoon?"

Yu Jinle: "!!!!"

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!This emotional intelligence!There is really no one left!

He looked down at him, with this guy's peeing nature, he didn't understand that he could annoy himself to death, so he sighed and shook the picture album in his hand.

"I'm worried about this!"

While thinking: "A blackboard newspaper?"

Yu Jinle: "Well, I got a layout design for this issue."

While thinking about it, he suddenly snapped his fingers, and exaggerated in a very exaggerated tone and expression: "That's the design director! It's amazing!"

Yu Jinle: "..."

As an eighteen-year-old old man, can you play less?

"What's the theme of this issue?" Thinking about pushing Yu Jinle's hand that was still on his shoulder with his shoulder, motioning for him to let go, Yu Jinle did as he wished, as soon as he removed his hand, he jumped up and down while thinking Go to the front podium.

"Come on, you come up too."

He pointed at him with his hands. Right now, there were only the two of them left in the classroom. Yu Jinle followed without hesitation.

There is a piece of paper sandwiched in the picture album, which is some content that Yu Jinle randomly scribbled on, and he saw it as soon as he thought about it.

"Sports meeting?"

"Ah."

The theme was settled, but his mind was blank right now, and countless ideas floated through his mind, either too vulgar or without any characteristics, all of which were crossed out by him without exception.

Originally, it would be fine to publish a regular edition with no merit or demerit. I would choose a few projects to brag about and describe them for a while.

I really have neither ability nor inspiration, but I still keep thinking about some big idea that can break the sky.

This is a collision of ideals and strength, helpless!

I wanted to say: "The big characters must be 'sports meeting', right?"

"That's a masthead." Yu Jinle sighed, what big characters, he still has small characters!

"But don't you think those three characters are too simple and rude? Walking through a corridor, most of the classes in the school use this!"

While thinking about it for a moment, he smiled again, "Do you want to think about something different?"

"No, at least don't be too—" He paused, unable to think of any words, he could only say vaguely, "That's all."

Wanting to stare at him.

What is that?

"This way—" I wanted to pick out a small piece of chalk from the chalk box, turned it upside down, and wrote the word "sports meeting" on the blackboard.

"That's the theme anyway."

His handwriting is not fancy and beautiful compared to the people who are in charge of the writing section in the board newspaper group, but because the permanent class leader comes to the podium to help copy and write from time to time, the font is even in size and neat.

The end of the word "Luck" is slightly raised at an angle, which is quite recognizable.

"If you want to be unique, then think about variants? Work hard on the words?" He drew a horizontal line under the three characters.

Yu Jinle rubbed his chin and tilted his head to look at the three words.

"You must be better at this than me. You guys are writing this kind of big characters in some kind of artistic style, right?" He said, nodded his head, and looked back at him, "What do you want to draw?"

Then he really drew a circle on Zouzhi'er's little tail, and added two dots inside for eyes, and then a triangle on the left and right - until he finished drawing three beards on each side, Yu Jinle Only then did I barely understand that it was just a cat's head.

He couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

What do you dare to draw on it is to draw a cat's head?