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When the sound of hitting the ball was heard again in the Bian's house, the class of the first semester of senior high school was announced to be over.

Although there is a winter vacation to look forward to, the pain caused by the pre-exam review is more substantive.

Summer, summer and winter are cold, this is an inevitable disaster in the life of a student, and it is performed regularly and quantitatively online. They are like a group of mules with radishes in front and whips in the back. They neither want to be whipped nor eat radishes. He kicked his hooves and ran forward, feeling pain and joy.

The dire straits tormented everyone's collective mentality. Even lying on the window and watching horses and chickens from the school gate chasing high school seniors with substandard hairstyles to roll and crawl to the teaching building can be regarded as a very enjoyable way of entertainment.

"I'm afraid that this person will really know how to solve the problems in the third year of high school?" Zhang Hongkuan said with emotion.

"The explosive power of a horse killing a chicken, the majestic momentum of being able to run a 50-meter sprint in a marathon..." Li Qin nodded in agreement.

Wang Zhichao slurred his mouthful of steamed buns, "That's the only potential of her shriveled figure, why don't you try to have a figure like Qin Yongshan from the third class next door?"

Several people laughed tacitly.

Qin Yongshan is a girl with outstanding development in a certain part of their grade. Every time their class has physical education class, once the girls run, there will always be many boys staring at them openly and secretly.She is also generous, she should run and jump, and although her running performance has never been high, she has never been coy, so she often becomes a talking point for a group of boys who have not seen much in the world.

After a while, I was about to come in through the front door with a few pieces of paper, but I turned around and patted my chest with lingering fear.

"Fuck! Has the horse killed chickens and chased people to catch up to the seventh floor?"

Wang Zhichao was surprised, "Is he really a senior in high school? It's really crazy..."

"Probably this means not perishing in silence, but perverting in silence!" Zhang Hongkuan sighed, "Ma Shaji has just come for a semester, and the whole school has been obedient, and now only the gang of lunatics in the third year of high school are left She challenged her authority, and those in the third grade of junior high school are all cowardly."

"Third year? They're still just children—" Wang Zhichao had completely forgotten that he was also a "child" who had just been promoted from the third year of junior high school half a year ago.

There was a burst of high and low laughter around.

Next Monday will be the exam week, and the school will be on holiday on Saturday and Sunday the day after tomorrow, so it is time for them to review at home.In the last few hours of this semester, it was as if they were raped by this female cousin who was studying. Since they couldn't resist, they could only force themselves to "enjoy". Pointing fingers, whenever he catches the slightest chance, he puts in all his energy and keeps having fun.

After class, ask questions and do questions after school. The teachers of the subject group take turns to answer questions every day. There are always three circles outside and three circles surrounded by people. Questions, someone immediately followed the answers and put forward new insights, and the atmosphere was so enthusiastic that it was an entire academic seminar.

You can brag about watching TV or playing games all night after school or even going to bed at eight and forgetting to study, but this set of rhetoric is the same as the standard version of the script printed on the template. Saying it is like reading lines and comparing acting skills. Everyone knows themselves and the enemy, and they all hold up their breath and work hard. Everyone is like practicing the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon. The whole floor is filled with a sense of solemnity. Xiao Ran was so angry.

This kind of enthusiastic and active learning atmosphere infected Li Yihua. She canceled her routine patrols and went to the office, so that after a few years, everyone talked about the middle school class teacher's light work on the Internet. When topics such as peeping and grabbing bags appeared at the back door of the classroom, everyone in the second class all felt that their youth was eaten by dogs-it turns out that studying too seriously will also have regrets.

Moreover, the school spirit and discipline in the school have always been heinous, especially this year, the teaching office headed by Mashaji has real power in control of a huge supervision system, and it is strictly enforced. As Li Yihua said, discipline is good. Yes, the results will come up.

Everyone moves forward in unison in this dense interlocking and precise operation like gears.

While trying to post the exam notice brought back from the office on the bulletin board, he tapped on the blackboard to remind: "This exam is still the same as before. The grades in the school are disrupted and the exam room is allocated. The grade we are paired with is the first grade..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by screams from below.

"what--"

"Isn't it?"

"Why is it the first day of junior high school! They're all a bunch of brats!"

"It's bad luck!"

……

While trying to knock on the podium with the math teacher's triangular board "pang pong pong".

"Be quiet—"

The wailing and discussion were still uninterrupted, but it was much quieter than the swarm of bees just now.

"One, three, five, seven—" he pointed to the four vertical rows at intervals and said, "Students in these four rows will go directly to the classroom of class 2 of the first grade of junior high school, and the order is based on the current seat. The rest of the second, fourth, sixth, and eighth rows remain in the original classrooms unchanged."

Zhang Hongkuan leaned on the table and said to Jin Le, "Every time the final exams are made, the corresponding grades are arranged to disrupt the seats. It is said to help us adapt to the senior high school entrance examination in advance, but in junior high school, we were paired with the seniors and senior sisters from the high school. , Some of them will help us with the questions after they finish writing the test papers and sit down when they are bored.”

The long-standing traditional culture of cheating is unavoidable even in the Chinese culture.

"Can it still be like this?" No wonder they are all wailing, now not only will no one teach them how to do the questions, maybe they will have to teach the group of freshmen in turn.

Feng Shui turns to who is spared by the heavens, and the gap is really huge.

"—Did you hear it all! Finally!! There are students who are not present, and the deskmate is responsible for notifying them." While roaring, a piece of chalk flew down from above and landed on the head of a person who was talking happily Another combo hit with a rebound.

"heard it--"

The people below gave a half-deadly drawn out response.

Just like that, no matter how well you review, whether you do too many questions, or how well you memorize it, what should come will always come. The exam week is coming, which symbolizes the end of the first half of the first semester of senior high school.

The winter vacation is actually very short, and it only lasts about three weeks when you are fully charged. During this period, you have to count back to school to get your grades, oh yes, and the Spring Festival.

Yu Jinle, as a scumbag, didn't have any thoughts about grades.The science questions can't be solved by a brilliant science master, and the liberal arts content can't remember those literary masters who are comparable to computer memory, not to mention that there are many non-human beings who are good at arts and science. If you pass the position with a low score in Keke and don't need to make up the exam, you will be Amitabha.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and every household in this small southern city has the custom of making kueh dots and worshiping the gods to celebrate the new year. My mother is so busy that she becomes a spinning top and does not stop at all. After the preparations for the class are done, most of the winter vacation time has passed in a blink of an eye.

At their age, with their pursuit of new things and their abandonment of traditional practices, the meaning of their unity during the Spring Festival is far less attractive to them than lucky money.

Yu Jinle received a call from Zheng Manman on the 26th day of the lunar calendar.

At that time, he was wearing his old junior high school uniform, with a feather duster in his left hand and a large rag in his right, and ran out of the room to answer the phone.

"Lele, I'm back! Come out and have a meal!" A very hearty female voice came from the other end of the phone.

The fate between this girl and him is a bit delicate, and the relationship between the two has to be counted since kindergarten.

At that time, Yu’s father’s business was just getting started and he was very busy. Yu’s mother was doing housework alone and had to take care of the two cubs who had just been weaned. Every day, she had to squeeze her eldest son to the kindergarten. Today you There is no fixed arrangement for picking up tomorrow and seeing me off. If you are too busy, you can just forget about it, so Yu Jinle was a poor child who was often left in kindergarten by his parents when he was young.

The couple often remembered that their eldest son had been forgotten after dinner time, so they put down the dishes and hurried to the kindergarten.

Families like this are not limited to families, Zheng Manman's is the same, even more exaggerated than Yu's family, at least Yu Jinle is remembered and picked up most of the time before dinner, but Zheng's family eats late , Zheng Manman ate dinner at the concierge's uncle many times.

In the neglect and forgetfulness of their parents, the two children established a profound revolutionary friendship in this way.

Later, I accidentally discovered that this person and I were neighbors in the next building!The two parents met in such a friendly and friendly manner and made an agreement to jointly pick up and drop off the children in order to save energy and time—father Yu sent the two children to kindergarten in the morning, and mother Zheng drove them back after school.

So it perfectly avoided the embarrassment of being late and being forgotten in the two kindergartens.

The business development of Zheng Manman's family was much better than that of Yu's family. She was still in the same school as him in primary school, but her grades in the high school entrance examination were not high and she failed to enter a key junior high school, so she went abroad directly.So, sometimes the grades are better than others, but the chances in life may not be better than others...

Now everyone is in the first year of high school, and it is said that they have not seen her for several years.

"Do you still keep in touch with your former classmates? Call a few more people, make it more lively, and I'll go pick you up." Zheng Manman came back after going out for a few years, his extroverted personality showed no intention, and his whole person looked bright and generous.

When she and Yu Jinle were in the same school, it was kindergarten and elementary school. The kindergarten was far away, and no one had such a magical comrade-in-arms friendship like the two of them, so the old classmates mentioned here are those in elementary school.

Zheng Manman contacted a few more active girls, including the monitor and deputy monitor of the year. Yu Jinle thought about it, and called Wu Zefei and Zhuang Erdong, and finally hesitated, and called Zhang Hongkuan.

He is in the same class as Zhang Hongkuan Primary School. He has been standing in the back rows since he was small and tall. Zhang Hongkuan is a frequent visitor in the front rows. In a class of 70 to [-] students, basically there is no intersection between them.If the head teacher hadn't always praised Zhang Hongkuan as a "low-key and obedient" good boy in the class, Yu Jinle probably wouldn't have recognized him because of his low-key and muffled voice and only caring about his surroundings.

It's good now, Yu Jinle's height hasn't grown much since the second year of junior high school, Zhang Hongkuan catches up in one fell swoop, and the two become tablemates in high school.

Zheng Manman dispatched two S360s at home to pick them up, one for the boys and one for the girls, so there is no need to worry about stacking arhats and pyramids in the car like on New Year's Day.

After being pulled out, a group of people looked at each other blankly. Under the strict control of the school and the high pressure of grades and promotion rates all year round, they actually didn't have many opportunities to come out for entertainment.

After looking at each other, Zheng Manman could only make arrangements in the end. It happened that her father's company was on holiday and no one was there. There was a recreation room there, where there was a lot of billiards, chess and karaoke. Go there first to pass the time, and then go to Have a meal.

Yu Jinle was embarrassed by this situation.

His personality is quiet at best, and withdrawn at worst.Hobbies are nothing more than writing articles and listening to music. At most, they are graffiti with a paintbrush in their spare time. Apart from studying, what they do most on weekdays is to help the family look after the store.Currently ready-made entertainment, billiards, he doesn't even understand the meaning of black balls and white balls, chess and cards, he doesn't even know how to fight the landlord, singing K?He usually doesn't have much opportunity or interest to go to this kind of entertainment place. He can hum a little, but he has never tried to sing a complete song. He is very good at picking up wheat.

"Yu Jinle, come here, let's sing this!"

Girls seldom play billiards, so they all gathered in the K room. Zheng Manman brought a few decks of cards, and a group of people sang K and played cards, which was considered lively.

Yu Jinle and the others didn't stand aside, and they couldn't even catch up with the girls next door to chat, so they sat alone with their drinks in a daze.Xu Shi saw him sitting alone with nothing to do, Zhang Hongkuan pulled him over, pointed to the song on the screen and asked him, "Can you sing this?"

Yu Jinle took a look at "Lovesickness in the Wind and Rain".

He hasn't tried whether he can sing Hong Kong and Taiwan pop songs on the bad street, but he must be familiar with the tunes.

Zhang Hongkuan added, "It's definitely not possible, right? As long as you can read the characters, you will definitely know this song! Come on, come on! No one will sing with me, so we will sing this together."

The following applauded very appropriately.

"Lele, I've never heard you sing, hurry up!" Zheng Manman stuck out his head from the game and yelled.

Yu Jinle had no choice but to take the wheat.

Zhang Hongkuan assigned a female voice to him, then picked up the microphone and started singing after the prelude:

"It's difficult to understand all kinds of worries, knowing each other and loving each other—"

He closed his eyes and frowned, and imitated Jacky Cheung's deep voice with a deep voice.

"The sea of ​​love becomes vast and infatuated meets the cold wind..." The second sentence is Yu Jinle's.

I can't sing anymore--

Zhang Hongkuan laughed so hard that he fell off his chair.

He thought he was handsome and directly matched him with a female vocalist. The male and female singers were not in the right key, and Yu Jinle had no experience and no interest in singing K duets. He thought it would be enough to just speak out and sing the subtitles, but the effect of the voice spreading through the microphone was so touching that he wanted to cry...

With a thin skin, he hung the wheat on the shelf in embarrassment, "You guys sing, I can't."

After finishing speaking, he disappeared in a hurry.