Five years simulation three years first

Although the people in the second group usually look unreliable, when they really get serious, they hold their breath, no one will admit defeat, and compare themselves with the seats at the same table.

When I see others writing one paper, I have to write two papers myself.Others memorize twenty words, but I have to memorize forty.

Commonly known as involution.

A typical case is that even if Li Guohao was arrested to hand out his homework, he would still hold a 3500-word memorization vocabulary in his hand.

In front of Feng Zhouzuo, there would be a long queue at the end of each class, full of people holding workbooks to ask questions.He himself has nothing to do with it. He thinks that the so-called teaching benefits each other. When teaching others, he can review the knowledge points by the way, which is not considered a free job.

But some people are not happy.

One day when he just entered the classroom, he saw a folded origami sign standing on his desk, with the words "Paid Consultation" written on it.

Feng Zhou was silent for a moment, knowing which god did this.

"Master," he knocked on Yu Shaochun's table, "Are you short of money recently?"

Yu Shaochun raised his head: "There is no shortage."

"Then what are you doing?" He nodded.

Yu Shaochun was straightforward: "Some people ask more than ten questions every day, no matter what you are doing, and you don't say thank you after asking, do you treat you like a big ape searching for questions? Why are you not allowed to collect money? "

Feng Zhou sighed: "It's not a big deal, we're all classmates, it's not good to talk about money."

"I didn't really collect the money." Yu Shaochun reached out and turned the stand card over, and clicked on the bottom line of small characters, "here."

Feng Zhou leaned over to look at it, and saw that it said:

"No cash, only x new chicken chop 5 yuan / 10 yuan coupons, x Xuebingcheng milk tea shop 5 yuan coupons, x see Taoshan milk tea shop 5 yuan coupons and other vouchers."

"You really have enough time."

Yu Shaochun helped him put his schoolbag away: "The so-called communication between people is that you pay one point, and I pay one point. Blind one-way output is always the most unfair. Do you understand, Mr. Feng?"

Whether Feng Zhou understood it or not, he didn't know, but Tai Mei might understand it.

During recess in the afternoon, he slapped a voucher on Feng Zhou's desk: "Feng Xueba, I still have enough."

Feng Zhou had a headache, and pushed the voucher into his arms: "I don't want it."

"There is no such thing as a free lunch," Tai Mei said solemnly, "Teacher Feng will accept the supplementary tuition fee."

Yu Shaochun was not polite to him, and took the voucher for Feng Zhou.

Feng Zhou pushed down his glasses and asked him, "Which question?"

"This organic synthesis," Tai Mei said, "how do you count the isomers? Why can you count so many?"

Feng Zhou took out the organic compound that was finally synthesized and put it on the draft paper: "It has a six-membered structure, plus it can undergo a silver mirror reaction, so..."

He told Tai Mei what isomers are and where to draw isomers, and then asked: "Do you understand these?"

Tai Mei didn't speak.

Feng Zhou looked up suspiciously: "Have you heard?"

His student was looking up at the corner of the window with a look of horror on his face.

"what happened?"

He followed Tai Mei's gaze and found a half-palm-sized spider tirelessly weaving a web at the corner of the window.

"Damn it," Tang Qian was leaning over to listen to a class, but he also raised his head, "What's the matter with this thing?"

Tai Mei opened her mouth wide, and her voice was a bit crying, almost toppled the roof of the house: "Ah—there is a spider——"

The big spider in midsummer rashly broke into the youth of a room, awakening Tai Mei's girlish heart that had been hidden for many years.

Half of the class was startled by his howling, and the originally depressing atmosphere in the class instantly became alive. A bunch of people stretched their necks and looked in this direction. Looking at the spider painting, only I could understand it. circle.

Yu Shaochun touched Feng Zhou's arm: "Are you afraid? Xiao Feng?"

"Not afraid." Feng Zhou responded with a pen.

Tai Mei shrank pitifully behind Feng Zhou: "President Yu, I'm afraid."

A group of people gathered by the window, chattering: "Either get it down, it looks so intrusive from above."

But after talking for a long time, no one dared to fight with this hideous arthropod.

Tai Mei cried: "I'm scared! He has so many feet! He crawls so fast!"

Yu Shaochun sighed: "Okay, okay, I'll get it off."

Feng Zhou tilted his head and watched Yu Shaochun slowly step on the chair.

The window sill was too narrow, and everyone refused to let him go, but forced him to sit on the chair to see if he could catch the spider by luck.

Although the possibility is basically zero.

Half of the boy's face was in the light, half in the shadows, and he looked at his eagerly awaited classmates with a smile: "The next moment is to witness the miracle!"

He stretched out his arms, held a mineral water bottle in his hand, and stared at the spider again and again. The hem of his shirt was pulled up slightly, revealing a small waist.

Feng Zhou said he didn't care, but he was still worried for a while, for fear that the crumbling person would accidentally fall.He wrote the word "Xie" absently, looked up at Yu Shaochun, just in time to bump into his dazzling smile.

He is always like this, with one foot in a mental hospital and the other standing on the earth. If there is no gravity, it is estimated that he will be able to fly to the moon tomorrow.

Only in this way is the unique Yu Shaochun in the world.

"I threw it away, my friends," Yu Shaochun said, "I really threw it away."

The onlookers were dissatisfied with his long forward swing to tantalize their appetite, and they all urged: "Throw it quickly!"

The mineral water bottle drew a half parabola in the air, only a finger away from the big spider, and then fell through the window.

Startled, Yu Shaochun probed his head to look downstairs, and was immediately blown back by a roar.

Comrade principal is forty years old, with thick hair, he doesn't love money or fame, he only loves watering flowers, planting trees and educating people.

He happened to be loosening the soil for the magnolia planted by the Nobel Prize winner when a mineral water bottle fell from upstairs for no reason and almost hit him on the head.

"Who did it?" the principal roared downstairs, "Who?"

Yu Shaochun's face changed, and he hurriedly got down from the chair, and the people around him also dispersed, pretending that nothing happened.

Looking at him, Feng Zhou finally couldn't help laughing, and buried his face in his arms.

Yu Shaochun became angry from embarrassment, and knocked his head lightly: "Smile, you."

***

No matter how much you don't want to face it, the final exam is still coming as scheduled.

The day before the exam, Tan Yuanzhao held a pre-exam ideological education class meeting, and finally looked at the students below and said: "The placement test is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that you are assigned to another class because you didn't work hard."

"I led the experimental class for the first time, and the pressure was really great. But to my surprise, I also got to know you creative children."

He sniffed: "I'm not a very strict class teacher, I always hope that you can find the fun of this subject in your studies, not just for the exam. If you really want to go to a new class, Please also love to create, and remember to explore the wonders of the scientific world.”

Lu Xiaonan smiled and said, "Teacher, don't believe us, we may continue to torture you in the third year of high school, we must not miss any of them."

Li Guohao said loudly: "Yes! Not one less!"

He led the booing boys in the class to applaud sporadically, but some girls still had red eyes.

It is strange to say that they have only been classmates for less than a year, but the relationship between them is as deep as if they have known each other for more than ten years.

After school, Tang Qian stood in front of Feng Zhou solemnly: "Feng Xueba, cover up."

Feng Zhou didn't understand what he meant, so he grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously from side to side.

"Be happy," he said, "bless me to still be in the top [-] in my grade."

Yu Shaochun moved the table and passed by: "Who are you touching? Be more honest."

Tang Qian was puzzled: "I didn't touch you, why are you excited?"

Yu Shaochun was straightforward: "You touched my... the back seat, so I have to take it easy."

Once Tang Qian made the first move, others immediately followed suit.A group of people surrounded Feng in the middle, as if meeting some leader who came to inspect, which made him a little dumbfounded.

"Don't ask for it," he said, "I won't turn around koi when I go back. It's much more useful to memorize a few more knowledge points than metaphysics."

Tai Mei still had tears in her eyes: "Lao Li, Lao Tang, what should we do if we never see each other again? I have a set of Wang Houxiong in the locker outside, so it is right to be a farewell gift!"

Tang Qian sneered: "The two of us live in a dormitory where we don't see each other when we look up and look down. We don't come here to be sensational, and we write our own homework."

Tai Mei curled her lips: "Cut, no classmates love it."

They spent an extraordinarily long time in the examination room this time. They were anxious to go home before, but now they wished they could stay a little longer.

If only I could stay here forever.

Even Feng Zhou, who had never been interested in "collective life", felt a little sad in his heart.

After drawing the seating map on the blackboard, he carried his schoolbag to wash his hands.Yu Shaochun also followed him into the bathroom, playing with his phone with his head down.

"Tell me," Feng Zhou raised his head and looked at Yu Shaochun in the mirror, "What if someone really leaves?"

"To leave or not to leave," he said slowly, "is a choice made by oneself. It may not be a good life to stay, and it may not be a bad life to leave."

Feng Zhou smiled: "You are quite philosophical."

He turned around and was about to go out, but he was embraced by someone, and he stumbled back, using the raised wall next to him to cover him, and branded a lingering kiss on his lips.

In the half-light, he gasped slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"

The young man rested his chin on his shoulder, and rubbed his nose against his cheek: "Feng Xueba, cover."

"I'm covering you?" Feng Zhou's voice was somewhat helpless, "Don't tease the young master, what am I covering you for?"

The curtain at the door was lifted, and the two hurriedly separated. A student on duty from the first class next door came in with a rag, and the two people standing against the light were taken aback for a moment.

Yu Shaochun's hand was still grabbing Feng Zhou's collar.

The student on duty had long listened to the embellished version of Hanshun and others in his class, and decided that the two schoolmasters were the kind of people who bully the weak and the weak, and immediately took a step back in fright.

Yu Shaochun blocked Feng Zhou behind him: "What did you see?"

The student on duty swallowed his saliva, brainstormed a script of black and evil forces black and white, and shook his head: "Don't hit me! I, I didn't see anything!"