Five years simulation three years first

On June [-]th, the last exercise of the third year of senior high school, the third set of radio gymnastics and group dance for middle school students, which was not ordinary, made people feel extremely sad.

No matter how disgusted they are on weekdays, no matter how eager they are to escape from the shackles called "high school", at this moment they finally realize that they are leaving.

Goodbye has two meanings, meet again, and never see you again.

When Feng Zhou returned to school, it was just in time for the first day of the college entrance examination.It was obviously Monday, but because of the departure of the third year of high school, I somehow felt that the school was half empty.

He went up the stairs to the third floor, and after walking for a while, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

According to the usual morning self-study, the second class should be the noisiest on this floor, and their noise can often be heard at the other end of the corridor, but today it is surprisingly quiet.

Feng Zhou opened the door and went in. He saw people in a classroom bowing their heads and studying at their desks. They were extremely serious. No one talked, ate, and copied their homework.

He backed out and took a look at the signboard, making sure he was in the right place.

Is this hacked collectively?

Tai Mei changed seats and moved to the door, biting her hand while drawing the trajectory of charged particles in the magnetic field with a compass, when she heard someone coming in, she raised her head impatiently, but was suddenly stunned.

"Feng Xueba!"

Feng Zhou nodded to him, and was about to ask what they were doing, but he only yelled this way, then lowered his head to count the time.

I have never seen him love learning so much before.

And except for one Tai Mei, no one seemed to raise his head to greet him.

what happened?

Feng Zhou was a little confused.

He walked to his seat and looked forward, only to find two physics problems written on the blackboard.

Familiar flowing handwriting, beautiful pictures, and titles... are also first-class and difficult.

Standing behind, Feng Zhou thought of a solution in his mind, then frowned slightly——

Is this kind of difficult question really okay?

He wanted to ask Yu Shaochun for clarification, but no one came until the end of morning self-study.

The bell of the morning self-study was like a switch, and finally turned off the button on this group of people called "love learning".

Tang Qian turned his head and shook Feng Zhou's hand, crying bitterly: "Feng Xueba! Help!"

"what?"

"President Yu is crazy," Tai Mei ran over from the other side of the classroom, "We are in dire straits!"

Feng Zhou withdrew his hand from Tang Qian's, "Tell me what's wrong?"

Tang Qian tremblingly took the draft paper from his desk: "Since you were not here two weeks ago, Mr. Yu asked us to do the questions every morning, ranging from two questions to five questions at most, with a time limit of four to 10 minutes, and we can't finish it. There is a punishment."

One daily question was indeed stipulated by Feng Zhou, but the purpose was only to stabilize the overly lively temperament of this group of people, to settle down and cherish this "a day's plan lies in the morning". All points.

But he didn't expect Yu Shaochun to directly carry forward this rule, and it really became an exercise every morning.

Feng Zhou glanced at the title hastily: "Isn't there a group of people who can't finish this difficulty?"

"Of course there are quite a few people," Li Guohao approached and said, "so they are all punished."

"What punishment?"

Tai Mei sneered: "The cleaning aunts at the school are on strike. Mr. Yu has agreed with Lao Tan that every day after class, we will send ten people to clean the toilets in our class."

Feng Zhou's hand that turned the page paused: "Sweep the toilet?"

Tang Qian gritted his teeth: "Yes, those who haven't finished the questions will be assigned to clean the toilet!"

Feng Zhou suddenly realized.

It turned out that it was because he was fighting against the evil forces who wanted to clean the toilets, so he had no time to talk to him.

Yu Shaochun didn't know when he came, he stood behind Li Guohao and said, "You guys have big opinions on me."

Li Guohao was taken aback, and turned around: "No opinion, no opinion, I dare not have any opinion."

"Xiao Feng is not here, I am the school committee." He threw his schoolbag on the table and sat down, "What? Sue?"

Tang Qian looked at Feng Zhou with some hope: "Feng Xueba, since you're back, why don't we use this daily question——"

Feng Zhoufeng said lightly: "I think this activity is very good and should continue."

Several students who listened to their speech with their ears pricked up wailed in unison.

It is sad and shrill, and the sound is heard in the empty valley, and the sorrow will last for a long time.

Feng Zhou held back his laughter and said with a straight face: "Have you finished writing the questions and are you just chatting here? There are only a few days until the final exam and study hard."

At first, I thought that I had waited for a savior, but I didn't expect that the "savior" and the devil himself were in cahoots, colluded with each other, and worked hand in hand with each other.

Tang Qian was sad and indignant: "Feng Xueba, you have changed!"

"Xiao Feng was originally on my side," Yu Shaochun patted him on the shoulder with a grinning grin, "If you're not on my side, are you still on your side?"

Feng Zhou said softly, "But the question is still difficult."

Yu Shaochun put the language documents on the table, and stuffed him with a box of Yili QQ Stars like a magic trick: "I usually do difficult questions, and I think the questions are easy when I take the exam."

He sighed, and said worryingly: "I quietly went to Lao Tan's office to look at the age list of the monthly exam. At least a dozen people in our class slipped out of the top 100. It's dangerous."

Most of the people in the second class are of the same virtue as Yu Shaochun.

I don't study hard at ordinary times, relying on a clever head, a professional accountant before the exam, and a tenth-level patient who is lazy and fishes.

This leads to grades going up and down like a roller coaster.

Feng Zhou thought for a while, and felt that what he said made sense, so he changed the topic: "What about you?"

"What am I?"

"Your English," Feng Zhou said, taking out an exercise book for him. "Do this when you have nothing to do. I read it. The questions on it are very good. Three pages a day, I will check after I finish."

Yu Shaochun looked at the Sanwu English exercise book with a big coconut tree printed on the orange peel, and felt strangely familiar.

"Can I not do it?"

Feng Zhou said coldly, "No."

"Is two pages a day okay? Three pages will kill you."

"Four pages."

Tang Qian, who sat in the front and eavesdropped on Yu Shaochun's bargaining, held back his internal injury from laughing, turned his head quietly, and gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Yu, this is called one thing for one thing, do you understand? Retribution!"

Yu Shaochun gritted his teeth, reached out and slapped him hard on the back: "Get lost, learn from you."

It is true that some ungentle methods were used to urge everyone to study hard, and the pressure from all sides suddenly increased, so it is also true that everyone calmed down to study.

The teachers of almost every subject would say one sentence during class: "The seniors have already left, you are the new seniors, you have to hurry up."

What is imminent is the second placement final exam next month, and in the long run, the college entrance examination will be a year later.

One year later, it seems far away, but it is not far away at all. Counting the days is like playing. Twelve months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Feng Zhou didn't sleep at noon, he wrote multiple-choice questions on biology with a pen in one hand, and the other hand was hanging under the table, being led by Yu Shaochun.

He wrote two questions, and suddenly heard a commotion in the class next door.

After these days of torment, the second group was almost forced into a state of being empty-handed, eating and studying every day, and even chatting could not do without trigonometric functions, Pythagorean theorem, conic section, or Lenz's law of universal gravitation, thermochemical equations.

That is called learning with life.

A few people in white clothes hurried past the door, and only a few looked up, and then lowered their heads to tangle with the questions on the paper.

I don't hear what's going on outside the window, and I only read the books of sages and sages.

It was not until the afternoon that anyone began to gossip about the incident at noon.

Tai Mei originally came to ask for advice on a math problem, but she stayed in the seat in front of her after the consultation: "Do you know? Someone in class one fainted at noon."

Feng Zhou thought of the white coat he saw earlier, and he understood: "Who fainted?"

"The altar."

"Who is Ma Tan?"

Tai Mei's eyes widened: "Ma Tan, don't you know?"

Feng Zhou thought about it seriously and shook his head.

"Ma Tan is the third grader," Tai Mei said, "It's not much different from Mr. Yu, that little glasses, very short, full of pimples, don't you have an impression?"

Feng Zhou thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "I usually can't remember the people behind me."

Tai Mei choked on him: "What about Mr. Yu? Why do you remember Mr. Yu?"

"He," Feng Zhou said with a smile on his face, "it's too annoying, so remember it."

Tai Mei was silent.

Tai Mei frowned.

Tai Mei burst into tears in her heart.

"Then why did he faint?"

Tai Mei laughed dryly: "I heard that it's due to irregular work and rest and not eating well, hypoglycemia. I woke up again when I was about to be carried out. No matter what, I didn't go home to rest. Now I'm still writing math in the classroom with my glucose on. Woolen cloth."

Feng Zhou raised his eyebrows: "So desperate?"

"Yeah," Tang Qian interjected, "He heard that you took two weeks off, maybe it's because you want to be number one."

Yu Shaochun came in through the back door with a note: "What are you talking about?"

Now when Tai Mei sees him, she thinks of God's daily question, and immediately gets up and leaves without procrastinating.

Feng Zhou turned his pen to watch him pack up his things: "Where are you going in the afternoon?"

"Go to the game."

"Better than what?"

"English."

The pen slid from the fingertips to the table and rolled to the floor, head down, honorably killed.

He frowned and asked with difficulty, "English?"

"That's right," Yu Shaochun threw his schoolbag behind him, "English."

Feng Zhou swallowed back the doubt, nodded: "Come on."

"Wait until I get you a national award, Mr. Ha Xiaofeng."

Because his tone was too confident, Feng Zhou almost believed him.

Yu Shaochun went out with his schoolbag on his back, just in time to ring the bell for class.Feng Zhou lowered his head and took out his notebook, thinking about memorizing the knowledge points. When he looked up, he saw the person who had gone out came back through the back door.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zhou asked him, "Did you forget something?"

Yu Shaochun nodded, and leaned down from in front of him to look for something in the table hole.

Just as Feng Zhou wanted to tell him a few more words, he saw this man raised his head furtively, and kissed him again with lightning speed.

Then he sauntered out, with empty hands and nothing.

Tang Qian turned around and thought about the question: "Feng Xueba, why is your face so red?"

"It's okay," Feng Zhou coughed lightly, "What do you want to ask?"