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The war field turned from under the table to on the table, which seemed a bit too arrogant.

And in the classroom, no one gets more attention than the teacher.

So this kind of ending is probably the two of them standing in the corner of the back row of the classroom, one on the left and one on the right, holding a notebook and taking notes.

Learning people learn the soul, you should play and learn.

Don't listen to the classes that are not necessary, and never do small tricks in the classes that should be listened to.

Although the foundation is solid, in the final analysis, it still needs to be input later.

In short - the top three in the grade are not so easy.

The flag-raising ceremonies were basically on Mondays, and Lao Chen specially sent Zhu Yu a separate message the night before to remind him of tomorrow's speech.

At [-] o'clock on the weekend night, I wish editor Yu a good text message, and reply respectfully to the past, which eased Lao Chen's heart.

Then he took out the speech, sat down at the desk and opened the paper.

"Hi everyone, I'm from Class [-], Grade [-], Zhu Yu..."

He paused in a strange place, as if thinking about something, and then continued.

"The topic of my speech under the national flag today is "Song of Youth"..."

Most of the content of the speech was routine. Zhu Yu read a lot of templates on the Internet, kept some fragmented sentences in his mind, and then organized and modified them in his own language, and finally turned them into his speech.

Very shameless.

After reading it back and forth several times, Zhu Yu estimated that it was almost the same.

He picked up his phone and saw that Wang Ying posted a picture of spicy crayfish in their small group.

Pharaoh: It's delicious!

Zhu Yu stepped on the edge of the stool, hugged his knees and walked back.

Fish: When will you invite me to eat?I have time.

Master: +1

There are only four people in this small group, and I wish Yu Fu Cizhou King Xu Chen.

The four of them sat in a matt in the class, and further ahead were girls.

Lao Wang: The newly opened barbecue stall at the back door of the school only costs 98 per pot, rush?

Chenchen: I’m so poor recently, don’t call me for gatherings that cost more than five yuan #哭呵

Master: +10086

Zhu Yu raised his legs a little higher, this time directly onto the edge of the table.

Fish: Young master, is the treasury empty?

Young Master: Just changed to a switch, poor.

Old Versailles, Wang Ying and Xu Chen sent a series of "bah" in the group.

After they finished the lemons in their hearts, they finally leaned over and asked Fu Cizhou to bring them to play together.

Old licking the dog, Zhu Yu laughed while holding the phone.

When he finished laughing, the group fell silent.

Zhu Yu put down his phone and went out of the room to take a shower.

It was less than nine o'clock, and Zhu Qin hadn't returned home yet. The room was empty, and Zhu Yu didn't bother to turn on the lights.

After washing, he returned to the bedroom. The dark blackout curtains were not drawn tightly, exposing the edge of the window.

Only the desk lamp was on in the room, and the warm white light was a little faint at the window.

But Zhu Yu can still see a piece of green outside the window - it is a white orchid tree facing the window obliquely. After several months of growth, it can already stretch its branches and leaves outside the window.

Zhu Yu stood there and watched for a long time.

There used to be a big white orchid tree, which Wei Xia said was planted by Zhu Qin the year Zhu Yu was born.

Zhu Yu opened the curtains every morning and could see the emerald green until Wei Xia passed away.

The window was empty, the room was changed, Zhu Yu didn't even have time to react, everything was different.

The door opened in the living room, and Zhu Qin returned home half an hour earlier.

Zhu Yu went out of the room and called "Dad", and Zhu Qin waved him to sleep.

The door is closed, and the desk lamp is turned off.

Zhu Yu grasped the curtain with his fingers, and with just a light tug, everything outside the window could be covered.

But his fingers trembled, and after a while he opened the window and pushed aside the white orchid leaf.

In the early winter season, the temperature at night is not very high.

The cold wind blows in through the window crack, and is rushing into Zhu Yu's clothes through the sleeves.

Goosebumps crawled up his arms, and he quickly closed the window again.

However, this time it was not as smooth as the last time. Bailan's branches stretched out, and even if the leaves were pushed aside, they would come back when the wind blows.

That touch of green disappeared from Zhu Yu's sight for a moment, and then reappeared like a ghost.

Zhu Yu's breathing became a little heavier, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit, he opened the window again, trying to push away the branches and leaves.

It's just that Bailan's branches are too tender, Zhu Yu didn't control his strength well and broke the branches directly.

With a crisp "click", his movements froze in the air.

The branch fell to the ground, Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, then he closed the window in a panic.

"boom!"

The sound was so loud that Zhu Qin could hear it in the living room: "Xiao Yu?"

Zhu Yu pulled the curtains abruptly, strode to bed and wrapped herself in the quilt.

Soon, Zhu Qin knocked on his door: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Zhu Yu pressed his beating heart with his palm, "I'm asleep."

"Hello, I'm Zhu Yu from the elementary class of Mathematics Olympiad..."

"Hi everyone, I'm Zhu Yu from Nanhuai Primary School..."

"Hello, teachers and classmates, I am Zhu Yu from Class [-], Grade [-]..."

"Hello, judges, I am contestant No. 06, Zhu Yu..."

Zhu Yu who is milky, Zhu Yu who is a little taller, and Zhu Yu who has grown up.

They kept introducing themselves as if they were lined up.

Zhu Yu was taken by Wei Xia to various training classes and participated in countless competitions.

Every time he was pushed away from the eyes of everyone, he had to repeat the introduction of himself earnestly.

"Hi, I'm Zhu Yu."

"I'm Zhu Yu."

"Congratulations."

Excellent, polite and likable, I wish you well.

Fu Cizhou: "I wish...? It's you again!"

Wang Ying: "Zhu Yu, oh~ our grade is number one."

Old Chen: "Zhu Yu from our class won another award this time"

Chu Yao: "I like you, Zhu Yu."

"call--"

Zhu Yu suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the dream.

Cold sweat drenched his pajamas, and beads of sweat were all over his forehead and nose.

He stroked his bangs casually, bent his knees and buried his face in his palms.

Everything was messed up in my mind, and the first thing that jumped out was the speech I had memorized last night.

"Hi everyone, I'm Zhu Yu from Class [-], Grade [-]."

"The topic of my speech under the national flag today is "Song of Youth"..."

"Jingle Bell--"

The alarm clock rang at this moment, and Zhu Yu's train of thought was interrupted midway.

He breathed a long sigh of relief as if he had been awakened again, and took the mobile phone on the table to turn off the alarm clock.

Lifting the quilt off the bed, he looked at the dark curtains and hesitated for a moment to pull them open.

The Bailan outside the window was gone, not only the branches and leaves, but even the pots and trees.

Zhu Qin knocked on his room again: "Xiao Yu, get up."

Zhu Yu responded, "Here we are."

The Monday after the weekend is the flag-raising ceremony in charge of the sophomore group. They have to arrive at the school 10 minutes in advance to clean up and start preparations.

Zhu Yu was lying on the guardrail of the corridor, eating rice balls and reading the manuscript, a manuscript that had been plagued by disasters was crumpled by him.

He lowered his head and drooped his eyelids, and his spirit seemed to be not very good.

Wang Ying took a steamed stuffed bun and ate it beside Zhu Yu: "I remember that the speech can be left unfinished, right?"

"I'm familiar with it..." Zhu Yu mumbled while chewing on the rice.

Wang Ying watched it with him: "How long has it been, haven't you gotten familiar with it yet?"

Zhu Yu's mouth stopped moving, as if he was choked.

When Wang Ying lowered his head to look at him, he reacted like a ghost: "Ah...my memory is a bit bad recently..."

Not to mention Fu Cizhou this time, even Wang Ying noticed Zhu Yu's abnormality.

He frowned, and didn't even eat the buns. Before he could ask "what's the matter with you", Fu Cizhou acted like a ghost behind his back, and when he stretched his arms towards the two of them, he felt a crushing blow.

"Sons," Fu Cizhou patted Wang Ying's shoulder and rubbed Zhu Yu's head, "What are you doing here?"

"Father is eating." Wang Ying took a bite of the bun.

"Grandpa is reciting the manuscript." Zhu Yu murmured listlessly.

When Fu Cizhou came, the atmosphere became more active.

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren pushed each other and scolded their fathers and mothers. Finally, after the meal, everyone returned to the classroom.

Zhu Yu was wearing a thin hoodie and a school uniform jacket over it, with his arms open in the morning at the end of October, but it was actually a bit cold.

He walked back to his seat and sat down. First, he zipped up his jacket, then took out the regiment badge from his pocket, pressed the pin and poked it on his chest.

The sycamore trees outside the window are not as green as before, and the cicadas have completely disappeared without knowing it.

Music sounded on the radio, and monitor Xu Lei began to organize students to line up on the playground.

Zhu Yu's fingers were trembling a little, and he couldn't get the badge on after shaking several times.

The music in my ears seemed to be knotted and twisted into a rope, so I couldn't hear clearly.

The classmates walked out in twos and threes, and Fu Cizhou didn't know where he went.

Zhu Yu closed his eyes hard, and pressed the pin with his fingers.

This time it will work——

A tingling pain came from his fingertips, and Zhu Yu's brain seemed to wake up a lot.

He saw the bright red blood quickly overflowing from the pulp of his index finger, and he just stared blankly at it all the way across the tiger's mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Fu Cizhou suddenly took Zhu Yu's hand, and the drop of blood flew out because of the movement, dripping on the hem of the school uniform coat.

He quickly took out a tissue to wipe it off, but it didn't help.

There were bloodstains on the white school uniform, Zhu Yu looked at Fu Cizhou blankly, as if in a daze: "Fu Cizhou."

"Ah?" Fu Cizhou pressed the wound on Zhu Yu's finger with a tissue like an old woman, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yu's eyes were now darker than any other day, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were hollow, and the direction of his gaze was clearly his fingers, but the focal length couldn't be right.

Fu Cizhou felt strange, and rubbed Zhu Yu's hair with the other hand: "What's wrong? Tell me."

Zhu Yu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, but his eyes were red.

For some reason, Fu Cizhou's hand wiping Zhu Yu's fingers suddenly paused.

"What's the matter?"

My fingers hurt so much.

It used to hurt when it was pricked by a needle, but now it hurts even more when Fu Cizhou squeezed it hard.

Even if it hurts, I will always be asked "what's the matter" over and over again.

I couldn't bear it anymore, and I wanted to talk about what happened to me thoroughly.

"I do not want to go."

With a "click", a drop of warm water fell on the back of Fu Cizhou's hand.

Zhu Yu sniffed and repeated, "I don't want to give a speech."