immature

From the first day of the academic journal to the first day, the first impression you make is very important.

Ding Xuan probably didn't want to get involved with Bai Chrysanthemum, so he was waiting at the bus stop at the entrance of Huating Community with his schoolbag on his back.

So Xi Yan was not late, but started his brand new life as a madman.

No. [-] Middle School does not have the habit of dedicating a single day for reporting.

After the registration this morning, there will be the opening ceremony, book distribution in the afternoon, and then the class meeting.

The school has its own procedure for welcoming new students. The announcement of class placement information is very eye-catching, printed like a billboard, and placed on both sides of the main road from the main entrance of the school.

Twelve classes, six pictures on one side, one for each class, with the name of the head teacher, the great achievements since teaching, and a silly headshot on it.

Further down, it is the names of all the students in this class.

...sorted alphabetically by the beginning of the surname, regardless of the order of the senior high school entrance examination results.

The background is not plain, but a blurred corner of the campus. Twelve pictures and twelve sceneries are beautiful everywhere.

Fifth Middle School encourages students to register independently without their parents accompanying them. This will also reduce the population density in the school. After all, the three grades start together, and there are still classes in the morning for the second and third graders.

But Xi Yan and Ding Xuan were obviously not the group who worked hard to catch up early, and when they stepped on the spot to enter the door, they were late, and many people had already gathered around the shift notice board.

Ding Xuan's head suddenly became bigger.

I can't squeeze in just by looking at it.Ding Xuan hesitated, grasping the straps of his schoolbags on both shoulders with both hands. On the first day of high school, he was as confused as a primary school student: "You are taller than me. How is your vision? Can you see it?"

Without looking back, Xi Yan dragged him past the crowd without looking sideways, and headed straight for the teaching building.

"Huh? Huh?" Ding Xuan was dragged into a daze, and before he had time to see the guiding signs on the side of the road, he was already in front of the teaching building.

This teaching building is built in a ring, with an opening on the front and several steps built up. On the beam is a horizontal plaque with the four characters of "virtue, love, courtesy and wisdom" written vigorously and stretched.

Going up the steps, you can see that the place surrounded by buildings in the middle has been built into a small courtyard. In the middle is a small group of sculptures, all of which are busts of celebrities from past dynasties.

The gravel road is paved to the empty space, and the surrounding high and low trees and flowers are full of vitality.

Behind a tall sweet-scented osmanthus tree, there is also an independent staircase, which looks like it is suspended in the air.

Ding Xuan stared wide-eyed, looked at the small courtyard, turned around excitedly, looked at the rostrum of the playground that was almost directly facing the plaque on his head, and was startled: "Feng, Fengya... what is this... high school?" ...?"

Xi Yan thought to himself, it's high school, it's Immortal High School.

Not only is it elegant, but there is also a plaque in front of the third high-rise building at the back, which reads "Study is better than mountains", which is even more majestic.

Xi Yan smiled and couldn't help thinking about it.

Ding Xuan's reaction was exactly the same as when they "visited for the first time", except that he himself is much calmer now.

The Lizhi Building has six floors, with the main entrance as the front, and the upper floors on the front side are corridors. Standing on the corridors, you can have a panoramic view of the playground, gymnasium, small auditorium, and comprehensive building.

On the left and right sides are classrooms for grade one and grade two, with two on one side and four on the first floor, so the classrooms are very large and spacious.

The back side is the teacher's office of different teaching groups, and there are toilets and stairs at the end of the corridor on the classroom side.

This means that every time you go to the toilet, you may meet the dean, and the design is really dangerous.

Ding Xuan couldn't find the direction, so he subconsciously asked Xi Yan: "How do I get there?"

Xi Yan's tone was casual, but he said with certainty: "You are two, I am nine, you are on the first floor to the right, and I am on the third floor to the right."

The [-]st, [-]nd and [-]rd floors are the classrooms for senior one, and the senior two will move up to the fourth, fifth and sixth floors.

Ding Xuan was heartbroken: "It's about the farthest distance in the world, how can you cover me in the future!"

Xi Yan laughed, and patted Ding Xuan on the shoulder: "If you really miss me, you can raise your big head on the way to the bathroom, and then look up at the sky at 45 degrees - if I am standing at the door, maybe I can even wave at you Wave your hands. From now on on the first floor, please ask for blessings, and I will release you from where you are from today onwards."

Ding Xuan muttered and still didn't leave: "You didn't see it, you said that the second class is the second class, is it reliable..."

As soon as Ding Xuan finished speaking, a slightly overweight middle-aged man came out from the stairwell, with an armband with "Welcome to the New Year" written in white on a red background pinned to his arm.

Seeing Xi Yan and the two stuck in place, he walked over, with a serious face, but tried to put on a kind expression: "Can't find the way? Which class?"

Xi Yan held back his laughter, the armband he wore looked like a guide dog.

Ding Xuan was immediately nervous when he saw the teacher, but Xi Yan was of course very calm. He smiled and said, "I can find it. I'm leaving now. Thank you Director Wei."

Director Wei nodded with his hands behind his back: "Go quickly."

Director Wei left his words and headed towards Class [-].

Ding Xuan huddled beside Xi Yan and asked cautiously in a low voice: "Director? Why is his hair so thick? It seems that he only cares about people and doesn't care about teaching..."

Xi Yan also winked mischievously at the back of the director Wei An: "His name is Wei Bu, the grade director of our grade. He has no other hobbies in his life, but he likes to catch students who are late. If you are caught by him on the first day of school , then your future is really uncertain—it’s still too late to get out!"

Ding Xuan sprinted immediately, and while running, he didn't forget to turn his head and shout: "Are you someone in the school?! Which senior and sister gave you the information-don't let me go! From now on, you will be my Xibaba! "

Ding Xuan ran away without a trace, Xi Yan took a deep breath and sighed heavily.

He thought he would be uncomfortable.

But the moment he stepped into the campus in his blue and white school uniform, his mood was so comfortable and relaxed.

——This is a place he didn't cherish before.

Looking back now, it is also the place he misses the most in his life so far.

It was not too early, and many classrooms were almost full. Ding Xuan took the time to find the door of Class Two. The roster was pasted on the door panel thoughtfully. As expected, he found his name in the first few.

Ding Xuan was shocked: "Xi Baba has clairvoyance, right? With this supernatural power, it's no problem to copy the front row papers in the exam..."

The first class is in front of the second class.

Wei Bu, who was about to come in for an inspection, suddenly paused and scratched his head: "That boy, Director Wei's name is quite familiar..."

It seems that he is indeed still famous.

Stepping on the madman Xi Yan is leisurely climbing the stairs.

"...Class Nine," Xi Yan whispered to himself while crawling, "That day, I finally recalled the fear of being surrounded by the experimental class."

The third floor is Classes 150 to [-]. Except for Class [-] where Xi Yan is in, the remaining three are all experimental classes. The top [-] elite seeds in the senior high school entrance examination grade were randomly sown into three classrooms.

The fifth middle school is the city's key point, and together with the city's first and third middle schools, it represents the highest education level in the city.

What is the concept of the first hundred and fifty in the fifth middle school?

Probably putting them in the city-wide rankings would be able to squeeze into the top [-].

In other words, each of them is one of the top students in a hundred.

On the first day of school, the members of Class Nine still have carefree happiness and longing. From now on, everyone's study and life will become more and more like surviving in the cracks.

Especially during the time when the exam is approaching, the entire third floor is soaked in horrible conversations about "how many people are you?" In the adjacent classroom, he hugged his meager IQ and shivered.

To be on the safe side, when Xi Yan passed by the front door, he glanced at the roster posted on the door panel. His name, no matter in alphabetical order by surname or by grade, was usually left behind, so he could be seen at a glance.

Xi Yan raised his eyebrows happily, and ran to the back door from outside the classroom.

As he remembered back then, the place next to the back door against the wall was reserved for him.

On the first day of school, everyone didn't know each other well, and they were very reserved. They just found their favorite seats and sat down, and they kept quiet.

Xi Yan is an exception.

He was like a fish released into the ocean, he felt like he was finally back in his own territory, his whole body was slippery.

He sat in the last row and looked forward, as if he was sent by God to observe the world.

After all, he has no other plans for the time being, he just wants to go through the days he misses in detail.

Xi Yan put his hands in the large school uniform pockets, stepped on the horizontal bar under the desk with one foot, and carelessly tilted the stool.

The rising sun shines through the front window, covering the desk in full force, and then reflects into the warm eyes of the young man.

Xi Yan's eyes wandered around the classroom.

The fat boy in the middle of the classroom with a small patch of baldness on his head is the class monitor, Yan Jialang.

The ponytail in the third row is Yan Yue, the deputy class monitor, and together with the class monitor, he was given the nickname Yan, the eldest and younger class of Class Nine.

At the front desk is a carefree girl named Lu Yaoyao.

The short-haired girl at her table is the party branch secretary, named Chen Xing, and only dares to talk to Xi Yan when the tour fee is collected.

On the left side across the aisle, a boy wearing glasses is a bit dull, he looks like a nerd, but he is a hidden master of painting and can write good handwriting. He is the propaganda committee member of the class, named Ni Wenrui.

There was also the ADHD patient who was still panting when he just walked in the door. He was the sports committee member and his deskmate. He almost bumped into his classmate. His name was Li Wenrui.

Everyone was almost "ten years younger" than him.

Whoever he looked at was kind.

...Looking at them one by one, Xi Yan can't remember many people clearly.

One is because it has been too long, he has met too many people after high school, and many faces have faded with the passage of time.

The second is because, as a scumbag who almost became the shame of the fifth middle school, he really didn't spend much time on the "class collective".

Not everyone dares to get close to him.

He also has regular playmates, plus him, five people, nicknamed the Five Heroes.

...In short, the year was so muddled.

Now Xi Yan seldom has the time to calm down and think, if God hadn't rewarded him with thunder and sent him back, then most of the people in this classroom would spend a total of six years with him——

Those were the best times of my life.

A person can only live a dozen or six years at most in a lifetime, and it seems to have been fast-forwarded from beginning to end.

Thinking about it this way, the days that God gave for nothing are even more worth cherishing.

Xi Yan raised his chin, and smiled politely at Li Wenrui who was about to walk beside him: "Hi, at the same table."

Li Wenrui came too late, there was only one empty seat left.

As soon as he walked over, he was blinded by the handsome young man who was bathing in the sun by the door.

He was flattered and put the schoolbag on the empty seat: "Then, then I'm not welcome... My name is Li Wenrui, you, have you eaten yet?"

Hearing the phrase "you", Xi Yan almost didn't feel that the other party was mocking him, so he could see a shy smile on Li Wenrui's face in the first two days of school.

Xi Yan cherished it very much in his heart, and kindly opened the bench for him: "Eat, don't be nervous, just treat it as your own home, ah."

Li Wenrui: "..."

Li Wenrui secretly decided that if the composition title for the first Chinese class of the new semester was "My Deskmate", then he must add the word "kind and amiable" to the length of the essay.

Their head teacher had already arrived, holding a pile of materials, talking to the head teacher of Class [-] next door at the door.

Taking the opportunity, Xi Yan took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket, leaned against the belly of the table, and opened WeChat to take a look.

Next to the avatar of the contact whose remark is the single word "Zhong", there are always transfer reminders.

When I went back yesterday, Xi Yan didn't know which character the other party's name was, and was afraid of making a mistake, and his terrible input method, after he continuously input "zhongqin", the only side entry popped up...

It turned out to be "love".

Xi Yan clicked his tongue to express the romantic feelings of the other party's parents, and at the same time deleted the word after "Zhong".

Xi Yan looked down at the phone.

Judging from this posture, if WeChat has launched a refund function, maybe the other party has refunded him by now.

Xi Yan thought for a while, then typed a line like a wolf with a big tail:

"Brother, I'll take it for you, don't be shy"

Not long after, Zhong Qin actually replied:

"My dog, I give money"

Xi Yan did not give up:

"You have so many dogs, just treat it as a subsidy"

Zhong Qin replied calmly:

"Money is enough"

Xi Yan: "..."

It's true to say so, but it's just a dog, so there's no need to take this kind of bossy route.

Just how old is it?

This Xi Yan was staring at his thigh with straight eyes, and the head teacher had already stood on the podium.

The homeroom teacher is a small girl, less than [-] years old, she looks even smaller, with a neat high ponytail, and a red pimple between her eyebrows. It is estimated that she has been anxious about the start of school recently.

The head teacher Jiang Shui's voice was clear, and Xi Yanzheng felt a little nostalgic, so he heard her say:

"On the first day of school, the first thing I want to emphasize to everyone is that mobile phones are not allowed at any time and anywhere in the school. If caught, they will be confiscated, and they will be returned after the college entrance examination."

Xi Yan: "..."

Li Wenrui saw his handsome deskmate silently throwing the phone into the belly of the table.

He made a calculation and paid it back after the college entrance examination.

Well, just over 1000 days.