Back in high school, I attacked my rival

In the final exam of the first semester of the second year of high school, the No. [-] candidate in the second examination room of liberal arts once again surprised Nangao with perfect scores in mathematics and English, occupying Nangao's gold list.At the teaching and research meeting, the student's grades were repeatedly analyzed by the teachers, and Tsinghua University tomorrow seemed to be right in front of them.

Leaders at all levels began to pay attention to liberal arts, and they basically didn't care much about them on weekdays. Even if Zhao Deyou led the class this semester, there was no splash at first, especially after the only hopeful Chen Junhe left, liberal arts was even more neglected. The head teacher of the school also often sits on the bench and is scolded, saying that he is wishful thinking, there is no hope for the liberal arts, and he does not wait for the science class, and he insists on bringing the school's best teachers to the liberal arts class.

Criticized as the most wrong decision in history, the school decided to withdraw the teachers of the liberal arts innovation class in the second year of senior high school.

But at this moment, a dark horse that was thought to have long since fallen out of the liberal arts class of the second year of high school came out, and brought a group of small dark horses with it.

After Zhao Deyou opened his mouth that day, he never closed it. His heavy body looked light and light, and he walked with wind, and he never forgot to show off wherever he went. Under his leadership, the average math score of Class Nine rose from 83 to 98.

Almost everyone improved by more than ten points.

In the past six months, there have also been troughs. The first time he took over, the average score was 67 points. That time Chen Junhe scored 0 points in the test, and there were two single-digit tests, the highest was 103.

That Waterloo deeply frustrated his teaching heart that had been proud for decades.

How could there be such poor students in this world who could score well in mathematics? He used to laugh at those mathematics teachers who taught parallel classes. There are no students who can't teach well, only teachers who can't teach.

After taking it, I clearly realized the unevenness in this world.

But after careful understanding, in fact, the students in class nine have high emotional intelligence and extremely flexible brains, but they just don't use them on the right path. If they want to guide them, the process can be described as arduous and long.

Fortunately, he survived, but that sentence has to be changed. There are no students who can't teach well, only students who don't want to learn.

In the second month after Chen Junhe moved away, Li Zhuo also changed classes, taking Wu Yue's underachievers to the physical education class.The style of study in Class Nine immediately improved by ten degrees. There was no need for a teacher to supervise the class.

As 2016 is approaching, when we bid farewell to the old and usher in the new, we have fought a beautiful turnaround, and we have avenged our shame.

文科班总分600以上的迎来了历史No.1。500分以上达到40人，倒数第一也有487，二本线以上。

The undergraduate rate is 100%, and the undergraduate rate is [-]%.A scene of prosperity.It will only get stronger in the future.

"Son, the teacher sent you your grades." Zhou Aoqing didn't forget to tear off the mask on his face after seeing the dense numbers on the phone, and rushed into Jie Qingyang's room from the bedroom regardless of his appearance, "Son! Oh my god, you you you you Get up, did I misread, this, this" is the fourth day of winter vacation at ten past seven in the morning, Jie Qingyang has finished memorizing politics, and is about to do math problems to practice his hands.

Hearing Zhou Aoqing's excited screams, the hand holding the book trembled.

"Son, you're up, come here quickly, take a look," it's all over, Jie Qingyang glanced reluctantly, and said lightly: "Look, Mom," "Why are you not happy at all, You passed the No.1 exam."

"Not good enough, I still failed in politics. It's too bad!" Jie Qingyang picked up mathematics, put it down again, and continued to take politics.Politics has now become the only mountain he has not conquered, and he is memorizing and understanding it. It is not as interesting as other subjects, and it takes a lot less time to learn, which should not be the case.

"Let me take a look at politics," Zhou Aoqing checked again, "59 points, I'm lagging behind. But the others are very good, take a look, math, English full marks, Chinese 129, history 70, geography 78, more than 600 points, you guys Old Zhao said, if you persevere, you will be able to get into Tsinghua University."

Jie Qingyang bowed his head and read the political question silently, and incidentally replied: "Not stable, this time the question is simple, so the score is high." Seeing him like this, Zhou Aoqing put away the phone, "It seems to be a different person."

During the few days of vacation, Jie Qingyang didn’t go anywhere, he got up in the morning to exercise on time, and then he studied, studied, as if he had never read a book in eight lifetimes, he was hungry and thirsty.One after another, some time ago, it was like suffering from ADHD. I liked to run outside, but I didn’t like to study. I also boasted that I didn’t study. I was building bricks and tiles for the family. Going to school was like going to a grave. Now it’s the other way around. not come out.

It makes people love and worry at the same time, whether they will get sick.

"Mom, can I make a small request?" Jie Qingyang looked at Zhou Aoqing with serious eyes, hesitating.

Zhou Aoqing felt sorry for his low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and stroked Qingyang's soft hair: "It doesn't matter how many you have."

"Can you give me some money and let me go out for a few days."

"What do you want to do?" Zhou Aoqing became alert.

"Take a breath. I feel stuffy," Jie Qingyang sighed, not sure his mother would agree to this ridiculous request.

"What's the matter with you? Is there something on your mind?" Zhou Aoqing panicked when he saw his increasingly pitiful appearance.

"I miss my friend. He is the only person in my class who can talk, but he suddenly turned away. I feel very uncomfortable. Mom, I don't know how to describe it." Jie Qingyang's eyes were red, and the two The change of a month made him feel a little dazed and empty.

For Chen Junhe's departure, Li Zhuo blamed him for not saying it in advance, and transferred with resentment, anger and regret.

He felt lonely, helpless, and at a loss from the inside out. Maybe he made a wrong judgment and made a mistake.

But where did I go wrong.He respects every friend's decision and cherishes the time he spends with them.

He wanted to treat these departures like children, and it might feel better, but for the past few months of being together day and night, the friendship between classmates has sprouted and grown in his heart, and it has a place in his heart. It is a lie to say that it is not uncomfortable.

When you meet on campus, you can't smile or say hello, and you look like strangers.He knew that Li Zhuo valued Chen Junhe the most, but he didn't expect that he valued Chen Junhe so much that he could turn against anyone. He used to say that Chen Junhe was ruthless and indifferent, but now he found that Li Zhuo was the one.He couldn't judge whether Li Zhuo liked Chen Junhe, lacking an opportunity to ask, it was even more difficult now, maybe as he himself said, he was just a friend, just a friend, why bother to make things difficult for him, a friend who met like an enemy.

It's not that he forced the elementary school bully away.

"Don't be sad, don't be sad, where is his home? Is it far away?" Look at him." Jie Qingyang begged, with sadness in his eyes and face, after holding back for several months, he finally couldn't sit still.

Zhou Aoqing patted his head lovingly, "When will I go?" "I want to go today, Mom, I will be back before the Chinese New Year."

"Are you in such a hurry?" "Go early and come back early," Jie Qingyang hugged Zhou Aoqing and rubbed against each other, "Mom, you are so kind."

Zhou Aoqing smiled, "Don't hold back anything in the future, I won't fail to understand you, I've always supported you, Xiaoyang, I'll cook for you, and leave after dinner, okay?"

"Enn, listen to you."

After lunch, Zhou Aoqing helped him pack his luggage. Jie Qingyang didn't want to bring too much, so he brought a few changes of underwear and toiletries, wrapped up his scarf, and took a taxi to the train station.

Zhou Aoqing no longer concealed it, gave him 2000 yuan, and didn't say much about the rest.

At that moment, the mother and child were connected, and when they felt each other's sadness, they didn't want to cause unnecessary burden to their son.

After a few words of advice, he let him go.

Jie Qingyang brought a book "When the Prayer Ends" by Keigo Higashino as a gift from Chen Junhe. The story is always so simple and simple at the beginning, but at the same time it is complicated and confusing.He was sitting by the window, wearing earphones, devoting himself to watching with relish.

Suddenly his arm was touched, Jie Qingyang frightened, and quickly unplugged the earphones, "What's wrong?"

"Close the curtains, I want to sleep, it's too bright, I can't sleep. And your arm is too far, it's hindering me!" The man next to him frowned, and after finishing speaking displeasedly, he continued to mutter that the school is not Study hard, what to pack in the car.

Jie Qingyang raised his head and glanced at his seatmate. If it wasn't for the male voice, this attire would easily cause misunderstandings. Wine red slightly curly long hair, exquisite European-style makeup, especially the bright red lips, slender and beautiful figure outlined With graceful lines, there is a kind of ostentation when you move it, but it is not kitsch, because this face looks expensive and impatient.

Men can also use this adjective.The key is that there are many magazines of this type, but who dares to do so in reality?

"What are you looking at?" The fashionable man was very displeased with his overly straightforward eyes.

"You're good-looking, why don't you let me see it?" Jie Qingyang confidently concealed his gaffe, he had never seen such a beautiful man before, and he was fascinated by it.

"Pfft——" the fashionable man couldn't help laughing, "Little boy, you're quite appreciative." Jie Qingyang raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but look twice, still feeling very beautiful, with feminine beauty But it still retains the man's wildness and bloodiness, and gains a new cognitive and visual experience. I have to sigh, "It's really beautiful."

Apparently the fashionable man was very useful, with peach blossom eyes and a smile like a moon, the initial unhappiness was gone, he pinched Jie Qingyang's face, "Little brother is so good at talking, brother likes it very much."

Jie Qingyang blushed, this man was born flirtatious and beautiful, but it's a pity that he has a long mouth, and he can't do anything with his hands when he speaks.

"Is my little brother alone?" "Well," Jie Qingyang closed the book, and it was not easy to meet new and interesting companions during the journey, "My name is Jie Qingyang, who rises from the pole, clear, clear, ocean-like, beautiful brother ,And you?"

"Tsk, are the kids so bold now? Going out alone, and even taking the initiative to hook up with handsome guys. Seeing that you are so handsome, brother, tell you my name, my name is Yan Yun, not Yan Zi's Yan, that surname is too vulgar , I am the Yan who laughs at Yan Yan, and Yun is the Yun of the poet Wen Tingyun. I have a level."

Jie Qingyang nodded, "Brother Yanyun, are you going to Beijing too?"

"I'm different from you. I went to Beijing not to play, but to work." "I don't go home after the Chinese New Year, do the opposite? What do you do?"

Yan Yun was playing with her hair, her long and distinct fingers were moving through the strands of wine-red light, the strong contrast between the red and white colors was dazzling, "The resident singer in the bar, I have my own band. Brother Jie, let's go see?"

"Okay, I didn't expect to know a singer," Jie Qingyang exaggeratedly expressed his surprise, but he was really excited, so he had another entertainment.

The two started chatting all over the world. Unknowingly, Jie Qingyang put aside his identity as a high school student for the first time, and talked about many things that he had involved in, no longer caring about it, and talked freely.It didn't take long before Yan Yun, who was a few years older than himself, admired him. He couldn't use the attitude he had at the beginning. He felt that the teenager in front of him was more knowledgeable, stable, mature, and thoughtful than many people he knew. Up.

"Brother Jie, you even know how to brew red wine, yes, you are too good." Yan Yun praised, "You let me hear so much knowledge, how can I repay you?" He tapped his fingers methodically one by one. Lifting Qingyang's shoulders, he grinned and moved his head closer, "Why don't you let me promise you with your body, I haven't tried high school students yet, you are too good for me!"

"..." Is this another homosexual?Jie Qingyang was a bit depressed, why did he get on the rainbow circle recently, why didn't he meet any of them in his previous life.Weird.

Yan Yun continued to confuse him, "I won't be at a disadvantage with you. You are so handsome, you should have a girlfriend at school, have you slept with him?"

Jie Qingyang pushed his hand away from his shoulder, "We just met, it's too much to talk about."

Yan Yun propped his chin, and looked at this young man who satisfied him in every aspect of his body from multiple angles, "Just kidding, how could I destroy the flowers of the motherland. Brother Jie is so cute and brave, I am not intimidated by this. "

"Homosexuality is not scary."

Yan Yun raised her eyebrows, her expression changed slightly, and she became even more interesting, "Is this three words written on my face?"

"That's not it."

"That's the same kind of people, only the same kind can smell the same kind."

"Impossible." Jie Qingyang vetoed subconsciously, "I just have a friend who is gay, so I naturally know something about it."

"A normal friend, or a boyfriend?" Yan Yun licked his lips, with an ambiguous smile on his lips. In his heart, Jie Qingyang was already the person in his bed.

"Good friends, and," Teacher?He didn't say it, which is weird.

"Anything else?" Yan Yun seized his momentary loss of focus, and moved her head closer, "Is it someone you like, I'm sorry to say it."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jie Qingyang suppressed his smile and pushed his head away, "High school students are not so open now."

"I thought so too at first," Yan Yun sat on the seat, fiddling with Jie Qingyang's scarf, "but after I met you, I didn't think so, you refreshed my inherent impression of high school students .”

"You have also refreshed my inherent impression of men." Jie Qingyang replied bluntly.

"Am I more beautiful, refined, and elegant than ordinary men? Those bad guys are not worth looking at. Is there anything more beautiful about me that you want to look at?"

Jie Qingyang turned a deaf ear, turned around, and asked in a low voice, "Are you 0?" He really couldn't restrain his inner curiosity. When he was a primary school bully in the past, he considered the other party's reserve and face, so he couldn't ask some questions. But the person in front of him is enthusiastic and unrestrained, and he probably answers beyond the scope of what he asks.

"Why do you ask such a question? Did we collide?"

"I don't even have a number, what the hell."

Yan Yun looked at the youthful face that was close at hand, as if possessed, leaned over to hold Jie Qingyang's lips, and quickly swept around his lips, Jie Qingyang backed away in shock, his head thumping. He slammed into the window glass, he touched his still warm mouth, "You must be sick!"

There was too much movement, causing people in the front, back, left and right to look at this side.

Yan Yun wasn't ashamed or embarrassed at all, and even licked her, "If I'm sick, you're not taking it lightly. If I'm right, you're gay too, but you're just a poor little girl who doesn't know her sexual orientation yet. "

He was so angry, but considering all the occasions, he lowered his voice: "You are really the most shameless gay I know."

Chen Junhe is both excellent in character and learning, reserved and introverted; He Zhixiu is knowledgeable, gentle and elegant; in Song Dynasty, he was infatuated and single-minded, and was unknown.

Just this one, shameless.

"How can you say that about me? It was just a kiss, did you do anything too much, in case I rape you here now," Jie Qingyang was so irritated by the bottomless words of the other party, his head turned Once he met such a person, he got up and said, "Shut up! I'll change my seat." He would rather stand than sit with this dissolute person.

Yan Yun laughed loudly, and took his hand, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I finally met someone who is compatible, sit down, I really won't do anything to you, this is a society ruled by law, you Look at you, you are calm and mature in other aspects, why are you so serious. But when you touch your lower lip, you have such a big reaction, you really are a young virgin."

Jie Qingyang sat back dubiously, and did not speak to him again.If you don’t believe me, I made a big fuss. The other party’s dazzling eyes are like a leopard’s staring at his favorite food. I can’t bear it. This is his first kiss with the same sex. Left hand touches right hand.He wiped his mouth irritably, the journey was not pleasant before it started.

But the culprit has nothing to do, and he closed his eyes and squinted comfortably.

Slowly, the anger in his heart dissipated. The trees and houses whizzing by outside the window changed rapidly in the blink of an eye. After admiring it for a while, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhou Aoqing, and opened the contact list again, wanting to call Call He Zhixiu.

But he was afraid of disturbing him. It wasn't that he hadn't contacted him, but that when he got through the phone, the other party was either busy or couldn't get through. Applying for an excellent thesis for graduates requires more thought than others.

He Zhixiu's excellence can only be truly felt after getting along with him, so he couldn't figure out that He Zhixiu would go to Nangao, thousands of miles away, for his graduation internship.He himself did not answer directly. At first, he guessed that He Zhixiu wanted to teach with Teacher Xu, but later found that He Zhixiu's future career plan did not include teaching, and his major was not suitable.So what is the significance of coming to Nangao.

But gold will shine wherever it is, and it will shine with the people around it. As long as you think about it, your heart will be warm.

When you are born again, you will be confused and confused. To put it nicely, you know your destiny, and at worst, you are depraved and lazy, chasing your wife with all your heart, beating your boss and beating your teacher, taking the lead and not studying, and being rebellious.Now that I think about it, I am ashamed. If I continue to develop like that, I still fail to live again, and I am still sorry for my parents.

I understand that people grow up not because of their age, but because of their psychology.Some people live to be 30 or 50 years old and still don't understand, like him.

He often thought, in the case of Chen Junhe and Li Zhuo, if it was He Zhixiu, how would he handle it?At the beginning, he reminded himself to help Chen Junhe speak out, but he was hesitant, always feeling that there was no good opportunity to miss it again and again.He said it would be better than what Chen Junhe said.

He was bored when he thought of this matter, like a big stone pressing on his heart, he was so dull that he couldn't breathe.Even if Li Zhuo doesn't transfer classes, he is too embarrassed to face it. He respects Chen Junhe's decision, but ignores the real feelings of the two of them. Maybe the primary school bully needs Li Zhuo's retention.

After all, they didn't even say goodbye.

When Jie Qingyang was deep in thought, the phone rang.It was not he who responded first, but Yan Yun, "It's so noisy, do you want to answer it, or not, I'll help you."

After speaking, he was really going to touch Qing Yang's cell phone.

"Go away." Jie Qingyang grabbed the phone, didn't even look at it, and immediately picked it up, "Hey," Yan Yun said, "So fierce! It's not cute at all."

"Jie Qingyang," the familiar and pleasant voice immediately exploded a ball of flowers in his ears, hitting the bottom of his heart, Jie Qingyang was so excited that the corners of his mouth rose to the back of his head, "Mr. He, why did you call me?"

"Ask, how did you do in the final exam?"

"Not very good." Jie Qingyang suppressed his excitement and said solemnly.

"...Tell me specifically." He Zhixiu's tone was slightly low.

"Mr. He, don't sigh. I think it's still far from your standard, but it's actually pretty good. The total score is 636, and I failed in politics."

"How much math?"

"150, hehe." Jie Qingyang still wanted to get the compliment from He Zhixiu.

"Well, for being so powerful, I should give you some rewards. Tell me, what do you want?"

Jie Qingyang's hand holding the phone was trembling with excitement, "Can I do anything?"

"...I can do it."

"You can definitely do it." He took a deep breath and whispered, "Teacher He, I want to see you."

"..."

The other party suddenly fell silent, which made him panic, secretly annoyed that he didn't know what was good and what was wrong, why did he mention this at this juncture, which made Teacher He unhappy, and finally made a phone call, Jie Qingyang was filled with regret.

"Mr. He, I'll change it. It wasn't real just now, alas," He Zhixiu said, "Well, I understand what you mean, it's impossible today, and there are tickets tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, let's meet."

Now Jie Qingyang was surprised and silent, but He Zhixiu agreed to his request with a bright and pleasant voice, so dazed that he thought the other party said 'let's go on a date'.

"He, Mr. He," he tied his tongue in disobedience, "You...you don't want to buy a ticket," "Huh?"

"I'm on my way to see you."