With You

(No.273—No.278)

No.273

The first year of high school is off, and the third year of high school is graduated. Only our second year of high school is still wandering in this slightly empty building.

The summer vacation of less than two months was deducted for one month to make up lessons. In the last month to learn the new curriculum, as soon as the third year of high school officially starts, we will all enter the first round of review.

In the sweltering summer, the three ceiling fans in the classroom turned together and turned into three hot hair dryers, which could not relieve people's irritability. There are several pots of water on the floor of the classroom. The teacher said that this cooling is probably also a psychological effect.

But in simple terms it really cools down. Because she would often stand up dizzy and splash herself with one foot over the basin.

Every time at this time, a few of us would laugh, laugh and laugh, β and my eyes would become particularly dim.

Simplicity Now I only sleep for four hours a day, and all the time is spent on learning. When I can't hold myself to fall asleep in class, I still hold a pen tightly in my hand.

And Han Xu just sat motionless and read, just like Bei Lin sitting behind him, as if everything around him had nothing to do with them.

I stared at the two people who were as quiet as two Buddhas.

Yu Huai, who was busy doing the competition exercises, couldn't help but stretched out his hand and patted me gently, saying, "Geng, don't look."

No.274

Bei Lin was transferred to our class when the second year of high school just started.

After the division of arts and sciences, Class 3 and Class 7 were ruthlessly dismantled by the school. The class numbers and classrooms were all vacated. The students who chose the texts moved in collectively, thus forming two new liberal arts classes. The students in Class 3 and Class 7 who originally studied science were evenly allocated to other classes.

Of course, "other classes" do not include "Noble Class One" and "Noble Class Two", two rivals that can even fight in basketball leagues.

Bei Lin and three other classmates were transferred to Class 5 at this time.

She wears a pair of glasses, looks fair and quiet, but has very short hair cut; because she is a little taller, she was placed in the last row by Zhang Ping, just sitting behind Han Xu. β has always been interested in new classmates, her own nickname is also called β, so she wanted to make friends with Bei Lin, and come to a new "Bai's sister flower" that could enter Shanghai Beach Paramount in the 1930s. Combination or something.

However, Bei Lin ignored anyone.

Zhu Yao, who is also a learning fanatic, is just very hardworking. Although she avoids cleaning and cares about grades in order to save study time, she is still a 17-year-old girl who likes to join in the fun. After the "12. Will go back and chat with me for a few days. When Yu Huai was away, she was also willing to teach me two exercises-anyway, I would never be better than her in any subject in my life.

But Bei Lin really ignores anyone.

She shocked us at the first midterm exam. Bei Lin defeated Han Xu with a three-point advantage and became the new leader in Class 5.

She is like a robot, no matter how enthusiastically Beta strikes up a conversation, Bei Lin just smiles back.

At that time, Jian Jian suddenly asked us during small talk: "Do you think Bei Lin looks like the female version of Han Xu?"

β often laughed and said: "Simple, you are finally willing to admit that Han Xu is a facial paralysis."

Simply, I am embarrassed to say: "In fact, Bei Lin is not that cold, and sometimes he will say a few words."

Me and β didn't care. No one paid much attention to Bei Lin, except Han Xu and Zhu Yao. Zhu Yao's curiosity happened reasonable and reasonable-she was not very jealous, she was not the first one, but she wanted to know how Bei Lin maintained such a high score in Chinese.

Even the famous literary young women in the class, the Chinese scores inevitably fluctuate within a certain range, and Bei Lin's Chinese scores are always around 135, which has never fluctuated more than three points.

And Han Xu's curiosity about Bei Lin, no one noticed at first.

No.275

The first class in the afternoon is Chinese.

Yu Huai's language performance has been half-dead, which seriously drags him back. Although the Chinese performance of Sheng Huainan God whom he admired is not good, it is only relative to other achievements.

I seriously suspect that Yu Huai's insensitivity to emotions has affected the selection of articles in which he figured out Chinese reading and comprehension, causing him to always give outrageous answers.

Of course the basic knowledge is also very poor.

For example, in ancient Chinese reading questions, asking what does "vegetarian" mean, his answer is actually non-carnivorous mushrooms.

It is said that this is the answer that he wrote carefully after he lost another alternative in his mind, "the plain mushroom without fancy".

However, Yu Huai is still the top three of our five classes. Old teachers like Mrs. Zhang who are about to become perfect, the most annoying is such students. The excellent results in other subjects have proved Yu Huai's ability, and the subject of Chinese reflects his attitude. She deeply believes that as long as Yu Huai allocates one-third of his energy for studying science, he will definitely be able to improve his Chinese performance.

However, Yu Huai was able to do as he pleased every time.

Of course I know why. The last semester of high school, the last national physics league is about to begin. Yu Huai is more serious and nervous than ever before. Before the summer vacation, he devoted himself to the competition and summer camp training. Now he is working on the questions every second. How can he take seriously the snow-film-like language papers issued by Mrs. Zhang.

He just pretends to be obedient, and Mrs. Zhang still feels that Yu Huai is really lacking in liberal arts. However, Yu Huai vented all his dissatisfaction about being criticized by Mrs. Zhang on the paper.

As soon as the class bell rang, Mrs. Zhang walked into the classroom holding a large stack of papers. After the representative of the Chinese class finished the papers, Mrs. Zhang asked from the podium, "Who else hasn't got the papers?"

Yu Huai was burying his head in the calculation, his brows were twisted, and he didn't hear it at all.

"I'm asking who doesn't have a paper yet?!" Mrs. Zhang patted the podium table severely.

I pushed Yu Huai with my elbow, and he raised his hand like a dream, "I! Teacher, I don't have papers."

Mrs. Zhang sneered and said, "Come up and get it yourself."

Yu Huai pushed the chair back and stood up and walked to the podium. Mrs. Zhang fiercely photographed the paper that she had held in her hands just now on the table.

"Pick it up, read it to everyone, the penultimate ability question, how did you write it."

I quickly turned the paper to the last page to see the penultimate ability question.

That is a parody fill-in-the-blank question:

"If I were the sun, I would warm the land;

If I were spring water, I would nourish a desert:

If I were a green tree, I would shelter a flock of birds;

If I am Qingfeng, _____________. "

This question is nothing.

But the answer that Yu Huai read out loud was:

"I must kill my heart."

No.276

Yu Huai stopped most of the class outside the door.

Since I entered high school, I have never seen such a thing as a penalty stop. Zhenhua’s teachers treat students as adults, and even loud scolding in class rarely happens.

I raised my hand to indicate that I was going to the bathroom, and Mrs. Zhang gave me a white look and nodded. I quickly picked up a few calculation papers and a pen on Yu Huai's desk, and sneaked out through the back door.

"Give you."

Yu Huai laughed gratefully: "Sweet charcoal in the snow! I will remember it in my heart."

I couldn't help but want to learn from Mrs. Zhang and roll my eyes: "I have to pretend to go to the toilet after all. Be careful not to let her find out!"

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, and before Mrs. Zhang walked off the podium, we flocked out to see Yu Huai and found him sitting on the ground with a few sheets of paper under his buttocks, already asleep against the wall.

Although the sleeping face is ugly, with half-open mouth and drooling, β they are all taking pictures with their phones, but I can't help but feel distressed.

Although it is still midsummer, and the temperament of summer has indulged our laziness, I know that the winter of the "black senior year" that Luo Zhi told me two years ago is coming soon. And Yu Huai, who has been full of solar energy by my side, has been obviously dimmed recently.

Although he is still jokingly on the Chinese papers, I can see his fatigue.

For him, the last national physics league has begun.

After winning the third prize in his first year of high school, Yu Huai won another second prize in his second year of high school. Shanghai and Guangzhou each offered him an olive branch. Of course, Yu Huai did not accept it, because the three words "not bad" were based on my standards.

If he was nervous in the first year of high school because he was competing with himself, then this time, he was really nervous. High school is fashionable and can jokingly and jokingly in the tavern with Lin Yang to say that the third prize is very rare, but in the third year of high school, the first prize became a must.

I once patted my chest and said that there is still a chance, but now I dare not make a mistake.

Every inch of gain or loss in the examination room is exchanged for life.

Of course, even if he fails the exam, he can still take the college entrance examination, and the probability of being admitted to a top university is still ninety-nine percent-but if he really fails the exam, what is the significance of his three-year physics competition? Does a perseverance become futile again?

Yu Huai is different from me. He does things straight to the goal and values ​​meaning. So he just thought about studying liberal arts, and I really came to study science meaninglessly.

So I hope he can do well in the exam.

No.277

Just as I watched Yu Huai, who had just woke up and was busy wiping his saliva, being molested by everyone, Bei Lin also walked out from the back door with a water glass, glanced at the bustle in the corridor, and hummed softly.

Han Xu also came out and asked her: "What's wrong?"

Bei Lin smiled: "You know, it's unique."

These four words are like some kind of code between the two of them. Although I can't understand it, I can understand the unspoken wry smile on Han Xu's face.

I watched them leave in the direction away from the crowd. The backs of the two people looked harmonious. They were both white and tender, deserted, and capable of pretending, and they could become a monk after only one shave.

When I retracted my sight, I saw that Simple was also looking at them. Among the group of people who joked with Yu Huai, she was the only one who turned and stared at the end of the corridor, her eyes like a floating ball suddenly floating in the ocean.

She also noticed me, smiled bitterly, and walked over.

"What does it mean to be blessed?" I tilted my head and asked her, but did not say that these four words came from Bei Lin, "Why don't I understand?"

Simply froze for a while, and smiled.

"It's these four words... Of course you won't understand."

No.278

When the self-study started at two o'clock, the classroom was as hot as a steamer. My elbow always touches Yu Huai. At this time we always smiled, and each moved aside, Yu Huai continued to lower his head to do the question, while I quietly waited for the pounding heartbeat to calm down a bit.

But now, the elbows were all sweaty, and the two of them were agitated. In the hot and sweaty classroom, we looked at each other disgustingly, wishing to kill each other.

So I picked up the English vocabulary book and said, "I can't stand it anymore, I want to go out to read."

Zhang Ping acquiesced to everyone's behavior of going to every corner of the school to enjoy the shade during self-study, as long as it was not too excessive. After all, the people in the back row are free and undisciplined. They won't affect the overall situation, so he just opened his eyes and closed his eyes.

Of course, this has become part of Zhang Ping's charm in β's heart. Anyway, she can put gold on Zhang Ping's face. Two months ago, Xu Yanliang was the first to talk about the gossip about Zhang Ping’s breakup in the office. Beta silently went downstairs and brought a big plastic bag up—she asked the whole class to eat recently. The most popular green tongue ice cream.

The whole class is full of trembling green tongues, and I took a lot of photos.

Yu Huai praised me for taking the initiative to give way to read a book, saying that I was a tall man.

At this time, Jian Jian stood up and said: "Geng Geng, I will go with you."

I thought β would also follow us out hopping around—the small platform on the top floor of the administrative building was about to become our three stronghold—but she looked back at us and showed me a sigh in particular.

I do not understand why.

When we were walking side by side in the corridor holding the stationery, we simply asked me suddenly: "Geng Geng, you only learned theory for Yu Huai, do you regret it now?"

"I didn't learn theory for Yu Huai!" I answered very quickly.

Simply pursing his lips and grinning, somehow, the temperament of the whole body is so quiet, quiet and strange.

I am less and less aware of such simplicity. Although she was far from β madness and boldness, she was also a lively and cheerful girl, warm and kind, a little timid, love to watch idol dramas, cry, and stupid than me.

Anyway, it's not the way it is now, and he smiles silently.

"But I regret it." Simply lowered his head and said lightly.

I thought of the phrase "blessed by nature" like the code word, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

We finally reached the top of the stairs in the administrative area. I took a few steps and found that Simple did not keep up.

I turned around and saw her standing under a few steps, looking up at me with red eyes.

"Geng Geng, once the make-up class is over, I will transfer to the liberal arts class."