Chapter 40: New Simple Life (4)

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On the way home from school, I didn't think about physics, but thought about Chen Jin's words repeatedly.
After returning home, I found all the English textbooks in junior high school, and decided to copy ten words on a piece of paper every day, and it would take almost an hour to replay the study.
Then, I made another important decision: to wake up half an hour early every morning to recite English texts, but it is slightly different from Chen Jin ’s way of telling Xiaobo. I do not intend to pursue a vague sense of language, but for fluent recitation.
The key in the future is not how many hours a day is spent learning English, but whether it is 365 days a year, whether I can wake up half an hour early and recite English; whether I can memorize ten English words every day.
Starting today, until the college entrance examination, if my English score is not good, then I admit my fate!
After analyzing my own weaknesses and prioritizing English study time, I developed a study method for each subject according to my own situation and the situation of teachers in various subjects to make full use of the time in the school.
For example, I think the physics teacher's lecture is very confusing. I don't listen to him. I read books and do my homework. When the basic physics class is finished, my physics homework has been completed. Chemistry is basically the same. Although the teacher speaks well, I do n’t think I need to listen to her. Although the math teacher is a famous sloppy ghost in school, often during class, either the two pants pockets are turned out, or the buttons are completely wrong, and the hair seems to have never been combed. The students are desperate to him and feel themselves How do I meet such a bad teacher, but I think he lectured very well, is the teacher with the most rigorous logical thinking and the most agile thinking among the teachers I have met so far. I listened to his class selectively but not when I listened.
In three sciences, I never take notes. Although the chemistry teacher asked me to take notes many times in class, I also tried a few times, but I found that the speed of the pen is too slow. Taking notes is suppressing thinking, which slows down my thinking. Speed, and when you concentrate on it, you simply forget to record.
However, my strategy for English classes was completely different. I rang the bell when I started the class. It was like taking a stimulant, with two ears upright and two eyes staring at the teacher. Because the foundation is poor, many things ca n’t be understood, it ’s okay, write it down first, study it after class, take notes one by one, even the teacher ’s slobber words, I write it down without a word, because my English The ability is not enough to judge what the teacher said is useful and what is useless, then the stupid way is to write down all the things regardless of three seven twenty-one.
I also often study the notes of Lin still and Yang Jun, learn their various recording methods, analyze which is better, which is not, and which is more suitable for my way of thinking. After taking advantage of the strengths of my family, my English notes can be used for exhibitions.
In the English class, my mind is basically completely locked in the teacher, because I am too focused. When the bell rings, I often feel tired, so I must take a break outside in ten minutes between classes, so that the brain can take the next class Prepare for efficient operation.
In Chinese, Lin still targeted Lin. I would read every piece of her composition. I also bought a copy of the essay collection for college entrance examinations. I read it as a novel. I turned it over when I was idle and thought about the author's ideas.
I think history and politics are all memorized by rote, so I never listen to lessons, often secretly memorize new English words every day, or consolidate mathematical physics. If these are all done, I will read idle books.
The geography class is an exception. Mrs. Zhou is an older generation of college students who taught geography for a lifetime. Although the old-fashioned and rigorous, but the knowledge is very profound, I am very interested in listening to her class. Earth and the universe, listening to the class itself is a relaxation.
I try to use the time in school as efficiently as possible, and make full use of the little time for school and school. After the time is allocated in this way, in addition to having to wake up half an hour early to recite English every morning, in fact, I am very busy every day.
I never stay up late, and I never give up playing time, because I firmly believe that good learning is based on good rest, and those who cannot rest fully cannot learn efficiently.
But in the eyes of outsiders, I do n’t really learn how to do nothing. In the self-study class, I read idle books, in the math class, I watched "Doraemon", and in the physics class, I painted the Sailor Moon with a pen. In fact, these are the remaining time after I have reasonably planned.
The situation of Yang Jun and me is somewhat similar, although because of their different thinking, strengths and weaknesses, different interests and preferences, each has its own emphasis, but we are both people who do not like to listen to class, which means our "free" time a lot of.
After I was with Yang Jun, I realized that I was such a naughty student. The two of us had countless small movements in the class every day. We had to adjust each other every day, and we had to rack our brains every day to make each other ugly.
One day, when the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom, Shen Yuanzhe shouted and stood up. The classmates bowed to the teacher and sat down. After listening to the thump, I was gone. It turned out that Yang Jun was taking advantage of us to stand up and took my stool away, and I sat down on the ground.
One day, I was accompanying the math teacher ’s voice as a accompaniment, sandwiching the
machine cat
in the math textbook. One person was stealing music, the stool was only two feet on the ground, and he was shaken comfortably. When I got to my stool, I sat on the ground again, and the Doraemon flew up and made several rounds in the air, hitting my head, and the whole class laughed.
The mathematics teacher who was writing on the blackboard turned back, helped him with his deep myopia glasses, looked at the classroom blankly, and asked confusedly: "How about Luo Qiqi?" Everyone laughed again, watching only one hand protruding weakly from under the table. A very weak, gritted voice: "Here."
One day, after school bell just rang, Yang Jun rushed out happily, and I followed him admiring his masterpiece. After sitting on the stool for a whole class, Yang Jun's buttocks were all dyed red with chalk gray, with notes floating on his back, and a few large letters on the book: Monkey's buttocks. The classmates have long been accustomed to our mischief and do not remind him. Because he is good at sports, he is still leading the radio gymnastics class. As a result, from class (4) to class (6) were laughing, he kept looking back, but did not know what the classmates were laughing. However, I wo n’t be proud for a long time, maybe the next day, I will say "pass me, please hit me" on the back, and the students around me will "good" meet my request, come on my back For a moment, I wondered, why did everyone say hello to me today?
Because the two of us have good grades, the teachers are very tolerant of our pranks, not to mention that we are not short-sighted. Which teacher can joke and which teacher ca n’t, we clearly distinguish.
In the days that slowly passed away, I gradually integrated into high school life and had new good friends-Yang Jun and Lin Still. They have excellent grades, simple enthusiasm, and vigour. They are the most ordinary and normal good students. They are very different from my friends in junior high school.
I know that there are still Lin Lan, Li Xin, and Ni Qing in this class, repeating stories that are not new among girls, but I do n’t know if it ’s because I changed, or because of the gas field with Yang Jun and the friends I attracted No matter how good or bad your grades are, your personality is lively and active, simple and cheerful, or you have no heart or lungs, and play silly.
A group of us stayed together all day, reading comic books, eating snacks, bragging, talking, making fun of each other, tossing each other and having fun with each other.
The teacher likes me because of his good grades; because of his character, he has a bunch of buddies who can play. My high school life is almost clear, the sun is shining, there is no haze.
The people and things in the junior high school seem to be farther and farther away from me, including that indifferent and indifferent Luo Qiqi.
My high school classmates never admit that I was silent and introverted. As soon as they mentioned me, they would shake their heads, laugh and exaggerate and say, "Ah! Luo Qiqi, that guy is too naughty, especially likes mischief, and can make you whole. She had to cry for a while and laugh for a while, and the teacher had no way to take her. "
I definitely don't think I am indifferent and stubborn. In their eyes, Luo Qiqi is lively and playful, mischievous, unruly, likes to play, and can afford to play, and all boys are buddies. If any girls like boys, they like to ask her to post a note.
I think people like to live in the light, no one likes to travel with a cross, and I am no exception. I slowly like my life now, enjoying the praise and likes from teachers, classmates, parents and relatives. I laugh out loud and make noises every day. I work hard and earnestly, and at the same time enjoy the glory that comes from giving.
I slowly hid Xiaobo and Xiaofei to the bottom of my heart.
Perhaps this is human nature. No matter how much pain, we can heal, no matter how painful we are, we can get used to it.
You can call it — strong, or you can call it — forgetting.
The final exam is about to take place, but Yang Jun is weak.
I asked him jokingly: "Aren't you going to knock me down?"
He sighed and sighed, sighed all morning, and finally passed me a small note that read: "I think I like someone."
I laughed and coughed twice. He looked at me sadly and asked in a low voice: "Do you think I look handsome?"
I looked at him idiot, brother, you said this question, how should I answer?
"Some people say that I look pretty good, especially my eyes. In junior high school, several girls have said that they look good."
This is indeed, Yang Jun's eyes are really beautiful, his eyelashes are long and dense, and his eyes are dark and bright. I swallowed the smile and wrote on the note: "Who the do you like?"
Yang Jun was embarrassed, and Mo Ji didn't tell me for a long while. Teachers and parents often feel that we are too easy to say "love", but don't know. In many cases, we are very difficult to export even "like".
I smiled and said, "You must not tell me it is me!"
He was irritated by me, and immediately said contemptuously: "You? My brain did not get water!"
The students around them heard his voice and looked up at us. Yang Jun didn't care about it as usual, and lowered his voice instead.
After a while, when the classmates didn't look at us, Yang Jun said seriously: "You have to promise to keep it secret for me, no one can tell, I didn't even tell my iron buddies."
"I promise."
He passed me a small note: "The fourth row, the second seat."
The second from the left? Or the second from the right? He is still a so-called strong man in science! The logic is not strict at all, but when I look up, I know that the real world often does not need logic.
From the left sits the second beautiful Tong Yunzhu, from the right sits the second fat Zhao Miaomiao.
There is no need to ask anymore, common sense already tells me who it is. Tong Yunzhu is lowering her head to write her homework, which is more outstanding except for her appearance. She looks no different from other girls in this class.
Yang Jun threw me a note again: "How do you think I should chase her?"
"Do you really want to follow my advice?"
"Really."
"What about loyalty?"
"Do you think I am the same as you?"
"My advice is not to chase, she and you are not in the same world."
Yang Jun was disdainful: "So what kind of world is she? Pluto's or Neptune's? I already asked. She had a gossip boyfriend before and heard that she had been in jail, but what did she do with her? bad thing."
"I knew I was saying nothing."
"I decided to chase her."
I waved my hand like a wave of flies: "Go away, don't send!"
Tong Yunzhu is not a mathematical problem, it can be overcome by wisdom and diligence. I can already see Yang Jun's crushed bones, but no one can stop him. The youthful dog's blood will not be spilled, and the excitement of hormones will not pass.
Fortunately, the time when the plague of love came is still good, and now he is in the first grade. Even if he is sick, he still has enough time to heal before the college entrance examination.
For the final exam, I jumped to second in the class, Lin was still first, and Yang Jun was third.
My Chinese scores have improved, but my English scores are still terrible. At least 79 points were passed in the mid-term exam, but this time I only scored 71 points.
When the results were announced, the winter vacation had been put on, and the campus was very empty. I was holding English test papers in my hands, walking in the face of the biting cold wind.
This time the blow was even worse than the mid-term exam, and I even felt a little hopeless.
It can be said that I spend three times as much time and energy in English as other classes, and my notes are the most serious in the class. During the class, there was only the voice of the teacher in my ears. I was so focused that Yang Jun was talking beside my ear, and I could not hear it at all. I will insist on memorizing half an hour of English even on weekends, and every English text I will recite. I don't believe there are more serious students in our class than me!
I have never slacked off in a day, but the results did not go backwards!
If heaven is rewarded, where is my heaven? Doesn't God see my slightest effort?
I did not expect to score more than 90 points, but at least I should improve.
Why is this happening? Is this the result of a half-year effort? After hard work, but did not get the rewards it deserves, which makes people desperate and makes people question whether they need to work so hard? There is no difference between learning and not learning anyway.
I have no way to give myself an answer. When I walked in the cold wind for more than two hours, when my body was almost frozen, I decided to forget this thing, forget this kind of powerless frustration, forget this kind of seeming Never see the hopelessness of hope.
I still have to memorize ten words every day, I still have to recite half an hour of English every day, and I will still listen carefully and do my homework next semester, and even memorize the teacher ’s words.
I bet with myself that Shushan has a path to take! Since I can't find the reason or find a better way to learn, I can only bet on the wisdom of the ancients with myself.
I tore the English paper in the wind, and pressed my frustration and depression for the past six months to the deepest heart.