Chapter 26: Related to Literature and Art (4)
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A Book Dedicated to Our Youth
- Tong Hua
- 2839 characters
- 2021-03-02 04:28:26
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Guan He sings very nicely and likes to sing. She often sits on the desk and sings while shaking her feet. She can sing almost all popular songs. She can sing whatever Li Shan orders; and I enjoy With a wonderful singing voice, he was drinking while watching Li Shan busy. Occasionally, I would shake my head and sing with Guan He, but it was just humming with her, like a bass accompaniment.
Once, we were singing happily. I turned my head and saw Zhang Jun standing in the corridor, looking at us through the glass window. His eyes were very focused. Even if I found him, he did not look away. I was shocked for a moment, and almost felt that he was looking at me, but immediately understood that it was wrong, it was Guan He next to me.
Guan He also saw him and waved at him to say hello, Zhang Jun walked in, leaned against the wall, crossed his hands to his chest, and looked at our poster.
Guan He is still singing, I jumped off the table and painted the last illustration with Li Shan, trying to ignore Zhang Jun's existence.
I don't know why Zhang Jun hasn't left, Li Shan and Guan He have no opinions. Naturally, I can't express any opinions, he always watched our newspapers.
Maybe because of Guan He's happy singing, maybe because Zhang Jun's eyes kept looking at the bulletin board, I didn't even produce a trace of jealousy, and I even enjoyed his happiness on the side, trying to make the picture better. Occasionally, when I turned back and collided with his line of sight, I would still evade in a hurry, but without the sharpness of the past.
We didn't say a word, but that day was the longest time that Zhang Jun and I had been together since elementary school. It was also the most bland and warm scene in my junior high school memory.
So much so, many years later, I tried to describe the scene of that year very carefully. In the large classroom at dusk, the light came in softly and warmly. A beautiful girl sat on the desk and sang happily; a girl and a boy stood at the blackboard, sometimes stood up, sometimes bent down, and carefully painted Painting; a handsome boy leaned against the wall, arms folded, staring at them intently. Unfortunately, no matter how I paint, I can't draw what I remember.
Our new class teacher, Mr. Wu, was extremely enthusiastic and very kind to me. For the first time in my life, I met a teacher who was so enthusiastic to me.
After class, she will specifically call me to her office, give me a reference book, outline the key examples with a pen; every time she finishes the class, she will come to my desk and ask me how the class is taught, even windy When it rains, she will specifically remind me to pay attention to dressing.
But she didn't know that I had psychological obstacles to the teacher. I was used to keeping a distance from the teacher. In this world, except for Teacher Gao, I couldn't accept any teacher approaching me. If she is like Zeng Hong, I can at least be a normal student, but her enthusiasm and her preference scares me. The more enthusiastic she is, the more indifferent I am; the more she wants to approach me, the more I want to escape her.
I can feel that she has been hurt. Probably as a teacher, she has never met such a student who does not know how to lift. She wanted to lift me up so high, but I was so eager to integrate into the crowd, I wish she would never Ignore me.
Her enthusiasm was frequently frustrated in the face of my indifference, and her reference book was returned to her intact. Every time she talked to me, I took pity in words and even prevented her from getting down in front of the class. Taiwan, when she saw that I had a bad complexion and asked me if I was ill and wanted to touch my forehead, I would avoid her and replied indifferently: "I am not a child, I know if I am sick."
Even, in order to make her hate me, I deliberately didn't turn in math homework and deliberately went to sleep in her class.
Finally, she knew that I was a stubborn stone, not a beautiful jade. She began to abandon me and turned her enthusiasm to Guan He. Guan He did not live up to her. She gratefully thanked her as a better student. Teacher Wu enjoyed it. A sense of accomplishment brought by her efforts.
I began to feel at ease and do my own things quietly.
Frankly speaking, Ms. Wu is a very responsible class teacher. She devotes herself wholeheartedly to our class and walks from morning to night every day, except for her apparent preference for students. However, which teacher does not like good students?
However, she taught mathematics with more than enthusiasm and lack of logic. After listening to her class several times, I found it better to save time and read by myself. However, I did n’t read the textbooks, but the detective stories, which originated from the "Holmes Detective Collection" that Guan He lent me. I love this kind of intellectual contest. Guan He covered me, and the teachers pretended not to see it.
Unconsciously, I started talking to Guan He. She told me her favorite novel and why I liked it; I told her, my favorite novel and told her why I liked it. We exchange views and understandings of people and the world, and the more we communicate with her, the more I "hold up" her. Among my peers, I have never met a girl whose thoughts are as mature and deep as hers. She looks like an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl, but her thoughts may be more than twenty-six years old. My precociousness carries extremes, rebellion and evil, but her precociousness carries the tolerance, tolerance and wisdom of life.
She puzzled me so much, while worshipping her, it was even more painful. I don't think I can surpass her in my life. There are almost no goals in my life. The only goal hidden in my heart is so desperate!
The mid-term examination results came down, Guanhe class first, my class sixth, Teacher Wu is very satisfied, she thinks this ranking is normal. To be honest, I also think this is normal.
Xiaofei once again became the first class in class (2). She smiled and warned me to read less idle books and work harder, so that she would not win such a sense of unsuccessfulness.
I do n’t say anything. Actually, it ’s not that I did n’t review seriously. I was reading idle books in a controlled way. When I should be serious, I did n’t have any ambiguity. This result is a true reflection of my current level. .
My science scores are similar to Guan He's, but Guan He's English exceeds me too much. After entering the third year, all the subjects began to be aggregated. The exam no longer only tested the knowledge of one semester, but the knowledge learned throughout the junior high school. Because of my arrogance with the cornucopia, my first and second grades of English all learned terrible, and now I'm beginning to taste bad results.
Because of the poor foundation of English, I ca n’t listen and understand, so I ’m not interested in learning, which leads to worse English. The grades are worse, and of course I ca n’t hear them, and I ’m even less interested in learning. I fell into a vicious circle.
I understand very well, but I do n’t know how to correct it. I also want to listen carefully and improve my English score. I ca n’t hear the English words spoken by the teacher. I do n’t know the grammar at all. Unconsciously, he ran away, and when he came back, an English lesson was over, and naturally he would not do his homework.
I made up my mind every day that I must study English well, but I could n’t do it every day.
Wanting to improve English scores has become an impossible task. The foundation is not laid, like a house without a foundation, it seems that it can never be pulled up.
Looking at Guan He holding more than ninety points easily, I began to regret my act of not learning English because I hated the cornucopia on the first day. I hated him and didn't listen to his class. At the time, I felt very relieved, but it was myself who hurt me in the end. Yu Jubaopen had no influence at all, and others continued to be their English teachers.
Because of the pressure of the middle school entrance examination, the atmosphere of the third grade became more dignified, but the class (7) brought a bit of joy to the dignified third grade.
Just one week after the semester started, (7) the class was divided into two groups, and a group rack was beaten. Two of the classroom tables were smashed. One student was beaten to the head and broke into the blood, and was sent to the emergency room of the hospital. The principal came to speak in person Criticize and give several people a warning. But these people did not plan to go to high school at all. Why care about the warning? It is estimated that the school began to regret and should not group together a group of devil kings.
Zhang Jun ’s squad leader was very weak and incompetent. When he heard that he was in a group fight, he was afraid to hide and run on the playground. He ran back ten laps and happened to catch the severely wounded into the hospital to avoid causing death. When the two arrived, the school did not pursue anything. In fact, the school could not be held accountable, and Zhang Jun was withdrawn. No one else was willing to be the monitor. He did not enjoy the prestige of being a monitor. Instead, he had to worry about being beaten accidentally.
(7) The class is suffocating every day, and there will be a situation every week. The good girls in our corridors try not to go in the direction of (7) class, because the boys in their classes dare to openly molested girls in the corridors, especially like to pick grades Good girls, several girls were so weeping that they could n’t cry, and they did n’t dare to tell the teacher, otherwise they would n’t even settle down on the way home from school.
Everyone can't afford to provoke or hide.
One day during class activities, Guan He went to send Chinese homework. When he came back, he helped the Chinese teacher of class (8) to bring homework to the class representative of class (8). When I sent it, nothing was wrong; when I came back, the (7) class demon heads standing in the corridor started nonsense, Guan He lowered his head, but when he didn't hear it, a few boys stopped her.
I stood on the side of the corridor, leaning against the wall, and looked at everything quietly with my arms. I'm curious, will the elegant style of Guan He be difficult to maintain in this situation?
Guan He tried to bypass them a few times, but the boys didn't let her go, instead she smiled and asked what color underwear she was wearing. Guan He's face was flushed red, and she was about to cry, but she didn't cry forever.
I was originally holding a lively state of mind, and even had the secret expectation of watching Guan He's ugliness, but I could not bear to see Guan He like this. I was wondering whether to rush up and grab Guan He out. Several boys in our class already had a love for Guan He. At this time, I could n’t see it anymore and started to go there, even (5) class, (6 ) All the boys in the class have a past.
I smiled and shook my head, it turned out that this is the result, her manners will not be destroyed.
(7) The group of demon kings certainly won't be afraid of this group of "students". Now, we have to appreciate a group of good students and bad students. Unfortunately, there is no melon.
Our dean of teaching will definitely vomit blood, and his wife in the third year of the past is mediocre. In our session, the results have not been better than the previous ones, but there are many troubles.
Unexpectedly, I was posing. When I wanted to see the group frame, Zhang Jun came up the stairs and saw the boy in his class surrounded Guan He. He immediately understood that he rushed over in a few steps and took Guan He out of the boy ’s siege. Those boys are probably not used to Zhang Jun long ago. At this time, Zhang Junqiang came forward and had a good reason to start. He was ready to fight immediately.
When Zhang Jun was under Guan He, Shen Yuanzhe, the squad leader of class (6), hurried out of the classroom and stood in the middle of classes (7) and (6), stopping all the boys who were going to pass. Walked over and stood with Zhang Jun.
The weight of the chairman of the student union is indeed not light. Behind him, many boys stand spontaneously and obviously tell everyone that they are subject to Shen Yuanzhe.
I walked a few steps quietly, standing silently in the corner, and did not plan to participate in the group fight, but if someone beat Shen Yuanzhe, I would remember his face firmly, please ask the squid's younger brother to ask him to rest in the hospital A few days. As for Zhang Jun, I do n’t worry. He carried his
weapon
with him in the fourth grade. The sixth grade students saw him and detoured. In these years, he has been fooling around with Xiao Liu. Irregular, where is he qualified to be called "Little Jun" by the people on the road?
The situation was on the verge, and Shen Yuanzhe didn't seem to feel the difference in the atmosphere. He even smiled and grabbed the shoulders of those people: "Everyone has a class, why is it so unpleasant for the last year? You are all mixed up, It must be a big brother with a face in the future. It would be really boring to let someone know that several people are bullying a girl. "
Those few people didn't know whether they were moved by Shen Yuanzhe's more and more people behind him, or by Shen Yuanzhe's words, anyway, the atmosphere relaxed. An upcoming group rack turned into Shen Yuanzhe talking with several people and making friends with each other.
I was very shocked. Not only Shen Yuanzhe's good popularity, but his few words. I always thought that Shen Yuanzhe was just a good student with good heart and ability, but obviously he was not a good student in the traditional sense.
Zhang Jun completely ignored everything around him and only comforted Guan He in a whisper. Guan He had always been introverted and had already returned to normal. At least on the surface, she returned to normal. She smiled to Zhang Jun and said, "Thank you."
Zhang Jun laughed: "Old classmates, don't be so polite?"
I turned around and left, and started to hate that I was in class (4). I would rather go to classes (1) and (3), at least not share a corridor with them.
After a while, Guan He also came back. Several girls surrounded her and chattered her comfortably. A girl was very gossip and said to Guan He with a dazzling eyebrow: "Zhang Jun never cared about anything, it's unusual for you!"
The girl lying on my desk smiled and said, "I don't think Zhang Jun is okay. He seems to be afraid of the gang. When he heard that in the self-study class, he made everyone quieter, and they yelled at him," Don't you do anything " He didn't dare to say anything, Shen Yuanzhe was the one who really saved Guan He. "
Guan He smiled and did not speak. She adhered to the consistent principle and never talked about anyone's right or wrong, including her own.
This way she made me worthless for Zhang Jun. I took out the books and said to a group of girls: "I want to read and study, you have to chat and go to the side."
Tan Xingzheng's girls stared at me with dissatisfaction, and then returned to their seats. Guan He sighed with relief, it seems that she has endured for a long time.
I haven't spoken to Guan He for two days, because I think she is very annoying, hypocritical, and hypocritical. She will pretend to be a delicate and tender lady, and win the sympathy and likes of boys.
I hate her!