Chapter 72:

I just learned that there will be a training camp during the summer vacation. Except for Zhang Man and Li Wei, most of the classmates have collapsed.
For a hard-pressed high school party, what is it that supports them through the boring, high-pressure semester after another? Of course it is winter and summer vacation! After two months of summer vacation, one and a half months were cut off at once, and everyone was like a bolt from the blue.
Especially in the physical competition class, Chen Jun, a well-known angry youth who is known as the first-year senior, went to Liu Zhijun’s office to protest and reason with Liu Zhijun’s office under the pretext of having problems in the first few days. Fan tried to skip class and was taken back by Liu Zhijun from the Internet cafe next to the school.
For a few of them, the school took extraordinary measures. They called their parents to inform them of the importance of the summer training camp, and drew a pie for the parents to get prizes and send them, and enroll students independently.
So, under the double attack of the school and the parents, everyone stopped resisting, and started a intensive training life.
Before I knew it, more than half a month had passed since the summer camp in the small black room.
At 5:30 in the afternoon, the bell rang after class. It was dark outside the window. The frequent heavy rains in mid-July, mixed with the roar of thunder, washed the city mercilessly and washed away the intense heat caused by the scorching sun in the previous few days.
In a massive thunderstorm, occasionally there will be extremely bright lightning, which illuminates the gloomy sky as if it is sunny and day.
In the entire teaching building of the first grade, except for the offices of a few remaining teachers on duty, only the small dark room of the sports competition class had lights on.
After finishing one question, Cao Zhixue let out a sigh of relief: "Fuck, you should stay at home in this ghostly weather and lie down comfortably. It's not bad this time, and it's getting dark. I heard people say that lonely ghosts like to live in When a thunderstorm appears, who knows if you will see a ghost on the way home in a while."
Deng Nian rolled his eyes and said, "Give it a ghost, don't say you are studying physics."
"Cut, the existing science can only prove the existence of certain things, but not the non-existence of other things. Can you prove that there are no ghosts in this world? Since you can't prove it, you can't say that it doesn't exist."
"Too lazy to tell you, this is a fallacy..."
"Where is the fallacy, let me tell you. Two days ago, I saw a piece of news. In an old abandoned house in the UK, some spiritual phenomena appeared. In some thunderstorms, neighbors can always see a white house in the house. The female ghost in the clothes appeared..."
The two of them started to quarrel again. Chen Jun wanted to join in. After turning around, Qi Lele turned pale with fright, and all the pens in his hand fell to the floor.
Zhang Man naturally noticed it, patted her shoulder to comfort her, and glared at the two fools who were talking more and more outrageous.
Qi Lele was timid. He was afraid of thunder. After overcoming a lot of psychological pressure, he could sit and do the questions. As a result, the two fools began to talk about ghost stories.
The backlog of fear erupted, and her whole body began to tremble, her face turned pale, she was obviously terribly afraid.
"Okay, you two shut up and are so annoying."
While talking, Chen Jun took out his mobile phone and earphones from his bag, and after some manipulation, handed them to Qi Lele, motioning her to put on the earphones.
Zhang Man glanced at it. Mozart's "Turkish March" was playing on his mobile phone. Although this kid was angry and sculpted, he was still careful at the critical moment.
Qi Lele was taken aback, nodded gratefully, took the phone and put on the headphones. The sound insulation of the headphones is very good, and the rhythm of the piano is extremely cheerful and lively, but it completely isolates the endless thunder outside the window.
Generally speaking, the learning atmosphere in the small dark room is fairly strong these days.
Seventeen-year-olds, no matter how good they are, they are still childish, playful and self-controlling is not too strong.
At this time, learning always needs atmosphere.
Fortunately, Zhang Man took the lead and erected a diligent banner for the Wujing Subclass. She has been too hard lately. She wakes up and learns greedily every day, making the classmates around her who are in the classroom speechless.
She was really worried.
Some time ago, she was obviously not as handy as the mechanics of electromagnetics.
After several quizzes, although the results in the sports competition class were pretty good, she knew that there was still a certain gap to the national medal.
You know, although the provincial first prize has a high gold content, it can only guarantee the ability to get the general 985 or C9 university's independent enrollment and reduction qualifications, such as the resumption of diplomacy and Zhejiang University, but it has no effect on Q and B universities.
However, entering the finals and winning national medals is different. The top 50 nationals in the finals are gold medals, and they will be selected for the national training team, and they will be directly qualified to send Q or B.
Although the silver and bronze medals do not have the qualifications to be directly recommended, they can participate in the exams of B and Q students, and there is still a high probability of being recommended.
Zhang Man thought, it’s best to get the qualification to pass, or even if you get the score reduction in the college entrance examination, you still have to finish high school in the first high school and take the college entrance examination. In this case, she will be separated from Li Wei for a year.
She is absolutely reluctant.
She has a measurement in her mind. September is the preliminaries, which is definitely no problem for her. Immediately afterwards, the rematch in October, although the difficulty will be greatly improved, but at her current level, she also has a certain degree of confidence.
However, after the semi-finals, each provincial capital selects the students who have scored before the semi-finals to enter the provincial team to participate in the national finals in November. Last year, it seemed that only ten people from their province participated in the national finals.
Compared with the semi-finals and preliminaries, the difficulty of the finals has increased non-linearly, but increased exponentially.
Physics competitions are very particular about talents, talented people can get through, and they are very keen on physics, so they can save a lot of effort when studying.
For example, Li Wei, even Chen Jun and Xu Haosi.
But Zhang Man is different.
She herself knows that compared to other students in the sports competition class, she is not smart, at best she has some experience. To achieve good results, she can only work harder than others.
So now she is tightening the chord in her heart every day. The school’s regular training schedule is from 8 am to 6 pm, but she still maintains her mid-semester routine, arriving at school at 7 o’clock at half past nine in the evening. go.
The exercise books of the physical competition class are unified, using a series of mechanics, electromagnetism, thermal optics and so on by Mr. Cheng Jiafu. The difficulty of this series is moderate, not an entry level, but it is not too difficult. It is more in line with the question of the rematch.
While studying this series of exercises, Zhang Man also prepared the "Collection of Physics Problems" by Shu Yousheng and the "New Concept Physics Series" by Zhao Kaihua, both of which were books for the sprint finals, with higher difficulty. The type is complex and the scope of the questions is wider.
I have to study the exercises in three books every day, I have to do the rematch and final papers of previous years, and I have to spend time to read the experimental part... She can't wait to sleep at night and spend 24 hours a day studying.
Seeing her like this, other classmates gradually approached her, brushing up questions and reviewing.
So the most leisurely person became Li Wei instead.
If someone is standing on the podium at this time, you will find that if you draw a curved dividing line from the window aisle as the starting point, the entire classroom will be divided into two completely different scenes.
There were ten people in one of the scenes, and everyone was struggling with their heads, racing against time, as if they were going to take the college entrance examination the next day.
In another scene, there is only one person by the window of the classroom. The teenager has a delicate side face, stretched eyebrows, sitting in a casual posture, slender knuckles flipping through a stack of papers, occasionally sleeping on his stomach when tired, or watching the rain outside the window, leisurely like drinking afternoon tea.
After watching the rain outside the window, he turned his face, lay down on the desk, and blinked.
The the other side of the aisle, less than one meter away from him, looked like two worlds. In front of her were piled up problem sets, test papers and drafts, as well as basic reference books, spread out on the page to be used.
There is no extra place on the table. Her two arms can only be left in the air. The posture looks uncomfortable, but she doesn't pay attention to it. Her beautiful brows are kept locked, and the pen in her hand never stops.
White and tender cheeks bulged slightly, as if taking a breath.
Her appearance is too familiar, the shape of the eyebrows, the nose tip, the slightly rounded cheeks, and the small chin, familiar to him closing his eyes, can accurately depict it in his mind.
But even so, I still haven't seen enough.
People are always dissatisfied with the things they love.
The teenager looked at her profile greedily, frowning slightly.
His Manman, didn't even look at him today.
In fact, it's not just today. She almost lives in school every day. The only time the two spends together is more than ten minutes for him to send her home at night.
He just knows the taste because of the intimacy between the two of them. How can he get along for more than ten minutes a day?
That night, Zhang Man finished writing the last question of the day, looked at the sky outside, and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was already half past nine in the evening, and most of the classmates had left.
She rubbed her sore shoulder, packed up her things and stood up, walked to the boy's side, and pulled his sleeve.
"Let's go."
"……Ok."
The two of them held hands and walked out of the school building. The young man put his arms around her shoulders and opened a umbrella to easily cover the two people.
After being with her, all the umbrellas in the family were replaced with big umbrellas.
The two cuddled into the rain. The big raindrops hit the umbrella surface violently, making a "swoosh" sound. Zhang Man could even feel the vibration of the umbrella surface being hit.
Zhang Man obediently hid in the boy's arms, raised his head and quietly looked at his profile, feeling a lot relaxed.
No matter how tired and tense days, looking at him, it seems to be full of motivation.
I watched too intently, didn't pay attention, stepped into the unfilled puddle on the concrete road, and the rain splashed high.
"...Manman, don't always look at me when you walk, watch the road."
Shaoyoung coughed, and his feelings of upset and annoyance just became a little cheerful.
Zhang Man was taken aback and blushed quietly.
It turns out that every time she peeks at him, he knows... Isn't it too shameful?
It was getting late now, and she suddenly thought that when the teenager sent her away every day, it would be dark when she returned home, and she felt a little painful.
"Now, boyfriend, or else you will be like them in the future, go home first, I can ask Uncle Xu or my mother to pick me up at night."
It was a kind offer, but it made the happy boy black face instantly.
Very good, the only ten minutes, she also thought about it.
The boy was sulking in his heart, and his voice was hard: "No."
He looked down at the girl's hair, and put his arms around her shoulders upwards, and pinched her cheek viciously.
The girl in her arms exclaimed for a while, raised her head and looked at him in panic. In the dark, her eyes shimmered and shone astonishingly.
"Why pinch me, it hurts..."
The soft voice made his heart soft.
The young man's heart trembled slightly, he sighed helplessly, and subconsciously rubbed her finger against her cheek that was pinched by him to show comfort.
Forget it, what does he care about with her?
Her face was small and her chin was pointed, but there was a lot of flesh on her cheeks. With this rubbing, she felt that the back of her fingers had fallen into a piece of silky softness, which made the teenager's mind rippling.
So her head lowered and her thin lips pressed slightly to fit her other cheek, but--
"Li Wei, I still don't understand the eighth question of the electromagnetic part you talked about on the podium today. Can you tell me more?"
"..."
When they finished talking about an extremely complicated topic, the two had already walked downstairs to Zhang Man's house.
"Oh... I said it was a little weird in the end, it turned out that I was wrong before."
Zhang Man nodded seriously, staring at the gate of the community without focus, obviously still thinking.
In fact, Zhang Man has thin eyebrows and big eyes, exquisite nose, and a pointed face. She belongs to the kind of look that looks very sweet and smart. Of course, because she doesn't like to laugh, the corners of her mouth are always downwards, sweetness is ignored, only left Smart and cold.
But when she gets serious, it's different again.
Whenever she thinks about a problem, her eyes are particularly erratic, and she always likes to frown, her fleshy cheeks puff, and her rosy lips are slightly pursed--it looks much more adorable than usual.
The boy's heart began to itch again, his apple rolling up and down.
His gaze stayed on her lips, and even in the dim light, those two lips were beautifully red.
There is an umbrella handle in between, it is really inconvenient to do something. He drew people into the rain-proof eaves downstairs in the community, closed the umbrella and leaned against the side, holding her face in both hands, about to kiss.
However, it failed again.
The girl seemed to understand a certain joint, looked up at him in surprise, and kissed him on the cheek very perfunctorily.
His lips stayed on his face for almost 0.1 second, then left without reluctance.
"Boyfriend, I'm on the way up, I know where I went wrong, so I have to write it down in a pen immediately, so I don't forget it later. Be careful on the way, call me when I get home!"
After she finished speaking, she waved at him happily, and then turned upstairs.
In the dark, in the sound of heavy rain, under the eaves, the young man still kept his head bent over, his whole person stiff, like a plaster statue for painting.
Physics is really a thing that is extremely clingy and can't look at your face...
This Sunday, the school seldom gave a day off for the competition class.
On Saturday night, downstairs at Zhang Man's house, the big brother classmate who finally got a short but short-term kiss, sighed contentedly in his heart.
His requirements are getting lower and lower.
"Manman, how do you plan tomorrow?"
Zhang Man glanced at him strangely: "Of course it's self-study. Is it possible that you still want to go out to play?"
"..."
Well, when he didn't ask.
The boy's expression was dim, and the next second it lit up: "Why don't you go to school tomorrow, go to my home to study?"
To his house?
Zhang Man leaned over to hold him and thought for a while.
It seems that it is not bad to go to his house, the room is spacious and the lights are bright. Moreover, Qi Lele said that there may be a power outage in the school tomorrow, and they may not be able to study by themselves.
After some consideration, Zhang Man nodded, leaned against the boy's chest, and said something.
There was a sudden thunder, and her voice was covered. The boy didn't hear it at all. He only knew that she nodded, so he hugged her fiercely, and kissed her again.
The boy almost immediately thought of the long and deep kiss when he circled her under the huge desk.
The mood was suddenly happy.
Tomorrow, there is time.
...
Early the next morning, the boy got up early and hurriedly took a cold shower.
The cold water in the shower flowed down the black hair to the strong shoulders and necks. The boy lifted his head slightly, his eyes gasped for a while.
The pounding heart, the fiery chaotic brain, and some shameful and strange feelings, under the stimulation of the cold water, finally recovered his calm.
During this period of time, it was really suppressed for so long that yesterday he actually...had such an excessive and absurd dream.
It was so absurd that even he couldn't help feeling hot when he woke up.
In her dream, she was delicate and soft, not quite the same as usual, and her eyes and voice were really outrageous.
The boy closed his eyes, turned off the water, pulled the towel to dry his body, and put on the bathrobe loosely.
The moment I put it on, I suddenly stopped.
...Damn it, he got it wrong in the chaos, he is now wearing the same suit she wore when she occasionally came to live with him.
It was washed after Mingming, but at this moment, the tip of her nose still seemed to smell the light milky and sweet smell on her body.
After a pause for half a minute, the young man's index finger flexed, pressing his forehead irritably, and reluctantly unbuttoned his bathrobe, reopened the faucet, and stepped into the cold shower.
...
After finally taking a shower, the boy walked back to the room, opened the closet, and habitually wanted to take a black short sleeve from the left, but stopped when he glanced at the row of colorful clothes on the right.
She picked all these clothes for him.
Yellow, lake blue, orange, red, and even his most annoying...pink.
These colors, just like her, caught off guard from breaking into his monotonous world.
The boy looked at that brand-new pink T-shirt with a big Mickey Mouse head reflected on it. This bright and cute cartoon style really didn't suit him.
It suits her very well.
He moved his index finger lightly on the front of the dress, Mickey Mouse's cute belly straightened up, his brain filled the appearance of her wearing this dress, and his eyes were bent.
-Pink doesn't seem to be that annoying.
So the young ghost took out the T-shirt and put it on.
Man Man came to him at nine o'clock, and there was still one hour left.
He has been extra cautious about being alone after a long absence.
The boy carefully shaved his beard and scratched his hair.
First, he diligently threw one or two pieces of clothes scattered on the sofa into the washing machine, then went downstairs to buy vegetables, and bought a bunch of flowers she liked, and put them in the vase on the dining table—this narrow-necked vase was also her bought.
Still not enough.
The teenager pulled out the candle she bought before from the cabinet. He remembered what she said it was a scented candle, but it was the smell she liked very much anyway.
He put a few candles on the table and slid a match to light it.
Light fragrance overflows.
Everything was ready and the doorbell rang.
The boy curled his mouth happily and walked over to open the door.
"Manman, you are here..."
The next second, the warmth on his face broke completely.
At the door, in addition to his vines, a large group of people stood there, making the originally not narrow staircase very crowded.
The group of people at the door was even more dumbfounded when the door opened.
Tsk Tsk Tsk, people shouldn't look good, I didn't expect that the big guy who was too cold in school would be such a person in private.
Look at the short-sleeved pink sleeves, the huge Mickey Mouse with a thirsty smile printed on the clothes, and the bunch of irritating flowers on the dining table that you can see from here. Candles.
The three fools touched their chin together.
They didn't chase the goddess, it must be because it was not enough.