Chapter 33: Re-behave

(No.168—No.172)
No.168
β said, when I was holding the Honda square and studying hard, the corners of my mouth had an arc that couldn't be suppressed-"like an embroidered dowry."
She peeled the orange, sat down on Zhu Yao's table, and smiled at me.
"Why are you still not leaving?" I sent her away as I packed my schoolbag.
"Today, our team was on duty. Han Xu left first because of an affair. I simply did a double job by myself. I had to run away and was caught by her."
"Is Han Xu busy participating in the competition too?"
"He probably won't," Beta shrugged. "To put it simply, Han Xu hadn't systematically received training in competitions before, and he didn't even think about participating. He prefers to take the college entrance examination safely."
Indeed, Han Xu is much better than Yu Huai in Chinese and English, and Yu Huai is far inferior to him in terms of balance and stability.
I suddenly thought of the topic in math class that was interrupted by Zhang Feng's scolding.
Yu Huai was at a loss and anxiety.
Obviously, the promotion of junior high school to the unified exam caused a certain blow to Yu Huai. Lin Yang said that it was a bit difficult for Yu Huai, who was a monk, to deal with the competition and the unified exam at the same time. The results of the unified exam also proved this. And now, should Yu Huai believe in himself and continue to walk on the road of the competition, or should he learn more and learn better?
From the time he saw Chu Tiankuo's serious expression at the end of the mid-term exam, I knew that in Yuhuai's field, there was another entanglement and struggle that I couldn't understand and the level of distress was not inferior to me.
Looking back at Han Xu, the situation is much simpler.
There is always a kind of "unmoved" on Han Xu's face, cold and calm. When he believes that a certain road is right, even if someone next to him tells him that the side road is full of gold, he will not take another look.
If Yu Huai’s ambition refers to "Although I don’t want to eat fruit, as long as I see the fruit that may be picked up, I will definitely try it.
Then Han Xu’s ambition is
I only I want to lower my head and hurry, so I have to go to the end no matter what the way is. What if I can get good fruits when I jump up."
This is simply what I said to β while sitting on the sports field during the school celebration.
Of course, her original words are much more disgusting and lyrical, and it is inconvenient to repeat.
Sometimes, when I am distracted, I look at the back of Jian and Han Xu, silently curious, is simplicity the fruit of Han Xu? If she is not, will Han Xu's "unmoved" that she loves, give her the most ironic ending?
What about me?
I lowered my head and touched the thin grid of Tianzi, and sighed softly.
If I were also a fruit, I am afraid that Yu Huai not only does not need to jump up, but also has to bend down to pick it up.
For a second, I suddenly had a strong motivation to become a fruit growing on the top of the tree.
I also want to take a look at the scenery from the heights, blow the wind from the heights, and then quietly wait for a monkey to jump up and catch me.
Of course, after a second, I was back to normal.
I can't reach the fruit, nor can I pick up gold. I am a poor lame.
I lifted my head from my wild thoughts, and not surprisingly, I saw exactly the same in β's eyes, pitying the two fools.
"Oh, this kid," β put the last few oranges into his mouth together and said vaguely, "it seems to be late."
Before she could finish speaking, she was hit hard from behind by a blackboard eraser. β wailed and jumped off Zhu Yao's table.
"Work for the old lady!" simply stood in front of the blackboard with arms akimbo and shouted.
I put on my down jacket, picked up my school bag, and habitually looked back at the window before leaving.
It was already dark outside, and under the bright lights of the classroom, my own somewhat bloated figure was reflected on the glass, which was particularly clear.
Another slipped away silently during the day.
But today I didn't feel so flustered. I think of Yu Huai and said, Geng Geng, you will get better and better in the future.
Yes, since he said so, he should.
The fruit is buried in the ground, and one day, a tree will grow out of the soil.
Geng Geng, come on.
No.169
My dad said that it was almost the end of the year, and my mother was so busy at the bank that she wanted to take me to relax this weekend, but suddenly there was a bureau in the department who wanted to accompany customers, so she couldn't come.
I didn't feel very disappointed because I didn't know she was coming to accompany me before. Anyway, this weekend I have already planned to settle down and study hard, and never sleep in again.
But when it comes to determination, I have been fighting this stuff since I entered kindergarten. I have made a lot of determination. When I was in elementary school, I made up my mind that I would never forget to bring paint in art classes, and I would never be caught by a weekly student because I didn’t wear a red scarf when I entered the school gate in the morning. Holding the daily life tips section of the newspaper in a hurry, he said to me,
Don’t run, I’m getting shorter and shorter and hurt my knees. I said, Dad, don’t worry, I haven’t started running yet, I decided to start playing badminton tomorrow.
As a result, the expensive rackets made of carbon materials that my dad specially bought for me kept hanging behind my door to dust. I remember that when I first bought it, I asked my dad stupidly, "You are a fool, why are your two rackets bought separately? Everyone buys a pair." My dad looked at his high-end racket with pity, as if seeing the end of both of them at a glance.
But this final exam is life-threatening, and I will not give up casually.
After dinner on Friday night, I washed my hands and started cleaning my desk. My table is not small, but it may be so sloppy because it is not small. I moved all the messy papers, workbooks, novels, and miscellaneous things on the table to the ground, then ran to the kitchen, took a rag and started to wipe the table.
My dad rushed to hear the news and asked me, "What are you doing?"
"Re-behave." I said lightly.
In order to show determination, I decided to be cooler for a while. Start talking less.
"Re-behave, what are you doing to clean up the table?"
I do not know either. Why every time I draw up a new life plan, whether it is an overall plan or a partial plan, I have to toss my little house first.
I moved here when I was six years old. It has been ten years. The kitchen remains clean and tidy under maintenance, but the walls have been scorched into a faint brown yellow by the smoke. My little room is not so obvious at first glance, but I always feel that it is connected with my blood. Any new determination that is formed on the way home and is clear and eager in my mind will be in the old swivel chair before I sit in the desk Time is worn out. Yesterday’s me is still printed on the messy pile of paper. It's wet and doesn't burn any enthusiasm.
Aunt Qi also poked her head out from the door: "Geng Geng, do you want Auntie to help you?"
"It's okay," I didn't look up, "Thank you Aunt Qi, I can handle it myself."
I gritted my teeth and flattened the pages of the paper, aligning the corners and stacking them into a pile, and then gathered all the stationery I had thrown around into a pile. It's a pity that not everything is square and square. After I cleaned the table, I started to put things on the table, and it was almost full again. If I throw two things around while studying, I will immediately return to the original state.
I was standing in the middle of the ground with my arms akimbo, and I was getting a little annoyed.
To be honest, I really don't have any talent for housework, so I can only be a strong woman.
What's the matter?
Lack of storage tools. I suddenly realized.
When I looked up at my dad, I could feel my eyes glow.
My dad covered his forehead with his hand, instead of looking at me, he just sighed softly, "Is it going to spend money again?"
He has been waiting for this sentence, like a prophet.
No.170
I rejected my dad’s friendly suggestion: Tomorrow is Saturday, and your Aunt Qi and I are going to Wal-Mart. Then I will bring you a few boxes and folders.
My enthusiasm is originally a young flame, how can I use the flood of time to extinguish it?
I've had this problem since I was a child, and my mother called this "remembering one thing is one thing". She hated me for this anyway. When I want something, if I can think of a valid reason, I can't wait for a moment, as if there is fire on my butt. My mother herself is a turbulent person, but she just can't understand my urgency.
On the contrary, my dad pampers me every time. He would say that if the child is enthusiastic, let her do it. If she can't persist, she will remember it next time.
I have never had a long memory, and I am very sorry to my dad.
My dad looked helplessly as I put on my hat and scarf and rushed downstairs to help me open the security door. When I passed by him, I don't know if his tolerance and speechlessness suddenly moved me. I actually stopped and said to him, Dad, believe me, I will definitely be able to pass the exam this time.
No one in my family has the habit of talking big, and I have never swears this kind of oath before. Even my dad gave me the wish of repaying Zhenhua. I was so scared that I wanted to kill him righteously, so I thoughtlessly said this. It shocked both of us.
My dad laughed suddenly, like a slow motion in a movie. I don't know if it was my dizziness or he really laughed too slowly.
"Well, Dad has always believed in you."
I didn't know what to say, and as soon as I lowered my head, I continued to run downstairs.
I'm sure, I just moved the stationery shop downstairs upstairs, my dad won't have any comments.
No.171
After I ran out of all the plastic folders, portfolios, paper clips and storage cartons I bought, and the house was reorganized, I decided to take a break.
It was 8:30 in the evening, so I went to watch the TV for a while, and then sat in front of the computer in the living room to play two rounds of solitaire and most of the rounds of minesweeping.
When I was having fun, Xiao Linfan suddenly climbed over from the sofa and said in a very low voice while looking at the screen: "Sister, listen to me, but don't look back. Uncle Geng is watching you. Stop playing. ."
I paused, my neck stiffened.
"Also," he continued in a quieter voice, "Don't click there, there is thunder there."
No.172
Almost immediately, I stretched my waist and pretended that nothing happened and said to Lin Fan: "You can go on playing, my sister won't steal it from you, my sister has been studying for a day, so tired, I have to change my mind. Now that I have enough rest, my sister is going to study!"
Lin Fan glanced at the door of the living room quickly, and then whispered, "Uncle Geng is gone."
I let out a sigh: "I'm quick, right?"
"Well," Lin Fan nodded vigorously, "but the acting skills are too fake. Too much talk seems guilty."
What's the matter with this kid? Is it an illusion to behave like a cat when I first met?
The corners of my mouth twitched and watched Xiao Linfan quickly occupy my position, and dexterously cleared the endgame that I had not finished sweeping for a long time, and then started running his newly installed gunman named "Max Payne" Break the game.
At that moment, I kind of wondered if my dad had been standing at the door of the living room and staring at me.
Are you kidding me?
But when I sat back at the desk, I was a little grateful to him. I have changed my mind and died in this step countless times. I cleaned the house and spent the money, and then there was nothing.
This time there must be then.
I carefully took out the small square grid book from my school bag, then took out the kraft paper I bought specially just now, and carefully covered it.
The cover of the Tianzi grid itself is too thin. After it is wrapped, it can't be glued to the hard kraft paper. As soon as you open it, the whole book turns over like a dead frog. I thought about it, then picked up the stapler and ordered all the loose parts tightly.
Yu Huai would laugh at me for formalism again, right?
However, this time the book cover of the new textbook is different.
It's not the same anyway.