Chapter 47: Breakpoint (1)

(No.228—No.237)
No.228
Five days later, the parent meeting will be.
The results of the final exam are not as oppressive as the midterm exam. It may be because the joy of the holiday has diminished the panic. After leaving the crowded classroom, there is no need to make intuitive and naked comparisons with the people around. People will naturally feel uncomfortable. less.
After my dad came back from the parent meeting, he said that Zhang Ping praised me for making great progress. I grabbed the dense list of rankings and squatted over the coffee table to look at it carefully.
With a perfect score of 150 in mathematics, I actually got 120 in this test! You know, my mathematics still hovered at 80 points last time, failing!
Other subjects are not much different from the mid-term exams, but after my estimation, I am probably ranked 30th in the class this time, and advanced by more than 10 places.
I was so happy that I couldn't close my mouth holding the ranking table, and immediately wanted to rush to the room to send a text message to Yu Huai.
"By the way, Geng Geng, I talked with your teacher Zhang, we all think you still have great potential. If you go to study when you are in the second grade of high school, you will definitely have no problem on the first line. Work hard. , Maybe you can go to a school of the level of China University of Political Science and Law."
I paused when I returned to the room.
"Oh, there is still half a semester, let's talk about it." I said with a smile.
No.229
The winter vacation came vigorously.
The winter here is too cold. I don’t have any desire to go out during the whole holiday. I only get up until ten o’clock every day. After washing up, I eat a little bit of food at random. Even if my efficiency is low, I still sit at the desk and finish the holiday. A "learning plan" formulated with ambition.
Just after the holiday, I went to the largest book wholesale market in our city and bought the textbooks and exercise books for mathematics, physics and chemistry for the next semester.
Of course, I am not so diligent by nature. The reason for making plans is that besides my favorite "re-behave" and life planning, it is the encouragement of final exam results and Yu Huai's supervision.
After I sent him a text message to announce the good news, Yu Huai's reaction was: "You can still do better in the test."
I have no doubt about it. My ambitions are all placed in the next semester, and I will prove that I can also study science, even if I am stupid than others, just fly first.
My dad started lobbying me at dinner again, taking Xiao Linfan for a "winter morning run" every day-what a joke! Facing Xiaolinfan's gloating face across the table, I had to roll my eyes secretly.
Lin Fan, a kid who is less than ten years old, has energy. Last year, I don’t know if it is the sports lottery or the welfare lottery agency that has paid for a lot of colorful citizen fitness equipment in our community, forming a small playground, and quickly sparking a battle between the bear kids and the elderly. . Although Lin Fan’s little classmates do not live nearby, there is an elementary school next to my community. During the holidays, the children use this paradise as a base. As a result, Lin Fan also knows many new friends and runs every day. Go downstairs and play for hours before coming up. On a snowy day when the north wind was whistling, he could also play as a steaming meat bun.
This vigorous vitality contrasts sharply with my lifeless high school student, who either sits in front of the TV or sits at the desk thinking about it every day at home.
However, Lin Fan's good days soon ended. In the second week after the start of the holiday, Aunt Qi gave Xiao Linfan an Olympiad class, an English class and a taekwondo class, which is popular among different age groups in our city recently.
I couldn't help but start to imagine the little bean sprouts yelling in an vain attempt to kick the wooden plank, but in the next second he covered his feet with tears and curled up into prawns.
Unexpectedly, before I was happy for a few seconds, I learned that my dad, who was a thief, had also enrolled me in a taekwondo class.
So I rushed to the Provincial Exhibition Hall for class in the cold weather together with the little boy who had just reached my shoulder. Xiao Linfan put on a white taekwondo suit, with a spirited spirit. And me...
"Sister, it looks pretty. You wear this, like a sauna suit."
My first taekwondo class was also the last. Because most of the students in the elementary class are children, their bodies are very soft, and stretching the ligaments is a trivial matter; and I, the moment the coach helped me press my legs, called me worse than the woman who found the body in "Conan" .
No.230
Wu's can't write, anyway, my dad is determined to let me go out in the wind and snow every day. It just happens that New Oriental has just begun to expand from its Beijing base camp. Every winter and summer vacation, it will come to our second- and third-tier cities to hold short-term training courses. With the help of my colleagues in the office, my dad finally got a place in the third row and spent a little more reservation fee, so he felt very good about himself.
"So?" I looked up from the pile of books.
"There is no need for psychological pressure. Dad doesn't find it hard."
"...What's the hard work?"
My dad didn't expect that his hard work didn't get my gratitude at all.
Nonsense, who wants to travel most of the city in the winter to the Medical University to listen to New Oriental! My dad enrolled in the morning class, which started at 8:30 and ended at 4:30. In order to collect money, there were more than 200 people in the small classroom. Two hours of class would cause polio to sit down! Do you want to murder your own daughter? !
My dad raised his head and said with a haha ​​smile: "If you play this set with me, then you die to show me!"
...
But he didn't expect that I would send him a text message after the first class, saying that he was ignorant before and thanked him for his hard work.
My dad would not understand if he wanted to break his head, how could his daughter suddenly be so gentle and sensible.
Since the first class just started, I started to look around doing exercises because my buttocks hurt when I was sitting on a chair with a moving table.
Suddenly in the corner of the classroom, I saw Yu Huai at a glance.
No.231
I had heard about New Oriental's teaching methods before, so I didn't show the novelty and excitement of the few students around me.
In order to attract the attention of the students during the high-intensity training, all the teachers of New Oriental must be part-time stand-up comedians. In fact, the experience is a little deeper after the class: New Oriental's class is not so difficult, if the teacher does not speak serious knowledge.
The female teacher who taught us the listening course was Renee, a senior student from China Foreign Affairs University, from Beijing. This is the first time I have heard of this school that enrolls students in batches in advance. This female teacher looks very ordinary, but her temperament is outstanding. She wears clothes in style, loose, but exceptionally good-looking, with a pure Mandarin accent and a slightly hoarse voice. She is also the only one of the four teachers who doesn't tell jokes much, of course it may be to save energy.
During the break between classes, I finished copying the last few notes on the blackboard and looked up and saw her leaning against the podium, looking blankly at the laughing high school students below.
I can feel the superiority that is not arrogant in her, passing through the noisy crowd with a hint of coolness in the hot classroom.
What is she thinking? Will her daily life be rich and interesting?
Will I grow into such a woman in the future?
I closed the notes that were full of confusable words in listening, and a melancholy but eager complex emotion rose in my heart. For a while, I forgot to meet Yu Huai.
The break between classes was delayed by me. When class resumed, I saw Yu Huai returning to his corner and sitting down from a distance, so I took out my mobile phone and sent him a text message.
"what are you doing?"
He quickly replied: "Class."
"What class do you have during the holidays?"
"Learn cross stitch."
Bastard. I gritted my teeth and continued to send: "Then guess what I am doing?"
"Aren't you embroidering cross stitch too?"
I was taken aback, and instinctively looked in his direction. Under the barrier of heavy human heads, I saw in the gap, Yu Huai grinned at me with a small white tooth.
No.232
Resting at noon, I hopped across a large row of chairs to find Yu Huai.
Somehow, someone you can see at school every day, even if you like it in your heart, you don't think so. But suddenly meeting it outside of school made me a little shy. It's really strange.
"Shall we eat together?"
"Okay." He buttoned his coat.
We are going to eat alone outside of school. I started digging into the ground with my toes uncontrollably again.
"When did you see me?" I asked with a smile.
"When you entered the classroom, you rushed in like a bear and brought down a row of stools. You can be seen by a person." Yu Huai looked at me contemptuously.
It starts at ten o'clock every day and suddenly changes to waking up at seven. It is inevitable to be late. I scratched my nose embarrassedly.
"But you're really good, you got such a good position. When I got the news, it was very late, and I could only sit in such a ghost place. I couldn't see the blackboard clearly."
"Aren't there still TVs?" I pointed to a few TVs hanging in the middle of the classroom.
"I have a small blister in my right eye this morning. I don't know if it is a stye. It is a little fuzzy when I look at things. It hurts after staring at the TV screen for a long time." He picked up his schoolbag and tugged my sleeve. "Let's go. "
The phone in my pocket rang before I reached the gate.
It turned out to be my dad.
I picked it up suspiciously: "Dad?"
"Why don't you come out? People are almost gone, right? I'm at the door. I'll take you to lunch today at noon."
My head thumped.
No.233
"Why?" I asked tremblingly.
"What's the matter?" My dad smiled warmly, "What is weird about Dad's inviting you to dinner? Tell me about you, don't you go to class, and text me to say thank you. Dad should create learning conditions for you. Is it true? Whom did your kid learn from? You are kind to Dad."