I'm a junior in high school, and I only transferred to the school at this time last semester, and this school is very good, and generally speaking, it won't transfer the kind of people who transfer, but it's especially for students from other places, it's generally impossible to get in.

It was my uncle who had a lot to do with me to transfer me in, and it cost some money, and I also worked very hard, and on the day of the interview, the instructor also took a translated paper and gave it to me, and after I finished this English paper, I finished all the rest of the other history papers, and everyone nodded and said with satisfaction after reading it.

"Okay, you don't have to take the test now, it seems that the grades are still good, and the foundation is okay, so you can come to school from next Monday." ”

I'm really a kid who loves to learn, because I really don't know what I'm supposed to do except study, I really don't have any other skills, in fact, I'm not proficient in speaking, but my learning is very good.

Especially when my parents died in a car accident, I was basically in a state of self-isolation for the whole six months, I basically didn't communicate with anyone, and my uncle once told me that when he heard me talking, it was because he heard me reading the English word aloud in my room one night.

Before I transferred to the school, I was the representative of the English department, and I basically forgot which words I memorized that day, but I felt that coming here to study was the only opportunity I had.

After I came here, I found that my English is not particularly good, maybe I am from the township, the children, the school here, the basic English teachers, all foreign teachers.

And this foreign teacher has particularly high requirements for students, and has a strong sense of arrogance.

I remember one time when I was speaking in class, I raised my hand, and the English teacher asked me to answer a question, but when he heard one of my pronunciations, he immediately frowned, and criticized very seriously, I had a very strong Chinese pronunciation.

I also said that one of my languages is very thin, without a sense of three-dimensionality, and lacks some touching romantic tones.

Since then I have been really vulnerable, because I am sensitive, because this foreign language that makes you proud has become a joke in their eyes.

I was really vulnerable at that time, because I lost my parents, I lost me, my home lost all the happiness everything, everything was disrupted in this moment of peace.

I had to stay at my uncle's house for this reason, and I had to see my aunt's face, who was not a very kind person, and maybe the pressure of life or various reasons were a bit harsh on me.

I have a cousin who is not very good at studying, but in order to show my place in the family, my cousin who I like very well teaches her a lot of English problems, and even helps her with Olympiad problems.

There is no way but to do this, to prove that I still have a place in this family, otherwise I will stay in my uncle's house, and I will not know what I should do.

It's really under the fence.

Before the age of 18, in fact, I used to be the pearl of my parents' palms, and I was also a proud one, wearing a puffy skirt every day, and I was also the teacher's most proud protégé, and a good boy who was the envy of the neighbors, but all these beautiful illusions were shattered.

Everything I had been relying on was gone, and no matter how good my grades were, it was useless because my parents would never see me again, and they would never be able to put a smile on their faces.

I'm sad, I'm sad, I'm often alone on the basketball court, looking up at the stars.

One night after self-study, I came to this court again, sat alone, and looked at the stars in the sky, looking for a smile from my parents, as if the closest place to me was those bright stars.

I sat there alone and thought about a lot of things, too many things when I was a child, and remembered that my parents cared for me, took me to many places to play, and let me go to all the places that could satisfy me.

When I was a child, there was a kind of marshmallow, stirring in the machine, and I could sit on a big fluffy mass, like the color of a cloud, and when I ate it, I would involuntarily bury my face directly in it, and there would be a lot of candy on my face.

At that time, my father took a lot of pictures of my past with a camera and some of those touching memories.

At this time I cried very sadly, I was really sad, how I wished that the best happiness in the past was back in front of me, I didn't want to be an orphan now, I was sad, I was scared.

At this time, all of a sudden, I don't know where to go, a boy came out, he looked down at me, and handed me a napkin.

I figured it out for a few seconds, and I didn't expect such a boy to be on this lonely basketball court like me? I didn't even bother to pick up his napkin, but he just put the window next to my stool, turned around and left.

Later, on the second day of class, I found out that he was actually my classmate, he was the classmate sitting behind me, and his name was Han Liu.

Han Lei's father heard that he was a diplomat stationed abroad, and he had been living abroad until he was 10 years old, so he could speak very fluently and with an authentic British accent.

His pronunciation of the language is very authentic, really like a small violin, making a very pleasant sound.

He even often discussed the nations of the world with his teacher, and expressed his various preferences and tricky views on the characters of the world's famous characters with a very unique insight.

I envy him very often, and not only is he very good at English, but especially his physics is better, and I really don't accept people like him, because he really has a kind of genius that is very talented.

The most important thing is that this person is not only so, but also very not particularly diligent in playing with children, and often purely sabotage, and can also see the stitches to the side in the 10 minutes between classes to play a football, only to run back to the next class out of breath.

Such a talent is really jealous.

I remember that the physics teacher hated the students who were late, and for a long time, every 10 minutes between classes, when he ran to the side of the court to play football, he would always hurry back to the door of the classroom in a minute, and the physics teacher had already started the class two minutes early, so he would often stand in this door and be the door god.

And the physics teacher didn't plan to let him go, and Yima didn't care about his existence at all, as if he hadn't heard of it.

I remember that once I sent out the test papers during the midterm exam, so the physics teacher is actually a very tricky person, and he likes to send the papers from the top to the bottom.

Generally speaking, those students who study well like this kind of trick, which is of course very good, as long as their scores can be in broad daylight, isn't that very proud?

But the physics teacher didn't care about the self-esteem of the hurt scumbags, he didn't care that he was just judging people by scores.

As a result, when the exam papers were sent, the first person to talk about was Han Liu.

He got a perfect score of 150, which is a lot of points.

The physics teacher looked at Han Liu standing at the door, and said with a kind of hatred and reluctance, "What's the matter? What are you still standing there for? Haven't you come up to get your papers?"

The whole class is holding their heads and looking at the straight smile, of course it is impossible to reach out, so this is completely impossible for the physics teacher to download.

Of course, Han Liu was also generous, ran directly to the podium, took the teacher's test paper directly, and bowed to the teacher with reason: "Thank you for the teacher's teaching, the teacher's teaching is really wise!"

There are a lot of outstanding students like our school, really a lot, but there are really very few people like him who are so excellent in all aspects, and who are completely all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, art and labor.

So this situation like him has caused a lot of girls in our class who are not our entire grade to have a crush on him, and who wouldn't treat him like a prince charming?

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls are in love for the first time, and if they like someone, they will generally have fantasies, and this Han Liu is an object of our fantasies.

Of course I often hear girls talking about her hairstyle, her style and her every move, and of course I don't care about anything at all, because I don't have the mind at all, and I am immersed in the grief of losing my parents.

Well, the loss of my parents made it impossible for me to bear the more of this emotion in this world, and although he sat in the last row of me, I only occasionally communicated with him and talked about how to do these things, and nothing else was said at all.

I swear I really don't know anything about him, or what he looks like, I just have a vague idea, and I just don't know anything about what it looks like.

And what I really got in touch with Han Liu was the summer vacation of the second semester of my third year of high school.

Because according to the tradition of the school, we will prepare some programs at the beginning of the new semester, and the British teacher will ask us to make some arrangements for British drama, so I can't do it, I can only passively draw lots to belong to him.

Our group chose >, some chose >, and some chose >.

In this group exhibition match, we have to participate in the team competition later.

Actually, for me, I like this time a lot, because it can keep me away from the oppressive atmosphere of life in my uncle's house.

I was able to stay with my classmates, and the closer I got to the arrival of the Chinese New Year, the more I felt panicked and helpless.

Because it's a family reunion, and for me, it's like a stray cat.