This day officially started, the playground was full of students, the sophomores, juniors and freshmen of high school started school together, and the new semester and new life officially began on this day.

There was nothing unusual about everything, Meng Yu's life went on as usual, but she found a big problem, she couldn't keep up with the high school courses except for Chinese and history.

In particular, Yang Rui's mathematics gave her the most headache, what the hell are things like sets and functions, as well as the geography and politics that she is proud of. It doesn't matter what galaxy is geography, what is the height of the sun, what geological rocks are limestone, etc., she is not going to archaeology.

Politics is economics, Meng Yu doesn't understand that this can be regarded as a liberal arts? English is fine, but there are too many words, too many texts and grammar, not to mention science, the teacher has not yet finished ten minutes of class Meng Yu is lying on the table.

As for language and history, she is interested because she has read a lot of extracurricular books, and she likes these things with stories, and if she digs deep and savores them, she feels like she has gone to another world, which is wonderful.

She had a feeling that she wasn't really good for science.

The fourth period in the morning was Yang Lan's Chinese class, and Meng Yu, who had slept for almost three classes, finally had some energy now, and finally got to the class she liked.

Yang Lan asked the boys to go and hug all the poems they wrote last night, it seems that Yang Lan is going to comment on the poems they wrote in this class, Meng Yu has some small expectations in her heart.

This is the first time she has written a poem, and it is also the first time it has taken so short to finish.

Yang Lan praised some classmates for writing well, including Mu Ye, Wu Fang, Lu Qian and other students, but not Meng Yu.

She displayed the poems written by these classmates on the computer one by one for others to enjoy.

Meng Yu saw the poems written by Mu Ye, which were indeed very good, and the intention was also very good, but she felt that it was a little profound, not like it could be written at their age.

She had a feeling that these intentions were infused with emotions when she wrote them, and these emotions were real, and she must have experienced something.

Yang Lan finished showing their works one by one, and when she came into contact with the next book, she hesitated, and her expression was a little dignified, this was written by a female classmate named Fang Ting.

Fang Ting, Meng Yu, didn't have much impression, during the military training, she was Chen Shen except for playing a lot with the other three people of "110", and she didn't have no contact with the other people in the class, but she had very little contact.

But Fang Ting's impression on her is white, her face is miserable white, she doesn't like to talk, it's either that she is cold or feels that she has her own style. Meng Yu had never seen her take the initiative to talk to anyone, but someone else came to say a few words to her, and then there was nothing to say.

What everyone didn't expect was that Yang Lan actually asked Fang Ting to read it herself, instead of showing the poems she wrote to everyone to see.

Originally, the class was stirred up by the well-written students in front of them when they showed their works, because some of them were love poems, but now the noisy atmosphere instantly became quiet, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Meng Yu also held his breath.

You must know that letting this person who usually has a weak sense of presence in the class read poetry, which is still quite attractive to others, what will happen?

Fang Ting stood up under everyone's gaze, and read the poem she wrote with some shyness and panic:

- A bird in a cage loses its wings

- No one would have thought that it was the cage that broke its wings

— deprived of its freedom

- Imprisoned it here

- It yearns for the blue sky

- It cries, it hesitates, cries and begs for mercy like a frightened fawn

- But it's useless, who doesn't listen to it

- The cage tortured it to its heart's content, forcing it to act like a madman

- Ironically, it thinks it's right

— and those who caught the birds in cages were with it

- Torture the birds to death together

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