"Jingle Bell ......"

The crisp bell rang, this is the bell for the end of the second class, and a few minutes later, the students at the school gate rushed out, they walked together and were full of youth, as if the sun was dazzling but not scorching, they were all seventeen or eighteen years old, which made the people passing by the school gate have to sigh that they are really young.

If you are lucky enough to see a girl whose figure is proportional to her beautiful face, while feeding her eyeballs, she will sigh by the way that in a few years, I don't know which pig will be able to arch this good cabbage.

Today is the last vacation for the senior high school students of the first middle school in Anning County, Xingcheng, only one and a half days, a month later, they will meet the college entrance examination this single-plank bridge, although falling on this single-plank bridge may not be broken on the road of life, and crossing the past may not be able to proudly walk on the road.

But as the protagonists of the college entrance examination, senior high school students have to admit that this is the first critical intersection they encounter.

The gaokao is a passport to college, and before that, it was a baggage.

The broadcast gymnastics is coming to an end, and several dormitories dedicated to the third year of high school are gradually quieting down, and the senior students only have two classes today.

A young girl with a calm expression sat near the window, the sun shining beside her, and she held up a book, not a textbook or a novel, but "The Spiritual Will", which could never be found in the school library, and its author, a madman philosopher, Nice.

Or perhaps the obscure "Spiritual Will" is amusing enough to the eyes of the girl, whose white and flawless face occasionally appears with a touching smile, and it is obvious that she is already in the book, so that she does not notice it when the knock at the door rings in succession half an hour later.

The person who knocked on ......the door seemed to be sure that there was someone in this dormitory, and the originally soft knocking sound was slightly worse.

The girl holding the book frowned, did Zhou Qing carelessly forget to bring something home?

She clipped the bookmark and placed the book on the only desk next to it that didn't have anything left.

After the girl got up, her tall figure was unobstructed, and her youthful and lively ponytail was warped with her footsteps, coupled with her delicate face, far beyond the development of the level line, it is no wonder that her grades have always been in the middle and lower reaches, and she has stepped into this high school since the age of thirteen is one of the most eye-catching school flowers, and it is well deserved.

Because the boys who have the confidence to hand her love letters are all the best in the school, and there are even more boys who don't have the confidence to impress her and attract her attention, but unfortunately no one has ever gained her favor.

"Hello Mr. Li. It's not Zhou Qing, so there was more confusion in her tone, why the homeroom teacher, who didn't communicate much even in class, would come to her at this time.

"Aren't you ready to go home? Teacher Li, the head teacher, asked with a smile.

I have to say that this teacher Li is very affinity, she has put her hands on the girl's shoulders as she spoke, her movements are gentle and natural, and her smile is so kind that it is impossible to refuse, and then she walked two steps into the dormitory, withdrew one hand, and the other hand changed from a tie to a hug.

This is something that many boys in the school dream of.

The girl named Zhao Qingqing obviously had a moment of stiffness, and the girls in the same dormitory who were familiar with her knew that she didn't like anyone to have physical contact with her, even when handing over books, she would pay extra attention to avoid touching between her fingers, so she participated in the small circle between girls, but she never had any girlfriends, let alone the popular blue-faced confidantes who worshipped brothers and sisters.

Then it's not surprising that the table at the same table talked with her on the surface, but secretly hated her "coldness".

In fact, compared to those taciturn classmates, her attitude towards the people around her is far from cold, which is evidenced by enough boys for her——— every love letter written to her, whether subtle or warm, she will reply seriously, although the content is not so pleasant.

"It's inconvenient to go home, and I only asked for leave a few days ago, and now it's only a day and a half of vacation, didn't Teacher Li go home either?" Zhao Qingqing replied with a smile, she already understood the intention of this homeroom teacher, just to ask her to invite parents, or simply do a profound home visit.

Because two days ago, she punched a boy in the next class to the hospital, with a perforated eardrum, of course, using someone else's textbook, and she didn't like to touch the palm of her hand with a boy with an oily face.

And two weeks ago, her previous physics teacher was beaten by her and three fingers were comminuted and fractured, if the physics teacher deserved it, after all, the crime of "molesting girls" is not a joke, even if the physics teacher with a bad reputation shouted that he was wronged, and the boy with a perforated eardrum in the next class was really a little wronged, just scratched her ponytail as if he was joking.

In fact, the physics teacher was really wronged, but when a fifteen-year-old beautiful girl was in the same incident as a male teacher with a bad reputation and a criminal record, who would believe the latter?

"The teacher's home is far away in the magic capital, of course it is impossible to go back. Li Diefei, the head teacher who is a few centimeters taller than Zhao Qingqing, and is young and has some charm that little girls can't envy, replied.

She couldn't understand why this student, who had always been out of step with others in her eyes, despite trying her best to hide it, was so confrontational with her, even if the other party had already guessed that she was going to visit her home.

Because of her poor background and humble family background, she is not welcome? If this is the case, she understands.

But she knows very well that the other party is not a girl with low self-esteem.

"Teacher, please be seated. Zhao Qingqing smiled generously, pointed to the stool she had just sat on, and without waiting for the other party to spread her hand, she sat on her bed unhurriedly, the international metropolis of the magic capital is indeed very far away, at least so far that she has never been there, so there is nothing to talk about.

Zhao Qingqing's action was very ordinary, but it made Li Diefei have a very ridiculous feeling, and he seemed to underestimate this student again.

Li Diefei was able to enter Imperial Capital University as the top student in the college entrance examination in the magic city, and finally graduated perfectly as the president of the student union, so no one dared to underestimate her IQ and EQ, so Zhao Qingqing's simple action became complicated and profound after her interpretation.

Zhao Qingqing is a "mediocre talent" who skips grades in junior and senior high schools, why do you say that?

Skipping a grade and being mediocre were originally incompatible, but from the sixth grade of primary school to the third year of junior high school, and from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, and the students whose grades can only be in the middle of the stream, in front of the top students in Kyoto, they must not be called geniuses, as for why they feel that they underestimate this student again, of course, Li Diefei originally felt that Zhao Qingqing was not simple, at least not as ordinary as her grades.

Just saw the book "Spiritual Will" on the desktop, Li Diefei began to read it by herself, she wanted to see how Zhao Qingqing would react in this environment, usually when students are alone with the teacher, they will be extremely restrained and uneasy, and those with poor mentality will be at a loss.

Zhao Qingqing did not disappoint her, and picked up a book from the bedside sideways, which was Mao Mao's "Sahara Story", and read it with relish, without the slightest awareness of the teacher's presence, you must know that the school strictly prohibits high school students from reading non-designated novels, not to mention that the college entrance examination is imminent.

For a while, both teachers and students were a little "completely forgetful", Li Diefei studied environmental resources and development economics in college, so he was quite uninterested in philosophy books, of course, at Kyoto University, if he had never heard of the philosophical giant Nice, it would be ridiculous.

In fact, more than one or two people have recommended this book to her, and the reviews are different but all different, such as "the madman whines", "it will make you see another world", "extreme authors, extreme thoughts", etc., but she has not read it, because there are too many people who approach her under various pretexts.

She didn't have time to verify whether someone else's book was worth reading, and then give the other person a reason to get closer again when she returned it, so this was the first time she had held the book.

The tone of this proposition is really not ordinary!

Li Diefei couldn't help but smack her tongue, this was a big challenge to the worldview and values at that time, right? After she finished reading the chapter title, she thought of the word "intolerable", so that the many alternative evaluations of the book by those who recommended the book in her memory seemed to be decent.

Gradually, Mr. Li Diefei couldn't put it down, and there was another important factor in this, the notes that occasionally appeared on the pages of the book, the words were sharp and to the point, and the wild font was definitely not from Zhao Qingqing's hand.

Although Zhao Qingqing's words have a rare heroic spirit in the tip of a girl's pen, but when it comes to wildness, even if it is a calligraphy master, few are worthy of these two words, which is a kind of free and easy from the soul, not something that can be learned by speaking, and copying is not good.