After more than a month, the whole city was immersed in the hot summer. After Mr. Liu's words, Yang Feng's heart was greatly encouraged, and every word was engraved in his mind. In the spacious classroom, the students were listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, although the blue curtains blocked part of the sunlight, but Yang Feng, who was sitting against the window, could see the light scattered on his face like stars through the subtle gaps in the cotton curtains. The only sound of the teacher's lecture could be heard in the classroom, and the chalk ash was still shining in the sunlight, slowly spreading like fireflies in the classroom. Yang Feng was holding a water-based pen in his hand, constantly playing with it, his mind was not in class at all, because after so many things, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have done something wrong, but he didn't completely think about what it was.

The water in the red bucket next to the blackboard was gently blown by the wind, and the water waves reflected the teacher's figure layer by layer. Take a deep breath and the smell of books fills the air. Turning the pages of the textbook, I saw the English questions of the black on a white background. Occasionally, it's Martin Luther King's generous speech, and occasionally it's the inspiring Make a big difference. The students looked at the jumping chalk on the blackboard with inquisitive eyes, trying to memorize the knowledge in their minds.

Because Yang Feng was already familiar with the English texts and after-class words he was currently learning, he did not focus on learning English, and the knowledge that was relatively outdated for him did not arouse his interest at all. In the sky outside the window, the floating white clouds turned into a castle for a while, and then turned into a sika deer, looking through the playground, and the vehicles on the road came and went.

Wang Ziling seems to have let go of the feelings in her heart, or temporarily put it down. At least she has now devoted herself wholeheartedly to her studies, her face is still so bright in the sun, and her clear eyes are no longer mixed with the slightest grievance and sadness. The silky hands were constantly recording new words that she had never seen before, and while recording quickly, they were silently closing the warm and pink lips.

The bell rang for the end of class, and everything seemed to come so suddenly, and the ringing bell broke the silence at this time. Relying on the things that he has experienced during this period of time, it seems that Yang Feng still stirs up layers of waves in his heart. But in the eyes of his world, the students still stood up as usual, bowed to the teacher, and said "goodbye, teacher". And what exactly happened in this, only he knows best.

The silent classroom began to become noisy, with students talking and laughing, chatting with each other, kicking shuttlecocks in the classroom, and singing pop songs in the classroom. Yang Feng buried his head slowly, so noisy that his heart felt even more unpeaceful.

At this time, the squad leader hurriedly walked over and patted Yang Feng on the shoulder: "Yang Feng, do you remember the signing up for the sports meeting a month ago?"

- "Well, I remember", Yang Feng answered the squad leader's question in a lazy voice, and the squad leader looked at Yang Feng's lazy appearance and didn't want to disturb too much, but thinking of the upcoming sports meeting, and Yang Feng had never participated in training yet, so he decided to let Yang Feng try it.

"The sports day is about to start, you don't have to go to the next class, I will explain the situation to the teacher, you go to the physical education teacher to try the speed."

Yang Feng slowly raised his head, not wanting to struggle out of this tranquility, he didn't even say a word, just yawned, stretched his waist, and nodded to the squad leader by the way. The class leader, thinking that he had brought the words, did not say anything more, and returned to his seat and began to recite the English words.

Wang Ziling and a few other girls had just come back from outside, and when they saw Yang Feng standing up and about to walk out of the classroom, they asked, "You won't be in the next class?"

"Hmm. Yang Feng just replied softly.

"He must have something unspeakable, and his heart is very painful", Wang Ziling thought to himself.

The sun outside was even more dazzling, and before I even started running, drops of sweat oozed from my skin. Yang Feng shielded the sun with his hands, looked at the birds flying in the sky, and thought "If I were this bird soaring in the blue sky, how good it would be", Yang Feng was not deeply involved in the world, and this scene, one incident after another, added a lot of troubles out of thin air in his young mind: because he knew that Wang Ziling had a good impression of him, because he knew that ARP network disconnection technology could be applied to network attacks, because he knew that it was a deception to help Zhisheng Machinery write programs to deal with inspections. In his heart, he may have already made an evaluation of himself. And the distress of teenagers always comes from this, before doing something wrong, they don't know how much harm their actions will cause to innocent people, and when they think about all this, they will inevitably struggle in their hearts.

He ran slowly, looking down at the plastic track under his feet: only by running on the right track can he win the first place, and if he doesn't run on the track or stagnates, he will not even qualify for the first place.

Regarding Wang Ziling's feelings, that way of dealing with them seems to be like standing at the starting line of the runway, stopping at a moment's notice. The more you try to escape, the more you can't get the answer you really want, but the question is, what is the answer you want?

Douda's sweat dripped down his cheeks and fell on the runway, just like Wang Ziling hugged himself from behind that day, tears soaked his clothes, on the one hand, are he worthy of Wang Ziling? On the other hand, if he didn't think about how to reply to this relationship that had not yet begun, he could only keep consuming like this, which would be a huge harm to each other.

He began to feel some soreness in his legs, and that pain was just enough to hide the pain and confusion in his heart. He gasped, his heart pounding wildly in his solid chest, and his arms were filled with energy, as if he could touch the future with his outstretched hand, tearing apart all darkness. How can ordinary people experience and understand that complex and mixed thoughts?

"One kilometer pace, 3 minutes and 12 seconds. When Yang Feng crossed the finish line, the physical education teacher pressed the stopwatch and reported Yang Feng's results, but when he turned around and wanted to shout the next one, Yang Feng switched to the outer circle, burst out with a stronger speed and ran like flying, and rushed out of 200 meters in an instant.

Yang Feng secretly made up his mind in his heart: "Now I am not worthy of Wang Ziling, because I feel deeply guilty in my heart." So I'm going to be strong, I'm going to be stronger, strong enough to beat all darkness, strong enough to control my life, strong enough to give everyone a sense of happiness!, until I become the best IT engineer in the world!", he clenched his fists, sweat soaking through his clothes.