Fang Ning: They still couldn't go to Changsha to visit Teacher Jiang.

Approaching the end of the semester, there are too many things to prepare, everyone can't take a break to do things other than studying, in addition to eating and sleeping is to study, and then studying, even if they sleep, they are thinking about how to maximize the benefit of time, and they are willing to turn a penny into two cents.

But the reality is that everyone doesn't have enough time, and while praying that the final exams won't come so soon, giving them time to prepare for revision, and hoping that the winter vacation will come sooner in the cold winter, it fully reflects the ambivalence of 'both' and 'and'.

Fang Ning's other two main subjects, Chinese and English, are very good, but mathematics is relatively weak, which seriously drags him back, resulting in the current situation: his grades are neither excellent nor bad.

Grandpa was on the sofa and thought about it, and finally slapped his thigh and decided to enroll him in a math training class......... By the time Fang Ning knew about this, he was already powerless, and under his grandfather's obscenity, he didn't have the courage to overthrow the tyrannical peasants and turn over and sing, and honestly took his math textbook to go to cram school.

Fang Wei was still eating grapes on the sofa and secretly laughing at him, but it turned out that he gloated too early, and his grandfather also enrolled him in a bilingual interest class, and he suddenly burst into tears.

Fang Ning is still like this, not to mention the others, they are all very busy and anxious, Yu Xiaole still has a cram school to go to, and he doesn't stop from morning to night, just like a motor with firepower that can't stop.

In Lao Guang's bedroom, review materials with various mimeographed ink flavors are piled up on the desk, and even the cushion under the buttocks is a mock exam in the second year of junior high school, and the xx series of famous lectures.

In addition to attending various cram schools, Li Jiajia also has a series of interest classes such as piano and dance, which also belongs to the kind of busy people. Fang Zhou was able to go to Changsha, but they were all led by coaches, and they collectively participated in the physical training of a sports institute in Changsha, and they didn't have the time to come out, so they went to the central hospital to see Teacher Jiang's condition.

Cheng Xi usually reads books at home, brushes up on test questions, makes tea and does yoga at home on Saturdays, and goes to Shanying Taekwondo as a teaching assistant on Sundays, her life is the most relaxed.

But everyone didn't have time, and it was not good for her to visit the teacher alone.

One day, class 50 ended.

Yu Xiaole threw the pen on the ground, looked up to the sky and sighed, "Damn, don't do it!"

Fang Ning walked over, picked up the pen, and said in surprise, "What's wrong? ”

"It's not a daily exam, take this test, take that test, I'm about to vomit. Yu Xiaole was lying on the table, looking like his life was about to run out for a long time.

Fang Ning said: "It's only two weeks, bear with me." ”

"I think the life is so difficult now, how should I live in the future...... The future is bright. ”

"That's too far away, it's useless to think too much. ”

As soon as he talked about the future, Yu Xiaole suddenly became energetic, pulled Fang Ning and said, "Fang Ning, which high school do you want to study in after graduating from junior high school?"

Fang Ning thought for a while, "I should go to No. 2 Middle School." ”

"Huh?" Yu Xiaole was stunned, and only said after a while, "How can it be the second middle school...... According to your current results, if you continue to stabilize until the time of the high school entrance examination, you will definitely have a share of the eighty places in the first middle school of our Federation of Overseas Chinese.

"What you think is best may not be what I want. Fang Ning shook his head, for the second middle school, he had feelings that others couldn't understand.

"It's a little incomprehensible, but I still want to go to No. 1 Middle School, and of course if I have the ability to go to better schools such as Yali and Changjun, then I am willing to go, but unfortunately my talent is there, so it's better not to be ambitious and down-to-earth. Yu Xiaole held his cheeks and said very longingly.

Different from Fang Ning's thoughts, his home is in the vehicle management office near No. 1 Middle School, and every evening upstairs in the community, watching high school students wearing white No. 1 Middle School uniforms pass through the alley downstairs, saying that it is false to say that he does not envy. However, he also understands that if he wants to enter a middle school, he can only fight his own efforts, and he will only talk about his dreams without any actual actions, which will always be just a pipe dream.

Fang Ning sighed, "China's system is like this, the college entrance examination and the high school entrance examination are still a relatively fair way, what we have to learn is not to wait for the society to change ourselves, but how we adapt to this society." ”

The slogan of China's education reform is not shouted in a day or two, and the slogan is shouted every day, but this system is difficult to change, just because many people, even if they have vested interests, are also those who do not have interests, and they cannot be profoundly reformed without the pain of their skin.

And the only thing Fang Ning and the others have to do is not to confront this system, but to better integrate into this system, so that they can be like a fish in water.

Maybe the drawbacks of exam-oriented education will be changed in the future, and the course of the big ship of education will be adjusted to the right route, but at that time, it is no longer Fang Ning's business, and there are more long-term things to consider.

A round of small exams was followed by a weekly exam, and Fang Ning and the others were all exhausted and tired of preparing for the battle.

Under the winter sun, people come and go on the playground.

The white shirt that was drying on the court, as soon as it was blown by the wind, floated up and flew over Fang Ning's corridor, disappearing.

After preparing for the weekly exam, everyone slept on the table, although their eyes were closed, their brows were still furrowed, and it seemed that they were also taking the exam in their dreams.

Even though they were tired, none of them said they wanted to give up.

It's like looking up at the misty sky, and everyone has their own reasons for holding on.

Fang Ning came to the corridor again, leaned on the railing, tilted his head, looked at the white paper airplane that flew from nowhere, swayed and trembling across the junior high school teaching building, and finally fell accurately in front of Li Jiajia, who was cleaning the steps downstairs.

Fang Ning: "............"

"Huh?" Li Jiajia said slightly.

Another girl with a double ponytail and freckles on her face bent down to pick up the paper airplane, muttering, "Who is always so unqualified to litter paper airplanes, this is the fourth time, if I let me know, I have to tell their head teacher, let them sweep the steps for a week." ”

Li Jiajia subconsciously looked at the place of class 50.

Seeing that Fang Ning was not hiding, nor was he hiding, he smiled helplessly and said hello.

Sometime last year, the paper airplane had also traced its trajectory in front of Li Jiajia as it did now, and Fang Ning was also in that hallway.

The history is strikingly similar.

However, this time, Li Jiajia did not fall from the sky as before, and issued intriguing questions in a knightly way.

Instead, he turned against the light, raised his head, and looked at Fang Ning silently.

The dusty past, after thousands of days, will be compressed like a RAR file.

And among them, there will always be some bright spots, and they will shine in the depths of your memory.