The sophomore also sang the class song, and at that time, our class chose "The Most Beautiful Sun". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoA lot of classmates are competing for it! Whew, I'm as calm as I was in my freshman year of high school. It doesn't matter, which capital you choose, as long as it is distinctive!

However, the class song of our class is not distinctive at all. Because the lyrics have not been changed, there are no characteristics that a class song should have. I said in my heart, it's so disappointing!

It's still my original high level and class 9!

During the class song competition, I only remember that Gan Naban sang "Stubborn", and the lyrics were class characteristics. I saw her singing, and I wondered what it would be like for her to sing to me alone? I fantasized about the day when she could sing to me alone.

But, fantasy is fantasy after all, and it will wake up.

In the end, the result of the competition, our class did not win the prize. Ganaban won the award, and the first place was forgotten......

It doesn't matter, I didn't care.

Sometimes I suddenly miss Di sadly, but it seems to be getting lighter and lighter. What's wrong? Because of Gan, she managed to divert my attention. I was so confused by her occasional sad words in the space that I always liked to sit in the right seat. So, can't extricate yourself......

There's another person.

The new school building is finally finished! We can finally get out of that cramped building!

Thus, the vigorous relocation battle began! The school road was full of students who were trying to move! The stairs were jammed for most of the day! Pity those chubby children......

The new classroom is spacious and beautiful! It feels great! It is a unique spirit to learn! But for the children's shoes who love to play with their mobile phones in class, it is hell......!

Juan is still sitting in front of my seat......

Juan once told me about her past very strangely.

There was a time when Juan and I were on duty to clean the public area together. After cleaning, the two of them took the broom and chatted while going back to the classroom.

She suddenly asked me: "Dragon, in fact, I filmed for five years before, and then broke up." Do you believe it?"

I was amazed and asked why.

After that, my memory was very vague......

It doesn't matter what the reason is, what matters is, why did she tell me this for no reason?

After that, it seemed like I was in my third year of high school, and she said it was a joke for me.

Whew, is it really a joke? But why are you making such a joke with me?

Later, I learned about her birthday. She is Scorpio.

So, everything is explained.

As a Sagittarius, I can't always guess her Scorpio.

The second year of high school will be divided into classes, that is, divided into key classes and ordinary classes.

At that time, the placement was determined by the results of a mock test.

I really wanted to go to the key class, but I also knew I didn't have that strength. Because, at that time, I couldn't be as serious as the end of the first semester of my sophomore year. The reasons are complicated......

One of them was the teacher who taught me Chinese at the time, a man! I didn't like his way of teaching me very much!

All day long, I know that we are told to memorize this and that, especially composition. What is the format of the composition, the routine! He really wants us to read and memorize as if we were reading a book in the morning! It is better to ask us to memorize one or two excellent essays, so that the next pen will be guaranteed!

I haven't memorized it, I think it's too hard to learn! There's no innovation at all, just memorizing other people's and writing other people's, what's the point? I don't like it! I still follow my own feelings to write essays, even if the essays don't get a high score, it doesn't matter, because that's my essays, not someone else's.

There is an essay called "Sand and Gravel in Shoes", which I wrote curiously in classical Chinese, for the first time. Later, he gave me fifty points. I thought he understood me.

Until he praised his classmates for writing good essays in class, there was no me. And the classmate he praised also scored 50 points in his composition. Why didn't he have me? I think he probably didn't support students writing classical Chinese. Well, then he should talk to me. No, though. He just gave me 50 points, didn't praise me, didn't tell me where to improve, and just made me look at the 50 points without explanation.

I love Chinese, but I am taught by such a Chinese teacher! I really feel sad......

So, a little self-willingly depraved. At that time, I was in such a strange state of mind.

Juan in front of the seat, I really like to write some poems to me. It gives people the impression that she has a talent for writing lyrics.

She said, "Even if we don't work in the same class in the future, I will occasionally write words and show them to you." ”

"Okay!" I smiled and nodded.

Later, I was divided into classes, and I was in the ordinary class, in class 11. She's in the key class, it seems to be in the eighteenth class. In short, there is distance.

Distance, sometimes produces not beauty, but more uncertainty.

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