On August 30, 2008, I returned to my hometown. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the admission letter of high school, Nani?!How was I admitted to Xinyi No. 3 Middle School? When I filled in the application, didn't I fill in Xinyi No. 1 Middle School? And my cousin Yuan was admitted to Xinyi No. 1 Middle School......

For the analysis of the strength image of the hometown high school, it can be simply described as "one dragon head, four carriages." ”

The "dragon head" refers to the Education City, which includes everything from kindergarten to high school. Most of the students with good grades and special skills are taken under their camp. Therefore, it is normal for it to be at the top of the performance rankings.

The "four carriages" refer to Xinyi No. 1 Middle School, Xinyi No. 2 Middle School, Xinyi No. 3 Middle School, and Xinyi Overseas Chinese Middle School, which are close to each other. Maybe because the strength is close, so the students are evenly scored. And I was assigned to the third middle school.

The third middle school is not terrible, it is terrible, it is a human saying.

When I was filling in the volunteer for the third year of junior high school, the third middle school was very chaotic, and there were often fights. That one said that there were dead people in the third middle school, and there were ghosts. At that time, the first feeling after listening to it was, I must not fill in the third middle school! However, fate was at work, and I still entered the third middle school......

Is this fate? Is it fate?

The next day, Uncle Ah took me to Xinyi No. 3 Middle School to report. From Dacheng to Xinyi City, you have to take a minibus, passing through very tortuous mountain roads, including the famous Changgangling. This means that I can't go home every day like I did in elementary and junior high school, and I can't help but feel a little sad......

Came to the door of the third middle school, whew, a little old.

Go in and go to the teacher to pay the tuition. Well, a male teacher who didn't look very young but was actually quite young talked to my uncle. After a simple exchange, he turned out to be my first-year high school teacher, Mr. Zhang! Unfortunately, the subject he taught was my least favorite subject, mathematics.

Quickly, I found a dormitory and chose a bed. After figuring out how to go to the canteen to eat, and how to go to class, Uncle Ah took me to the streets of Xinyi and bought a pair of sandals.

Finally, after everything is done, Uncle Ah is going to Dongguan to grow vegetables again. I was reluctant, but after all, it was so big, I didn't show it.

Saying goodbye to Uncle Ah and looking at Uncle Ah's distant back, I was still anxious and cried, but I wouldn't cry anymore. I remember that was the last time I shed tears. I don't know if I've grown up, or if I've become cold because of the influence of rebellion.

Whew, there was another classmate in the dormitory at that time, his name was Jian Ying. He arrived a little earlier than me, so he already knew how to get to the canteen and how to eat in the cafeteria. Thanks to him taking me, I didn't "bump" into her like a blind fly. But then he told me that when he first met me, he thought I was stupid. Haha, indeed, I'm a bit of a goofy.

In the evening, the new students who have newly registered have gone to the dormitory one after another to get everything done. And then, class......

I remember wearing a pair of sporty yolk pants and a pair of sandals that night. Can you imagine what a combination of earthy things that is? Oh, who told the head teacher that you can't wear slippers! It's hot, and you don't want to wear sneakers......

Luckily, I thought I was dressed very handsomely. That's right, that's where my narcissism began.

I was sitting in the penultimate seat by the doorway, and I was seated in one place, called the court. He's taller than me. Phew, it seems that I should not mention my height, I was still at the bottom of the class at that time.

The one sitting in the back was Fang and Ying. I would say that the first thing I saw when I entered through the back door of the classroom was Ying's striking pink belt. Then, I took a look at her side face, cold beauty?

And then there's the one in front of the seat. The one on the right is the piano, and it looks like a public face.

As for the one on the left, why does she seem to be sobbing? Well, yes, she's crying. I thought at the time, I was not the only one who would be anxious. Whew, suddenly, I was not very happy, but I was happy all of a sudden. Is this the rhythm of schadenfreude? And her hair is tied up, really, a little, a little ugly. I don't know if I was born like this, or if I went to the hair salon to get it. The hair is very fluffy, very tied, and lacks beauty. However, it was such a person who turned out to be the person who had the greatest influence on me. Her name is Gan.

Alright, send the book. As for the books, they are all placed on the podium, and I go up and take them one by one. Watching others hold books so naturally, I feel like I should be fine.

By the time I got the book, my narcissism was starting to get into trouble. While walking towards the podium, I thought that I was so handsome, attracting the attention of all the female classmates. Huhu, who knows, out of trouble......

How come there are a few more books to take? Oh, it's a repetition! After spending some time on the podium, some of the students below began to complain: Demon! Is there a mistake! I can't even hold a book!

I feel so embarrassed, and that look adds a lot of humiliating effects......

Overall, the first night of high school was pretty good, and everyone in the dorm was able to talk quickly. Even though I listen a lot, I feel good.

In high school, this is how it began.

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