Self-study in the morning and evening is generally looser, the teacher comes, turns around and leaves, at most, before the end of class, he will show up again, and go to the cafeteria for breakfast. However, Wang Yumin, the head teacher of the first class, is a female teacher, and sometimes she will kill a horse gun. After walking for a long time, he sneaked back and stood outside the last window of the classroom, sneaking a look to see who was sleeping, who was chatting, and who was reading a novel.

Now this trick is still useful, but Feng Yiping knows that in less than a month, this trick will be invalid. Because generally speaking, when the teacher is there, the students will read a lot more attentively and hard, so they will be louder. Usually as soon as the teacher leaves, there will be fewer students reading, and the voice will generally be lower. When you hear the louder voices of your classmates reading, especially by the window, it means that a teacher is coming. Knowing this signal, the return pistol will not work, and there will be very few classmates who will be caught again.

The next morning, when Wang Yumin came, left, came quietly, and then left again, Feng Yiping deliberately asked Wang Jinju, "Did you ask yesterday? What do those words mean?"

Wang Jinju and Huang Jingping blushed, last night, they took the piece of paper and asked the second-grade classmates in the dormitory, after listening to the first sentence that had been translated, those girls were very interested, but no one could translate them all. After the lights went out, the third-grade girls came back, and just one person was ready to read it in the quilt with a dictionary, and after a check, several people summed it up, and finally roughly pieced it together, so the largest girl in the room was only 17 years old, and they were a little excited.

At this time, Wang Guozhen's poetry collection has become popular all over the country, and several books are circulating on campus, and Shu Ting's hazy poems have also been selected as model texts in Chinese classes. In the early 90s, poetry and poets were still very popular.

Although it is only a short four sentences, it clearly portrays the infatuation and sorrow of a crush. It's not the 21st century yet, "love" is not a mantra on people's lips, and for them junior high school students, love is a taboo word. Besides, girls have always woken up earlier than boys in this regard, and many of them who have already started their love will have a hazy like, or a crush.

The attraction of taboos, coupled with the empathy of fellow crushes, was unconsciously moved by these short four sentences.

These girls in school may not necessarily understand what romance is, but what girl doesn't have a romantic dream? In a dream, someone should write such a poem to them. And now, in reality, with such a admiration around them, how can they not be excited.

Wang Jinju and Huang Jingping slept in the lower bunks of two beds in a row, just head to head. The weather was hot, so he simply sat up and whispered through the mosquito net, "Who do you say he wrote this to?" Wang Jinju asked Huang Jingping.

This sentence seemed to mean something, and Huang Jingping said angrily, "How do I know?"

Wang Jinju chuckled in her ear, "I think, it may be for you." ”

Of course, Huang Jingping didn't follow, and slapped Wang Jinju's arm, "Nonsense, how could it be for me?"

Wang Jinju whispered, "Don't look at his small eyes, I've seen him secretly look at you several times." ”

Huang Jingping was a little happy, but her mouth was unforgiving, "Really, why don't I know, besides, he may also peek at you!"

Okay, Feng Yiping thought that his Taoism was very high, after all, walking on the street with his wife, he could also leave no traces and peek at the beautiful sister paper on the street. Unexpectedly, after relaxing a little and only watching it a few times, Huang Jingping may not have noticed it, but she was noticed by Wang Jinju next to her.

This reminds us that no matter what we do, we must not take it lightly, and we must be high and strict with ourselves.

Hearing him ask like this, Wang Jinju thought that he really didn't know, so he excused himself and said, "We don't know, we can't understand it, what's the name of that book? And the author, what is it, do you know?"

At this time, even Huang Jingping didn't pretend to read, turned her head to look at Feng Yiping, "I don't know, I was talking to my grandfather and the bookstore salesman, and I saw it in a broken book, all in English, I only remember a few sentences, there is a photo next to it, it is a white-bearded old man, wearing a robe, and he looks like an Indian." ”

The girls, including Wen Hong, who was listening with her ears pricked up, were a little disappointed. Wang Jinju wanted to say something, but was blocked by Huang Jingping, Wang Jinju tried to cross her, but Huang Jingping stretched out her hand and snorted on her, and couldn't help laughing for a while, and had no strength, and the two of them laughed over there again.

With the natural gossip characteristics of girls, when they study in the morning, even those girls who live nearby and don't live in school know about it. So when it was time for breakfast, there were not girls who pointed at Feng Yiping, but most of the girls were a little disappointed when they saw it.

A thin little boy, a little dark, small eyes, not a small nose, although the facial features are okay when put together, he is still handsome, but he has a standard "toilet lid" version of the hairstyle, wearing a sea soul shirt, blue pants look like the kind he bought cloth and made himself, and he is wearing cloth shoes at the feet, and the whole person looks earthy. Alas, it can only be said that there is a great hope, and the disappointment is almost as great.

Feng Yiping pretended not to know about these, lined up in the queue, and chatted with Xiao Zhijie. What they are discussing now is how to get back the wet clothes they have washed when they go to the shower at night without the teacher finding out.

Speaking of which, whether it is an adult in the family or a school teacher, the "water", this thing, including ponds, reservoirs, and rivers, is well controlled. Feng Yiping has several ponds in his village, and for so many years, no child or adult has ever fallen into them. Of course, a pig had fallen into the pond, but after a while, it swam ashore with a chirp.

The school is even more excessive, not to mention criticism and education, but also to find parents. The school teaches a lesson, scolds, and the family will inevitably beat it, so it is still quite risky to go to the river to bathe and swim. So Feng Yiping, a good boy, never knew how to swim, until he later worked on his own, and when he had time to learn to swim, he felt that he was twenty or thirty years old, and he grew up by the Yangtze River, so he couldn't swim, and he was embarrassed to learn, so he was still a landlubber until he was reborn.

Feng Yiping thought about it, no matter if he went out with clean clothes or came in with washed wet clothes, from the school gate, it was always unsafe, so he could only think of other ways.

He asked Xiao Zhijie how his relationship was with the daughter of the vice principal at the same table. Xiao Zhijie was still a little squirming, "My relationship with Zhang Qiuling is okay, I am a classmate in Hope Primary School." ”

Feng Yiping said, "Can you discuss with Zhang Qiuling and let her watch at the door of the small courtyard where the principal and they live, and we will sneak in and out from there?"

Xiao Zhijie thought for a while, "It's still not good, she has always been very obedient to the teacher, and when she told her that we went to bathe in the river, he would definitely tell Teacher Wang, and even her father." ”

"Then I had to take a shower, come back and change my clothes, and then go to the pond to wash. Feng Yiping said.

"yes, it's nothing, so it's safe. Xiao Zhijie held the porridge in one hand and the steamed bun in the other, "Let's go, go to Wang Changning, the pickles he brought have soybeans in them, which are delicious." ”

Among the three of them, Xiao Zhijie's family has the best conditions, but his mother's pickling skills are really not good, and sometimes the pickles brought are black.

After breakfast, including Feng Yiping, the 12 students in the class who did not pay or did not pay the tuition fees also received the books, two days late, more than a dozen books, large and small, all of which were full of the fragrance of ink. This kind of fragrance is not appreciated after joining the work, no matter how many books I buy in the bookstore.

Since the first day of school was Tuesday, and the class officially started on Wednesday, they only went to school for three days, and it was Saturday, and when it was time to run the drill on Saturday morning, the principal gave a speech and announced that after the second class in the morning, the whole school had a meeting.

Hearing this news, some people cheered, but Feng Yiping was a little sad, if it was still sunny today, it would not be easy to sit on the playground for an hour.

After the second class, after doing the radio gymnastics, everyone returned to the classroom, moved the stools, and sat on the playground in the order of the exercises. The podium, of course, is on the platform in front of the building, made up of three desks, with a microphone in the middle. The platform is 5 steps above the playground, and a row of plane trees in front of the playground just blocks the sun for them. Between the two plane trees on the left and right of the steps, a red banner was pulled, with a few big words pasted on it, "Liangjiahe Middle School 92 Summer Opening Ceremony".

First of all, of course, it was the principal's speech, he first reviewed the last junior high school students, three of them were admitted to the county No. 1 middle school, one of the students was less than 10 points away from the admission score of the city No. 1 middle school, and many students were admitted to the county's electrical university, health school, and vocational secondary school, and the results are still gratifying.

I hope that the new students will study hard, strive to be admitted to a high school, and be admitted to a university in the future, learn more useful knowledge, serve the motherland, and win glory for their families and schools.

Next is the president of the student union, a third-year boy who speaks, this male classmate, completely off-script speech, the speech is very organized, very imposing, and the official article is full of official articles. When we talk about the general trend of the country in terms of the international situation, we first require everyone to have a sense of historical mission, carry forward the spirit of ownership, and consciously and voluntarily study hard. Then it was emphasized that the main task of the student union this year is to focus on the self-management and integrity of students, and the purpose is to achieve self-management during the exam, without the need for teachers to invigilate the exam, and no one cheats.

To be honest, seeing a peer talking on stage touched the classmates a lot. In particular, he also carries the title of "chairman", at this time, in the minds of most elementary school children, the word "chairman" has a specific reference.

Feng Yiping heard some classmates discussing, saying that the chairman was from their village and had great ambitions, and he said that he would not do anything to give him a township chief in the future. Feng Yiping had heard similar words, because the junior high school classmates had little contact later, the portal was not developed at that time, and there were no classmates recording these things, this is not the chairman of the class has never paid attention to it since then, and I don't know if he has always adhered to his ideals and stepped into a higher leadership position than the township head. This time, he couldn't help but want to laugh a little, and said silently in his heart, "Classmate, don't treat the township chief as a cadre, many people are busy all their lives, and in the end they may not be able to become the leader of the township, don't be too ambitious!"

Then, a girl in the second class of the first grade came to the stage and spoke on behalf of the new classmates, compared to the president of the student union, this person's momentum is much worse, she has been looking at the manuscript, her voice is not loud, Mandarin is indeed very ordinary, and she is also speaking according to the situation.

Finally, it was the dean of education who presided over the summary of the previous semester, announcing the current second and third grades, that is, the top three students and outstanding students in the first and second grades of the previous semester, and awarding awards.

Accompanied by the athletes' march, the three good students received the certificate, the hard shell notebook, and the fountain pen from the principal, and the outstanding students received the certificate of merit, the soft plastic shell notebook, and the ballpoint pen, in short, compared to the stationery box and pencil that Feng Yiping took in the primary school.

It was almost two classes before and after, and Feng Yiping was sweating. As soon as the meeting ended, the first-grade students rushed to the classroom, put away their things, carried their school bags, packed their dirty clothes in the dormitory, and ran in the direction of home.

As for the second and third grade students, they have to stay in school, study hard, and make progress every day.

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