It's late autumn.

The wide leaves of the poplar tree in the school have fallen off, but the leaves on an old elm tree are still standing very strongly, and there is no sign of falling off.

The bowl-sized scar on the trunk of the old elm tree began to slowly dry out from the wetness of the past. The scar on the trunk of the tree was gnawed by a worm called the Yuling Jinhua insect. This insect eats elm trees, and in summer, they gather on the trunk of the elm tree, and the yellow-white insects wriggle like maggots, and it is extremely disgusting to watch.

This insect has no natural enemies, and it can release a very smelly smell, and it is the most disgusting kind of bug, even more disgusting than the stinky big sister shell lang.

Guan Xiaojun withdrew his gaze from the cracked trunk of the elm tree and turned his attention back to the test paper in front of him.

He's taking the exam right now.

Nowadays, in middle school, there is an exam almost every week, and every time the exam is held, the students have to carry the bench to the campus. Use a bench as a table and squat on the ground to make rolls.

I don't know who came up with this bad idea, and every time I take the exam, I have to squat one class after another, and my legs are numb.

Spring and autumn are fine, winter and summer are really difficult to support, whether it is hot or winter, it is a test for students who take the exam, or a double test of spirit and body.

In summer, it can make people feel hot and faint, and there is not even a cool place, and in winter, it can freeze people to death, and their hands are so cold that they can't hold a pen

But at this time, who cares if you suffer or not, all schools take exams like this, because it is difficult to cheat.

Guan Xiaojun hated this form of examination, but he had to abide by it, and now the conditions are like this, and the educational philosophy is also like this, and it is difficult to change it for a while.

This time the exam was mathematics, squatting on the ground and finishing the paper carefully, and checking it again, Guan Xiaojun stood up and walked to the math teacher with the mimeographed test paper, "Teacher, Mr. Luo, I'm done!"

Mr. Luo's name is Luo Yushi, he is a young man in his twenties, his left leg is a little disabled, he walks with a limp, many students will secretly laugh when they see him walking, and some people learn him to walk directly behind him.

He has the best relationship with history teacher Jia Changlei, because Jia Changlei is also a lame, but the lame is his right leg, and the two are estimated to have the same fate or sympathy for each other, anyway, no matter what the reason, the relationship between the two is the best.

The two of them go to the cafeteria together every time they eat, and when they walk side by side, one leans to the left and the other to the right, often shoulder to shoulder, and one step touches each other, and the situation is very gimmicky.

This is a natural disability of the two people, today's children are young and ignorant, seeing the walking posture of these two teachers, many people point behind their backs and laugh, and I don't know how much damage the hearts of these two teachers have.

It's a pity that when I grow up and understand this, it will be many years later.

Luo Yushi's appearance is actually okay, his head is slightly protruding, like a weakened version of the Antarctic Immortal, his forehead is shiny, and he is smeared with oil every day, and he looks like a very shrewd person.

Guan Xiaojun now has a good relationship with all the teachers, and Luo Yushi has a good opinion of him, because Guan Xiaojun is one of the few students in the school who does not laugh at his disability.

"Are you done?"

Luo Yushi, who was sitting on the chair, took the test paper and glanced at Guan Xiaojun, "Xiaojun, in a few days' math competition, you must not forget, prepare well!"

Guan Xiaojun nodded and said, "No problem!"

Yunze area will hold a junior high school mathematics competition every year, all middle schools will select three mathematics representatives from each grade to participate in this kind of competition, this is a very important thing related to the face of the school, Fengshan Town Middle School has not been very good in recent years, the principal is very angry, and the pressure on the mathematics teachers of each grade is also very great.

Now Guan Xiaojun is basically full marks in his studies, and the same is true for the three subjects of mathematics, Chinese and English, he is simply a demonic genius, so in this year's mathematics competition, all the teachers of Fengshan Town Middle School pointed to Guan Xiaojun to save face.

As for Guan Yang, at this time, it was already the busiest period for junior high school studies, and she was too lazy to participate in these boring competitions, so she was working hard to apply for the No. 1 middle school in the city.

Guan Shanhu went to school later than Guan Yang's sisters and brothers, but he skipped two grades in a row in elementary school, and skipped another grade in junior high school, one year earlier than Guan Yang.

Guan Yang was extremely unconvinced by this, she also wanted to apply for skipping a grade, but unfortunately now the school has not agreed, even Guan Xiaojun wants to apply for skipping, the school does not agree, saying that the child is too young to be in such a hurry, and it is good for the future to lay a solid foundation.

Guan Xiaojun doesn't care, but Guan Yang has always been angry, when Guan Shanhu was admitted to the first middle school, he was in the top three, and he was directly exempted from tuition, Guan Yang Ye Fei wanted to be admitted to the top three this time, at least he couldn't lose to Guan Shanhu.

She's got her heart high!

After handing in the papers, Guan Xiaojun moved the bench and left the square and walked into the classroom under the envious eyes of a group of classmates.

The classroom was empty, and the small green desks were lined up side by side in the classroom, and the space was surprisingly small, and the two rows of aisles could barely allow two people to stagger through.

Now the number of students in the classroom is eighty-five, the space is really crowded, there is a class of more than 100 people next door, that class is even more crowded, and then in order to save space, the back door was directly locked.

Guan Xiaojun returned to the direct position in the last row, sat down and opened the stationery box, and saw a letter in the box.

This is a piece of pale red letterhead with a concave and convex pattern folded into a heart, this kind of letterhead is very expensive at this time, it costs three dimes, and ordinary people are reluctant to buy it at all, unless they are writing love letters to spend these unjust money.

"Won't it?"

Guan Xiaojun grew his mouth, looked at the letter over and over again, and then began to open the letter slowly.

This kind of heart-shaped letter paper can really be opened at once, and the folding is very complicated, and when all the letter paper is spread out, the fragrance of the letter paper becomes more and more intense.

"Hey!"

Seeing the font written by the slender ballpoint pen on the letterhead, Guan Xiaojun shook his head and smiled, he didn't expect it to be a love letter.

The person who wrote the letter was Huang Meili, who was sitting not far in front of him, this girl was a snotty girl, it was estimated that because of rhinitis, she was blowing her nose every day, blowing in class, blowing after class, the sound of puff was endless, it is estimated that the nose pinching time has been long, the nose has become a hooked nose, and the tip of the nose is much sharper than ordinary people.

Although her name is Huang Meimei, she is not beautiful at all.

But this girl who is not beautiful has now given herself a very beautiful letter.

This is the first love letter Guan Xiaojun has received in his life, although the girl who wrote the letter is unsightly.

Guan Xiaojun has not played this tune for a long time, and now when he sees such a letterhead at first glance, he is funny and curious, but he does not have the pride and distress of young people of the same age, after all, he is the soul of an adult, and this love letter can only arouse his little feelings, but cannot affect his thoughts.

Guan Xiaojun folded the letter again, shook his head with a smile, walked to Huang Meimei's seat, and stuffed the letter into her stationery box.

Don't reject her bluntly, after all, girls of this age are very sensitive, even if Huang Meili is not beautiful, but after all, she is a girl, Guan Xiaojun can't bear to hurt such a child.

He walked out of the classroom, stretched his arms at the door, looked at the students in the examination room, and then saw a yellow-haired girl biting her lip and squatting on the ground, looking up at him, her eyes were shining, and when Guan Xiaojun's gaze swept over, she hurriedly lowered her head, her face flushed.

She is Huang Meimei.