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When I was a teenager, I thought time was a very worthless thing. We had 11 classes a day, each of which lasted 40 minutes, and we stayed up in those 440 minutes every day, waiting for the school bell to ring three times a day. At that time, I flipped through a few time-traveling novels, and I always looked forward to waking up ten years later, skipping these cumbersome links in the middle, and directly driving a luxury car to live in a mansion, with Wu Yanzu lying next to him and Peng Yuyan in his arms.

Just stay up like this, and there is only a little tail left in September. According to international practice, there will be a large-scale monthly examination before the National Day holiday, and the first exam of the new school year is particularly important, which is related to our seating arrangements in the future - the top people have the right to choose their seats first, and the people in the middle have the right to choose the same table, and those at the end of the crane can only eat in the leftovers.

We've all been working hard to revise, and it's been a quiet day these days. Tang Jibei is still thunderous and can't shake three meals of hot and sour noodles a day. Shen Zhongnan's mother would drive him away at first, but after a few days, she had no strength, so she simply let him go. It's just that as soon as Tang Jibei comes, she will put Shen Zhongnan into the kitchen, so for so many days, Tang Jibei has not been able to say a few words to Shen Zhongnan, and the money to buy fans has been spent a lot.

Shan Shan seemed to have buried the secret that had been trapped in her with Shao Qing on the mountain behind his hometown. After returning from the funeral, although she would still stop in a daze when passing by the playground, or look at the leafy plane trees outside the window from time to time, the whole person was still much more alive, and gradually talked more.

And Yu Qiuyun and I tacitly agreed that after that day, we would no longer mention the noon of the meeting and the paper boat that confided in our hearts. It seems to have turned back into two classmates who don't know each other well, no longer deliberately avoiding them, and they will greet each other politely when they meet. However, such politeness and politeness invisibly drew an insurmountable gap between us, and quietly tied a knot in my heart that could not be broken.

Occasionally staring at the blackboard, Yu Qiuyun's shy smiling face on the day of the parent-teacher meeting will always appear in front of me. That person was sitting behind me, but I missed him so much.

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I thought that the days of preparing for the exam would pass quietly in such a boring and bland, but the day before the exam, something big and small happened.

During the recess that afternoon, the atmosphere in the classroom was unprecedentedly tense, and even the "monkey butts" who couldn't sit still after class on weekdays stayed quietly in their seats. Everyone was anxiously reciting formulas and words, hoping to hug the big feet of the gods and Buddhas in this last bit of time.

I was trapped by a question of dynamic acceleration, so I asked Fang Chaomu to help me explain. He didn't shirk it, and came up with the answer after a few strokes on the scratch paper, which made me more and more confused.

I struggled to keep up with him, but suddenly I heard a "pop", and then a violent noise erupted in the first two rows of the classroom.

Everyone was startled by the thunder on the flat ground, and raised their heads to follow the voice. saw that Fang Yan and Wang Siman were arguing so much that their faces were red and their necks were thick, and Fang Yan wanted to pounce on them several times, but fortunately they were stopped by the school committee next to them.

"If you have anything unpleasant, just say it to your face! There is always a discussion behind your back!" Fang Yan pointed at Wang Siman's nose, angry in a hurry, and there was a bit of crying in her voice.

"Just talk, don't point at me!" Wang Siman slapped Fang Yan's hand down, "Do you dare to do such a shameful thing and don't dare to tell people?"

When Fang Yan heard this, she became even more anxious, and rushed towards Wang Siman with all her might, but she was still blocked by the school committee. She was originally a delicate little girl, where can her strength be compared with this old man of seven or eight meters, she was dragged and couldn't move for a while, and she cried loudly.

As soon as her tears fell, Wang Siman was even more disgusted, and smiled contemptuously at her: "I know all day long that I pretend to be cute, or I pretend to be weak, and I cry like this before I have a few words, who are you crying for, Fang Chaomu?"

Fang Chaomu was not interested in this argument and was knocking on my desk to let me concentrate on his topic. Suddenly hearing that his name appeared in this turmoil, he couldn't help but turn his head to look over.

As soon as she heard Wang Siman mention Fang Chaomu, Fang Yan, who was originally sobbing, was stunned for a moment, and then broke free from the hand of the school committee like crazy, and rushed up to throw Wang Siman to the ground.

The two of them twisted together, and Wang Siman was also completely enraged, and scolded between tears, shaking off Fang Yan's unspeakable things clearly.

It turned out that Fang Yan liked Fang Chaomu.

That day, she was instigated by her best friend, and impulsively wrote a confession letter to Fang Chaomu. After writing it, she didn't have the courage to send it out, and when she hesitated, someone from the field came to her, so she panicked and casually put the letter in the English workbook, and followed the people downstairs.

Coincidentally, as soon as she walked on her front foot, the representative of the English department was eager to collect her homework. Fang Yan's workbook was resting on the table, and the same table helped her hand it over.

The letter in the exercise book naturally did not hide the fate of being discovered by the teacher.

Our English teacher was our homeroom teacher, and because of the girl's fragile self-esteem and the fact that she hadn't done anything substantial, the homeroom teacher decided to try to solve the matter in a small area. So he called her to the office, and after more than half an hour of ideological education, he put the letter back with her.

Originally, this matter was over, and the already weak little flame in Fang Yan's heart was completely extinguished at this moment.

Who knew that this matter was still spreading. On that day, a girl in class 10 was called to the office by the teacher to help organize the students' electronic files, and the partition between the desks blocked the view of our class teacher, and he didn't notice that there was a person sitting behind the partition. The whole process of ideological education was listened to by the girl, and when she returned to the classroom, she immediately recounted the incident as an anecdote to the surrounding girls.

Among those girls were Wang Siman's friends, and when they heard the name Fang Yan, they immediately remembered that she was the delicate girl who could pretend to be mentioned by Siman. took advantage of the meal to relayed this matter to Wang Siman for listening.

Today's recess, Wang Siman was quietly discussing this matter with the girls at the same table, and as soon as he said the sentence "The face is high, and the bones are cheap", Fang Yan, who happened to go to the toilet and came back, listened to it. Fang Yan stood behind them for a full two minutes, but they didn't even notice it, and the more they talked, the more outrageous they became. Fang Yan finally couldn't help it, and slapped Wang Siman on the table, which was the one just now.

After a while, the two teachers hurried over, and only then did they pull the red-eyed two people away. The head teacher took them to the office with a calm face.

Fang Yan's secret was nakedly revealed in front of people, and I watched her thin figure follow the teacher sadly, thinking of the mustard and misunderstanding of her a few days ago, and a wave of guilt welled up in my heart.

It turned out that what she liked was Fang Chaomu. She always had something to do to find Yu Qiuyun, probably because she wanted to get closer to Fang Chaomu, right? Every time she sat in my seat and talked to Yu Qiuyun, couldn't she help but peek at the person next to her?

Young likes are always so simple and complex. Do everything possible to get closer, and easily be satisfied.

Fang Chaomu suddenly became the core figure of this turmoil, and many people secretly turned their heads to observe his reaction. Tang Jibei looked at the excitement of the excitement, patted Fang Chaomu on the shoulder, and teased: "Okay, friend! This is charming! I have eaten hot and sour noodles here for half a month and there is no movement, you are stuffy all day long and do a bunch of problem-solving, and the girl has a secret promise to you." Get me a set another day, and I'll do it too!"

Seeing that he was so blind, I rolled up the book and knocked on his head: "Shut up, you can't catch up with the girl because you are ugly! Ten sets of five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulations can't save you!"

Tang Jibei was stunned, and muttered a few words unconvinced: "Why are you so excited? You don't like this wood too, do you?"

", beware of me, I'm going to abolish you!" I glanced at him and turned away from him.

After a full class, Wang Siman and Fang Yan returned to the classroom one after another. I was a little short-sighted, and I couldn't see the expression on Fang Yan's face. But I saw her lying on the desk in a dejected manner, her whole face buried deep in the crook of her arm, and her shoulders trembling, as if she was crying.

I pushed Fang Chaomu with my elbow, "Hey, you...... Would you like to comfort me?"

Fang Chaomu didn't lift his head, and asked me with a cold face: "Why." ”

"After all, these things have something to do with you. I said, "How uncomfortable it is for her to be hung out in front of everyone for such a private matter, maybe you can persuade her a little better." ”

Fang Chaomu frowned and looked at me, "It's her business who she likes." With that, he reached out and tapped on my workbook, "Divide your nosy spirit into physics, and you won't even know how to do this kind of grading problem." ”

I pouted at him, this man was so unsympathetic!, I thought to myself. But thinking about it, I think what he said makes sense, and it's really inappropriate for him to comfort him.

There was a wind blowing outside the window, and a few sycamore leaves were blown off, swaying and falling on the windowsill. The clouds on the horizon pressed a piece of darkness, as if it was about to fall to the ground in the next second.

It's going to rain again. I think.

Today's air is damp, and I don't know how many people's tears have been crushed in it.