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For Lin Tao, campus life has lost the initial temptation, he will not wait until the eve of every Saturday to start to get excited inexplicably, let alone squeeze into the crowd immediately after school, but will lazily stretch and watch the crowd slowly disperse before walking out of the classroom.

He began to struggle a little with the simple, repetitive, yet overly cold-toned rhythm.

The people in Class 3 also began to find that Lin Tao's time in the classroom between classes was getting shorter and shorter.

They could always see his back lying on the fence in the hallway outside Class 3 classroom, like a contemplative, or something like that.

The first and second classes in the morning are history.

It's been the end of the near future.

In fact, the new lesson in history is nearing its end.

The teacher who taught history, with a slight hint of Songping's accent in Mandarin, always gave Lin Tao the illusion that he could not fit into that kind of history when he introduced the development of the Western capitalist system.

For him.

History is more than just a record.

It's a true portrayal of a dream.

The journey through time and space was fast and long for Lin Tao, so fast that he saw a light flash in his mind, and the world had changed.

It's long, but it seems that he is about to spend his whole life to understand this kind of restart, and the kind of loss and nostalgia in his heart when all the dust settles.

"In the process of the development of the capitalist world, Britain is the last, and the United States is the last, and this process undoubtedly shows the important role of the technological revolution in the development of the times.

China has lost the opportunity of the first industrial revolution and the second industrial revolution, and the third industrial revolution is an extremely important opportunity for China.

Who could have predicted how much China would achieve in the wave of the third industrial revolution in ten or twenty years--"

in the corner.

Lin Tao rolled up a smile at the corner of his mouth.

A blue ballpoint pen is used to sketch those simple strokes on the title page of a history book.

He wanted to tell the history teacher that, yes, history is always strikingly similar, and that in ten years' time, China will be a very different world.

Tian Wei gave Lin Tao a small note.

It's not Lin Ruonan's.

The note was strangely rough, and a simple piece of plain white paper had been folded several times.

"Tomorrow afternoon to play a game against Hong Zhong, will you come?"

The handwriting was a little sloppy, but it generally meant like this, Lin Tao looked at the name at the pen with some surprise, and his face looked a little surprised.

Cai Zhehua?

There is no intersection between him and Cai Zhehua, except that because of his arrival, Cai Zhehua, who was originally ranked second next to Tang Jie, was squeezed into third place.

But Lin Tao is also very clear.

Cai Zhehua likes to play football, the kind of love that is almost crazy, not just talking and pointing out the country between classes.

Instead, he can be seen running back and forth on the pitch every day after school to practice shooting.

Lin Tao has a good impression of this boy.

He can always see a trace of his former shadow in Cai Zhehua, and he is obsessed with living in his own world.

In the front row of the 3-class classroom.

Cai Zhehua was a little apprehensive, and even looked back with embarrassment.

To his disappointment.

Lin Tao was not writing or looking at anything, but listened to the history teacher's Mandarin with a slight accent.

The two looked at each other.

It's just a nodding acquaintance.

Cai Zhehua belongs to the kind of boy who is introverted, doesn't talk much, but is extremely delicate and clear, and he can't see the kind of hard work on the court at all.

In his opinion.

He and Lin Tao are people who belong to two worlds.

One loves to be quiet, the other loves to move.

Lin Tao is public, and he keeps to himself.

In addition to being in the same classroom, competing for the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd places, the two of them were like strangers, and he even had a hint of envy for Lin Tao.

has good grades and lives freely, of course, what Cai Zhehua envies the most is the picture when Lin Tao and Lin Ruonan walk side by side.

Such a picture always attracts unusual attention on the campus of high school.

It is also a group of teenagers who have the first budding of the opposite sex to be proud of in adolescence.

It's admirable and intimidating.

After all, on the campus of No. 6 Middle School, not everyone has Lin Tao's fearless courage.

Lin Tao is very good at football.

This is a gossip from the mouths of the boys in Class 1.

However, Cai Zhehua is unmistakable, such gossip will not be groundless.

The match with Hong Zhong on the afternoon of Zhou 6 had already been scheduled, and the people who played on the side of 6 Middle School were basically people from several circles where the ball was better played in the grade.

It doesn't matter what the school team is called, at most it can be regarded as a group of miscellaneous troops carrying the name of the school team.

But even so.

A group of teenagers still have an inexplicable sense of honor in their hearts, and they are bound to trample Hongzhong under their feet when they fight at home.

What surprised Cai Zhehua was a little.

Just as he turned around.

The note, which had been folded very solemnly by himself, but was a little rough in Lin Tao's eyes, was sweeping over his head and falling on the table with a flamboyant curve.

on the podium.

The history teacher's gaze jumped to the bottom of his eyelids.

The classroom suddenly became a little strangely quiet, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

Cai Zhehua's heartbeat even began to beat wildly.

The sudden mute seemed to interrupt Lin Tao's thoughts abruptly.

Just a few breaths.

When the history teacher's Matsudaira Mandarin sounded again in the classroom, Cai Zhehua slowly breathed a sigh of relief and dragged the note in the palm of his hand.

He was glad that he had not been discovered.

Only Lin Tao understood.

In fact, from that point of view, everything is in full view, and the choice to ignore this note rather than pursue it may be the most dramatic turn and change in the whole lesson of the history teacher.

"Who will play tomorrow's game?"

Lin Tao's appearance made Cai Zhehua suddenly a little flustered.

Lin Tao knows that most of his notoriety still has some influence, especially for a good student like Cai Zhehua.

"Don't worry, they are all a few boys with good skills in our school, Ye Fei and Wu Bo from Class 1 are here, and Wang Sheng and Ma Jun from the third year of high school are also together. ”

"Ma Jun?"

Lin Tao did underestimate Cai Zhehua a little.

It's not easy to put this group together.

Let him fight side by side with Ma Jun, this is indeed interesting, and he glanced at Cai Zhehua sideways.

Lin Tao didn't know if Cai Zhehua knew about the past between him and Ma Jun, but he was sure of one thing, Cai Zhehua definitely knew about Ye Fei's relationship with him.

This game, perhaps, will be interesting.

In Lin Tao's mind, he began to consciously make up the names of Lin Wei and Yu Xin, needless to say, the game between Hong Zhong and 6 Middle School will definitely not be missing the two of them.

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