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Tossed around in the investment office all morning.

When he rushed back to No. 6 Middle School, Zhao Honggui's two Chinese classes had already ended, and Lin Tao seemed to be a little interested in the next two sports.

If it was usual, the information obtained from the mouth of Ye Fei, a dead friend, should be extremely reliable.

But this time, Lin Tao hesitated.

It seems that Zhao Honggui didn't have any displeasure or abnormal reactions in the whole two classes, and he didn't even mention anything related to the word "Lin Tao".

Everything seems too calm.

Whether this is the tranquility before the storm or just Zhao Honggui's silent catharsis, Lin Tao can't guess, but arguing with the head teacher seems to always be an indispensable alternative rebellion in his high school career.

So when Lin Tao learned the news that "Teacher Zhao has gone to the provincial capital" from other teachers in the office, this apprehension and incomprehension were further deepened and sublimated.

But Zhao Honggui's "sudden" disappearance did not seem to be an accident, after the last English class in the afternoon.

6. The list of teachers who rushed to the provincial capital for training announced in the 6 Central Board newspaper has Zhao Honggui's name on it.

Looking at the name outlined in black letters on the big red paper, Lin Tao couldn't help but smile.

Sometimes, when the inner apprehension and restlessness suddenly disappear, it always feels like a long-lost silence and indifference after a storm.

But what Lin Tao couldn't have imagined was that the turning point would come so quickly, and it was a little overwhelming.

Of course, the trip to the provincial capital did not let Zhao Honggui glance at the fact that Lin Tao was absent from class on Friday, so when Zhao Honggui appeared at the back door of Class 1 with a blank face when he read it on Monday morning.

Lin Tao didn't think it was strange, and even let out a long breath a little calmly.

"Teacher Zhao. ”

1 corridor outside the class.

Lin Tao's voice was drowned in the sound of reading aloud in the morning, and he couldn't make a wave.

The expression on Zhao Honggui's face, which seemed to be a little depressed, still made Ye Fei, who peeked out of the window with his side face on his face, a little apprehensive.

Zhao Dangjia's mood didn't seem to be very good, and he could only pray for Lin Tao secretly.

In fact, it was not only Ye Fei who was looking at Lin Tao and Zhao Honggui outside the window in Class 1, Hu Meifang was not surprised, Rao Yan covered her ears and stole the bell, pretending to be indifferent, but glanced out of the window from time to time.

What surprised her was that Su Rui, who was sitting in the front row of the two, opened her lips slightly, drawing a slightly surprised arc in the air.

In his heart, he suddenly looked at Rao Yan as if he had discovered some new continent.

When did the ice and snow goddess in class 1 become interested in Lin Tao, a "three-pronged student" with poor grades, poor character and poor personality.

This is undoubtedly a brand new topic of gossip.

But Su Rui's expression fell into Rao Yan's eyes, but it was not so.

A woman's heart is always extremely delicate and sensitive, and she can see that there is a hint of curiosity in Su Rui's eyes.

Turning his head to look at Lin Tao, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The smooth way of things made Lin Tao a little confused.

Zhao Honggui didn't go too far into the matter of missing class last Friday, but instead asked some irrelevant topics such as whether he had any thoughts on recent studies.

Lin Tao didn't know why Zhao Honggui's attitude had changed so much.

But undoubtedly, such a shift is always good.

Even everyone in Class 1, including Ye Fei, was surprised that Zhao Dangjia actually let Lin Tao skip class like this.

Is it justified to skip class?

Of course.

Facts always speak louder than words.

In 2005, when the test was a horse score, 6 junior high schools became the star of the whole city of Matsudaira in July with their excellent results, and even the topic of the whole year.

However, the students of No. 6 Middle School stood on the cusp of No. 6 Middle School with excellent results as the tide of the examination room, and the scenery was infinite.

When Zhao Honggui stepped on the bell of the first class and walked into the classroom with a stack of test papers.

Lin Tao seemed to suddenly understand something.

Just like after a long drought, a downpour brings not only the joy of a long time later, but also the vitality of pouring out breath in the rain to thrive.

I couldn't understand that Zhao Honggui was mixed with shock and surprise, as well as unbelievable complex emotions.

The gaze that fell on Lin Tao had never been so calm.

There was only heavy gasping and quiet waiting in the classroom.

Silence seems to have become a common expectation in the hearts of everyone in Class 1.

In the youth that has passed, when the footprints of the three points and one line outline the picture of the entire high school career, perhaps only the repeated exams and post-exam results can comfort this dog-like life.

Honor students expect a pretty number.

Poor students expect an ideal number.

Partial students expect an excuse to at least I have a good number.

And Lin Tao.

But I was expecting a beautiful blow.

With a graceful attitude, it was born out of thin air, drawing a beautiful arc in the years of youth.

No doubt.

This is a war, a game in which there is no smoke of gunpowder, no soldiers, no blood and sweat, only the stroke of the pen, only wisdom, and only ideals.

Everyone is swaying with the initial enthusiasm of their youth, making a sprint posture in the long journey of life, and yearning for that beautiful university life.

Every time the numbers in Zhao Honggui's mouth seem to become the clarion call for every battle, the cold numbers are like beating drums, vibrating, agitating the rushing heat in the chest.

"Ye Fei, 89!"

"it!"

The deep voice rolled in Ye Fei's throat and flowed through the tip of his tongue, but it did not turn into a roar.

Lin Tao glanced at his dead friend a little sideways, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

The power of love is indeed great.

Perhaps Ye Fei would never have imagined that in his youth in that life, he had never reached the height of 89 points in the Chinese exam paper with a full score of 150 points.

Although only 1 point was enough to make him enter the passing army, for Ye Fei, 89 points was already an unprecedented height for him.

Hope is always beautiful, and the road to the goal will never be easy.

"Taozi, you said that if I continue to progress like this, I can't get any hope for college, so you have to work harder, and you can't always drag your feet. ”

After getting the test paper, Ye Fei leaned in Lin Tao's ear and said a word.

However, what made Ye Fei a little depressed was that Lin Tao didn't seem to have any resistance to this, not even a symbolic struggle.

In Lin Tao's eyes, Ye Fei's actions were undoubtedly a little immature and even idiotic, but he didn't feel weird, even a trace of disgust.

Not many people know how obsessed the students of No. 6 Middle School are with their test scores, even students like Ye Fei, who have no way to retreat in the class.

There is no way back, only forward, and it seems that it is not just a joke.

Lin Tao didn't know how long Ye Fei's motivation from Hu Meifang would last, maybe three days, maybe a month, maybe a year.

But that's high school.

This is the youth of high school students.

Publicity, unscrupulous and sympathetic.

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