The second class classroom has about 100 square meters, 3 long rows of double desks, and a total of 62 seats. The two blackboards at the front and back of the classroom are written in chalk on the upper right corner of the eye-catching "41". It seems that the students are reminded to hurry up all the time. In Meng Fanzhu's impression, the third year of high school is the most depressing and busiest year in his life, even if he experiences decades in his dreams, there is no year of pressure that can be compared with this year.

Come to your table and sit down. Meng Fanzhu's seat is in the sixth row by the window, and the same table is a girl named Li Wei, with ordinary grades, and her appearance is not very outstanding, she is usually very low-key, except for answering questions, she rarely speaks, even if she is at the same table for three years, what Meng Fanzhu said to her, she can count it on two hands. I read shoujo manga in my hand in my spare time. Meng Fanzhu once pondered that if Zhou Jun spent half of his time reading comics to read textbooks, it should not be a problem to focus on one. At this time, Zhou Jun had just arrived, and he was sorting out the exercises, and when he saw Meng Fanzhu coming, he nodded with a smile but did not speak. Song Yang sat in the front row of Meng Fanzhu. There are already a lot of students in the class, some are reading, some are doing questions, and some are chatting together. There are also familiar faces walking in at the door one after another, looking at these young and youthful faces, Meng Fanzhu has a faint sadness in his heart, 3 years of classmates, to be good, not to say a few words, not pleasing to the eye, in more than 40 days, they will be separated, and everyone will go their separate ways in the future. Only when you enter the society will you suddenly find how precious the friendship of classmates is. Shaking his head, he chased away his emotions and lowered his head to take out the textbook from his bag. It is estimated that apart from myself, no classmates have realized the upcoming separation under the weight of the college entrance examination.

When he was looking down to sort out the textbook, Song Yang's big head stretched out and whispered, "Little pig, look, look, your goddess is here!"

Hearing Song Yang's words, Meng Fanzhu raised her head suddenly, and a tall girl with a long ponytail and a pink schoolbag walked into the classroom. The first thing that caught the girl's attention was her two long legs, which can occupy three-fifths of her body. The figure is also convex and backward, even if you are wearing a fat school uniform, you can see the straight buttocks and the very well-developed breasts, with the eyes of Meng Fanzhu's decades-old editor, there is definitely a D. But the most impressive thing is her appearance, with a delicate melon seed face, eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a hint of charm in her innocence, it seems that the contradiction that should have been opposed has been perfectly integrated here with the girl.

She is the class flower of the second class of the third year of high school, and she is also the goddess in the eyes of the entire senior high school boys in the ninth middle school. Anya, as her name suggests, is quiet and elegant. Not only that, Anya is also a member of the second class of the study committee, which gives her a halo on the basis of beauty, after all, in Songjiang No. 9 Middle School, a provincial key school, grades are a symbol of status. Therefore, Anya, who is beautiful and has good homework, has become the most eye-catching scenery in the second class. During the recess of each class, there were always boys from other classes who walked past the door of the second class and peeked at her a few times, and some boys stood at the door of the classroom and deliberately spoke loudly, hoping to attract Anya's attention. Meng Fanzhu has always had a crush on Anya before, from the surprise of the first meeting in high school, the hazy affection of a boy for a beautiful girl, to the secret feelings and unrequited love later. He also secretly wrote several love letters in the dead of night, but in the end he didn't have the courage to send them out, and after hesitating, he was torn apart and thrown into the sewer.

In the dream life, Meng Fanzhu went to Long Province University to major in journalism, while Anya was admitted to BJ University's School of Foreign Chinese. After graduation, the two had no contact, just like two straight lines after passing through the intersection of high school, they followed their tracks without hesitation and never looked back. It wasn't until the class reunion many years later that Anya's friend said that she graduated and went to the United States, and later cut off contact with all her classmates.

When Meng Fanzhu watched Anya fall into deep thought, the girl had already walked to her seat, just two rows to the right of Meng Fanzhu, a position that used to be very convenient for him to peek at her before. In the three years of high school, although the seats often rotated, the magic was that no matter how she changed, Anya always sat in the first two rows of herself." Could it be that this is also fate! I really didn't notice it before. Although Meng Fanzhu has gone through a dream life, he no longer has the youthful affection for Anya, but when he sees his young and beautiful crush again, he feels the slight fluctuations in his heart, and he is still in a good mood.

"Hey, look stupid again!" Song Yang's voice pulled Meng Fanzhu back from his thoughts. "You look at people so directly, but it's the first time, okay, little pig, come back from illness, and you're fat!

Looking at the obscene expression on the face of this dead fat man, Meng Fanzhu didn't bother to take care of him, lowered his head and continued to busy himself with his own business. may feel that Meng Fanzhu looked at her eyes for a long time, Anya also looked back at the boy behind her, curious why the classmate who was very shy before was so bold today, and he was different from the burning eyes of other boys, some appreciation, some nostalgia, and some emotion, the eyes are very deep, the temperament is also different, and there is a sense of maturity that is in great contrast with age. has been a classmate of Meng Fanzhu for three years, and I know that he always looks at himself secretly, and it is three years at a glance. I have a good impression of this boy who is sunny and handsome, quiet and has been paying attention to himself silently. But this kind of affection has not reached the level of affection between men and women, and Anya has long had a clear plan for her future under the repeated indoctrination of her parents, taking the BJ University and studying in the United States, which is her only direction of efforts at present. So for that snowflake love letter and countless confessions, Anya has never responded and never taken it seriously. I only had a trace of curiosity about Meng Fanzhu on the basis of a good impression. Seeing that the boy was no longer staring at him, he turned around and began to organize his textbook.

At this time, Jia Haibo, the squad leader sitting in the front row, walked to the table on Anya's left with an exercise book. "Anya, can I disturb you for a few minutes? I can't solve this problem. As he spoke, he put the workbook in front of Anya and pointed with his finger, "This is the question." ”

Attracted by the sound, I looked up and saw Anya moving her body slightly to the right, this kind of low-level and semi-forced accosting would only backfire. Coupled with the head of the shift, which is less than 160 in size, the head shape in the middle, Zou Baba's small face, and a pair of large glasses of more than 700 degrees. Meng Fanzhu shook his head, lowered his head and continued to busy himself. Chinese, English, Mathematics, History, Politics is advanced, the only short leg is geography, according to their current level, geography is not a problem to keep 60 points, so that Wen Zong can get at least 240 points, mathematics is confident to get a full score, Chinese and English to get a full score is impossible, but the average 135 points is no problem, so a conservative estimate of 660 points can still be expected, according to the 2003 score line, more safe, but to protect Peking University is a bit hanging, after all, last year the country experienced the fight against SARS, the school stopped classes for a long time, affecting the students' grades, so this year's score line must be higher than last year。 However, since my ancestors took care of me so much and gave me the scholar system, if I can't get into Peking University, let my parents glorify it, won't I be ashamed of my ancestors? Yes, we must complete the goal that I didn't dare to think of before, enter Peking University, and go to the highest university that has had countless masters!" Thinking about it, Meng Fanzhu began to make a final sprint plan, "In order to be safe, I have to walk on two legs, first of all, the remaining forty days, 90% of which should be used to advance the geography results, and the other five subjects can be used to clarify the knowledge points." Secondly, find a way to earn talent points, and strive for another lottery before the college entrance examination, although the probability of winning the lottery to improve the geography subject skill book is not more than 1 in 1,000, but the art is not pressing, more is the same. There are still 40 days before the college entrance examination, and there is no time to learn new skills, no time to participate in competitions, no time to write works, so I am worried!

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