The pattern behind the blackboard was scribbled and altered, the flying chalk dust was sprinkled all over the warm times, and the calcium sulfate with a slightly pungent smell fell on the shoulders of the flowers and teenagers with a little height gap, and it was realized in a hazy way, and together they went to the distant dream of the frost falling all over their heads. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Settling in the last row, I was often amazed by the many things that happened here.

High school is a weird novel, it has a jerky beginning, a climax of struggle, but no ending. Before the college entrance examination, everyone returned to their hometowns, and many people were not in contact, as if they had experienced a period of youth together, in a dream.

In the second year of high school, many people went out to study art, and many people went to the spring college entrance examination class, and there were less than forty people left in the original class of more than 50 people at this time, resulting in the originally crowded seat gap becoming wider, leaving a more than one meter of space at the back of the classroom.

After the last parent-teacher conference, the parents bought three pots of pothos and put them in the back space, aiming to purify the air.

But if you can't absorb the sun, you'll be sick all day long, and you'll have no vitality.

Although these three pots of pothos did not attract the attention of other students, they still accompanied me for half a year, and I am very happy to have them.

However, they always have two enemies.

One is the head of the house, and the other is a small comic.

As we all know, these two people are a pair of living treasures, and the little tease is more than the main language of the chief of the house to conquer, these two people work together to avoid even the super brother who is known as a siege weapon, but they are doing it against each other.

In the dormitory, it's basically the head of the dormitory who crushes the little comics, but in such a wide field as the classroom, the small comic is basically a trick on the head of the house, but the ending is basically blocked in the back and do a lot of work.

As a result, these three pots of pothos were often accidentally injured by the head of the house, either being beaten crooked or overturned. Although I don't know the language of plants, I still feel their deep hatred for the chief, and I'm really worried that one day they will grow pea heads, so there is a realistic version of "Plants vs. So-and-so Kai".

I often bring my phone to class, and I am present most of the time when they are in trouble, so I have a lot of 'precious' photos stored in my phone, but unfortunately I lost them later, and I lost a lot of photos worth remembering.

Another thing is that on the day the number on the blackboard became 120, we boys played a real game together.

It's called "Come and chase me", which is a game of three-person running and seven-person chasing in the interval between evening self-study classes, which is based on the three teaching buildings of the first, second, and third years of high school.

Anyway, if I hadn't been caught by the head teacher, I think I would have been able to run longer...

When I returned to work, I always faced the back blackboard, and the three numbers on the blackboard always felt very long for me.

But it's not long, it's a blink of an eye.