At noon, the sun was scorching, the heat wave was rolling, the four of them walked the hibiscus tree-lined road on the right side of the "Taoli Garden", bypassed the overpass, walked directly to the west slope bend, walked towards the dormitory on the top of the mountain, and took the lunch box to the canteen to eat. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the school radio was playing the song "Come to Taipei to See the Rain in Winter": "Come to Taipei to see the rain in winter, don't cry in a foreign land......"

Yang Zijian said very strangely: "Why does our school always play Meng Tingwei's songs? ”

Xie Xiaoqin said strangely: "Don't you know, the announcer of the school radio station is Ouyang Qian from our class, she likes Meng Tingwei very much, I asked her to play the Little Tigers several times, she said it's okay, and she forgot about it when she turned around." ”

Ouyang Qian is one of the four major classes in class (2), petite and cute, talking like a silver bell, usually lively like a certain sister who hosts a children's TV show, how do you know that she actually likes this kind of sad song, people can't look good!

Lin Xun said: "The radio station is going to write a letter and order songs, Xiaoqin, if you want to listen to the Little Tigers, you should put the letter in the mailbox." ”

Chen Jiaoju immediately said: "Xiao Qin, I'll help you submit the letter together, and see if Ouyang Qian dares to pretend to be stupid." ”

Xie Xiaoqin didn't care and said: "It doesn't matter, in fact, I like to listen with headphones, and I just happened to meet her that day, so I said that." Hehe, I heard that she pursued He Dongzhen, who was in the sophomore (5th) class, that is, the president of our student union. ”

Wow, this is a terrible gossip, and a few people immediately started gossiping.

After walking more than 100 meters uphill, Yang Zijian's calves trembled, he was covered with sweat, panting and complaining: "Damn, every time I climb back to the dormitory, I have to consume a lot of calories, which is really terrible!" ”

Lin Xun smiled crisply: "Your body is too weak, it's best to exercise more." All the roommates in my 409 dormitory have to get up early and go for a morning run every day, and these hundreds of meters of ramp are nothing. ”

Yang Zijian thought about it, he was frail and sickly in his previous life, and he was in a sub-healthy state when he died suddenly, and now that he has finally been reborn, is he changing his lifestyle? The body is the capital of the revolution! But thinking of these people insisting on getting up at five o'clock every day and running for half an hour in the morning, I couldn't help but feel numb on my scalp, hesitated for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "This, let me think about it again, next week, yes, I will run in the morning next week, no, I will make a decision next month." "This is the typical idea of procrastination cancer.

Leaving problems to the next generation and allowing time to solve them is a glorious tradition of our country, isn't it?

When they heard this, they all laughed, knowing that Yang Zijian was not determined to run in the morning at all.

Xie Xiaoqin's family is good, he has always been pampered, his body is a little blessed, and he doesn't like to run in the morning, but he has his own sports hobbies, so he asked: "Zijian, what sports do you like?" ”

Yang Zijian's eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "I like to play table tennis, by the way, I remember that you have a wrong double-sided tape table tennis racket, let's play a few times when we have time." Haha, I'm an invincible gold medalist in Nantang Town. He couldn't help but brag, in Nantang Junior High School, his level was indeed first-class.

Xie Xiaoqin asked strangely, "Hey, how do you know I have a racket?" The racket was given to me by my uncle, and I kept it in the box and never took it out until now. ”

Of course Yang Zijian knew, he grinned and said vaguely: "I have heard you say it, but it seems to be a dream." ”

Xie Xiaoqin believed it, he did often talk in his dreams, he was happy for his friends who were interested in the same way, and excitedly suggested: "Then let's go play ball after self-study class in the afternoon!" ”

Yang Zijian had some itchy skills and almost agreed, but thinking of his own plan to make money by contributing, he shook his head and sighed: "Tomorrow afternoon, I'm really not free today." ”

Xie Xiaoqin was not too keen on playing, so he nodded and agreed.

"You're not available today?" Lin Xun asked curiously, "I see that you have been writing essays for several classes, why is this, do you really want to be like Mr. Lu Xun, submit manuscripts to earn manuscript fees?" ”

Xie Xiaoqin's little fellow heard this, and immediately sneered: "My God, Yang Zijian, are you good at writing?" Why didn't I hear from Mr. Lin in the first class? How can a junior high school student's essay be published in a newspaper if he submits it himself? Unless recommended by the language teacher to the newspaper, it is also difficult to publish. Although the admission rate of our Nanjian No. 1 Middle School is good, the composition is a weakness, which is much worse than that of the No. 3 Middle School. There is a sophomore named Ma Qiuyuan in the third middle school who is the most famous, and he has published many narratives and novels in the national "Campus Literature", "Juvenile Literature and Art", "Middle School Student World", and "Juvenile Daily". The literature school magazine of the No. 3 Middle School is the most famous among more than 10 middle schools in the city, Ma Qiuyuan is the deputy editor-in-chief, and there are many people in our No. 1 Middle School who have submitted articles......"

In China, middle school students have never been regarded as adults, with almost no autonomy, and want to freely submit articles to newspapers and magazines for middle school students, except for the teacher to write a letter of recommendation or a brief review, it is difficult to publish it on the student page, for which Yang Zijian agrees.

The excellent composition of No. 1 Middle School is weaker than that of No. 3 Middle School, and Yang Zijian also recognizes it.

In the three years of high school in my previous life, the essays of the liberal arts class that Mr. Lin was in charge of, and dozens of essays were recommended by Mr. Lin, but only one argumentative essay was published in the provincial "Student Weekly", not to mention the essays of the science class, and the whole army was wiped out.

The reason for this is that the Chinese teacher of No. 1 Chinese is too good, and he has strict rhetorical requirements for words and paragraphs, just like writing eight strands, lacking aura and innovation. On the contrary, the pressure of going to school in the third middle school is not high, and the Chinese teacher is more casual and indulgent, but a group of writing geniuses have emerged. However, when it comes to the exam, the average score of the essay in the first middle school is much higher than that of the third middle school.

Yang Zijian was very surprised that Xie Xiaoqin's little fellow was so clear about the campus literature situation in the city, so he couldn't help asking: "Do you know a lot?" By the way, what's your name? ”

The little fellow immediately blackened his face and turned his head away.

Xie Xiaoqin covered his mouth and smiled sullenly for a while, and replied on his behalf: "Chen Jiaoju, his name is Chen Jiaoju, my hair is small, his mother is a primary school Chinese teacher, she likes to read books since she was a child, and she writes well. ”

Yang Zijian groaned: "The white horse is in the Empty Valley, and it is like jade. This is a sentence from "The Book of Songs", your mother has a good name, and it seems that she expects a lot from you. ”

Chen Jiaoju glanced at Yang Zijian strangely, he was surprised that he knew so much about the Book of Songs, snorted proudly, strode forward, and while talking, they had already arrived at their respective dormitories.

Yang Zijian and Xie Xiaoqin walked into No. 405 successively.

Xie Xiaoqin took the lunch box and vegetable basin and explained beside him: "Xiaoju is a single-parent family, he has been bullied since he was a child, he has a strange temperament, and his speech is a little mean, don't care." ”

Yang Zijian cared about this kind of thing, and immediately smiled indifferently: "It's okay." ”