Youth, if you take it literally, has been given a pretty and neutral explanation in the sea of words, which will not provoke opposition or bias from either side.

However, this does not seem to be the case.

During this period, people who eulogize, enjoy, and wantonly sway their youth are constantly trying to define their "youth". Their self-proclaimed unique, wonderful, unrepeatable youth is precisely a reproduction of some pre-existing consciousness.

What's more, what is even more tragic is that the "youth" they interpret is really a mutilated and inferior imitation - a fake under the consciousness of the real Zài.

Imitating the mature and stable members of society, they have built their so-called dreams; It imitates the existing meanings from various literatures, philosophies, and sciences. Know. Shape. state, they determined their own three views; Imitating the limited social form, they have perfected their social communication methods and status......

However, imitation, which is neither complete nor perfect, is nothing more than a kind of crippled life—the so-called youth in this trial-and-error place called the school.

They are moving towards mature social beings, but because of various imperfections, they have not yet become social beings, and they are content with this special life that is different from social people. Like some of the things they yearn for, they can't be the ones they yearn for.

Let me make it clear that the so-called youth is nothing more than a by-product of trial and error before people enter the factory of society.

The reason for this is that people who are in their "youth" are not able to correctly recognize and accept their mistakes. For them, it's just trial and error, not really wrong. Because the so-called "consequences" borne in reality are not at all hierarchical, which also leads to the natural idealization of people's objective understanding of things and their practice of the norms in their youth. This achieves the romance and hope overflowing in "youth", which is different from the reality of society.

To sum up, their so-called youth is nothing more than a fake.

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Looking at the beautiful and clever teacher in front of him, he can be said to have gritted his teeth and finished reading his composition, well, in fact, looking at the beautiful and clever teacher in front of him, Kinoshita Chikaku walked with a match.

I didn't expect my Chinese teacher not only to have a great painting style, but also to have such a wonderful voice, which is really profitable.

"I said—" The beautiful teacher in front of him seemed to notice the fact that Qianyu was distracted, and pulled Qianqi's attention back with a voice that was a hundred times more majestic than just now.

"Ah~ I didn't expect Jing-chan to not only be beautiful, but also have such a wonderful voice. Sure enough, it's better to go on a date with me, huh? ”

"Poof"

A muffled sound, not from the mouth, but from the real body will make a sound that interrupts Qianyu's words. The beautiful teacher named Shizuka Hiratsuka withdrew her fist, sighed and said, "Don't add 'sauce' to the teacher's title......"

I didn't revise the rest of the text, I don't know if I was used to the content of the student's whimsical conversation in front of me, or for what reason. On the other hand, he was in a state of speechlessness due to the strong impact he had just received.

"Ahh......h

"Alas...... Qianqi, what you wrote was put aside first, and you didn't even write the title, do you remember what the title of this essay was? ”

Rubbing the place in the middle of the body, Qianzhu, who had finally recovered (if he said that he was in the middle, it would be really impossible to say whether the whole play would end) moved his brain, which was like a goldfish, and said: "Sure enough, it was a direct blow of enthusiasm, Jing (sauce)...... Teacher—"

Looking at Mr. Hiratsuka, who was in an instant posture again, Qian Yu finally swallowed some unreliable adjectives.

"Of course, I remember the title of the essay as 'Reviewing High School Life.'"

Hiratsuka Shizune, who instantly switched back from the jump wind, pressed her hand to her head and sighed deeply: "But how can you extend this topic to this kind of inferior composition that is full of weird theories and has no arguments, as if it were piecing together complex words, like a little trick of a writer who doesn't sell very well." ”

"Oh~ quite a detailed and targeted evaluation, Jing (sauce)...... Teacher," sorted out the clothes that were a little messy from being rubbed and abused, and Qian Yu continued: "Actually, I saw a student being bumped into in the hallway, and it just so happened that his essay was also on this topic." Then I found that his content was surprisingly interesting, so I rewrote a copy of it. ”

"Ah, I see. Although I understand that you have the same talent as the excellent memory setting of high-IQ characters in the comics, but in this way (anyway, what is very smooth in the exam will pass guò, so usually this kind of similar practice will give full play to its fun. Let's do it! ), the deviation will definitely come down. Hiratsuka-sensei shook his head helplessly, "Also, if the student you said had rotting dead fish eyes. Well, yes, I'm pretty sure who you said that classmate was - he was in the same class as you! ”

Looking at the head teacher in front of him, Qianyu scratched his head helplessly. There's no way, even if you say that, he was only transferred from Class J to Class F where Hiratsuka was the homeroom teacher in the second grade. The classmates in the class can't recognize everything at all, okay......

"Alas...... That's it this time, I still have one more trouble to deal with, you go back first. ”

Hiratsuka seemed to be about to run out of strength, waving the manuscript paper that had been rolled into a bucket in her hand and sending her back to class.

"That's right, Shizu-chan...... Sure enough, let's go on a date tonight. On the top floor of the Royal Hotel Okura, AngelLadder, I'm in for a treat! ”

"Let's talk about it when you make your own money, little ghost......" As if squeezing out a trace of strength, Hiratsuka Jing gently knocked Qian's head with a paper tube, "Also, don't add 'sauce' to the teacher's title......"

"Hey-hey-ah, the location doesn't change, I'm there until 12 o'clock......"

Qian Yu turned away, and uttered words that didn't look like they were real. Hiratsuka behind him, unexpectedly, just muttered.

When I walked to the door of the office, I suddenly bumped into the oncoming student, who seemed to be quite familiar - especially the real pair of "rotten dead fish eyes".

"Oh, it's really you. Aha...... Thank you for your continued care. Eh, dead fish-eyed classmates? ”