The students in the first class of the second year of high school sit in the sweaty classroom, the ceiling fan above their heads slowly rotates, symbolically blowing away that little bit of heat, it is always very hot in the summer, and the school uniform has also changed from the winter school uniform of the long shirt to the short-sleeved white summer dress, the school uniform of the girls in the student era is very thin and has a thin grid because of the problem of fabric breathability, and when the weather is particularly hot in the summer, it is easy to sweat, and it sticks to the body after sweating. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

These sudden spring light is inevitable, after all, this is a problem of the quality of school uniforms, of course, it is the boys' own problem, some boys will turn their heads sideways even if they see it, and some boys will look at it secretly.

For example, Liu Lei, a little slut, stood in the corridor holding on to the guardrail of the iron pipe, and lowered his head to look for the girls walking under the flower bed, most of these girls came back from physical education class, so sweating profusely is certain, and they walked under the flower bed, occasionally revealing white Huahua's arms and legs, which are very youthful and tempting.

Liu Lei had a very obscene smile on his face, and whispered to a buddy next to him about which girl's vest color was good, and when he was talking, he felt that no one was paying attention to him, and turned his head around, and found that Yang Xiaomin was looking at him without blinking, and his buddy had already left silently, and he didn't know how long Yang Xiaomin had been standing next to him, who told Liu Lei to look too attentive.

Su Can and the others gathered around the window outside the classroom to look at him, their faces full of schadenfreude, and said squirmingly, Liu Lei, this kid must have been planted this time, and he didn't even know that the head teacher was here, and he deserved it.

"Copy the student code yourself, don't let me say more." Yang Xiaomin snorted lightly.

Liu Lei shrugged his head and said honestly: "I know." "I was wailing in my heart, these guys who gloated about the disaster, they didn't give any reminders, they were really a bunch of bad friends.

Yang Xiaomin then walked into the classroom, Su Can and the others hurriedly sat down, their heads held high, their eyes not squinting, and their eyes rested on Yang Xiaomin, who was in black teacher clothes on the podium.

Her plump body line is not plump or too thin, the black tone adds a mysterious sense of color, the professional standing posture makes it possible to keep her legs sore in class, the willow eyebrows are slightly erect, the pair of apricot pupils swept everyone in the classroom, that is the student she has taken for nearly a year, although Yang Xiaomin is mysterious and serious in the eyes of everyone, but she is still full of recognition and emotion in the heart of this group of hard-working children.

The red light penetrated through the door, sprinkled on the small raised place in front of the classroom lectern, the light and shadow were mottled, the blackboard brush on the podium stood sideways, the oil-covered board brush part was somewhat peeled, it looked like some years, the chalk of various colors was placed in the chalk box, the white dust was like dust, and it was white and lingering in the light column of the air, and below it were students who held their heads high and did not squint, or familiar, or green......

As if it should have been like this many years ago, familiar, and warm, relive this scene.

With the sound of "quack" pushing the door, Liu Lei pushed open the back door and stood from behind to report, which quickly made Yang Xiaomin get out of this distracted scene, nodded, and Liu Lei quickly sat down in his seat.

"Students, your senior year of high school has a few days to go to the college entrance examination this battlefield, this is destined to be a lonely road that can not retreat, squeezed into the narrow single-plank bridge in the thousands of troops, the hardships are unimaginable, there will be countless tribulations, and they will be liberated after the college entrance examination, and the future is unknown, but! You're still young! It's also full of countless unknowns, and anything is possible, so here, no matter how hard and hard, I hope you can persevere. Yang Xiaomin's words were very ordinary, not much sensational, but all the students present had a sense of urgency in their hearts.

Hold on, hold on for another year, and soon you will be liberated. Everyone has a voice in their hearts talking, and they have all insisted to this point, the persistence of junior high school, the persistence of three years of high school, isn't it just for this last college entrance examination? What else is there to be afraid of and confused?

There's a fire burning in my heart!

As if they were suppressing something, everyone lowered their heads, and there were occasional bursts of wild shouts of liberation outside the window, and in the next few days a year, they would shout and shout like the third year of high school, right?

After Yang Xiaomin finished speaking, she whispered a lot of things, these things are all clichés, but the most helpless thing is that it must be said, after finishing speaking, the math teacher He Jun came in, and the dimples could be faintly seen on her baby fat cheeks, but her expression was serious.

The final exam of the second year of high school is also approaching, He Jun did not continue to talk about new topics, but went back to talk about it, and talked about the knowledge points he had learned before in detail like fried cold rice, including the ways to solve various question types, and explained it in detail.

After class, He Jun packed up his lesson plan and walked out of the classroom, and the classmates in the class suppressed their emotions and did not speak, until they were quiet for a while, and then began to squirm.

Su Can felt that the atmosphere in the classroom was a little depressing, so he got up and walked out of the classroom, standing in the corridor to breathe, the scorching sun in summer baked the earth, the leaves of the camphor tree were also scorched and yellowed by the heat, and a wave of heat could be felt in the air.

Since there is still half a year to go before the end of the century, many buildings are beginning to progress towards modernization, many industries are in the ascendant, but they are beginning to flourish again, and the games in the disc game room are also beginning to show a trend of development, Red Alert, Unreal Tournament, Quake III, StarCraft, Age of Empires, and the game is in full swing.

The Internet café is full of LAN StarCraft, if there is a game that can let everyone play for ten years without getting tired, then it is no exaggeration to say that StarCraft is still a major game event in the next ten years, which is enough to show the classic and influence of this game, if Westwood is the creator of real-time strategy games, then Blizzard is the real king of real-time strategy games, there is no one.

Some students are addicted to the game and can't extricate themselves, listening to Liu Lei said, there was originally a boy in a grade game in No. 1 Middle School, because he played StarCraft, abandoned his study, and did not return all night, and his record was circulated in the crowd that he fought for five days and four nights, slept in an Internet café, woke up and continued to play, and fought all night.

Of course, the era of online games has not yet come, for example, the hottest legend in later generations has not yet appeared in China, and even the first test is zero zero years, and that era is the most golden time for online games.

The change of Pinghai town is actually very slow, and the coastal cities outside the outside world blow this tide wind and that trend wind, but no matter what, it can't blow into this remote inland town.

199 commemorated for the sake of commemoration.

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