I finally endured until the beginning of school, and when I came to school, the report card and the placement list had already been posted.

My overall score ranked seventy-second in the whole grade, a little bit better than before, and Long Tong was not in the top ten this time, compared to the previous semester, it still declined, it seems that she and I are the best of the other!

I roughly calculated, if it is a separate ranking of liberal arts grades, I am not a few points behind her, my comprehensive literature is similar to hers, English and Chinese are not as good as hers, but my math is much higher than hers, and she and I can be ranked in the top 50 in liberal arts.

And that arrogant Yang Jing is even more ** this time, the ranking of liberal arts grades has actually reached the top ten in the whole class, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, no matter how beautiful she is, I won't like her, not to mention that the height gap is completely unbearable for me.

I'm so satisfied with this result, there is a top liberal arts class in the whole grade, if Long Tong chooses liberal arts, then it is entirely possible for me to be in the same class with her, and finally be able to make my dream come true, this expectation can finally be realized, and I guess I will laugh when I fall asleep in the future.

But compared to the ranking of science, I am far from Long Tong, she is ranked 70th in science, and I am directly hovering in the 100th.

In this school, some people are very poor in science, so the overall score ranking goes far away, but the liberal arts scores alone are very high.

The same is true for some students who have chosen science. I don't think my family will let me go to science anymore because my liberal arts grades are much better than science.

I looked at the class list again, and I was placed in the ethnic class of the second and third classes of high school, and I ranked fifteenth in the ethnic class. I was stupid all of a sudden, wasn't it just statistics when I filled in the volunteer before? Why did it suddenly decide, what the hell is this ethnic class?

This situation is like a bolt from the blue! How depressed I must be. Looking at Long Tong, she really chose liberal arts, and she was in the Wenjian class, there was only one class in the Wenjian class, if I chose the liberal arts when I chose statistics as a subject, then I would definitely be in the same class with her now.

It's so bloody that I don't know what to do, but in order to be in the same class as Long Tong, I think only my little uncle can help me, because he is a teacher at the school and works in the academic affairs office.

For the sake of the goddess, I really had the cheekiness to find my little uncle and strongly expressed to him my desire to study liberal arts, because he is the teacher of the school's academic affairs office, and he should be able to help me change my will. At first, I thought he would refuse, but I didn't expect him to readily agree, saying that he could help me ask.

My uncle usually doesn't promise anyone anything easily, if he does it, then I won't be condemned to death in the sophomore national class, so that I can see my beloved goddess every day, maybe I can still have the honor to be at the same table with her, wouldn't it be beautiful!

Half worried and half happy, it's been a week since school started, and there is no news from my little uncle, and I am starting to despair.

Infinite disappointment and sadness, maybe my uncle just perfunctory me, didn't take my request seriously, because everyone thought I should study science.

Is it my destiny to only look at her from such a distance, and not get close to her? Could it be that God has admitted that there is a distance between me and her?

On Monday's evening self-study, the announcement suddenly sounded, "Attention students, please note that students who want to change their liberal arts and science majors should go to the school academic office to fill in the changes after the first evening self-study tonight!" ”。

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I heard this broadcast, and the depression of the past few days was swept away, it seems that God is not so ruthless, and still gives me hope. It made me happy! I finally waited until the end of the first evening self-study class, and I hurried to the school affairs office. As soon as I arrived at the door of the Academic Affairs Office, I saw my uncle, he stopped me, told me to answer the phone, and then gave me the phone, I knew that it was broken, and I didn't know if my volunteer could be changed to another thing.

As soon as I received the call, my mother hurried insulting on the other end of the phone, and it seemed that she was very angry, she just didn't allow me to fill in the liberal arts.

How should this be done? Then there were calls from other aunts, all of whom advised me. What is this called? Whether to do well with them or obey them is a conflict and a struggle.

On one side is my family, and on the other side is my beloved goddess, how to choose?

Looking back on the past, no matter what I did, I always obeyed the arrangements of my parents, and everything had to be done according to their will, as if I had not been able to choose seriously for myself once, since the award certificate was torn up, I always had a resentment in my heart, and I wanted to break with them, and the more they didn't want me to do it in the future, the more I had to do it.

I returned the phone to my uncle, he didn't reply to me for a week was very atmospheric, I rushed into the academic office from in front of him, took the form and was ready to start filling it out, but I forgot to bring a pen, so I looked around, wanted to borrow a pen to use, just under this look, I saw a familiar figure, that is, Yang Jing.

It took me aback, and I wondered if she was crazy, or if she was sick. She is so good at liberal arts, she is already ten in the whole school, and she still has to fill in the science subject instead.

I looked at the form she was filling out, it was the second class of high school, and it was next door to our class. Of course, her grades were completely qualified to stay in the second class of the second year of high school, and when she finished filling out the form, she looked up and saw me, and found that I was looking at the volunteer changes she was filling in, and looked a little surprised, then glared at me and threw the pen directly to me.

Her actions made me very unhappy, but I was also impatient to pay attention to such a proud girl, and ignoring her would only make me more angry. After I took the pen, I didn't look at her, and she started to fill it out.

As soon as I looked up, I saw that the old class was holding the form I had just filled out, and the old class looked at me and asked, "Are you really thinking about going to the liberal arts?" ”

"Yes!" I nodded and replied.

"No matter what you choose, I just want to tell you that all the things you throw down the way are not needed", I feel that this is the first time since I met Lao Ban that he has said a word to me so seriously.

"I know!" , I didn't seem to understand what the old class said, so I simply ignored it and replied.

"Do you really know?" , Lao Ban looked at me and asked meaningfully.

"I don't know", now I scratched my head, since I reread the report and was scolded by the old class, the old class has never been so serious about me, I don't think there is any need to lie to him.

Although I really hate him many times, I don't know why at this moment, but I can't hate him. Maybe I'm about to leave his class, and I'm happy that I'm no longer under his control. But at this moment, I felt an indescribable helplessness.

Seeing me like this, Lao Ban took out a folded piece of paper from his trouser pocket and handed it to me, saying, "If you really don't know, I want you to look at the content of the paper, maybe you will think more clearly!" With that, he put the piece of paper in my hand, turned around and left.

When I opened the paper, I saw that it was actually a hand-copied "To the Oak Tree" by Shu Ting, which was a modern poem about love that I learned in my freshman year of high school.

Looking at this poem, I was silent for a long time, and in an instant I realized that everything I was thinking in my heart was known to the old class of the bird's nest.