On September 20, 2008, at seven o'clock in the morning, on the sixth floor of the teaching building of the No. 1 Middle School in P City, at the door of the classroom of the third year of cram school (17), my hands were on the balcony guardrail of the classroom corridor, and my eyes were fixed on the junction between the sky and the mountain peaks in the distance.

The glow pierced into my eyes, very pleasant, indescribably peaceful and calm, as if all my hopes were in the place where the red sun was about to pop out.

This should be my fifth year of high school, and it is also my last chance to change my life. If you can get into university this year, everything will be fine. If not, I don't know what will happen next, I may be like the unscrupulous buddies on the street, "riding a thousand miles of dust and fog, crazy galloping through the road to listen to who counts", or driving a large double-bridge car carrying coal in the day and night, or more likely like the little brother who is climbing the wall of the school boys' dormitory to paint・・・・・・・ and at this time, there is a wave of noise in the corridor, towards the direction of the end of the corridor, everyone turns their heads, and their eyes are fixed on one point.

She, her face is like a cold plum blooming, with a small piece of red in the snow-white petals, which makes people want to take it off, but they are reluctant. Her steps were light, her toes were down, her heels were up, there was no sound, and she seemed to be walking a wonderful dance step.

Wearing a solid color long skirt, tied in a ponytail as usual, it looks like a plum branch swaying in the wind and snow from a distance. I don't know how many times I've been fascinated by such a scene.

Every time I recall, my heart hurts, like being stabbed by someone, and the blood is losing drop by drop.

Of course, this is just the past, and now there is no her in this school, it is just my habitual fantasy about her.

So many things have happened, I still can't forget her, she has been wandering in my world, just like the red sun I am looking at, I must be admitted to her university.

That's right, she is my longing and unreachable goddess - Long Tong.

Back in September 2004, it was my second freshman year of high school.

Due to severe skin allergies in the first year of high school, as long as I was nervous, or had a fever during exercise, or ate some allergic food, I would be itchy, pimple, and extremely uncomfortable.

This disease made me very painful and annoyed for a while, but I was so helpless. The doctor said that it was cholinergic urticaria, which was the result of weakened immunity, and that it was not a fatal disease. To treat this disease, it is necessary to strengthen exercise and enhance physical fitness and immunity while taking medication.

In the first freshman year of high school, my studies were a mess, and my school would re-assign classes based on the final grades of the semester in the first and second years of high school, so I was very likely to be assigned to the school's basic class, which is the kind of class that is the worst in terms of discipline and grades in school. For mom and dad, this is absolutely unacceptable.

At this time, the disease in my body can be used as a proof that I am taking a leave of absence due to illness, so that I can repeat a new high school year and no longer have to go to the basic class. At the same time, if I have already studied the first year of high school, I can also have a good foundation in the new year of high school in the coming year.

Because my grades were so bad that I didn't have a score, I had no say in front of my father and mother, and I had to compromise except for compromise, and from here I started to create a high school career that I don't know if it was wonderful or tragic.

During the half-year sabbatical, I could only stay at home when there was sun, and I didn't dare to exercise vigorously, so I could only read more books or something. But for an active boy like me, it's an absolute killer.

The doctor said that the main reason for my severe skin allergies is a weakened immunity. In order to improve immunity and low allergies, in addition to taking medicine every day, I endured the pain and insisted on going for a run every morning, watching Sanda videos when I was fine, and I also learned some Sanda movements.

Originally, my specialty was table tennis, but unfortunately my friends were all in school, and there was no one to play with me, so I could only vent my inner irritability in the sandbag by practicing sanda, and so on and so on day after day.

Because I am afraid of allergies, I usually stay at home except for running, and rarely go anywhere else. When I go out, it's hard to find someone my age who can play together, and even if there is, someone who doesn't know each other well.

Since the fifth grade of primary school, my sister and I have followed my father to study elsewhere, rarely staying at home, and many of our childhood friends in the village only know people but don't remember their names.

Staying at home every day in addition to exercising is reading books, occasionally helping my mother take care of the business, being an otaku for nearly half a year, the hair is long, and I haven't gone to the combing, and the accumulated style is completely a standard second-class silk.

Looking at this appearance of myself, let's say it's familiar, it's a thing that I see in the mirror every day. Let's say I'm not familiar with it, I wasn't like this at all before, in fact, I don't like this way myself, it's better to look like a human.

It's just that the boring life makes me a little confused, maybe I didn't understand what loneliness was at that time, and it didn't matter what the shape was.

When I was in school, I was at the bottom of my class almost every time, but I was never a naughty student, but a good guy who didn't fight, smoke, drink, or go to an Internet café.

Maybe it has something to do with your personal situation! For all the days before I took a break from school, I was always the oldest and youngest boy in my class.

My dad used to be the principal of our town's junior high school, and our family lived near the school, so we were influenced by the school's reading atmosphere from an early age.

When I was four or five years old, there was no kindergarten in the town, and children were allowed to start school early, so I started school a year or two earlier than the average child.

It's just that after I went to high school, I was still childish, ignorant, and playful. I don't know what to do or what I need to do.

High school teachers are not as good as junior high school teachers and will not help you arrange your schedule and then stare at you to study. With such a relaxed environment, I was like a lazy cat in class, always squinting and napping to sleep, and every time the teacher woke me up, causing the whole class to laugh.

But this is just a small episode for me, as long as I sleep in junior high school, I have to clean the classroom after the approval. But the high school teacher is so good that he wakes you up and criticizes you and it's over.

It's easier to get out of class, you can get by playing table tennis, and you can play tiger and tiger, and the class is invincible. Perhaps it was because of this that my grades dropped sharply, and because of this, my father and mother had to make me take advantage of my illness to study and re-study the first year of high school.

Half a year's efforts have not been in vain, the situation of skin allergies has improved a lot, as long as you don't eat those foods that cause allergies, there is no big problem to keep exercising.

It's nice to finally be able to go back to school healthy in the face of the sun.

At this time, the military training of the new high school has passed, and it has been two weeks since the start of school, which is a feast for me, who has always been eager to exercise well.

I've taken a year off, I've been exercising at home, I've grown taller, and I've grown a lot stronger.

Originally, I thought that I could just find a class like before and insert it, but the situation is not so simple, I have a little uncle who teaches in a middle school, under his communication, my father and mother decided to send me to the most famous and strict class in the school, and this class is also the most related to the school, and it is the best class in the first year of high school.

That's not all, the most important thing is that the best and most famous homeroom teacher in the school is the homeroom teacher of this class.

Of course, my first high school freshman class was also at this level, and there are two special top classes in front of us, and we can be called quasi-top classes at most!

It is precisely because of this that those who have bad grades, want to go to the top class but can't go, and don't want to be in the ordinary key class, and then can find a relationship, are all plugged into this class.

This situation has created a situation where there are many related households in this class, and therefore the bad birds in this class are not far behind the basic classes with a lot of bad birds, and the background is stronger.

I'm not a bad bird, and my background is probably the last, but I also belong to the category of lack of discipline. And the wife of Mr. Jiang, the head teacher of this class, and my aunt are colleagues in the same unit, and they usually have a good relationship and often play mahjong together, and Mr. Jiang and my uncle are also colleagues, so it is very easy to get me into Mr. Jiang's class.

For a student like me who needs strict teacher discipline, it seems that it is the most desirable and necessary to send me to the most strictly managed class in the whole school, and it is only natural that I will be placed in the third class of high school.