"I've been prostrate for a hundred years

I burned with a smile for a hundred years

Just waiting for the meeting with you

Because of your happiness

It's all my faith in this life

Youth is a bright sorrow

That boy taught me to grow

That girl taught me to love

They were in my life, and then they disappeared

Time took away everything that belonged to me, but it didn't take away me

In this sad and bright March, I walked through my thin youth, through the violet, through the kapok, through the sorrows and joys and nothingness that appeared and disappeared. ”

The morning sun shines through the large floor-to-ceiling windows and falls on Avril's pale green dress, like a grass full of broken golden flowers. Closing "Flowing Fire", the poem she had just read still appeared in her heart, over and over again, lingering.

"How can this poem written by Wuwei look so feeling? There is always a faint sadness, lingering in my heart, and I don't know what kind of person he is. Thinking of the poem "Youth is a Bright Sorrow" just read, Avril couldn't help but be stunned.

Since the second year of junior high school, Avril has had the habit of subscribing to "Flowing Fire", because she likes the words full of youth on it, and this habit has not changed until now. In the last issue of "Flowing Fire", she saw a poem called "Youth is a book that is too hasty", and she recited it several times by herself, and she couldn't put it down. And this issue of "Youth is the Sorrow of Dao Mingming" seems to hit her heart, making her full of thoughts and longing for the past, the ongoing, and the youth that has not yet come.

"There is still an issue of the youth-themed essay of "Flowing Fire", and I don't know if this Wuwei will write another poem." Before she knew it, Avril was looking forward to the next issue of "Flowing Fire" magazine.

Opening "Flowing Fire", Avril was thinking about reading the poem several more times and reciting it, when there was footsteps behind her. But a middle-aged beautiful woman wearing a black office suit, holding her hair, looked like a strong woman and walked over.

"Wei'er, the driver Xiao Liu is already waiting below, there are three announcements today, time is very tight, come with me." Middle-aged beauty said.

Avril frowned slightly and said, "Mom, didn't I say I was tired yesterday, why do you still have to receive so many announcements?" ”

The middle-aged beautiful woman sighed when she heard this, came over and reached out to take Avril into her arms, stroked her back, and said, "Weier, Mom is doing this for you." That father died early, leaving us mother and daughter, and it is difficult to do anything in this society. Now that you have finally become popular with Director Zhang's movie, we must seize the opportunity to expose more, so as to stabilize your popularity and status. ”

"Well, listen to Mom, these three announcements are finished today, and I'll let you rest for a day tomorrow, okay?"

Avril listened, pouted at the middle-aged beauty, and said, "I'm going to school tomorrow." ”

"Okay, whatever you want." A smile appeared at the corner of the middle-aged beauty's mouth.

・・・・・・

Huaigao.

Today, the uncle of the communication room sent the email from the editorial department of "Flowing Fire" to Class 318. In the spare time before the night self-study, almost all the girls in the class have seen it first. The reason why it was so fast was because they only read the poem written by Yang Jian above.

When it was time to go to night self-study, Shi Xia finally returned the "Flowing Fire" on behalf of the girls, and at the same time, she also asked a question that the girls were curious about.

"Yang Jian, why do you use 'Wuwei' as your pen name? Does it have any special meaning? ”

Yang Jian accepted "Flowing Fire", looked at Shi Xia and smiled: "Do you know such a statement? The entire universe is not limited to our own space-time, but there are many, many space-times connected together, and each space-time can be called a dimension. I hope that my thinking can be free from the limitations of time and space, and I can imagine freely, so I took this pen name. ”

"I see. Yang Jian, you are so talented. ”

When Shi Xia heard this, her two big eyes were about to light up as little stars, and Yang Jian was a little embarrassed to see it. At the same time, his system points have also increased by 100 points.

Yang Jian felt that Banhua Shixia might have liked him.

After Shi Xia left, Hu Wen shook his head slightly and said, "Yang Jian, you are becoming more and more like a love saint now, and even our class flowers are fascinated by you." ”

"Whatever is unintentional is unintentional." Yang Jian smiled modestly.

"Cut, ghost letter..."

In fact, Yang Jian's current goal is really not on the more than 20 girls in his class, because since he published his poems in "Flowing Fire" magazine, Yang Jian has found that his system points are increasing every day. Although most of them are rising by 1 point and 1 point, he can't bear the continuous increase, and in less than three weeks, he has more than 400 points. Now it has increased by 100 points, and it has reached more than 500 points!

You must know that the last time he stole the song "Youth is the Sorrow of Dao Mingming", Yang Jian used 100 points. If he guessed correctly, most of the previous 400-odd points were purely contributed by readers who liked his poetry. These readers, in general, just have a crush on him, and probably won't like him just because of two poems.

And this deal, as Yang Jian expected, was indeed a huge profit. He steals the idea of a poem, but it takes about 100 points, but he can keep recouping hundreds of points, if not more. Therefore, he is ready to stick to this business and think about it until the end of the college entrance examination.

After self-study at night, Yang Jian returned to the dormitory to deal with housekeeping, and did not study under the covers as before. One is that now that summer is here, the weather is hot, and it is really uncomfortable to burrow into the quilt. Another is that he already has a good foundation in his studies, and he doesn't need to work as hard as he did in the first month.

So what is Yang Jian doing now?

"Yang Jian, in the past few weeks, you have been sitting on the edge of the bed and throwing stones every night, you don't want to train to become a martial arts master, right?" Li Da is still the same gossip as before, curious.

Beginning in the week after the monthly exam, Yang Jian stopped studying at night, but grabbed a plastic bottle with a rope between the bed of Hu Wen and another classmate opposite, and the mouth of the bottle was facing him. Every night when he sat down in bed, Yang Jian threw stones at plastic bottles. At first, everyone thought that Yang Jian was just for fun, but they didn't expect Yang Jian to practice for three weeks.

Listening to Li Da's question, Yang Jian said: "It's impossible to be a martial arts master like the one in the novel, but it's still okay to use it for self-defense and deal with a few school ruffians." ”

At this time, Hu Wen came back from taking a bath, and happened to hear Yang Jian's words, and couldn't help but say, "Yang Jian, are you talking about Zhong Tao's gang?" Didn't they bother you in weeks? ”

"Just because there's no trouble now doesn't mean there's no trouble forever." While speaking, Yang Jian threw a small pebble out, although it entered the mouth of the bottle, but because of the strength and angle, it bounced out again. In short, it still didn't go in.

Yang Jian's current practice is much more difficult than the ring. With the ability "Lightspeed Superbrain", Yang Jian found that his ability to control his body was also superhuman, of course, if he wanted to do some special things, such as the ring ring must hit each set, it still needed a certain amount of practice. His brain response is very fast, but his body is not coordinated, and practice is to let his body adapt to the brain response and become coordinated.

Practicing the ring, Yang Jian only spent a few nights of hard work, and it was completed. But this has high requirements for eyesight, speed, strength, and shooting angle. Up to now, out of ten stones, Yang Jian can only throw two or three at most, and the success rate is not high, and it is far from the magic power of a hundred shots.

Yang Jian continued to practice, but Li Da smiled and said, "Yang Jian, are you afraid of Zhong Tao for what?" With Jin Xuan covering you, who dares to touch you, that's the niece of the school director. ”

In the past, several people in the dormitory called Jin Xuan the illegitimate daughter of the school director, but it was only at Yang Jian's request that she was corrected to a niece. Although everyone didn't know that the girl who jumped off the building before and was persuaded by Yang Jian was Jin Xuan. But now Jin Xuan has to come to Yang Jian almost every day to go for a walk and chat, and naturally many people know that the relationship between the two is good.

Hu Wen had a different opinion from Li Da, he said: "Yang Jian, I think it's better for you to stay away from Jin Xuan." If I hadn't hit you, even if she liked you, it would be impossible for the two of you. ”

Yang Jian finally threw a stone into the bottle, and couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "Don't worry, Jin Xuan and I are just ordinary friends, and there will be no others." ”

A few people in the same dormitory stopped talking, but they didn't believe what Yang Jian said in their hearts - being entangled by such a big beauty, would they have no feelings and thoughts? Unless there is a problem with Yang Jian's surname orientation.

But thinking about it deeply, when Yang Jian said this, it should also mean that he is self-aware.

The college entrance examination is approaching, there is only more than a month left, and chatting before going to bed has become the last leisure for students. When the lights went out, everyone honestly lay down on their beds to rest, recuperating for tomorrow's intense study...

In the last week of April, seeing that the monthly exam was approaching again, Tan Tong called Yang Jian to the office during the third period of self-study at noon that day.

"Classmate Yang Jian, you haven't been studying too hard during this time." Tan Channel.

Yang Jian was very hurt when he heard it, this warhead, everything has to be beaten. However, as a student, he could only accompany him, so he said, "No, I've been working hard." ”

Tan Tong nodded, and said, "I heard that you have been contributing to a magazine recently?" What's the name of that magazine, "Streamer", right? ”

"It's "Flowing Fire", Mr. Tan." The Chinese teacher over there smiled and corrected it.

The Chinese teacher is a middle-aged man who is not good-looking, older than Tan Tong, and rarely talks to his classmates except for class. Now I heard Tan Tong say "Flowing Fire" as "Streamer", but he couldn't help it, and corrected it one step ahead of Yang Jian.

"Yes, it's 'Flowing Fire.'" Tan Tong blushed and returned to normal, "It's good that you submit articles to the magazine, but the time is wrong." Now that the college entrance examination is less than 40 days away, you should focus all your energy on studying. ”

"Also, don't blame the teacher for being unreasonable. In this exam, if you fall out of the top 300 in the grade, I will still tell your parents about your departure from school over the wall. ”

Hearing Tan Tong's last words, Yang Jian almost couldn't hold back his scolding-Nima, it's this again! Warhead, are you finished?

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