Facing the curious looks of the majority of the students, true or false, Waltshie began to say unhurriedly: "Didn't I mention the third monthly exam just now, and now I will talk about the fourth monthly exam of our first year of high school, that is, the final exam." ”

"Everyone be quiet for a while, listen to me, this matter is very important to you," Hua Txie saw that many people below immediately said with a serious face as soon as they heard that it was another manifestation of impatience after the exam, "This final exam is a unified exam organized by the city, which is equivalent to a large-scale multi-school joint examination, and our county's middle schools will participate, and the results of this final exam will be used as a direct reference for your liberal arts and sciences next semester." ”

"What? The final semester is divided into arts and sciences! "As soon as many people hear the head teacher mention the subject division, they immediately exclaim, or sigh in a low voice, with mixed feelings. In short, it's more of a panicked mood after surprise.

Looking at the group of students in the audience who were in a panicked state after hearing the news, Walt Xie looked at them with a light smile as if he had expected it, and then said: "I know that many of you may not understand or even accept this matter, but I am here to tell you that the division of subjects is inevitable, this is the need of the college entrance examination, and it is also for the sake of your future, it is just a matter of time." ”

After hearing these words, the students of the first class of high school talked about it a lot quieter.

Waltshee glanced around the students in the podium, and then continued, "I know some of you may ask, no, why did I hear that No. 1 Middle School only started to divide subjects in the second year of high school? I just want to say that there is a gap between our average level and them, which has been decided from the moment of enrollment in the first year of high school, so we can't compare with them. ”

The students below began to talk again, and when Waltshee saw it, he immediately said, "Calm down for a while, I know you may still have many questions, but time does not allow me to say more now, so I will say a key one first." Many people may wonder what if I find that I am not suitable for liberal arts or science after I have divided my subjects. You can rest assured that our senior first-year group has taken this issue into account, and within a month after the division of subjects, if someone is not suitable for arts or sciences and wants to change subjects, as long as the class teacher and the grade leader of the two classes of the same level of arts and sciences agree, they can directly change subjects and change classes. ”

"It is said that the second middle school has started to divide subjects in the first semester of high school since this year," said Waltshe, picking up his books and materials on the podium, and then walked outside the classroom, and said, "Okay, I'm done, let's get out of class, if you still have any questions about the division, you are welcome to come to the office outside of class and ask me." ”

In short, the matter of the final exam and the division of subjects has come to an end for the time being, and the follow-up plot can only be described in more detail when it really happens.

One day in December, the sky was dark. It was a very lonely day, and it was raining a little sadly.

Winter rains, always. At first, it was as hearty as going to the toilet, and then it was sparse. It's the sparse rain now, just like the sparse students on campus. It's weekend.

Holding a sun umbrella, Bai Chun walked alone on the long and not lonely campus road. Finally, he went to his bedroom.

This dormitory building is actually not special, the exterior walls are painted in a unique color, and the interior walls are painted in a shiny and ordinary white gray.

As soon as he climbed the stairs, Bai Chun turned the corner and saw the heavyweight Wen Hua posting something that could not be easily revealed.

He was drying a pair of panties. Originally, it was a normal thing to dry underwear in the boys' dormitory building, but now this matter has changed to him.

I saw the fat man, pick up the hanger, hang up the underwear, raise the fork, and pretend to lift something.

As Bai Chun walked, he heard him muttering thoughtfully: "Now the flag-raising ceremony will begin." Raise the fruit flag, play the fruit song, and pay attention to the salute. Get up ......"

So, the little fat man and his pants began.

Bai Chun immediately stopped, watching his performance in shock. But he had just sung a few words before he forgot the words, so he could only hum and chirp indignantly to give up the original rhythm, and quickly hung his underwear on the special wire for drying clothes in the corridor.

Wen Hua finished his business, turned to look at Bai Chun, and said, "You're back, how is it, the new move I unlocked is not bad, right?" ”

Bai Chun nodded, but immediately shook his head again, and said with a smile: "You still have the face to say, you forgot your lines, the props are wrong, there is actually a star stripe pattern on it, and the people of the United States will not let you go." Also, who did you learn such a cheap move? ”

Wen Hua was overjoyed, then waved his coat fork, and said confidently with a sunny face: "Of course, he is talented and self-taught." ”

At this moment, Ma Jinfu's words rushed out: "The dead fat man is really shameless, obviously he is stealing from the teacher to learn my operation!" ”

As soon as Wen Hua heard this, he didn't say a word, picked up his clothes, rushed to the bedroom with a "bang", and went inside to find Ma Jinfu to take revenge.

As soon as Bai Chun entered the dormitory, he found that his classmates seemed to be studying extracurricular knowledge very seriously. Except, of course, the two who were doing something stupid somewhere on the balcony. Anyway, there is a bit of time now, and Bai Chun decided to find a well-lit spot and watch the battle that the two people were fighting on the balcony in the open.

"Chen Xiaoping?" Bai Chun pretended to pat the quilt wrapped in Chen Xiaoping, but there was no response. So, he sat down on the quilt unceremoniously, regardless of whether it pressed Chen Xiaoping's thin limbs or not, and hung the rain-soaked umbrella on the bed frame.

At this position, at this angle, looking over the bright lights, you can just see every detail of the fierce battle between Ma Jinfu and Wen Hua on the balcony.

Bai Chun found that they had gone from moving their mouths just now to moving their hands and moving again, and the two of them were now entangled in their limbs, scolding each other with ugly words, just not moving their hands and feet. This situation disappointed Bai Chun, who was keen on watching dramas.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sky outside is getting darker and darker, and even the light inside seems to be unable to keep this light, perhaps the darkness outside is the original color of this world, only because of the light of a star called the sun, there are all kinds of colors on the earth.

"Ah, what's going on! Is it raining? Chen Xiaoping, who was wrapped in the bed quilt, suddenly woke up, as if he was having a nightmare, and as if he was disturbed by the outside world, he turned his head to see a person who was half-heartedly playing with a claw machine and an umbrella that was dripping water downwards wholeheartedly.

Chen Xiaoping immediately understood everything, he angrily took out a paw hidden in the quilt, and pushed Bai Chun violently: "Okay, you are dead and evil, it's too hateful!" ”