The first two classes of our class 10 on Monday morning are Chinese lessons. For the sake of convenience, the offices of the senior teachers are almost all outside the corridors connected to the two school buildings in the third grade. Different from the teaching buildings of the first and second grades of high school, there is an overhead floor outside the corridor below the second floor of our third grade teaching building, which becomes the office of the third grade teacher. However, not all the teachers were there, for example, our class teacher in Class 10 was also our history teacher, Gao Jiali, whose office was on the easternmost side of the third floor of our school building, very close to our Class 10 classroom. As far back as I can remember, every time we had a self-study class, we would keep our voices down to avoid being heard by Gao Jiali next to her, otherwise she would walk to the door of the classroom with some pretense and use her smiling facial expression to intimidate us, so that we could not make small gestures with peace of mind - no, it was to study hard. As far as I know, Hong Hong, the teacher of our Chinese class, does not live on the side, but on the overhead floor outside the corridor, but I have not confirmed the actual results.

Not long after the class bell rang, Hong Hong stepped into the classroom. She is an older sister in her forties, and she seems to have given birth to a boy. Hong Hong graduated from a prestigious university, studied in the Chinese department, and the title is not known whether it is a doctor or a master's degree, anyway, the cultural level is quite high. The Hong Hong in front of me is fatter than the Hong Hong in my memory. She wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a corny bun, and a wide black dress, like a country woman. I don't hate such a big sister Honghong. Not only is she not annoying, but it can be said that among all the teachers in my third year of high school, except for math teacher Tang Yiren and English teacher Ye Ling, she is the one I admire the most.

"Students, the new semester has begun, come on, everyone. The non-standard Mandarin once made the whole class wonder how she got her teaching certificate.

"Teacher Hong, if you assign less homework, our oil can add up. "There was a heckle in the class.

The students in the third year of high school in our school are a bit strange, they will obediently obey when they encounter a strict teacher, and they "dare to resist" when they meet a teacher who is easy to talk. It's probably because he is usually uncomfortable with being controlled by a strict teacher, and he deliberately takes out his anger at the teacher who speaks well. Fortunately, the students in our class are measured and will not be overly coaxed. On the other hand, some teachers will show an ugly face when they encounter a student making a fuss in class, such as Gao Jiali, but Hong Hong will not.

"Heck, I don't usually have enough homework. The college entrance examination will be in early June next year, and it is actually very fast to say that it is not fast. If your knowledge is insufficient, the college entrance examination will be very difficult. ”

What Hong Hong said is true. Among all the teachers, the amount of homework assigned by Hong Hong is indeed fair. The homework she assigned has gone through her own homework, so she roughly knows which topics may be tested in the college entrance examination and which will not, so let us do those questions that may be tested in the college entrance examination, which not only improves our learning efficiency, but also reduces our homework load. Not all teachers do this because it takes too much teacher time. Of course, it is impossible for the teacher not to do the exercises, even Gao Jiali, who assigns the most homework, she is also doing the exercises. Being able to put myself in the shoes of students is an important reason why I admire Hong Hong.

In these two Chinese lessons, Hong Hong did not ask us to come up with a set of wrong questions. She said that the purpose of the error collection is to avoid making the same mistake next time, rather than simply writing the wrong questions on the wrong question set in order to complete the teacher's task. After that, she asked us to take out the test papers we had done during the summer vacation, which I had brought.

When I saw my own paper, I thought for a moment that I had made a mistake, after all, the words on it were surprisingly small. Later, I remembered that in my junior year of high school, in order to save paper and to get more marks for the answers I wrote, I wrote as small as possible. Eleven years later, at the age of twenty-eight, I didn't write much except for writing plays that no one watched, and even wrote plays directly on the computer. I think that people in those days were similar to me, and the job of writing words gradually changed to the job of typing and then printing on the computer.

Throughout the first class, I was observing Hong Hong and my classmates who I didn't remember, so I missed a lot of things that Hong Hong said. In the second class, I listened intently to Hong Hong's lecture. Hong Hong didn't speak very well, especially her weird Mandarin accent, which made the boys in our class couldn't help but open their mouths to remind them several times. I remember that the questions on the Chinese test paper are still so boring, but they are in the language of my own country, and I have written a play, so even if the questions are boring, I still listen carefully. During this time, I was asked a question once, and I took turns answering. The so-called turn-answering means that the teacher asks a group of students to stand up one by one and take turns to answer the questions on the test paper, and then the teacher makes additions or corrections. This way of taking turns to answer questions is probably to let those students who do small actions also learn a little knowledge, to put it bluntly, it means "take turns, you must answer questions, don't think that you can desert in a class". In any case, I have the impression that this method of taking turns is very popular, and almost every teacher uses it. I don't mind taking turns answering questions, but when it's my turn, Hong Hong forgets who I am, which makes me very embarrassed. When my classmate He Guangzheng reminded her, she said, "Oh, it's Yi Jiahe." Don't be impressed for three days, you have become a handsome guy. "Sister Hong, was I ugly before?

Between classes, I went to the front of the classroom and walked around. The break in the third year of high school is only five minutes, which is a bit short. During the wanderings, I recalled several classmates: Wu Qianjian, who sat in the first row of the front row of the fourth group, and Liu Yu and Feng Huan, who sat in the first row of the third group. Feng Huan is remembered by myself, because his name reminds me of a famous singer teacher. By the way, Feng Huan is a boy. The name Wu Qianjin seems simple, but I only remember his face, not his name. And Liu Yu, I remembered it with the help of Wu Qianqian. The shortest boy in the class, Liu Yu, also looks like a child. The boy next to Liu Yu is what I remember when I looked at the seating chart before, he is handsome, not too short, but not tall either. His name is Bai Shaoming, like an ancient scholar's name, and he himself is quite a scholar, but this scholar is slightly shorter.

The third and fourth classes in the morning are math lessons. The mathematics teacher of our class 10 is named Tang Yiren, and he is a teacher who has won an award in a provincial mathematics essay competition. About a minute before the class bell rang, Tang Yiren walked into the classroom, so I didn't even have time to get to know my classmates. Don't look at Tang Yiren's enthusiasm in the classroom, his class is simply a hypnosis class - he is the only teacher in our class who does not use the turn-answer system, and only cares about writing and solving problems in class - Tang Yiren is a teacher who is active in learning mathematics, but not very active in mobilizing students. The wonderful thing is that few students in Tang Yiren's class deserted. Whether it was because the math was too difficult for them to listen carefully, or whether Tang Yiren's lecture was really good and attracted them to listen attentively, until I went back to the past and took Tang Yiren's math class again, I still couldn't understand it.

Wearing a pair of suitable black-rimmed glasses, Tang Yiren's figure is thin and his face is shrewd. Tang Yiren, who seems to be such an excellent teacher, actually doesn't know much about students. I still remember that when I asked Tang Yiren for advice when I had a difficult question, he easily solved the problem with a few brushes, and in my opinion, he was like a master who performed incredible magic tricks. After solving the problem, he will definitely explain to me how he solved it, and finally ask: "Will you know?" At that time, for the sake of face, I didn't understand and pretended to understand, and then went to my classmates to seek answers afterwards, although in the end, no one would help me solve the problem, leaving me alone to watch the teacher's steps to solve the problem and meditate on the knowledge points used. I don't know if Tang Yiren thought about helping me explain it again - sometimes he looked at me scratching the back of his head and looked dazed, but he wouldn't explain it to me again, unless I told him that I still wouldn't do it. Tang Yiren is like a farmer who works hard in the farm. He knows how to plant, but he doesn't care if the result is that the field will be productive.

The summer school schedule is naturally based on summer time. After the bell rang for the fourth class in the morning, the students walked out of the classroom one after another. If I'm not mistaken, the dormitories are open at noon. Not just at noon, the school dormitory is also open in the morning and evening on school days. During these three periods, the security guards of the school dormitory did not restrict the entry of students into the student dormitory, so there were always people from other schools who entered the school and entered the student dormitory in some way without being discovered. I lived on campus when I was a freshman in high school, and I didn't live on campus when I was a sophomore or junior year of high school, and I became a day student. The reason for this was that several boys in my class bullied me in my freshman year of high school. It's not an exaggeration to say that I was bullied, I was forced to clean the dormitory every day without anyone to help me. They thought I was a man who had taken over all the sanitation of the dormitory for the sake of honor, and a man who loved vanity. For the sake of honor, it is not true that the love of vanity is not in my character. I'm thinking about everyone, but they don't understand. A year later, with indescribable bitterness, I left my dorm room and went home. The isolation at that time had a big impact on my life, and I slowly became an unlikable person who was even disliked for speaking. In the case of me now, if they let me clean up alone, I would be dead with them. It's a big deal that I'm not the head of the dormitory, let the person who can target me the most be, and try the "happiness" of being the head of the dormitory for him.

Returning to the past, I felt the joy of discovering that the scene in reality was the scene in a book, and I didn't choose to enter the student dormitory. I had a feeling of disgust with the dorm rooms in high school. After the bell rang for the fourth period of the morning, I first invited Xiao Hui to lunch with me. Unfortunately, Xiao Hui had already made an appointment in the morning with his classmates who had studied together when he had not been assigned to a class to go to the cafeteria for lunch. Originally, I wanted to try to invite other classmates, but the only people I could think of who would not be able to reject me were Xiao Hui and Zhou Hui. Before that, Zhou Hui had already left the classroom with Chen Shu. In the end, there were only three students left in the classroom: me, Pan Yilian and Xie Changge.

"Pan Yilian, why don't you go to lunch with Liu Xi?" I asked Pan Yilian, who was sorting out her books.

"Why do I have to go to lunch with Liu Xi?" asked me without looking back, Pan Yilian, who had sorted out her books and got up.

"I saw you come to the classroom together in the morning, and I thought you were on good terms. ”

Pan Yilian, who left her seat, passed by the podium and threw the sentence "I want you to take care of it" angrily, and then walked out of the classroom.

Only me and Xie Changge, whom I hated, were left in the classroom.

"Thank you......"

Before the words could be spoken, Xie Changge got up abruptly and left the classroom.

"Little Red Guy, don't you know how to respect your elders. ”

When I was hungry, I lay on my desk weakly and thought about how to solve my lunch.

"Yi Jiahe, why don't you go to dinner yet?" The reflexive and uplifting voice belonged to the "Ice and Fire Beauty" Gao Jiali.

"Gao Jiali," I replied to Gao Jiali, who looked at the door of the classroom, "I forgot to bring my meal card." It's really self-inflicted, I didn't expect to use the meal card in high school. Ming Ming University ...... "I winked at Gao Jiali.

After class, Gao Jiali, who cared about the students, walked into the classroom and came to the podium and asked me, "Are you not feeling well?"

"No," I replied to her as loudly as I could, smiling, "dear Ms. Gao, I forgot to bring my meal card." Can you do me a favor and give me a meal?"

After speaking, there was silence in the classroom.

"You forgot to bring your meal card. Well, you ......"

"Teacher Gao, Teacher Gao?" Coincidentally, the little chubby Yu Zhifu returned to the classroom.

"Well, Yu Zhifu, do you have a snack at noon today to fill your stomach?" asked Gao Jiali, who was standing at the door with a surprised face.

"Eat, eat, and more. Teacher Gao, why are you in the classroom?"

"Why can't I be in the classroom?"

When I was in high school, why did the girls, both teachers and students, like to use rhetorical questions so much?

"I thought you were already on your way to lunch. Yu Zhifu lifted the plastic bag he was holding in his hand.

"Just going. By the way, Yi Jia and ......"

"I'm fine!" I shouted.

"But you just ......"

"I remembered that I had brought cash and could try it at the commissary. ”

"That's right...... Okay, then I'll go to lunch first. Gao Jiali smiled at the two of us and left the classroom.

After Gao Jiali left, Yu Zhifu glanced at me and asked me, "What is she doing here?"

I ignored Yu Zhifu and fell back to my desk.

"Cut. ”

What to cut, little fat man, my date plans have been disrupted by you. Originally, I could have taken the opportunity of not bringing a meal card to Gao Jiali to invite me to dinner, and then inquire about Gao Jiali's privacy. Because of your arrival, I had to look for another opportunity.

Closing my eyes, I recalled Yu Zhifu's classmate in high school. The little fat man Yu Zhifu is one of the most reminiscable of my classmates in high school. Say he's fat, he's really fat. He wasn't short, and "Little Fatty" was the nickname I gave him myself. Yu Zhifu has a lot of pimples on his face, probably because he likes to eat greasy food. His grades were at the bottom of the class, and I have forgotten how many of them were at the bottom. Yu Zhifu is an anime fan who likes two-dimensional cute girls. In my memory, Yu Zhifu had a lot of anime figures, and he said that they were his treasures. Yu Zhifu and I have been classmates since the beginning of high school, and we have been my classmates since the second year of high school until the first year of high school.

I changed my head, and Yu Zhifu was not in his seat. I looked up to the podium and he was using multimedia.

"Do you want to put on cartoons again? Put something nice, even better if I haven't seen it. ”

Yu Zhifu, who heard this, was shocked, and the bread in his mouth almost fell to the ground.

"How do you know I'm going to play cartoons?"

"As always, no explanation. ”

I'm hungry. I couldn't sleep, so I had to stare straight at Yu Zhifu who was operating on the podium.

"What are you doing?" Yu Zhifu glanced at me.

Before the sophomore class, Yu Zhifu created a chat group and named it the Internet nickname "Running Leader". I wasn't in this chat group: on the one hand, this chat group was a group for his friends to communicate with, and I was not his friend, and on the other hand, there were many people in this chat group who were unhappy with me when they were freshmen in high school, and I didn't need to go inside to be stared at and hit by indifferent words on the Internet.

"Commander," I said to Yu Zhifu with a hippie smile on my back, "I'm so hungry." ”

"Then you go to dinner. ”

"I don't have a meal card. ”

"Oh. Didn't you say you had cash? Go to the kiosk and buy food. ”

"I lied to her. Actually, I'm doing it for you. ”

"Huh?" Yu Zhifu opened his mouth to reveal the bread ball he was chewing inside.

"Aren't you going to play cartoons? I'll get her out of the way, so you will have more time to play cartoons without fear of being discovered by her. ”

Yu Zhifu looked up to the sky and thought for a moment, then lowered his head and took a bite of bread without speaking.

"Commander......" I said, standing up and walking towards him, and was spotted by him.

"Don't come here. I see, I'll just give you a loaf of bread. Is there a lot? "Look at his panicked look, as if he thought I was going to do something to him. Joke, I'm not interested in men, let alone a little fat guy like you. No, I can't discriminate against fat people.

I went to Yu Zhifu's desk, picked out the largest bread from his shopping bag, tore open the bag, and took a bite.

"Long live the fat man. ”

"What did you say?"

"I said," I deliberately lowered the bread and replied to Yu Zhifu by swallowing the bread ball in my mouth, "Long live Captain Yu." ”

Yu Zhifu squinted his mouth and opened the video in the folder, and the picture projected by the projector appeared on the screen that had already fallen. In the bright classroom, the picture was not clear, so Yu Zhifu asked me to help him pull up the curtains. For the sake of the bread, I do.

The cartoons I watched in the past are no longer novel. Human beings are probably like this, they are curious about the unknown that they have never seen before, and when they find out that it is something old that they know, they are no longer interested in it. For me, because my memory is getting worse and worse, I forget a lot of things, even for old things, and occasionally I am surprised. However, now I care more about Yu Zhifu than about cartoons. Eleven years later, I don't know if Yu Zhifu is doing well? I contacted him a few times, but he didn't reply to me. I may have been the one he hated so much, so he ignored my messages. Anyway, God gave me a chance to go back in time, and I had to try to make a different choice than I had in the past.

"Yu Zhifu, what is your dream?"

"Huh?"

"I asked, Commander, do you have anything you want to do?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"I want to get to know you. ”

Yu Zhifu snorted and threw me a "sick".

I feel like I'm a bit thankless. Well, the days will be long—as long as the gods don't joke anymore and make me suddenly go back eleven years later.

Ten minutes later, there were more classmates in the classroom. Seeing Yu Zhifu playing cartoons, they didn't say anything, Gu Zi returned to his seat, some were reading, some were eating, and some looked up at Yu Zhifu's cartoons. This scene somehow makes me nostalgic. Did I really sit last before? I don't have any impressions. In my memory, I have classmates who watched or studied or ate a quick lunch or watched an anime, and I had an indescribable sense of peace in my heart. I wish this would last until I was old, but that was impossible.

There is a lunch break in the summer. It is not mandatory for students to sleep during the lunch break, but students are required to be quiet and not disturb other students to rest. At the beginning of the first semester of the third year of high school, about 40 of the 45 students in the class will sleep at noon. Sleeping at noon was cancelled at the end of the first semester of the third year of high school, and it was not until the latter part of the second semester of the third year of high school that students were allowed to sleep at noon for rest. However, at that time, who was still at ease with the lunch break? Everyone was so busy with revision that it almost reached the point of forgetting to sleep and eat. I heard that at that time, some people even secretly ran outside to read under the street lamp after the lights went out at night.

I don't remember when I got into the habit, so I don't sleep at noon. If I had gone back in time with my high school body from eleven years ago, I would have felt sleepy. However, my current body has the same habits as I did 11 years later, and I don't feel like I want to sleep. As soon as I try to fall asleep, my brain rejects the feeling of sleepiness and makes me restless. In desperation, I had no choice but to read. I thought that reading a book with the curtains closed at noon would make me feel sleepy. I did yawn a few times later, but once I lay down and closed my eyes, the feeling of agitation would overshadow the drowsiness again.

Reading and reading bored, I observed the sleeping position of my classmates. One morning after the class started, everyone's names and looks are almost in my mind now. There were quite a few of them whose faces I could remember when I looked at them, and those whose faces I couldn't remember must be the ones I couldn't remember. When I remember who my classmates were and what their faces were, the memories of them come back to me. Although it is a scattered fragment, I have recalled it, and I will not easily forget it without accidents. Since I was sitting in the last seat of the third group, it was difficult for me to see the sleeping faces of my classmates in the front row, even with my back straight. As for the three groups on the side, many of the students turned their faces to the side, so that I could not see them. I could easily see the sleeping faces of my classmates, one was Wang Qiang, a sports student who turned his face to my right of me, and the other was Ling Ling, a tall girl who also turned his face to me. Looking up, I could see most of my classmates standing up slightly facing me. Among them, one or two students actually put their clothes on their heads: one was Wang Li, and I knew where she was facing thanks to her mouth, and the other was Xu Yan, who sat at the front of the first group, and her body posture should be facing me. I didn't see the full faces of these two, but I took a closer look at Wang Li's mouth. Her lips are a little dry and need to be hydrated. It is said that women are made of water, and in this hot summer, Wang Li, you should replenish more water.

"I'm ashamed that I accidentally exposed my bad character of asking others to buy when I was a salesman. "I quit my job because I didn't want to force others to buy my company's products. It is better to have a job than not to have a job: if you have a job, at least you can make money, and people will look up to you; if you don't have a job, people will not only look down on you, but will also nag you and accuse you. I don't have the ability to get a job that pays well. I thought that I would stick to my dreams without losing my heart, and my dreams would come true, but the reality was too cruel, more cruel and ruthless than I had imagined.

The first two classes in the afternoon are political classes. Because the politics teacher had something to do, Gao Jiali came to the class to announce that today's two political classes would be transferred to tomorrow afternoon's self-study class.

"If you don't want to take a self-study class, I can come to a history class, but I don't have a class here today anyway. ”

The class was dumbfounded.

Gao Jiali glanced at the whole class, dropped the sentence "You study hard, I am on the side" and left the classroom.

The Chinese and math teachers don't give much homework in the morning, but for other hard-working students, they have other homework. In addition to completing the teacher's homework, high school students also have to complete the tasks they set for themselves. In order to gain more knowledge in the limited time, many students in our class bought a lot of tutorial books, and I also have them. I only brought one tutoring book with me to school today, not because I didn't have many tutoring books, but because I was too lazy to bring them.

Self-study classes, which are not subject to the teacher's face-to-face control, pass quickly. In these two self-study classes, most of my classmates were doing problems and reading, while a few boys wanted to extend their one-hour lunch break and lay on their desks in a daze. The self-study was another opportunity for me to get to know my classmates, but it didn't take long for me to realize that I couldn't get more information about them by observing them like this. Even if you can understand what kind of people they are by their appearance and behavior, if you want to know more about them, you must communicate through words.

Eleven years ago, I became more and more depressed for various reasons, and I stopped even taking the initiative to talk to people in the latter part of my junior year. During that time, everyone was very busy in order to prepare for the college entrance examination, and the classmates who had a good relationship with each other would communicate together, but as an unpopular me, everyone rarely talked to me. So I amused myself, asked and answered myself, and struggled to find a way out. Eventually, my memory got worse and worse for some reason, until I graduated from college and forgot most of what had happened in the past. I've read in a book about psychology that depression isolates oneself and then pushes the hopeless to the extreme. So, is there some kind of correlation between a person's mind and memory? I think there is. I had depression in high school. Of course, I didn't tell anyone, so I didn't see a psychiatrist, and I didn't confirm whether I really had depression. I wanted to erase that memory from my head, but it was ingrained. Going back to the past, I try to reminisce about the good old days of high school, and every time I think about it, the neglect that I suffered as a depressed self comes to my mind, and it is very clear. I don't want to be rejected, I don't want to be ostracized, but I am greedy and try to keep my true heart, and I want everyone to see my true self. As a result, I made myself not human inside and out.

"No, you can't think about those dark memories!" I warned myself, leaning on the table and falling asleep before I knew it.

"Hey, Yi Jiahe, hey!" I opened my eyes, and it was He Guangzheng who woke me up.

Subconsciously looking at the podium, I saw Chen Meifen, a geography teacher with a yellow face, looking at me with the same contempt as a junior high school teacher.

"Class?" I guessed the general situation, and I asked He Guangzheng, who had turned around earlier.

"Ouch, Yi Jia and classmates, do you want me to let you sleep in these two classes?" Chen Meifen stared at me angrily. As soon as she finished speaking, the class bell rang.

I ignored Chen Meifen and took out the geography test paper I had done during the summer vacation.

Geography teacher Chen Meifen is the second-to-last teacher I hate among all teachers. Don't ask me who I was in the bottom line, the teacher I hate the most is my teacher when I was a freshman in high school, but I have completely forgotten her name and appearance. She is old and snarky, and I can find a lot of derogatory adjectives for Chen Meifen. This aunt, who may be less than fifty years old, is active in class and negative in class, loves to pick bones in eggs, and uses all kinds of bright and dark words to sarcastically mock us and embarrass us. At that time, there was a rumor among us: We must not be targeted by Chen Meifen, otherwise it will be worse than death. The rumors are exaggerated, but it will be miserable to be targeted by Chen Meifen, which is a well-known fact among students.

She brought me such a play before class, and I think I won't be at peace in the two geography classes this afternoon. As I expected, within 10 minutes of class, Chen Meifen asked me to answer the questions on the test paper.

In the ten years since I graduated from high school, I haven't had much exposure to geography, even the abbreviation of the province on the license plate number, I am confused. Chen Meifen asked me to answer the topographic question, and I answered according to what was written on the test paper, and the answer was wrong. So she asked me to stand and answer the questions herself. When she finished the question, she asked me to answer another topographical question. I answered the question according to what was written on the test paper, and the answer was wrong again.

"Yi Jiahe, I haven't seen you for such a long time, people have become thinner, and their brains have shrunk. Have you given me back everything I taught you?"

After much thought, I nodded.

"So what are you going to learn in the classroom?"

"Geography. ”

"You've forgotten, what else are you going to learn?"

"Geography. ”

Chen Meifen was so angry that her face turned blue and she almost scolded. It was a long time before she yelled at me in a trembling voice, "Sit down for me!"

"Thank you, teacher. I thanked her solemnly and sat down.

I wouldn't have spoken to her like this eleven years ago. Eleven years ago, I would have been silent after her questioning, and let her scold. I'm twenty-eight years old now, I haven't heard any sarcasm, and I'm still haunted by it? Why do I feel like those naughty boys in my college class? I don't think I'll be assimilated by them, haha.

Next, I think Chen Meifen will find another opportunity to make things difficult for me. After I sat down, Chen Meifen called the hapless Yu Zhifu. After Yu Zhifu replied "I don't know", Chen Meifen did not say, "Did you give me back all the knowledge I taught you", but directly asked Yu Zhifu to stand until she finished the two big questions on the test paper. Chen Meifen is "killing chickens and making an example of monkeys", do you think that I will succumb to her in this way?

"I'm sorry, Aunt Chen. At the age of twenty-eight, I couldn't do anything about recalling geography. I whispered.

Unexpectedly, Chen Meifen didn't call me next. Chen Meifen and Ye Ling are the teachers who like to answer questions in turns, but in these two classes, Chen Meifen only skipped the column I was in and didn't let us stand up and answer.

At the end of the day, the novelty of returning to the past does not completely fade. At the end of the fourth class in the afternoon, Chen Meifen left the classroom, and the students also walked out of the classroom or went to the cafeteria to have dinner, or went to the commissary to buy snacks, or went back to the dormitory to tidy up clothes and take a shower. As far back as I can remember, I was a day student in my junior year of high school. After the class bell rang, I was at a loss for a while, wondering whether I was a day student or not.

"Zhou Hui, why don't you go to dinner yet?" I asked Zhou Hui, who was sorting out the geography test papers in her seat.

Zhou Hui looked at me with a smile and said, "Aren't there classmates in the classroom who haven't gone to dinner yet?"

"Little girl Zhou Hui, please don't always answer me with rhetorical questions, is it okay?"

Zhou Hui stopped the movement in her hand and turned to look up at me without saying a word.

"What's wrong?"

"Not much...... There's something I want you to help me with......" Zhou Hui seemed to be unable to speak. This little girl won't ask me to introduce boys to her.

"You're welcome to ask me for help, just say it. ”

Zhou Hui smiled even more movingly. Only then did I realize that Zhou Hui, like Song Ke, had small dimples when she laughed.

"Mr. Gao asked me to publish a blackboard newspaper during the summer vacation. You see, didn't we forget to erase the contents of the blackboard behind us during the morning cleaning? I would like to ask you to erase it for me. ”

"I thought something was going on. It's on me. "As someone who has been cleaning for a while, I have confidence in my cleaning ability.

"Thank you. Hey," Zhou Hui stopped me from getting the rag bucket and said to me, "You don't live in the school." Or you can go home first, and you can scrub the blackboard tomorrow. ”

"Oh. All right. Unless you need a specific time to publish the blackboard, I can wipe it clean today. ”

Later, it took me more than ten minutes to erase the blackboard. Since Zhou Hui was a boarding student, she went back to the girls' dormitory first. I went home after I had finished my chalkboard scrubbing, and there were already students in the classroom who had left and come back for the evening self-study.

When I got home on the bus, my mother had already made dinner. When I was in high school, my parents only valued my grades, so they didn't care about questions like how I was on the first day of high school, how I felt, and so on. After dinner and homework, I had plenty of time left. I remember when I was in high school, I would always watch an episode of a cartoon after finishing my homework. But since I bought my laptop when I was in college, did I look at my old desktop computer, which crashed a lot? Looking at the fairly new desktop computer, I gave up watching anime and looked at high school textbooks rarely. I don't know if it's because I haven't read it for a long time, but now that I'm reading the book, I find that the content in it is quite easy to understand. Although there are still some things that I can't accept, overall, it doesn't seem like it takes too much time for me to learn the content of my high school textbooks at the age of 28.

"In this period, you can't do without a computer, and you can't do without a mobile phone and data. "I said to myself that I had to buy a phone when the weekend came. Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "Don't Forget the Blessing and Misfortune of the Past Book House" for free for the first time.