Time is gone.

Perhaps, what I can do is just go with the flow.

The last class in the morning was the English class, which was also my favorite class, not only because of my good English grades, but also because in the English class, I could meet my junior high school tablemate Gu Yinyu and become a table mate with her again.

This is perhaps the only thing I am happy about about the hierarchical teaching.

Yin Yu and I became table mates in the second semester of the second semester of junior high school, and we were always at the same table until we graduated from junior high school.

Yin Yu's father is a physics teacher in No. 1 Middle School, and she also has a handsome scholarly brother who used to study in No. 1 Middle School, but when we were in the first year of high school, her brother just graduated.

However, because her brother has a particularly good academic performance, is simply a genius in physics, and is the son of a teacher at this school, he is often mentioned by teachers as a role model for us to learn.

Yin Yu and his brother have a very good relationship, whenever the teacher mentions his brother, and intentionally or unintentionally sweeps his eyes to Yin Yu's side, Yin Yu will be honored, slightly blushing, and smiling.

Even if sometimes the teacher said bluntly: "Gu Yinyu, your physics is also very good, but compared to your brother, it is still a little worse." Yin Yu didn't feel like she was living in the shadow of her brother at all, without a trace of jealousy or inferiority.

Whenever this happens, her eyes light up slightly, and she nods approvingly.

When I entered the high school class, Yin Yu was placed in the second class, and the head teacher was a male teacher who was almost forty years old, that is, our English teacher.

The English teacher was tall, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and the teacher had a full beard, and although the beard was cleanly shaved, the green stubble could still be seen.

The English teacher's surname is Yin, and his lectures are funny and humorous, but the students are still a little afraid of him, and compared with other teachers' classes, Mr. Yin's classroom discipline is the best.

I guess it has something to do with Mr. Yin's beard.

Yin Yu is both respectful and afraid of Teacher Yin, the head teacher.

Respect because Teacher Yin is very honest and speaks English very well.

As for fear, in addition to the fact that Mr. Yin gives people a very serious feeling, there is also a small reason, that is, Yin Yu is obviously not as talented in English learning as she is in physics.

But Yin Yu is very hardworking, and most of the English still needs to be memorized by rote, so as long as you work hard, your grades will not be too bad.

I think this is probably the reason why Yin Yu's father arranged her to the second class. The homeroom teacher is an English teacher, and it will definitely be of great help to English learning.

Yes, as the children of school teachers, they still have this privilege in class.

Some people may feel that it is unfair why the children of teachers can choose their classes, while ordinary people can only follow the arrangements of others.

However, when you think about it, teachers also give a lot for their students, some teachers insist on attending classes even when they are sick, and some teachers really care about students as if they were their own children.

Moreover, if we take 10,000 steps back, in fact, the difference between which class we are assigned to will not be very large, and the key is to rely on our own efforts.

Alas, I'm in a fugue again, with a math book in my hand, and I don't even look into it......

The bell rang for the end of class, and it was time for my new and old table mates to "change shifts".

My current tablemate Cui Ling's English is not very good, and the English class has to go to class B, so her place is just vacant, and my old tablemate Yin Yu will sit there.

Whenever this happens, I find it funny.

"Hey! I'm here, old tablemate. Yin Yu walked towards me with an English book and a notebook, with a gentle light in her eyes.

And the haze in my heart, at this moment, seems to have been swept away......