Midterm.

This is the first official exam of the new semester.

In the afternoon, during the big class, Mr. Hai hurried to the large conference room for a weekly meeting of the homeroom teachers.

Today's meeting is extraordinarily long, perhaps because of the need to arrange tomorrow's exams.

In the self-study class, it was also noisy, everyone was excited, but only a few people were reviewing.

After a long time, he finally waited for Mr. Hai, he hurriedly walked back to the classroom again, took the list of exam numbers in his hand, and began to arrange them one by one.

The list is normal, but the strange thing is that my exam room is actually on the basement level of the cafeteria? The first time I took the exam in the cafeteria, I was afraid that I would be hungry, but when the time came, I guess the smell of rice would come from time to time.

Later, after listening to everyone's examination room arrangements, my heart seemed to be much more balanced, most of the students were in the cafeteria for exams, and a small part was in the reading room and conference room, in short, the distribution was very messy.

The canteen is definitely contracted by us.

And these weekday classrooms are all reserved for students in key classes and ordinary classes, because of the different test subjects.

After all, we default to liberal arts.

After hearing these news, the students began to discuss, and the pot exploded in an instant, because it really refreshed their cognition, and the cafeteria could actually take the exam.

The whole classroom is filled with novelty.

After Mr. Hai managed the discipline, he began to read the exam number, and the students began to record carefully.

Next, it was time to set up the exam room, with a small number of desks arranged in the outside hallway, and the other part left in the classroom, separated by a space.

It's not a long way off.

But what does this have to do with us? After all, it's someone else's exam room.

Nothing is allowed to be placed in the table hole in each examination room, and it must be emptied, otherwise it will be the impression of the discipline of the examination room.

At this time, it is quite painful, and I need to carry my books and miscellaneous items back to the dormitory, which is not far away, but the books are very heavy.

Today's evening self-study is quieter than usual, except for review or review, after all, it's going to be an exam, what level is it, you can know it when you test it.

After evening self-study.

The boy came again, and it seemed to me that he was really strange, he didn't introduce himself, he didn't explain the purpose, he just followed so inexplicably.

If you like it, you can tell me directly, or if you don't like it, you can also explain the reason, so blindly inexplicable, no one is embarrassed.

"Which exam room are you in?" He asked suddenly.

I looked at him, and this was the first time we had looked at each other, "The cafeteria is in the basement. ”

He was obviously surprised, he probably hadn't heard that there would be an exam room in the cafeteria, and it didn't matter if he hadn't heard of it, but he suspected that I was lying to him.

What the heck?

Completely unnecessary, okay?

I quickened my pace and walked quickly back to the dormitory, and he went back with interest. What is it? Do you ask once a day?

The more I thought about it, the more strange I felt, and the more I lost interest.

……

The next day, with the items for the exam, I came to the cafeteria curiously, and the huge canteen was a big table, and each large table was an exam area, and one person occupied one, which was so big.

This can definitely put several sets of rolls, the area is large enough, but ......

The table is a perennial accumulation of oil stains, it is difficult to clean off, wipe it repeatedly with a paper towel, but it is still very oily, and suddenly I saw the senior sister of the second year of high school in front of the left, holding the draft paper prepared in advance, and put it on the table and spread it all over.

It's a good idea.

I also started laying paper, but scratch paper was a little scarce, but it was good.

Thus began our first midterm exam in high school, a whole new experience.

When answering the questions, I was very serious, and I wrote all the questions that I would, and I was full of them, as if I would all of them, which caused a burst of envy from others, but in fact, many of the questions were made up. I know it's going to be wrong, but I still want to fill it up, which is another kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Looking at the whole scroll without a single gap, I felt very happy and satisfied.

After answering the paper in advance, I began to look around and admire the place, and found that there is an advantage here that I can eat directly upstairs after the exam, saving the process of running from the teaching building to the canteen, after all, every time I come late, there is either a long queue, or the cafeteria aunt is empty in front of it.

There is also a situation where there is a long queue, and when it is your turn, the meal is just finished, which is very embarrassing.

In the end, I didn't catch anything, so I was forced to go to the school's high-priced small supermarket to buy snacks, which was very atmospheric, so every day's lunch was a 100-meter race.

While waiting for the end of the exam, I, who finished writing the paper early, not only glanced at the classmate next to me, who should be a senior in the second year of high school, but also studied art.

Because, at the moment, he is holding a pencil and drawing on his test paper, which is the classmate in front of him, I think, this should be a sketch.

It's just that he is very mature in his painting, and at this time I silently made a promise in my heart that I would also reach this level.

Hopefully so.

Painting is a good way to pass the time, so I started to draw the same way, and indeed, time flies.

The standard time for a sketch is 30 minutes, but in the heart of the painter, it is a simple 30 seconds, and the time is not enough each time, either missing arms or legs, and some students don't even draw their heads, but start directly from the neck.

Yes, this is sketching, in addition to quality, the comparison is speed.

……

This is the end of the first day of exams.,Today on the way back to the dormitory.,It's not Alin but Ahri who walks beside me.,It's a chance encounter.,It can also be said that I did it on purpose.。

As I walked out of the classroom door, I paused for a moment, and Ahri had just come out, and we looked at each other, so we went to the dormitory together.

At this time, yesterday's boy reappeared, but this time he did not follow, but walked behind us.

And his friends, whoa, seemed to be discussing me.

I didn't deliberately listen to what they were discussing, but walked indifferently, and after exchanging "goodbyes" with Ahri, I left without looking back.

This was the last time I saw that boy, and he finally understood what I meant, and he didn't continue to peester, which is still very good.

Let's just think of it as a fate.

Moreover, if this is not the case, it will be him who will be hurt after all, and then the responsibility will be greater.

However, I seem to have taken advantage of Ahri-san, but it's not all about using it, it's a kind of hidden thought, and it's just beginning to take shape.

Tonight, it's a happy sleep.

……

After the exam, it was a weekend, and when I returned home this time, I was holding a large bag and a small bag, which was called a heavy ah, just to fulfill the promise.

Remember drawing a picture for your class?

This is the case, the parent-teacher meeting should be after the midterm exam, of course, you have to hurry, and you will be responsible if you raise your hand.

As for what to draw, I struggled for a long time, and then, I took out the copy book and began to choose, or choose to copy one, it seems that I can only copy.

Today, I spent almost all day finishing this painting, and if you don't know, you may think that the teacher left homework, so seriously.

I drew the whole work almost entirely by feeling.

The final product is not bad.

I just thought it was good at the time, but now that I think it's like a child drew it.

The structure is loose and the technique is immature.

However, I didn't think so at the time, and even thought it was very good, after all, it took a whole day's hard work.

After the weekend, when I returned to school, my painting was pasted on the side wall, and my eyes would always unconsciously look at that position, and I would glance at it when I walked by, which seemed to have become a habit, and every time I saw it, I unconsciously felt a sense of pride in my heart, proud of myself.

Soon, the results of the midterm exam came out, and as before, the students ran to the podium in a hurry, scrambling to wait and see, and they all poked their heads curiously.

There is loss, there is happiness, and there is indifference.

There are also some people who don't care about their grades at all, and they just ask others to help them take a look at the rankings, and they don't care anymore.

Such people are only divided into top students and scumbags.

When the crowd dispersed, I walked up to the podium, looked at the report card carefully, and saw myself at a glance, this time it was actually from the top, and it was very high.

Third?! Oh, my God!

To be honest, beyond my cognition, I got so high in the exam for the first time, how can I improve in the future? Happy and worried.

Then look at the art transcript next to it, more than a dozen, this ranking is still within the normal cognition, but, for me who is zero-based, it is even much higher, I thought it would be countdown, even if it is not countdown, it should be in the middle and bottom.

Can......

Although I was shocked, I couldn't hide my happiness.

Now, I was given the title of "Xueba", and the Xueba among the students in the dormitory suddenly couldn't afford it.

The first class after the midterm exam was the math class, and when the test papers were distributed, I witnessed the peak moment of my math score, 50 points!

At the time, I thought it was nothing, but later I learned that this was my best math score, and I never surpassed it since, including the college entrance examination.

But just then, our math teacher announced that she was about to be transferred to teach.

It's great, and we're all reluctant to give her up.

Even though she was a new teacher who had just graduated from college, I thought she taught very well, at least I could hear some of it, and I wasn't completely confused.

Reluctantly, we must also accept reality.

After the parent-teacher conference, she said goodbye to us, there is no banquet in the world, and we are about to welcome a new math teacher.

This is the difference between the expert teacher and the new type of teacher, compared to the previous young female teacher, the new math teacher seems to be experienced and gives lectures very casually, but it doesn't seem to be suitable for me.

I always couldn't understand, and my math grades were already not good, but now I'm even more dismal.

……

In the evening self-study, Ahri walked to me and sat down, at this time, I happened to be stumped by a math problem, and his math seemed to be very good, and later found that boys can always learn math easily, and I, learning is always confusing.

Ahri solved the problem very easily, and I was still confused, wondering how this was done? Next, he explained the whole process of solving the problem to me, and he patiently repeated it over and over again, and it seemed that he would understand.

When you encounter the exact same type of question, you can answer more than enough, but if you change the form a little, you will immediately be stumped and have no idea where to start.

I was completely wrong by rote, so I wasn't suitable for math.

The brain was in a mess, and he smiled awkwardly and politely, projecting a look of help, and Ahri patiently explained again.

In this way, one after another, I still learned quite a lot, thanks to him.

At this time, Alin can say that he abandoned me again, usually physical education class or extracurricular activities, I am with Yan and Yan, on the way back to the dormitory after evening self-study and evening self-study, next to Ahri, which seems to have become a kind of tacit understanding, it seems to be a chance encounter, but it is actually the two of them looking at each other and smiling.

Then, when I went to the cafeteria to eat, I was the only one, and I was very concerned at the beginning and then I was casual and peaceful.

It's all just a process of habit.

In fact, it is really nothing to eat in the cafeteria alone, and there is no need to care so much, the more you care, the more difficult your life will be.

The first semester of high school passed in such a mess.

Ordinary weather, simple life, and freedom of oneself.

……

Studio.

Before the holidays, I left the art make-up class, and after paying the money for the previous semester, I found it a bit extravagant.

With only half a day of study per week, it costs several hundred, and my parents seem to be a little unable to afford this extra expense, although they don't say it, but I can see more or less that I can see it.

Moreover, painting in the studio is actually useless, it is like continuing to paint in a different place, so many students, the teacher can't take care of me at all.

I choose, self-taught.

Since it's all the same, why not choose to study quietly and freely at home?

When my parents learned that I didn't go to the studio, they asked me why I was curious.

But there's some reason for this, I just don't want to go.

Suddenly, my mother asked me another question: "Is it that the teacher in your studio is not serious?" ”

Not serious?

I'm at a loss again, so let's talk about it.

Then my mother said that when my father held a parent-teacher conference for me, the head teacher, Mr. Hai, emphasized that the teachers in my studio were very improper, which made parents pay more attention, especially girls.

But I don't think so.

Every time I go, it's normal to draw, otherwise what else can I do? The art teacher did have a good relationship with a few girls, but there were more boys there.

It's Mr. Hai who is too worried.

It's impossible to go too far as a teacher, not to mention that this art teacher is retired and looks like he's in his sixties, the same age as his grandfather.

Rumors, maybe that's how it came about.

However, I was still quite surprised to ask such a thing from my mother's mouth, she was concerned about me?

Shouldn't she be happy? Because if she didn't go to the studio, she could save a lot of money, but her first reaction was not.

It seems that we are all changing.

Trying to get closer to each other.