"Ziming, in the next class, Lao Zhao's class, if you can confuse yourself by talking about classical Chinese, I won't suffer from this crime, do you bring P3 and P4? If you don't use your phone, you can borrow me to listen to songs. My phone was thrown away by my mom again. Hey, it's been a long time since I've pampered my brother Xu Song, hehe. ”

As soon as she was halfway through her words, Ma Qiyue had already begun to flip through Qi Ziming's schoolbag back and forth. It's not that she's impolite, it's just because of her personality, Ma Qiyue, who has always done her own thing, squeaked before her "action" is already the greatest respect for the other party.

"I don't have what you said, but I brought my phone, and my mother was afraid that she wouldn't find me after school, but I didn't have a song in it. Because there isn't much space without a memory card, and I don't know what songs are good. Zi Ming explained as she picked up the exercise book that had been dropped on the ground by Qi Yue.

"I'll go, don't mess with me, you don't listen to my brother Xu's songs are so good, you don't deserve to be my tablemate, when I am at the same table, you have to memorize his lyrics backwards. I really don't understand how you don't get bored every day? I didn't even listen to the songs. Would you prefer to listen to Lao Zhao spit while telling about his glorious deeds when he was young? With that, the class bell rang. Qiyue began to draw villains on the table with a scribble pen. On the one hand, she passed the time, and on the other hand, she was replaced by Li Weiyi. Of course, Zi Ming didn't care what Qiyue said, and began to follow the teacher's train of thought to recall the content of the previous lesson.

In fact, Zi Ming almost didn't know what pop songs, idol dramas, and popular singers and movie stars at that time were. In other words, she didn't have the time or energy to understand. Ziming entered the key high school with the fifth score in the city in the high school entrance examination, she was glamorous in junior high school, there were stacks of awards at home, and she had the reputation of an all-round scholar in the school, and she carried too many parents' expectations and the invisible pressure brought to him by almost everyone. No one even thought that she deserved to be forgiven for not getting a perfect score in math that time because she was too nervous to read the wrong option, let alone that a teenager would be annoyed by not knowing how to have fun when he was idle. No one forced her to study, but it seemed like once she stopped, everything would change drastically.

She had just entered high school. It is logical to enter the 16th class of the intensive class for top students. The head teacher of class 16 is the kind of person who laughs harmlessly to humans and animals, and once he gets angry, the sky is dark. But everyone still affectionately calls her Sister Ping. Her table mate is not a good student, the only exception. Although Ma Qiyue does not study hard, she does not recruit too many students due to the school's sports talents, and Ma Qiyue's natural intelligence makes the director of education feel that she can rely on sports to get into a good university. So they became table mates. Qiyue can't get used to seeing Zi Ming holding a book all day long, but Zi Ming envy Qi Yue who doesn't take out the book all day but always has something to do, and can always make herself very happy.

"Where's that? Is this picture going on?" The only class that Qi Yue is interested in is the biology class. In her words, she wanted to know what she really was.

"Not yet? This is the content of verse 5, and we are only talking about verse 3. ”

"What kind of teacher is this, the efficiency is not high, don't listen to it, listen to me analyze this diagram for you."

"Shhhh

"The bangs have blocked half of my face, he doesn't know who I am, hahaha."

"How can anyone not know you, even if they don't recognize you, you will have your own halo when you sit next to me." Ziming is also rare to joke with Qiyue, after all, she would have known what the teacher said.

"Ma Qiyue. If you don't study yourself, don't bring your classmates to the side. The two of them were chattering, and they happened to be discovered by the tired teacher.

Qiyue looked disdainful: "If you don't study, it's broken?" You are a teacher, don't you say such unreasonable things. Although it was muttering, it was still heard by the teacher.

"Go up and stand in the back. No, get me out. Both of you go out, and in the future I will go out if I don't love my class. On the one hand, he was angry, and the classmates in the first row on the other side were once again baptized by the spittle star.

Small droplets of saliva running in the air at high speed, coupled with the increasingly humid weather, permeated the small classrooms. Disgusting rows and rows of people, witnessing boring classes, and also ushering in the first midterm exam. After the exam, the whole school will be ranked according to their grades, and the cards will be reshuffled, and the students who do well in the exam will come in to strengthen the class, and those who do not do well will be demoted to the ordinary class. Intensive classes are located in the south building, while regular classes are in the north building. There is a playground with a circle of 400 meters between the two buildings. Students who change classes need to bring all their belongings, including desks and chairs, through the originally small playground to usher in a new environment, teachers, classmates and even life.

Although he was already a high school student, this was the first time that children had experienced this kind of cruelty. I didn't feel anything after the exam, and on the day the results came out, the last self-study class before the evening self-study room was quiet like only Sister Ping alone.

"The students who read the names below performed very well in this exam, you have the opportunity to meet harder students, the school has set up two strong teaching classes after this exam, and the students who are admitted to the top 100 of the grade have the opportunity to choose to enter. Of course, if you feel that you are under pressure and not suitable for high-intensity study, you can also choose to stay. When I go back, I will discuss it with my parents before making a decision. If you choose to go to a strong class, you will have a better learning environment, better classmates, and stricter teachers, and you will be closer to your ideal university. This is just the first time in the future, the cards will be reshuffled after each final exam, you must guard against arrogance and rashness, and try not to come back. When she said this, it was good news, but Sister Ping's expression was extremely heavy. It seems that I am beginning to feel sorry for these poor children who live in books and under the test-taking system. The road to study is already difficult, and they are divided into three, six, nine and so on simply because of their grades. It's not the grades that really hit the children, but that some people were selected, and some people were expelled, like a coke without gas, like a cigarette case without cigarettes, like a mobile phone with no battery.

"As for the students whose names are read below, it is a pity that you need to go to the ordinary class for a while, and the slower pace of learning may be more suitable for you. In fact, if you have today's results, you should also reflect on what you are doing when others are studying. For three years you don't have to do anything, just study and have a freer future, to really choose your own future instead of being chosen. But I also hope that you will not be discouraged and come back soon. Sister Ping's expression became more complicated, with helplessness and a hint of pleasure that they "deserve it". It seems that they should be hit a little, otherwise how would they know that society is sinister.

"After the next physics class, everyone started to adjust according to the corresponding class on the notice. To be orderly, as for what to say goodbye and souvenirs, it is exempt. Say goodbye to yye in private. "When Sister Ping said this paragraph, it was very similar to when she talked about the periodic table, and it was distressing to be proficient. It seems that this is how it ushered in, and sent away batches of students.

Piles of tiny people come and go, forming their own teams. It was as if it had been agreed in advance, and the girls helped each other out, as if they were just trying to find a companion to cry with, but they still couldn't tell whether it was tears or snot. While crying, I picked up the books that had been touched, as if I felt that I was the worst person in the world, abandoned by the teacher and discriminated against by the school. On the other side, the boy with the vision has taken the opportunity to help the girl move tables and chairs, and on the other hand, he is looking for his early love, as if he is looking forward to a soul and spirit meeting in a depressed situation. The boy who has no vision to see will start to walk into the naughty hall by himself, and there will be no more different tables at the same table, and it seems that there will be one more brother who "shares weal and woe".

In just ten minutes, it seemed that all the dirt on the playground began to get excited, and the sand and dust filled the sky, making the already not very good weather even worse. I also want to witness the growth of the children again. This is probably one of the few schools that has the busiest day of the year other than the sports day, full of people, tables and chairs.