Qiao Zimo and I went to the same high school.

One of the best high schools in the town - Chinese school, Qiao Zimo is a top student, and it is natural for him to be admitted to a foreign Chinese school.

I, since Qiao Zimo left my house in the second semester of the second year of junior high school, no one has urged me to study anymore.

My academic performance plummeted until I couldn't fall.

After I let myself go for a semester, my homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhao, made a small report with my mother.

My mother thinks that the situation is serious, and if she continues like this, I am afraid that she will not be able to go to high school.

In the last semester of junior high school, my mother sacrificed all her spare time to finally improve my studies.

But if you want to go back to the beginning, you can't go back to the sky.

The reason why I was able to go to a foreign Chinese school was thanks to Teacher Xie.

Because I am a teacher's child, I can add 20 points to the high school entrance examination.

It also has to do with the strength I have to try to fight in the last two weeks.

Because Mr. Xie is nagging in my ear all day long.

"Look at Ren Zimo, this time you will definitely be able to go to a foreign Chinese school, but what about you?"

Teacher Xie's words and her contemptuous eyes became my motivation.

How can I lose to Qiao Datou, in the last two weeks, I learned from the ancients to hang the beams and pierce the bones, chisel the wall to steal the light, and smell the chickens dancing......

In short, it is the kind that works hard.

My efforts were not in vain, and the score from the high school entrance examination plus the twenty points given by my mother, one point is no more and one point is not less, and I will be able to go to a foreign Chinese language school.

My grandmother said that it was all due to her incense at the Feng Shui Temple on Feng Shui Mountain.

All right! As long as her old man is happy, she can say whatever she wants.

After learning that I had been admitted to the foreign Chinese, I was proud and proud.

Before school starts, I walked sideways.

After the start of the school year, the school asked every student to live on campus, and I shouted long live, and I could finally get rid of the clutches of Teacher Xie.

The beginning of school is military training, and half of the life of the training person is almost gone.

At that time, I dreamed every day that I hummed the song "Unity is Strength" taught by the coach

When I came home from military training for a week, I looked at myself in the mirror, and the area above my neck looked like a refugee who had just returned from Africa.

I'm glad I'm alive.

My mother was very proud, saying that I gained a lot from this military training, the first is that I am no longer a picky eater, and I will grab the food on the plate when I see it.

That is, during military training, I grabbed food with a group of hungry children, and I was only hungry without two brushes.

For the first meal, I was reserved for a while, and I didn't move my chopsticks, and the dishes on the plate were gone.

When I came back to my senses and wanted to get some white rice to satisfy my hunger, there was no white rice.

At the second meal, I learned to be sharp, and as soon as a plate of braised chicken came up, I poured it all into my bowl.

I looked at Qiao Datou and Xiangxiang who were holding a bowl of white rice and shared my braised chicken with them.

From this point of view, I am still a very noble person.

After the fresh end of the school year, I fell into deep pain again.

I'm glad that I wasn't in the same class as Qiao Zimo, and there were eight classes in the first year of high school.

It's not that I'm glad or not, it's just that my score is not enough to be qualified to be in the same class as Qiao Zimo.

The first four classes in the first year of high school are all top students, and the last four classes are more and more scummy the further they go.

Unfortunately, I'm the scumbag of all.

Qiao Zimo was assigned to the first class, and I was placed in the eighth class, and in this class I met Chen Xiangxiang.

Although I was placed in class eight, I was more scummy than other classmates, and I was ranked 46th out of 48 students in the class.

The ranking in the year segment is even more miserable.

Chen Xiangxiang ranked 47th, and a naïve boy ranked 48th.

The two of us are one after the other, sympathetic to each other.

Good or bad grades are not in my consideration, I believe in the truth that every hard work is rewarded.

If I don't work hard, where will I get the harvest? There is no reason for a pie to fall on the skull in the sky. I have that self-knowledge, which is one of the few strengths I have.

Just when I was ready to shake off my hands and feet and enjoy my high school life.

Qiao Zimo, the haunted guy, came to stir up the situation again, I really wanted to put a gun against his head, pull the trigger hard, and then he disappeared from my life.

After the test, the class rankings and year rankings were hung on the school bulletin board.

My name was clear at the back, and I secretly cut out my name while people were not paying attention.

In order to show my righteousness, I also cut out the name of Chen Xiangxiang, who was ranked behind me.

This case was easily solved, and the culprit was either me or Chen Xiangxiang.

Although Chen Xiangxiang was very righteous, she insisted that the name on it was picked by her.

But the shrewd and sophisticated teaching director is a cat, and he immediately smelled the catty in it.

He didn't even give me a chance to defend myself and Chen Xiangxiang, and after the big recess, he directly brought me and Chen Xiangxiang to the stage for review.

Chen Xiangxiang made a profound review, saying that she was sorry for the heavens, sorry for the loess, and even more sorry for her parents who had deep hopes for herself, and then sorry for the teachers' ardent hopes for students.

In the end, she said that she was sorry for the classmate who worked hard to help the teacher write the rankings, and she was ruining the fruits of other people's labor.

Chen Xiangxiang's words have no draft, and they are particularly neat and fluent, and they are particularly earnest.

I was thinking that this review without a draft directly laid a good foundation for Chen Xiangxiang to later become a radio host.

And I know the dean's routine.

I wrote three reviews of thousands of words in advance, and when I took them out, I saw that Director Liu gave me an approving look.

I started reading: "Dear Principal Yan, Vice Principal Yang, Director Liu, Deputy Director Wang, Teacher Qiu and Teacher Huang from Class 1, Teacher Liu and Teacher Bai from Class 2. Teacher Huang and Teacher Qian from Class 3 ......"

I thought that Director Liu would let me read at least the teachers of our eighth class.

However, time was limited, and Director Liu interrupted me and asked me to read the main points.

I started reading again: "I'm sorry for Principal Yan, Vice Principal Yang, Director Liu, Deputy Director Wang, Teacher Qiu in Class 1, Teacher Huang ......"

Director Liu's face couldn't hold back, and asked me to turn the page and read.

I turned the page and began to read: "I'm sorry for my mother, I'm sorry for my dad, I'm sorry for my grandfather under the nine springs, and I'm sorry for my grandmother......"

Director Liu interrupted me again with a blushing face and asked me to turn to the last page.

I turned to the last page.

"I'm sorry for Chen Xiangxiang, she was the one who carried the pot for me, and here, I want to cheer for our deep friendship. Sincerely, salute, reviewer: Bai Ziran. ”

Director Liu asked me with a confused expression.

"Finished?"

I looked sincere: "It's over." ”

Director Liu was about to get angry, the bell rang for class, and Deputy Director Wang stepped forward to whisper.

"Director, it's time for class, don't delay everyone's class, and we'll talk about it later."