Time finally climbed to September, a generation of new people replaced the old, Liang Chen and they finally boiled into Shihe's hope for next June. The 70th anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War helped them delay the time to enter purgatory mode for two days, even if it was a two-day holiday, Teacher Mu and the teachers of various subjects did not spare them, four volumes plus a Chinese poem dictation, even if there are more than 300 days in the countdown to the college entrance examination in front of the classroom, Teacher Mu's words on the podium are still - there is not much time left for you.

After returning from the holiday, Mr. Mu commanded them to transform the classroom into an atmosphere where the college entrance examination was approaching, in addition to the countdown to the college entrance examination that had already been hung, two banners written by Zeng Tong were hung on the beams of the roof of the classroom - Forging 3,000 Days with Fire, Turning Mo into Evil, and Breaking King Kong; The boy has his own juvenile madness, Miao Kunlun, laughing at Lu Liang. On the blank wall pillars around the classroom, the excellent sentences collected by the students, the excellent essays over the years, and various unpopular college entrance examination centers are replaced every day······ The bullets have been loaded, and the seventh class of the third year of high school is ready for the final charge of the remaining three hundred days.

Liang Chen finally became a person he hated in the third year of high school, from the beginning of high school he has always criticized the sadness of Chinese education, and cultivated a group of children full of thinking power into a test score machine, and the success or failure of three years of hard work is placed in an exam, which is extremely ridiculous. Liang Chen also felt ridiculous at this time, the June exam was still far away, but he had already worked hard for the upcoming first medical exam.

The first round of review before the college entrance examination has already started as early as the summer vacation make-up class, and the knowledge learned in the first and second years of high school has to be re-studied in just two or three months, and those who have learned the knowledge of language, mathematics, foreign politics, history and geography suddenly became strangers again, Liang Chen only remembered that he looked at him in the crowd at a certain moment. During that time, in response to the teacher's questions, Liang Chen said the most thing was to forget. In the review of the third year of high school, Mr. Liu became the most calm teacher, he was used to repeating the questions he thought he had talked about countless times in his head over and over again, and he also pointed to a certain place on the blackboard as if he were doing something - it was written here at that time.

Regarding the issue of the four seasons, Zhou Sang has always thought that Li Boqing is commenting on the book, which is purely a fake fight. The sun in October in Shihe is still a little sunny, at the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, the school gave preferential treatment to the senior high school, all the classes of the senior high school were specially arranged to the shade in the plastic basketball court, Liang Chen raised his hand to block the sunlight through the leaves at will, and lowered his head to remember the major historical events, Xiao Wei had already checked it during the make-up class, but since the beginning of the school year, 80% of the students in the seventh class of the third year of high school fell on this road, Xiao Wei's punishment was also very simple, and he rechecked it before the end of September after the whole class was punished and copied.

Although Liang Chen is not among the eighty percent of the people, it is not that he can't remember these little knowledge, he is just used to memorizing all the knowledge several times when he enters the third year of high school. When the national anthem sounded, Liang Chen raised his head. Xue Jiao, Li Ju and the class leader next door were selected as this week's flag raisers, Liang Chen looked at the three of them and smiled, this week's flag raising was delayed for a few minutes because of the weekly meeting of the senior class teacher, Xue Jiao and the three of them only received a notice when they were close to raising the flag, and the teachers of the Political and Educational Office just quickly demonstrated it, and they left the division, and even Xue Jiao's speech under the national flag was the manuscript left by the previous students of Teacher Mu.

After the flag-raising ceremony, Liang Chen met Du Ruo at the exit of the basketball court, he hadn't seen Du Ruo for three days, the two didn't have any conflicts, Du Ruo was really a prodigal son who turned around and washed his hands. During the summer vacation, he sold the Shihe campus group he created and all the profitable businesses in his hands to his sophomore brother at a price, Du Ruo's half of his mind was on studying, following Qiu Nan to learn English and make up mathematics, he was determined to be admitted to university, even if the purpose of this determination was not pure, his other half of his mind was on Qiu Nan.

Liang Chen stepped forward to say hello, but Du Ruo yawned.

"I didn't go to bed until twelve o'clock yesterday." Liang Chen asked.

"Half past twelve." Du Ruo opened his mouth wide and prepared for the next yawn, "By the way, I bought a few sets of English papers, and I'll divide one set with you later." ”

"Don't, you'd better keep it for yourself! My English is now basically stable at about 100 points, and I can see this political and historical place! Half of my brain has to be freed up. Liang Chen patted the historical events in his hand and said.

As Liang Chen spoke, Du Ruo fired two yawns in a row like a cannon, "You are just lazy, Lao Zeng has made the most progress between seventy and one hundred and twenty points in English, and you still have room for twenty points!" Du Ruo's words and a yawn came out, and Liang Chen only listened vaguely.

"I think you have been brainwashed by Lao Zeng, since he was transferred to your class English teacher, you have learned English as if you have been beaten with chicken blood, but what about the results! The last English test was just over 80 years old, and I still didn't pass. Liang Chen scoffed.

"I've improved by more than ten points, and the land lord eats grasshoppers, so it's a piece of meat." As he spoke, Du Ruo yawned again.

Du Ruo seems to be really a few years older, Liang Chen has never seen him so depressed after staying up at two or three o'clock in the past two years, climbing the stairs is moved up step by step by relying on the handrail, Liang Chen is still a little worried about him, Du Ruo is still staring at him when he goes upstairs, Liang Chen patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't work so hard, you can rest to study better." ”

"Got it, I'll bring you the English paper in the afternoon." Du Ruo waved his hand behind Liang Chen's back, and leaned on the boys who had gone upstairs in their class back to the classroom. Liang Chen shook his head in the stairwell, smiling angrily, Du Ruo was determined to give him the English paper.

Xue Ji went back to the classroom before Liang Chen, sitting at the table and reciting something in his mouth, when Liang Chen first arrived at the door, Xue Ji waved his hand and beckoned Liang Chen to come over quickly, it was the third year of high school, and Liang Chen was behind her.

Before Liang Chen sat down, Xue Ji eagerly handed over the language review materials in his hand, "Hurry up, test me." ”

"What are you tested?" Liang Chen asked.

""A Fang Gong Fu"! Mr. Mu is going to do a spot check today. Xue Ji wanted to save some time, and the words in her mouth seemed to have turned on the accelerator button.

"What, did Mr. Mu say that he wanted to memorize "A Fang Gong Fu"? How I don't know. Liang Chen pretended to be surprised and said, he had actually finished reciting it in the dormitory, as early as during the make-up class, Liang Chen's "hypnosis method" before going to bed at night was changed from English words to Chinese texts or narratives of historical events, he wanted to tease Xue Jiao, she was too nervous these days.

In mid-September, the first joint examination of the literature comprehensive hit the confidence of all the liberal arts classes in the third year of high school to the bottom, and the three subjects of politics, history and geography were completed in two and a half hours, although each class had tried to make up the class, but the grade leaders suddenly raised the difficulty of the paper to the level of the college entrance examination, as the leader of the liberal arts class of the third year of high school, the seventh class of the third year of high school was slapped hard by this cruel society, and only Liang Chen, Li Ju, Jiang Zhiyun, and Ye Xin in the class took the test to more than 230 points, and Xue Ji is a sad fish in the school of fish that was killed by the big waves.

In the history class, Xue Jiao and more than 20 other failed students were punished by Xiao Wei for standing for two classes, and after finishing the paper, Xiao Wei said with a serious face, with a tone that was about to explain the aftermath: "Remember, this is the first of the countless blows you will have to bear next, and I hope you remember the feeling of pain." ”

Xiao Wei is giving vaccinations to everyone, preventing some people from becoming numb and sinking in countless blows, but Xue Ji seems to be a patient who is immune to anesthetics during surgery, and the pain in the operation is like a shadow under the light that has been lurking with her, and the inspirational words of the little target on the table have been replaced by Liang Chen's words when he was half-joking-in order not to let the number of words cry, political and historical efforts have to be made. Xue Jiao really began to work hard, and began to study politics and history very hard, facing the morning sun and sleeping on the moonlight. Xue Ji recited major historical events twice a week at Liang Chen's place, and one test paper a day for politics, history, and geography, and she left out the extraordinary.

As early as three days ago, Mr. Mu assigned the recitation task of "A Fang Gong Fu", if it weren't for Zhou Yin boringly chanting in Xue Ji's ear this morning, "Later generations mourn but do not learn from it, and also make future generations mourn future generations", Xue Ji will only remember that King Yingzheng of Qin unified the six countries in 221 BC and established the first great unified dynasty in ancient China.

Xue Ji took the review materials in his hand and knocked Liang Chen's head hard, "You memorized it so fast at Zeng Tong's place this morning, when I was deaf!" ”

"Oh well! Fen VI's Yu Lie, the next sentence. ”

"Is this "On the Passage of Qin" good?"

""The Theory of Passing Qin" also has to be examined!" Liang Chen shrugged his shoulders and looked at Xue Ji expressionlessly.

Xue Ji was skeptical of Liang Chen's words, and said with a warning: "Don't lie to me. ”

Liang Chen didn't lie to Xue Jiao, "On the Passage of Qin" was to be memorized, this was a text that Teacher Mu had to spot check on the first day, but because the reading comprehension of the monthly exam paper delayed the time, and Xue Jiao completely forgot about this trivial matter.

In the Chinese class, Xue Jiao avoided Teacher Mu's spot check with her luck, the clear water of good luck flowed into the sea, and the turbidity of bad luck poured into the river. In the middle of the big class, Li Ju passed on Xiao Wei's holy decree, Xue Jiao and more than a dozen classmates who were below 70 points in the history quiz last week were announced into the office, and Xue Jiao, who had escaped the catastrophe because of the language, and his brows were slightly stretched again, turned into a bitter gourd face.

When Xue Ji came back, he dragged the chair to change direction, and the legs of the chair made a sharp scream on the concrete floor.

"Oops! Liang Chen: Why is history so difficult! Xue Ji was a little crazy, frowning and looking at the bright red ninety-one of the history scrolls on Liang Chen's desk.

"Actually, it's not difficult, the main thing about doing history questions is to figure out the intention of the person who wrote the question." Liang Chen comforted.

"The only intention of the questioner is to want me to die." Xue Ji crawled on Liang Chen's table, looking pitiful. "You took the ninety-one exam, and I only took the sixty-one exam, and you didn't work as hard as I did, the way of heaven is unfair."

"You study history as hard as I learn English, I can't only take the test 10.12, you are not more than 130, if you don't deviate from the subject, we are still in Shihe, a broken place, and we would have gone to Puzhou for further study." Liang Chen tried his best to comfort Xue Jiao, he knew very well that the pain of not getting a harvest after this kind of hard work was a kind of unwilling feeling in his heart, which was the most easily numb poison.

"But I'm 30 points behind you and Li Ju in one subject, and geography and politics add up to more than 50 points! Chinese is also more than 10 points behind you, English and mathematics can get back 40 points at most, if mathematics is a little more difficult, maybe I will not have any advantage at all. Xue Ji cried and quickly calculated the gap between herself and Liang Chen with a sad face.

"The charge of the wolves is silent, there is not a shout, there is not a wolf howl, you have now exhausted your sharpness, how to win this battle. What you should do is to immerse yourself in hard reading, take a look at our original couplet, read a thousand volumes of literature is not dull, and sharpen your sword for three years with courage. "Liang Chen is good at not only comforting, but also learning two or three points of Teacher Mu and Old Man Li's ability to teach people.

"I'm not in a hurry!" Xue Ji said with some slurring.

"Those who seek great things do not try to achieve small things." Liang Chen stood like a hero on the side of the cliff of the high mountain, and the mountain wind blew his sleeves and said in a chic manner.

"Hey! Forget it! History is incomprehensible! Xue Ji shook his head and said.

"Then what I said before is in vain." Liang Chen sighed and said, "It is said that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, so you haven't learned my spirit of winning without being arrogant or discouraged." ”

"You're almost there! I also climbed the pole to teach me a lesson, you think about it yourself, when you failed the English test, it wasn't that time when you cried dad and called your mother to stop learning. Xue Ji gave Liang Chen a roll of his eyes and dragged the chair around.

"Humph!" Liang Chen replied with his mouth crossed, and Zhou Sang, who appeared behind Liang Chen at some point, patted him on the shoulder with a math paper, and Liang Chen's body subconsciously dodged backwards.

"The emotional exchange is over." Zhou Sang said with a grin.

Liang Chen glanced at him and didn't explain, he was already tired of this kind of explanation, "Let's ask math questions again." ”

"Those who know me, Brother Liang!" Zhou Sang handed over the math paper.

"Why haven't you been looking for Jiang Zhiyun lately." Liang Chen asked.

"I'm not afraid of delaying her studies!"

"Oh! Then you will delay my studies. ”

"You're the squad leader! Besides, based on our relationship, we have fought, we have been in the same window, we have seen what we have seen, and you can tell me a few questions or something. Zhou Sang folded his fingers and counted the relationship between Liang Chen and him.

The tide of the third year of high school hit, and Zhou Sang and Liu Bingjian, two people who were struggling with 500 points, suddenly took the first step to enter the university, and turned from a ruthless person to a werewolf army in the third year of high school, like a bloodthirsty hero who returned and broke and stood up. On the first day of school, Zhou Sang put down his suitcase and snatched Liang Chen's mobile phone, and said to Liang Chen with a fierce light in his eyes: "You will be my imaginary enemy in the future." ”

Zhou Sang, who regarded Liang Chen as an enemy, was the first werewolf in the seventh class of the third year of high school to be a little more ruthless than a ruthless person, and the kerosene lamp in the dormitory became Zhou Sang's exclusive night. Zhou Sang's green grape longs to turn into a red grape, and he is willing to meet the scorching sun and cold wind that he owed two years ago.

At the beginning of September, Zhou Sang, who was angry and trying to be strong in the early stage, went to Jiang Zhiyun for any problems, Jiang Zhiyun patiently told him for more than half a month, Jiang Zhiyun's patience defeated Zhou Sang, the first monthly exam, Jiang Zhiyun lost the first, even if she unilaterally said that it was not Zhou Sang's responsibility, Zhou Sang was still a newcomer for the old, and Liang Chen became a substitute for Jiang Zhiyun. He didn't have the same patience as Jiang Zhiyun, and after one or two times, his mood fluctuated violently, and he would push Zhou Sang to Xue Ji.

In the afternoon, the sun hid into the thick clouds, Du Ruo really sent a set of English test papers, he didn't come in person, Qiu Nan handed it to Xue Jiao, and Xue Jiao then handed it over to Liang Chen, Qiu Nan said that Du Ruo specially explained that he must give Xue Jiao to Liang Chen first, Du Ruo gave a reason - to borrow the divine light of a classmate who is good at learning English.

And this set of papers was tragically treasured by Liang Chen until the end of the college entrance examination, he really didn't have time to entangle a set of twelve English test papers, Liang Chen had already fallen into the quagmire of homework in various subjects.

From October to November, the homework of each subject was busy counterattacking each other every day, Liang Chen and their desks piled up more and more papers, and the mutual jokes in the corridor outside the classroom became a luxury, and the exam was reduced from a major event to the ordinary life of dressing and eating, a small test in three days, and a big test in five days from a joke in the teacher's mouth became a reality, and everyone was only sad about the ups and downs of the results, because the next exam may be in the next class.

There is not much time left for the senior year of high school.

Buddhist author, updated online, do not ask for rewards, do not ask for monthly passes, only ask for recommended collections

(End of chapter)