Youth should be a life journey that you can't go back to, can't forget, and reminds you to keep moving forward.

And everyone will go through such a journey of youth......

Let's say that everyone in the world is born from the heart, but I don't know myself as well as I say.

"Weather: Sunny Mood: Average

Today I still go to school as always, buy two steamed buns in the morning, go home for dinner at noon, eat some roadside stalls on the roadside in the evening as dinner, and then go home for self-study in the evening......"

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Writing the same diary every day, Ye Qing is annoyed, but this is also something that she has always insisted on since she was a child, in addition to studying. "Forget it, don't write it, it's better to spend more time memorizing words than writing a diary like this......"

"Jingle Bell~~"

"Hey, my little ancestor, don't sleep anymore, you have slept with all your morning readings" Ye Qing was so violently pulled by Meng Xiaoyun that she gradually regained some consciousness.

"Let me tell you, even if you have good grades, you can't squander your beautiful morning reading so much, you have to know that we are all flowers of the motherland and pillars of the future, how can you waste a lot of youth on such a boring thing as sleeping? Are you listening to me, Ye Qing......"

Ye Qing was too lazy to listen to Meng Xiaoyun's daily indoctrination of a bowl of chicken soup every day, and groped in the drawer for the Chinese textbook to be taken in the next class. Meng Xiaoyun found that the people around her were quiet, and she was embarrassed to express her opinion on "Beautiful Early Reading" out loud.

At this time, I looked up and saw that the Chinese teacher had already walked into the classroom and began to teach tirelessly, "Students, we have all entered the third year of high school, we must focus on studying, don't do nothing all day long like before, you all have to plan for your future." ”

Jiang Tianhan in the back row said jokingly: "Yes, Meng Xiaoyun, your eloquence is the same as that of our Chinese teacher!"

"Are you looking for a fight, it's really a day if you don't hit the house and uncover the tiles, see how I clean you up after class."

Ye Qing is also not surprised by this phenomenon, it seems that she is used to fighting at the same table and in the back row, and she doesn't care much about it. But then she suddenly looked up at the front table, and the seat that had been empty was only seen with a thin but strong and straight back......

At this time, Meng Xiaoyun also noticed it, and whispered to Ye Qing: "Let you read early and don't sleep, don't sleep, you missed it, haven't you seen it, this morning the teaching director personally brought this boy to our class, that expression is indifferent, tsk, as if it is another kaolin flower......"

Ye Qing listened to Meng Xiaoyun's chatter, just glanced at her, and Meng Xiaoyun immediately made a movement to zip up her mouth. In fact, Meng Xiaoyun is the only one who can be called Ye Qing's friend. Ay! Ye Qing occasionally wondered, "If I hadn't been so indifferent and smiled more, would I have a lot of friends." …… Forget it, I'm really not suitable. ”

Just when Ye Qing's thoughts flew away, this class passed unconsciously, "End of class." As he spoke, the Chinese teacher picked up the handouts and walked out of the classroom.