"Report." Zhou Yi said, standing at the door of the classroom.

At this moment, the math teacher was in the middle of his lecture, and was suddenly interrupted by Zhou Yi, so he had to shake his head helplessly and say, "Come in." The math teacher cleared his throat, "Students, the next time you come in, if the teacher is still lecturing, don't report again." ”

The math teacher only needed one meal, and this memory was broken, so he had to sigh helplessly, "Where did I just talk?" ”

Zhou Yi happily walked back to his seat, and his heart was naturally happy.

The peach and plum blossoms are scorching and glowing.

"What's so funny?" Xiao Yuan poked Zhou Yi with his elbow, and Zhou Yi returned to reality with a shake of his mind.

"No... It's nothing. Zhou Yi smiled awkwardly but politely, although he said so, Zhou Yi's mind was still constantly circling the brief but precious picture, like a fire burning in a cold winter night, this fire not only gave people warmth, but also roasted the face, and the heat swam in every cell in the body.

"Zhou Yi, why did you get a nosebleed?" Xiao Yuan pointed to Zhou Yi's nose and exclaimed in a low voice.

"Nosebleeds?" Zhou Yi touched her nose, and there was a pool of slimy blood on her hand, and it was then that Zhou Yi realized that a stream of heat was rushing out of her nose.

Xiao Yuan hurriedly took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Zhou Yi in a panic.

"What's wrong with you, first you smirked yourself, and then you had a nosebleed." Xiao Yuan kept his voice low, for fear of being heard by the math teacher.

Of course, Zhou Yi knew why he had a nosebleed, but how could he explain the reason? Thinking of this, Zhou Yi suddenly felt a little disdainful of his behavior just now - lying on the windowsill and watching Zhou Jin change clothes, he felt like a pervert who was spying on the spring light, and he was really a hooligan.

Zhou Yi shook his head, hoping to get rid of the "obscene" picture just now from his mind, not completely delete it. "No, no, no, I just want to see Zhou Jin in white, just because I'm curious, I don't mean to see him undress." Zhou moved to justify himself in his heart and excuse himself. Thinking about it like this, Zhou Yi is much more relieved.

"I may have been on fire in winter," Zhou Yi explained to Xiao Yuan, who really admired that she could come up with such a good statement in such a short period of time, convincing herself and hiding it from Xiao Yuan.

Zhou Yi has always wanted to forget her unbearable behavior, but what she can't forget is the heartbeat of that moment.

At the end of class, the math teacher threw down another paper, and it was only then that Zhou Yi came to his senses.

"Oh my God, there are two days left before the second mold!" Zhou Yi exclaimed loudly.

"Yes, all the teachers have been saying every day these days," Xiao Yuan held his head with his hands, pretending to be a salted fish, "There are still two days before the second model exam!" Students should speed up their revision! Xiao Yuan deliberately imitated the hoarse voice of the math teacher. As soon as the words fell, Zhou Yi and Xiao Yuan looked at each other and laughed.

"You're magical." Zhou Yi pointed at Xiao Yuan and said, smiling from ear to ear.

But the next moment, Zhou Yi thought about it, and couldn't help but reflect on what he had done in the past few days, feeling absent-minded every day, as if he had lost his soul, and now he was learning completely from his old book.

"It's time to work hard." Zhou Yi thought secretly in his heart.

Two days before the second model, City B Middle School still followed the usual practice to let the students review independently in the classroom for two days. Zhou Yi felt that in fact, it was often more difficult to review on his own than to send her papers. Reading a book over and over again, calculating one mistake after another, and constantly strengthening and deepening knowledge points, but time is limited, so it is necessary to improve efficiency and consolidate knowledge, but also to ensure the review effect, so as not to forget after reading, the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out.

Zhou Yi already had a trace of guilt, because she had indeed been deserted these days, and every day she lived in a snowy dream, lying in the ethereal clouds. But now it's time to wake up from the dream, and it should fall from the clouds to the land, and it is the second mock exam for thousands of troops to cross the single-plank bridge.

In addition, Zhou Yi unexpectedly took the first place in the class last time, which really brought her a lot of pressure, not only like a heavy burden, pressing on Zhou Yi's heart, but also like a leather whip, whipping Zhou Yi to keep going.

It's really hard to use words to describe the tense and depressing atmosphere before the third year of high school exams, the air is solidifying, everything is becoming anxious, all people are anxious, and Zhou Yi, who is reviewing, feels that he is now at the boundary of his soul, example questions, wrong questions, idioms, materials, one by one, one by one, and then Zhou Yi found that he had not done so many things yet. Zhou Yi tried his best to revise, wanting to make up for the time he wasted.

"Time does not wait for me", Zhou Yi once again realized the heavy weight of these four words. Every morning, Zhou Yi wrote today's tasks on post-it notes, and then tore them off and stuck them on the desk, and every time he finished one item, he crossed out one item with a pen, and Zhou Yi couldn't wait to break his time into two and squeeze the water in the sponge dry, but even so, Zhou Yi did not have the feat of crossing all the tasks from the post-it notes in one day.

Twilight, finally, the day of review is finally over, and the ringing of the bell for the end of class has not been able to stir the frozen air in the classroom, which is like an iron abrasive, imprisoning the people inside with invisible power. After the bell rang, the students were still sitting in the seats of the classroom and continued to study, although the students sitting in the classroom did not run long distances or climb, but they were already exhausted.

"Ah" Xiao Yuan couldn't help but yawn, "I'm so tired" said, Xiao Yuan leaned back on the back of the seat, "I really want to sleep, it's because I'm making up homework at noon today, so I don't have a lunch break." ”

"I'm so tired, too." Zhou Yi spoke, but the pen in his hand did not stop. Zhou Yi also wanted to rest, but it really couldn't be done, the time was tight, and the task was heavy.

Xiao Yuan pouted, sighed, sat up straight again, and continued to lie at the desk.

At night, Zhou Yi walked alone on the path back to the teacher's apartment, yawning one after another, Zhou Yi really wanted to walk back with his eyes closed, if it wasn't for the cold outside the house, Zhou Yi really wanted to just stand here and fall asleep. Zhouyi looked up at the bare branches overhead, and only its black silhouette could be seen under the dim streetlights.

Zhou Yi suddenly realized that youth is not a love letter in a love novel, not a calculation in a third-rate movie, and the real youth is a beating heart in the tired body in the dark night.