On the first day of school, Lin Ruyue, the head teacher, reminded that this semester must make up the subjects that can be made up, so that it will be a great help in the sprint stage, otherwise, the results of the next semester will be easy to slip. When the students in the third class heard this, most of them didn't dare to be sloppy, and they all thought about the ease of the school that had just started.

Of course, the few people in the corner are still going their own way, some have begun to look forward to social life, and some people are dazed by the poisonous chicken soup, thinking that reading is useless, and their minds are full of the idea that "in the future, these top students will come to work for me". However, a student with a low academic background, no background, no financial resources, and wants to become a master by chance alone, which is completely a misinterpretation of the accident of "not good reading ability, first-class earning ability". It is true that success in reading does not mean success in a lifetime, but it also reflects your level of ability at this stage, which shows that you have an advantage over your peers in the year-on-year competition. We hate textbook cynicism, but it's even more annoying to be a reader who lives in an ideal country.

Different from the past, on the first day of school, the teachers of all subjects are warning everyone in a more serious tone not to work hard this semester, otherwise they will be surpassed by someone at the bottom unconsciously. Originally, some people decided to work hard this winter vacation, and the teachers made roughly the same remark to let them know that the war had begun.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, Qiuhua couldn't help but complain: "Jingru, have you noticed that today's class is so boring." Tian Jingru nodded and said, "Yes, the teachers don't seem to be able to laugh today." But speaking of which, time is so fast, and when I think about it, it seems that I just found out yesterday that my brothers and sisters are in their third year of high school, and it will be us in a blink of an eye. ”

"Jingru, what do you want to do in the future?" Qiuhua threw out a question. Tian Jingru listened to it and said angrily: "Hmph, on the occasion of the Chinese New Year, I told you, but you forgot it?" You don't care about me. ”

Qiu Hua recalled it carefully, but still had no impression, so he could only shake his head and say, "No, I remember what I said, you didn't seem to tell me." ”

Tian Jingru thought about it, as if she hadn't told him about it, but she refused to admit defeat, so she could only pout: "Qiuhua, you are really a straight man, I am so cute, you don't know how to let me, hum." ”

"Good, my fault, my fault." After Qiuhua finished speaking, he couldn't help but whisper: "I didn't say it in the first place." ”

"Qiuhua, I want to stay in Guangsu, be a teacher, and take good care of my dad. What about you? Tian Jingru turned her head and followed along, looking at him with her eyes.

"Me, first of all, I still want to study Chinese, and then go around and write poetry. If you like, I can teach you. When Qiu Hua said this, his heart suddenly felt less comfortable.

"Me? When I was a child, I also fantasized about chasing dreams and stars, but when I grew up, I couldn't even get out of this small city, haha. Tian Jingru laughed at herself, and said with a smile: "I really can't write about those crepe things, but wherever you go, I will support you, just remember to come back to me." She never took her eyes off him as she spoke.

It has been said that if you like someone when you are young, you must take a good look at his eyes. Because it is seventeen or eighteen years old, there is no love and hate in his eyes.

Qiu Hua obviously felt her affection, and said solemnly: "I won't lose you, you are the reason why I was able to recite poetry." "Sour." Tian Jingru took a bite of him, and her cheeks instantly turned red.

Graffiti on the table is something that almost everyone experiences when they are a student, and Tian Jingru feels bored, so she slowly looks at the graffiti on the table. Someone left QQ on it, someone drew a pig's head on it, of course, there was also a direct writing on the table "xx is xx", for the love and hatred of the people in the class, Tian Jingru didn't want to participate, she took out an eraser and rubbed the handwriting a little. There was a line of words that suddenly attracted her attention, "Gentlemen are good and ladies, and beautiful women prefer to be versatile", which is written in very standard italics, which is very delicate and makes people feel spring. Tian Jingru looked at this word, and couldn't help but look at the meaning of it.

After a while, Tian Jingru suddenly said with some self-reproach: "Qiuhua, I'm very bored, I don't seem to understand you." "It's not boring, stupid." Qiuhua replied in her tone. Tian Jingru was annoyed, so she pinched him fiercely.

Sometimes, interesting souls don't have to find interesting souls. When your head is hot and you ask where you want to go on a pilgrimage, she may never understand the poems and distant places in your heart, but she will silently prepare your bags for you.