Looking at the class schedule on my mobile phone, the Sunday evening self-study is six classes in turn, and this week belongs to Chinese. Evening self-study starts at 6:30, with three classes and ends at 8:50.

When I came downstairs, the rain had stopped, and I said hello to Feng's mother and rode the electric car to the school; In 14 years, Katsuragi has not banned electric vehicles or made messy rules or something, and now as long as you are 16 years old, you can go on the road, it seems that it was only in 21 years that a series of licenses were implemented, and car skills assessment or something.

There are three junior high schools in Katūgí, Katsuragi Junior High School and Katsuragi Vocational High School on a hill west of the Inhe River, and the Experimental High School on the outskirts of the northeast of the city. Feng Hao studied in the sixth class of the third year of high school at Katsuragi Middle School, and the ordinary parallel class in the twelve science classes.

The class division of this school is divided by the results of the junior high school entrance examination, and the undergraduate rate of parallel classes is about 30%~40%, or lower, and there may be one or twenty people in each class in the next semester; The undergraduate rate of the two key classes is above 98%.

It generally takes about ten minutes to ride an electric car from home to school, and after passing through the street that is much behind his memory, Feng Hao parked the car in the small square opposite the school gate, which has parked almost dozens or hundreds of taels, but most of them are bicycles.

At this time, it was already six o'clock, and there were already people coming and going at the school gate, and from time to time a few boys were chasing and fighting, and various food stalls wafted an attractive aroma.

The entrance gate is a road that runs through the school, and since Katsuragi Junior High School is built on a mountainside, the road slopes upward, and when you reach the back section, it slopes about thirty or forty degrees.

Walking along the highway, there is the teaching building of the junior high school on the right hand side of the door, and the table tennis court on the left hand side, and above the table tennis court is the science and education building, the library, and the principal's office.

The second floor of the junior high school teaching building is the school playground, and at the other end of the playground is a hundred-step ladder with a width of sixty or seventy meters.

When Feng Hao fumbled to find the sign of the sixth class of the third year of high school, there were few students in the corridor, and when he entered the classroom door, he saw that the Chinese teacher Pan Hui was already sitting on the podium; The teachers of the six subjects, except for the homeroom teacher Mathematics Teacher Zhu and the physics teacher Teacher Wang, who are veteran male teachers, the other four subjects are all female teachers who came to teach Feng Hao as soon as they graduated.

"Why did you come next to half-past six? What's wrong with wearing a mask? Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Pan Hui turned her head and asked,

"I have .....a cold," Feng Hao replied in a hoarse voice, while staring at the classmates below and constantly scanning, and soon saw Liu Qiyan who was staring at him, looking even more beautiful than in the photo, and the empty seat next to her should be his place.

"It's cold weather, pay attention to your body for a day, drink more hot water when your voice is hoarse, and talk less..."Pan Hui took a closer look and instructed, but she couldn't see anything from the face with the mask, just when Feng Hao was still a little moved, Pan Hui said again: "And you put on the mask, don't infect his face, delay people's study, hurry back to his seat." ”

"Teacher Pan, if you don't say the latter sentence, my tears will almost flow," Feng Hao said jokingly, among all the teachers, he had the best relationship with Pan Hui, and he had a hobby of writing novels in his previous life because he was good at high school Chinese......

"Let you talk less, you don't listen, right, it's still skinned," Pan Hui said as she raised the bamboo root in her hand and hit Feng Hao with a gesture.

'Haha'

Amid the laughter of the class, Feng Hao hugged his head and bent over and ran back to his seat. Feng Hao's seat is in the third row, with the aisle on her right, next to Liu Qiyan, and next to her is the window; The class is ranked by the grades to choose their own seats, Liu Qiyan is the first in the class, although Feng Hao is now only barely enough for the strength of the second book, but in this parallel class can also rank in the top fifteen, in addition to the results come out, the students basically chose their own position, so Feng Hao and Liu Qiyan have been at the same table in this window position for more than a year, and they are going to become 'exclusive' seats in the class;

"Quiet! The evening self-study bell has been struck, this class has done the review of one lesson three times, the next class will be taught, I will check before class," Pan Hui stood up and slapped the podium with a bamboo root.

Hang the schoolbag on the backrest, take out the Chinese review, turn it to class time 3, and put it on the table. Now all subjects are in the stage of review, basically except for Chinese, other subjects have to re-talk the knowledge points from beginning to end, which is also one of the reasons why Feng Hao is not very worried.

The class fell silent again, except for the occasional crunch or two from someone who wriggled the stool with their buttocks.

As if sensing something, Feng Hao tilted his head slightly to the left, only to see Liu Qiyan staring at him with his head down.

This tablemate from ten years ago, with his hair slightly tucked back behind his head and gently tied with a headband, hangs naturally down to his vest, and wears a white long-sleeved shirt with a duck motif on his chest that is slightly curved and arched......

In his previous life, when he was twenty-five or sixteen years old, Feng Hao was already afraid of marriage, or afraid of women, the development of the times, various remarks on the Internet, and his own insights all constantly impacted his three views......

Seeing that Feng Hao turned his head and stared at himself without blinking, Liu Qiyan glared lightly, snorted, defeated the battle, put his eyes back on the exercise book, and then held the pen in his right hand to support his head in thought, so as to cover his ears that felt a little hot and red.

This table, pretty is beautiful, it's just a little inexplicable, what does it mean to stare at yourself, you are only allowed to look at me secretly, and you can't let me look at you in the open, right?

The questions in class three are all about revising sick sentences, there are more than 30 questions, Feng Hao looked at it and it was quite simple, picked up the pen and changed it.

"Hey," Seeing that there were still a few questions to be corrected, Feng Hao heard his tablemate shouting about himself, so he stopped his pen, only to see her slip from the desktop and hand over a note,

'How do I feel like you're weird today, it's like you've changed'

'What's the blame?' It's really changed, it's become sick' Feng Hao wrote a sentence and returned it,

"How can you say yourself, I really feel that you have changed, it's just an intuition, and I can't say it."

'I also feel like you've changed, you're ugly'

"Hmph, you've just become ugly, ugly monsters wear masks, don't talk about it, I'm reading, you hurry up and change the question, I've been changing it for a long time," Liu Qiyan took the note and looked at it, pursed his lips and smiled, and wrote,

Teasing little girls, Feng Hao feels that he has a hand, and when he wrote novels in his previous life, he brought himself into the protagonist to deal with the various female characters in the book, although he was sometimes sprayed by readers: The author has never been in love, this emotional drama is worse than my mother's stewed pork knuckle.

At this time, Feng Hao shared his two love experiences in the book circle, and replied that the building was enough for 10 coins on the first floor.

Putting the note in the drawer, Feng Hao changed the question again, for Liu Qiyan and reliving this life, now he has no other thoughts except that he feels very beautiful and kind; I think in my heart that she is still in the stage of being a familiar stranger.

……

After changing the question, he memorized a few ancient poems and rang the class bell, Feng Hao didn't know if his memory had improved, or if he still had an impression in the depths of his memory, he hadn't read the poems since the college entrance examination in his previous life, but he memorized them after reading them a few times......

Because he was pretending to be sick, Feng Hao lay on the table after class and pretended to rest, and then quietly squinted and observed the classmates in the class.

There are those who read, play, sleep, and go down from the third floor for ten minutes after class and then run more than 100 meters to the commissary, and of course, there are those who borrow homework to copy;

"Qi Yan, do you want to go together?"

"Wait, I'll roll it out of the table,"

"Be careful, you're really going to be Feng Hao..."