This super flu lasted for more than half a month, and the "survivors" were as rare as winning the lottery, and people fell ill in waves, and came back in waves, and the cycle was repeated, and the cycle finally ended.

The pace of the final exam is getting closer and closer, and in order to give everyone a sense of urgency, Song Yao also wrote the countdown to the final exam in the corner of the blackboard.

Since Song Yao announced the division of subjects at the class meeting, the atmosphere in the class has become tense, because re-dividing subjects means that key classes and ordinary classes will be divided according to the final grades, which means that someone will be removed from the key class.

If you were in the regular class from the beginning, no one would be surprised if you were placed in the regular class. But if it's from a key class......

At that time, there will be a bunch of people who will study why this person was removed, and it will be suffocating to think about it.

But Zhou Luo is not worried.

In the eyes of most people, the teachers in the key classes are first-class, especially the science subjects, and almost all the students in this class intend to choose science subjects. In the end, they felt that there was only one possibility - the science was not good, and the IQ was not enough.

At present, only An Mu and Zhou Luo want to choose essays in the class.

In the class of physics and chemistry, everyone straightened their backs and stared at each other, for fear of missing a knowledge point. Only the two of them lowered their heads to review the history of land politics.

This is also the inspiration given by the physics teacher.

In physics class that day, he was talking and lecturing, and somehow he got involved in the sub-subject.

"I was very good at history back then, and I thought that history class was like storytelling, and I could easily get a perfect score. When I was dividing the subject, the history teacher also talked to me and wanted me to study literature, but I only said one sentence and made her give up persuasion. ”

The physics teacher paused deliberately, and a boy asked curiously, "Teacher, what did you say?" ”

I saw that the physics teacher sold a pass, and smiled lightly: "I said: 'Teacher, I'm a man!'" ’”

The classmates laughed.

He waited for everyone to finish laughing, and continued: "If you want to be assigned to the key science class, you must listen carefully, and physics is the most important subject for this exam." If you want to choose an article, you don't have to listen to my class, look at your politics and history, anyway, it won't have anything to do with you in the future. Finally, I advise you to be cautious in the selection of essays, and don't joke about your future. ”

I don't know if he says this every year, at least Zhou Luo thinks so.

In fact, it is not surprising that science teachers look down on liberal arts students, even some liberal arts teachers themselves look down on them, such as the history teacher who came to substitute teach class 5 one day.

He said: "You are the students in the key class, and the science teachers are the best. If you can't study science in this way, then you really have to find your own reasons, don't always think that you can escape by studying liberal arts, I am from the past, and liberal arts are only studied by students who can't learn science! ”

Selected essays seem to have become a sensitive word, an option that everyone avoids, and anyone can step on it.

Zhou Luo also wants to refute, what can be used to refute it? She doesn't have that capital, she really can't learn physics and chemistry.

But how is the relationship between physics and chemistry and liking politics and history, Zhou Luo has never understood.

There is no difference between learning and disliking in their eyes, and they are all "strong words" by liberal arts students in order to justify.

The only serious liberal arts teacher in Class 5 is Cheng Yujun, a political teacher, who Zhou Luo likes very much, and she feels that there are always countless truths hidden in this teacher's humor.

"Look at those who are officials, how many of them are not liberal arts students? Liberal arts students are managers in the future! After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright, no kidding. In fact, there is no right or wrong in learning literature and science, I know that many people in our class want to learn science, then I really feel sorry for you, and so on in the second year of high school, students who study literature will begin to study philosophy, this is really a discipline full of wisdom, you only need to memorize knowledge points before the exam, can not study this book carefully, oops, what a pity! ”

"Gold will shine wherever it is, students who want to choose essays should not doubt their choices because others think of liberal arts, others are others, you are you, no matter what choice you make, you must listen to your heart. Come on, the students in our class should still be taught by me in the future, and I look forward to seeing familiar faces in the new class! ”

"This semester is coming to an end, I really think the quality of the students in our key classes is really high, thank you very much for your cooperation with my semester course, thank you!" She bowed solemnly, her supple hair hanging down to her chest with her movements.

In this key class, Cheng Yujun is the only liberal arts teacher who has never changed from beginning to end, she always smiles, obviously over forty years old, but her eyes are still as clear as spring water. When she lectured, Zhou Luo always felt that her eyes were shining. I guess I love this job.

Zhou Luo Xuewen has long thought about it, but this does not mean that she will not flinch in the face of the world's naked malice towards liberal arts.

Many years later, she still remembers Cheng Yujun's shining appearance on the podium, that is, the appearance of success and perseverance and love on the road she has chosen. She is very grateful to her political teacher for giving her the courage to face the world.

*

When Zhou Luo entered the school, it was Zhou Moshan who opened the back door to enter the key class, and she kept holding her breath in her heart, secretly vowing to enter the key class of liberal arts with her own efforts.

So she started her study life in a race against time.

The time at noon is tight, and you can only choose one for dinner and other things. When Zhou Luo finished writing the big question at hand, the cafeteria was closed, so he had to bring a bucket of instant noodles from the supermarket and take it back to the dormitory to eat.

The corridors of the dormitory were wet with water, and there were several people squatting at the door of each dormitory washing their hair or washing clothes, and she almost fell on the way back to the dormitory.

With instant noodles in hand, she quickly walked through the hallway, and finally reached the door of the dormitory, opening it carefully.

"Ahhh Meng Xiangting wailed while wiping her dripping hair.

Zhou Luo handed over the noodles and asked, "You haven't eaten yet?" ”

Meng Xiangting pulled the instant noodles and said vaguely: "The time is so tight at noon, if I go to dinner, I will definitely not be able to wash my hair." ”

When she finally swallowed the food in her mouth, she added: "I thought about it, it was uncomfortable to eat without washing my hair for a long time, and I only had to be hungry for one noon without washing my hair and not eating, so I decisively chose to wash my hair." ”

"Well, you're so wise."

"I think too, hahahahahaha"

Meng Xiangting returned the noodles to her, Zhou Luo began to eat the noodles in a big gulp, looked at the time, and was about to take a lunch break.

The dormitory manager's loud voice can be heard even from two floors away, "Go to bed, hurry up and go to bed, let me catch someone who is still underground, and I'll report it to your homeroom teacher!" ”

Someone in the corridor muttered quietly, "Isn't there five minutes left, this old witch is really like this every time!" ”

"Shut up! After lunch break, open the dormitory door for me, don't think about doing anything else in bed! ”

I don't know which dormitories vented their grievances on the poor wooden door, and the sound of "clanging" slammed the door in the corridor one after another.

Zhou Luo hurried to drink the last mouthful of soup, climbed into bed with lightning speed, closed his eyes, and brewed sleep.

After about ten minutes, a shrill scolding sound came from the corridor, pulling Zhou Luo back from his dream.