The reason why the competition with Beichuan Middle School was advanced is probably related to our own work: midterm exams. For some reason, this year's exams were held several days earlier than usual. October 31st is Monday, school review. Chinese and Mathematics on the 1st, English and Biogeography on the 2nd, and Political History on the 3rd, were held in the afternoon and on Friday the 4th according to a temporary schedule to facilitate the presentation of the test papers, and club classes were also suspended.

On the 5th, we will face the visiting Beichuan Middle School at home. I really can't figure out how this schedule is arranged, maybe I want to give us a little more time to revise before the exam, and then have a chance to relax after the exam. However, the official match is not relaxed at all, especially against a team like Kitagawa. This is undoubtedly an additional test.

Don't think too much about it, do what you want to do as a student first. In the last club class before the exam, the coach asked us to review and prepare for the exam, and specially instructed that if there are geography questions that we don't know, we can go to the office of the second junior high school to find her. We didn't have a lot of confrontation training in this class, just a little jogging and lap grabbing to avoid injury.

The junior high school exam is still not very similar to the primary school, with separate examination rooms, and each separately opened desk has a name and candidate number, which is as formal as a ball game. I was assigned to the 14th examination room, which is the classroom of Class 14 of the first year of junior high school. Miller was in Class 1, three stories away from me. A list of students who took the exam in this examination room was posted on the door of each classroom, and Tao Tao and Ming Ming were also in class 14. When I walked to the examination room, the students of Class 14 did not come out completely, and some were still packing up their things in their seats.

"Keko, your seat is here." I heard someone greet me, and when I looked up, I saw that it was Yan Xi, "You sit in my seat, come on." With that, he quickly picked up the packed school bag, said come on, and went out with a boy who was waiting for him next to him. The boy smiled at me kindly when he saw me coming, and I nodded slightly in response, though so small that I wondered if I had moved. I've never seen him, he's about the same height as Yan Xi, his bangs hang down in unison, he is simple and cute, he should be a good classmate. I kind of want to get to know him, but to be honest, Yan Xi and I don't know each other. I don't know when it seems like it's hard for me to approach people on my own initiative. Maybe I'm not naturally so easy to get close to. He has a bad temper and is eccentric, and from time to time he fries up, and more often he wants to be alone, and he wants to hide himself.

How did I tell Millet that day that I wanted to be his friend? Was it an excuse that the eavesdropping was discovered, so it was forced to find? Or is he crying so hard that I want to comfort him? Maybe I've admired him since he came to school with so many things on his back. Hearing him cry alone that day, I felt even more that there were certain similarities between us and that we might become good friends. I guess that's how it should be. I'm not sure.

There is no doubt that Millet has now entered my life and become my best friend. I can't live without him. I think for him, I'm a part of his life, and at least he actually wrote two midterm exam goal stickers, one of which was posted on my bedside.

It's warm to enter each other's lives, but in addition to the joy of friendship and companionship, be prepared to accept the dangers that come with it. Once people get too close to each other, they will inevitably usher in the pain of separation. After graduating from elementary school, we all know that one day we will go our separate ways and become alumni who only see once or twice a year at most. That's why Miller wanted me to be admitted to the high school of the first high school with him. In this way, the fate can be renewed for at least another three years. If we're lucky, we'll go to the same university and be classmates for four more years. But in any case, there will be a day of farewell. Nothing lasts long, although everyone wants to have friends by their side. Miller and I are friends rather than relatives. In the end, those who can still be by their side can only be those who cannot be chosen by blood.

It doesn't even have to end like that. In the past two years, I feel that my childhood memories have been shattered, and I can't remember many things. The person closest to me withdrew from my life, and I felt more and more that even the earth was no longer so solid. Life may burst apart one night, and my fingers can't touch the soul that is far away.

So I'm still suitable to be somewhere between a friend and an acquaintance. People can suddenly think of me, but they won't see me as a completely trusted confidant. It won't be too sad to be separated in this way, and maybe you can leave one or two things behind when you reminisce, which makes people miss a little.

After all, someone like me may not deserve any friends. I've hurt my loved ones for a whole round. Millet, I gave him something I could give effortlessly when he needed it most, and he mistook me for what a nice person I was. Actually, he has been taking care of me, and I have always bullied him......

"Ke Ke, will you do this question?" I'm in a daze again. Zhang Taotao walked up to me with his supplementary workbook and interrupted me by bending over. Someone would ask me a question? In my impression, the most common question asked by classmates is Ye Ruiyang. He has good grades, is especially good at mathematics, and is very patient in explaining things, both boys and girls will ask him. I was flattered by Taotao's actions, and I was lucky that the question was not difficult.

What surprised me even more was that he had always been taciturn and talked less than I did. Now he actually took the initiative to ask me, did he trust me very much? Or do you think I'm like a top student? The one sitting next to him is obviously a top student. He has a lot to envy, he is tall, has good grades, is in good health, has a good family condition, reasonable parents, a warm childhood, a kind character, and there may be a big golden retriever at home who is as docile as him. He is very accommodating and seems to be able to be friends with anyone. The conditions he has give him that confidence, and the one who can finally really come into his life will be very happy.

I just can't. It's not something that adults can do by saying to me, "You have to be confident, be brave." I really wasn't confident enough, and I wasn't brave enough. But if things are so simple, people can say that they are confident, and they are brave if they want to be brave, then I am definitely willing to be a child who can care about and love others.

The bell rang. The teacher walked into the classroom carrying a stack of test papers. What was I just doing? Last night, I promised Mi Le that I would review well before the exam, and I didn't do anything after entering the exam room, except to tell Taotao that it was "dazed" instead of "busy", and it was "painstaking" instead of "painstaking".

Time will still go when I stand still. It's timely to understand this before the exam, and you can't get distracted anymore.

There is not much for me to remember about a serious topic and a serious question for three days. Maybe years later, I will completely forget what I did in these few days, they are just ordinary days in the distant life of the first year of junior high school, and after I have lived there, they will become numbers on the calendar, evaporating like countless times in elementary school that I can't remember. Whether I take it seriously or whatever, they will pass and be forgotten.

After taking the political history exam, I went to the back of the classroom to retrieve my schoolbag and sat on Yan Xi's desk to collect stationery. The girl sitting next to me spoke up, and I looked around to make sure she was talking to me.

"You're always looking dumbfounded." She was holding her bag, a little familiar, where we might have met, I don't know.

"You didn't come to the event of the Literature Club last week."

"I'm training at the football club."

"I know, you're the goalkeeper for the varsity team."

I looked away. I don't want anyone to see me talking to a girl. Maybe I'm too afraid that it will be considered "too close to men and women". Since elementary school, teachers have been constantly talking about the serious dangers of this kind of behavior. Once, my sister and I were playing together after school and were questioned and questioned by the dean. She's the only girl I can talk to.

"What? Don't you know me? I'm Mei Mei, you've seen me. ”

"No, I know you. You...... What class are you from? I really don't remember very well, but while I knew her for sure, I sneaked a glance at the name and student number posted on the corner of the desk. Apparently sensing my intentions, she put her slender fingers over it and tore it off.

"It doesn't matter which class it is. If you can't remember, you can't remember, and it's not good to deceive people. ”

"How do you know?"

"Your eyes. It told me that you want to escape. Maybe the next time we meet, you don't want to run away, then you can talk. Here you go. She pulled a piece of paper out of her bag, handed it to me, and turned to walk out of the classroom.

It's a note from last week's Literary Club event. It was my sister who made the classic recommendation, and she introduced two books at once, "Red and Black" and "Old Man Gao", both written by French. I walked and watched until Miller grabbed me and asked me what I was doing. He also seized that note.

"No wonder your sister's Chinese grades are so good. I've only heard of these two books, and she's read them all. Miller borrowed the piece of paper and said he would study it. I said not necessarily, the last time I taught "Don Quixote", the classmate obviously copied it on the Internet, how many people can read nearly a thousand pages of the book in junior high school? Miller said that it is really possible, for example, there is a student in class 14 who is more powerful in Chinese, and only 2 points were deducted for all the questions except the composition in this exam, and the mistake is the "summarizing the author's central idea" in reading comprehension, and the answer is not on the point at all. He asked me if my classmates who spoke Don Quixote were men or women, and I said that they were girls, and he shook his head, not alone.

It seems that the language score has come out, and Miller is the best at finding out these news, what scores, rankings, highest scores, average scores, can speak in an orderly manner, just like a data analyst in the sports world. You give him the grades, and he can immediately tell you where you are in the whole school for each subject, and then give a set of study suggestions. Of course, he easily refused to give people an analysis, and so far he has only done it to me and Ye Ruiyang.

Miller knows all about the results. If you are looking for someone in No. 1 Middle School, just ask Brother Chuan. Ye Ruiyang is the Emperor of the Ball, and his knowledge is also very rich, although a lot of his knowledge is a bit strange. Obviously, it is obviously influenced by my parents, so ask him if he is uncomfortable, and he can immediately tell you what medicine you need to take. Taotao, I have eaten the finger cakes he made, and they are almost the same as her mother's. A few of my friends seem to have a lot of skills. Look at the teammates again, Huang Minxue is the best guitarist in the school, Mu Dan is a star, Yan Xi's skills are not lost to him, and he is still in the experimental class...... I don't seem to have any special skills at all.

"Hey, Ke Ke, you scored 90 points in the Chinese test. I heard that there is only one of us in our class with a score of 90 or more, and you must be the first. "When I entered the classroom, the Chinese test papers were all handed out, and Ye Ruiyang found my papers on the seat where I pulled them back. I glanced at the score and put it in the belly of the table.

Isn't that a great thing? If a student is good at math or English, he will definitely be regarded as a top student by a bunch of people. If the language is good, then it is only the language is good, and this subject is far less than the other two main courses in the exam. I remember Ye Ruiyang said that the difference between people and people in mathematics may be greater than the difference between people and dogs.

Since I was a child, many people have told me that Chinese is the most useless subject, except for being used for exams. Do you use writing skills when you speak? Do you listen to someone to summarize their central idea? Maybe they are right, after all, we spend the least amount of time doing Chinese homework every day, at most 20 minutes, and it seems that Mr. Huang is embarrassed to assign too much homework.

Perhaps language can convey a spirit and cultivate people's hearts. But this is not what works for everyone. I believe that the more books such a person reads, the more cultivated and gentle he will become, and he will be gentle to all the people in this world, because the world is gentle to him.

What about me? Maybe I was pampered and pampered in my childhood, but everything changed two years ago, and I couldn't do anything but stand still and dream. No one's work or story (although I haven't read many books) can help me "get out" and be a "healthy person" and not be "negative all day" (although no one says that about me anymore). "Who has not died in life since ancient times", I will memorize it since I was a child. But when death spreads its black wings, I can't hold anything. The blood printed in lead doesn't help me. A piece of paper and a few illegible lines of words can last for hundreds of years, longer than the lives of the person who wrote it and read it combined. Human life is too degraded.

But why am I so happy in the literary club? I don't know. And this score is also beneficial, it confirms that Mr. Huang will not arrest me for coffee.