As the end of the semester approached, even the air became tense.

The school leaders resolutely sacrificed their time in order to let everyone study well.

"The school leaders are walking around the corridor during class, don't sleep in class, and don't make small movements. Listen carefully to this lesson. "On that day, every teacher had to mention that before class.

However, there is a lack of sleep in spring and autumn, and a nap in summer, and hibernation in winter. Who can not be sleepy all year round.

It was a drowsy Chinese class, and seeing everyone drowsy, the Chinese teacher made a big move to find someone to read the text aloud.

In the fierce competition of everyone, the squad leader came out on top. The squad leader, speaking Mandarin, always has a bit of a dialect flavor. In the words of a classmate in the class, listening to him is like listening to the old village chief in the past. However, the squad leader is enthusiastic about the group and likes to speak in class.

When he read the text aloud with feeling, most of the students in the class smiled politely. However, there are always people who don't go off the beaten path.

Xie Zhiming, who was sitting at the window, turned around, leaned his back against the wall, held a language book in his hand, and smiled like a rooster crowing, and his voice was very loud.

If nothing else, there will be an accident at this point. The head of year's gloomy face appeared on the window behind him. One can imagine a drowsy afternoon, a classroom with the lights turned on but the curtains closed, a simple teenager and an unknown "danger". The sense of atmosphere is directly full.

Someone saw the head of the year group and poked the person next to him, and the hand under the desk secretly pointed to the window. Most of the students in the class stopped laughing when they saw this, but Xiao Xie turned his back to the window and didn't know anything.

From Zhao Xingchi's point of view, the grade leader opened the window with a cold face, and then slapped Xie Zhiming on the head, which frightened the child, and quickly turned back and sat up straight.

Regular process, asking about the situation, criticism and education. Then the head of year left.

Gently he went, just as he came gently; He waved his sleeves and took away Xiao Xie's smile.

The class still had to go on, and the teacher tried to stop everyone from laughing.

Just as the lesson was going on for another ten minutes, another strange and familiar face appeared at the window.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one was asleep.

The school leader pointed to it, and everyone was looking for the unlucky guy.

So who is the little unlucky guy this time? It turned out to be Han Xiang. Han Xiang's eyes were a little small, squinting a slit, looking like she was asleep.

The misunderstanding was clarified, he was gone, he was gone, he was finally gone.

The bell rang on time, and the noise gathered around the person in the spotlight just now.

"Cannon, surprise, isn't it? Let's see if you dare to make a second in Chinese class next time. "The boys have always had a good relationship, they like to joke around with each other.

"You just laughed, and he didn't even say anything about you." Xiao Xie looked depressed.

"I don't laugh as loud as you do." Someone retorted.

The shift leader on duty was very dedicated, and although Xie Zhiming tried his best to stop it, he still wrote in bright yellow chalk on the bulletin column of the blackboard at the back, "Xie Zhiming laughed at his classmates in class."

Zhao Xingchi's focus is not here, she and Shen Weiwei, who has strong gossip business skills, sit together.

"Why was Xie Zhiming called a cannon?"

"That's what you say. In fact, his nickname before was not a cannon, but a big fat. It was given by his junior high school classmates, but everyone shouted and turned into a cannon. "The almighty Shen Weiwei really knows everything.

"I see. But Han Xiang is so miserable. ”

"I think so, too, I'm going to die laughing there."

Shen Weiwei and Zhao Xingchi looked at each other and smiled, today's gossip exchange between classes has officially ended.

During the evening self-study, Zhao Xingchi was ready to write his homework. Pick and choose, and finally choose to back up on politics.

She pulled out an exercise book and flipped to the latest page. While looking at the knowledge points in the political book, I wrote the key words on the paper. After reading it a few times, she closed the book, watched the key words recite it, and then closed the book, and she could recite it directly. It's a good way to go.

After reciting more than half of it, Zhao Xingchi's ears suddenly heard a burst of singing.

"If you had to do it all over again, would you love me......"

Her gaze turned left and right, and she found the source. Jiang Yu was writing his homework while singing in a low voice very intoxicated.

Zhao Xingchi looked up at the clock above the blackboard, but it was facing Qiao Yang's face. It seems that everyone around has heard Jiang Yu's singing.

They looked at each other and smiled, but did not speak.

Zhao Xingchi continued to memorize political knowledge points, but at this time, all she had left in her mind was "If you were to do it all over again, would you love me?" Love makes people happy, but it can also bring torture. ”

No way, Jiang Yu only remembered these two lyrics. Zhao Xingchi has always liked the single song cycle mode, but he didn't expect to enjoy the joy of single sentence cycle during class.

The magic sound is pervasive, and this politics can't be recited. Zhao Xingchi took out his physics homework, then attacked, and then took a big mouth from physics.

After class, Zhao Xingchi and Qiao Yang said, "Qiaoqiao, I kept looping a lyric in my head when I was in class......

"If you were asked to do it all over again, would you love me......" Qiao Yang began to chant directly.

"Love makes people happy, but it also brings torture...... Jiang Yu heard it and hurriedly picked it up.

"You two go on, don't stop." Zhao Xingchi smiled and spoke.

"That's it, I haven't remembered the other words." Jiang Yu said awkwardly.

"Is this your excuse to break up?" The squad leader sang proudly beside him and added a sentence. He sang confidently, but he didn't have a word in tune.

"Go on." Jiang Yu said to the squad leader, "No, it's just this sentence." ”

The squad leader maintained his arrogant little expression and glanced at Jiang Yu, showing his contempt for people who couldn't even remember the lyrics.

"You think everyone is you, and you can't even remember the word."

"Then you should sing."

"Look."

The squad leader walked towards the multimedia with confident steps, double-clicked the music software on the desktop, entered the song title, and began to sing along.

Jiang Yu seemed to have swallowed a mouthful of flies, and could only give the squad leader a blank look.

Zhao Xingchi leaned on Qiao Yang's shoulder and laughed with her at the squad leader's snack.

"When Jiang Yu gets married, I'll play this song for him and let him reminisce." Zhao Xingchi said to Qiao Yang.

"If you dare to let it go, Jiang Yu may knock your head off."

"Just kidding. If you don't give it to him, put it for you. ”

"Then you can lose your head now." Qiao Yang issued a warning shot.

"Don't let this go, I'll learn lyrics when the time comes, and I'll write you a song. It's just yours. ”

"Okay." Qiao Yang agreed.

In the second self-study, Jiang Yu sang again. The squad leader couldn't stand it first, and ordered it to stop, Jiang Yu could only shut up aggrievedly.

Later, Zhao Xingchi would think of this lyric, if she did it all over again, would she fall in love with those barren and sad years. The answer is, no ifs.