The homeroom teacher talks about mathematics on the podium.

At the beginning of the school year, everyone was very energetic and listened very carefully.

He was talking about vectors, and the more he talked, the more excited he became. If you are excited, let everyone practice a question and see the effect of your own speech.

Zhao Xingchi quickly finished the calculation, and she stole a glance at her new tablemate.

He was skinny, didn't like to talk much, and had the word "dragon" in his name.

His friends called him "Da Long" every day, and Zhao Xingchi followed the trend and also called him "Da Long".

"Don't look at me, look at the question." He whispered. A sneak peek was discovered.

Zhao Xingchi compared the answer with him. Well, the answer is the same.

Two minutes passed, and the homeroom teacher asked for the answer in the class.

He doesn't like to ask questions individually, preferring to have everyone say the answer together. This is used to judge the efficiency of the class. Zhao Xingchi likes this way of lecturing.

The class teacher writes the process on the whiteboard. The blue whiteboard pen is scratched across the smooth whiteboard, and there is sometimes a grinding sound.

The lesson went smoothly, and in the middle of the lecture, the head teacher, Mr. Zhang, looked at his board with satisfaction and said, "Vectors are very powerful. ”

At the end, he just spoke, "Vector ......"

"It's very powerful." Everyone made up the second half of the sentence for him.

The head teacher silently swallowed back the second half of his sentence. Everyone laughed tacitly, and he smiled.

"Vectors are very convenient."

Sure enough, the class teacher's on-the-spot performance was unmatched.

The bell rang in time for the end of class, and Zhao Xing hurriedly ran downstairs.

Zhou Siyue walked to Qiao Yang's seat, and she asked her own question, "What did Ah Chi do?" ”

"Definitely went to the toilet." Qiao Yang is very determined. With what she knew about her friend, she thought she must have guessed correctly.

Zhao Xing came back less than five minutes late.

She looked at Qiao Yang and said mysteriously, "Guess what I just heard when I went downstairs?" ”

Qiao Yang said very cooperatively, I don't know.

"We will have a science and technology culture and art festival in May, are you happy?" Qiao Yangkai didn't know if he was happy, Zhao Xingchi was already so excited that he was about to fly.

"And there's more, and then there's the sports day."

Qiao Yang glanced at her helplessly before he spoke, "These are all held after the first monthly exam, you might as well review first." ”

"Oh, what do you do with so much." Zhao Xingchi glanced at Qiao Yang, and there was a hint of complaint, "Also, the corners of your mouth are almost to the root of your ears." ”

"Hmph."

……

Zhao Xingchi feels that what people are looking forward to is never the party, but the process of waiting for the party to arrive.

Starting with the selected program, through rehearsals, to performances. It takes about a month, and during this month, their anticipation is like a balloon, slowly inflated, and then by the end of the party, the balloon will explode, leaving a few pieces behind.

Just like looking forward to Children's Day in elementary school, children can spend a long time rehearsing the show. As long as you tell the teacher that you are preparing for June 1st, the usually strict math teacher will also give up the physical education class, and the happiness at that moment is like sparkling water in summer, which explodes a season.

What about the show? It's a festival for the children themselves, but they have to perform for the adults. Listen to others judge your efforts. Acquaintances boast about each other's children, saying which child in the class is not good at learning and which child is very good.

Of course, Zhao Xingchi's evaluation of these comes from his performance on Children's Day in elementary school. After all, she was still a child at the time, and it was normal for her to not remember where to stand.

"Actually, when I was a child, I always ran to the wrong place on June 1st, I couldn't help it, I was born with uncoordinated limbs." Zhou Siyue gently comforted Zhao Xingchi.

She really looks like a cute little mushroom, Zhao Xing couldn't hold back for a long time, and began to ravage Xiao Zhou's head again.

Of course, the party when she grows up has nothing to do with Zhao Xingchi, there is no way, her talent column has always been empty.

In the afternoon, when the last evening self-study session, many people were not there.

Zhao Xingchi's table mate went to rehearse an English drama, and Zhou Siyue sat at her table.

Zhao Xingchi suddenly remembered Zhou Xingyu, her former tablemate.

He had signed up for the school studio, and he would go to the studio for this self-study class.

Zhao Xingchi once asked him what he had learned in the studio.

He smiled mysteriously and said that he had learned to sharpen a pencil. There are a lot of girls in the studio, but there are few boys. Zhou Xingyu, as a standard warm man, shines in the studio and helps others sharpen pencils every day.

Zhao Xingchi laughed for a long time when he heard this, but unfortunately, he would not come again.

Zhao Xingchi secretly went to see their rehearsals, to be honest, the performance effect was not particularly good, after all, most of the people in the class spoke Chinese English, and a little more foreign, that is, Chi

glish。 But after all, there are few majors in the school, and everyone's performances are not much different. They were discussing acting problems in the classroom, and Zhao Xingchi thought that she hadn't finished her math yet, so she went back to do her homework first.

"Qiao Yang, will you know this question?"

"No, it won't."

"Okay."

Zhao Xingchi couldn't write the question, so she took a pen and drew circles on the paper.

The self-study was over, a piece of scratch paper was covered with ink, and then it was thrown into the trash without mercy.

……

"What would you like to eat in the afternoon?"

Zhao Xingchi and Qiao Yang had lunch together, and Zhou Siyue had something to do. But Qiao Yang had no money in his rice card, so he could only swipe Zhao Xingchi's card.

"I want to eat the cake on the second floor."

"What are the requirements?"

"No onions, no sauce, no carrots, no shredded kelp, no pots, no shredded potatoes, no chili."

Zhao Xingchi made an OK gesture, and then asked Qiao Yang to occupy a seat.

"Auntie, two cakes, one no chili pepper no sauce, no carrots, no bean skin, no kelp shreds, one no onion no sauce, no carrots, no chili peppers, no kelp shreds, no pots, no shredded potatoes." Zhao Xingchi finished speaking without pausing in one breath, and the aunt was stunned for a while.

"By the way, Auntie, add eggs to both."

The aunt smiled awkwardly and said, "You say it again." ”

Zhao Xingchi quickly finished his request. She heard what seemed to be laughter coming from all around her.

When she was sandwiching Qiao Yang's cakes, the aunt glanced around, then took a pair of chopsticks and potato chips and asked, "Is this just the only thing?" ”

Zhao Xingchi was stunned, "Yes." ”

Qiao Yang nibbled on the cake and was in a good mood. She decided that she would eat this cake for the rest of her life.

Under Zhao Xingchi's exercise, the hand speed of the aunt at this window has reached a higher level.

……

Flipping through the small calendar of a certain classmate on the windowsill, Zhao Xingchi calculated the days, when will the monthly exam be, when will the holiday be.