The quiet time of self-study lasted for about a week, and the Monday of the second week took a turn for the worse.

The second period on Monday morning is Physics.

"When the time is up in two minutes, please ask a student to explain the answer." Physics teachers like to do problems while lecturing, and they also like to ask their classmates to get up and answer.

The physics teacher raised his hand and pointed casually: "You come." ”

Who's coming?

The eyes of the whole class followed the direction pointed by the physics teacher.

The person concerned didn't know at all, he lowered his head slightly and didn't know what he was writing, and he didn't raise his eyes.

Yang Qinning whispered: "Sang You......"

shouted a few times and Sang You didn't respond, Yang Qinning was so nervous that her palms were sweating, as a table mate who usually sat next to her, she knew better than anyone how focused Sang You was.

As soon as the head is lowered, the ears and eyes are closed, and the world is cut off.

As soon as she raised her hand and was about to poke her, the physics teacher had already walked up to her: "Why are you so focused on writing?" ”

No response.

The physics teacher picked up the paper on Sang You's desk and looked down at the timeline of recent history.

I have to say that this is a very complete and neat timeline, with a winding curve recording the major events of the era, starting from the Opium War and writing about the Battle of the Hundred Regiments in 1940, which was forced to be interrupted before the parties could finish writing.

Sang You raised his eyes in a daze.

The physics teacher's face was not good-looking, but he asked plainly: "How many points are in physics in the high school entrance examination?" ”

Sang You stood up and was silent for a long time: "Forgot." ”

She really forgot.

The physics teacher folded the timeline and coldly left a sentence: "Confiscate, don't take an example." ”

Sang You bowed his head: "Okay." ”

The class was silent, and by the time the episode had passed, the bell had already rang.

The second class was a big recess, and it was supposed to be exercises, but for the sake of epidemic prevention and control, this regular arrangement was temporarily interrupted and changed to free activities.

Yang Qinning asked with concern: "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Sang You shook his head.

It's not a big deal to have a historical timeline confiscated, just draw another one.

It's a big deal to upset the physics teacher, so find a time to apologize.

As for being embarrassed in front of the whole class, whatever, it doesn't matter, her face is thicker than the city wall, and she is only as thin as a cicada's wings in front of the people she cares about.

She actually followed the teacher in science classes, but the pace of the class was too slow. On the premise of fully understanding the knowledge points of the class, she will do something more meaningful.

Her time was tight and she couldn't afford to waste it.

"Some people have thousands of admissions, but they just can't admit that they are mediocre, they just like to find another way, and they are very thoughtful people."

A voice came from the back row.

The tone is light, yin and yang.

Sang You's brows furrowed inadvertently.

"If it were me, I would definitely be down-to-earth, not engage in those false things, and fake seriousness will not end well in the end. If you do something else in class and don't say anything else, you don't respect the teacher very much......"

Sang You heard it and was sure that this person was talking about her.

She turned around and met the man's gaze.

The appearance is mediocre and decent, but with that contrived expression, it makes people feel physically and mentally uncomfortable when they look at it.

Sang You asked calmly, "Are you talking about me?" ”

Recess is always the noisiest time period, with long breaks and many things that students can do. Hanging out and gossiping and slapping around is the norm.

Sang You's voice was neither high nor low, and it was no match for the noise in the classroom, but as soon as her words fell, the voice in the classroom slowly went out, and finally fell into silence.

Sang You turned around completely and looked directly at the man: "If you are talking about me, please come and stand in front of me and say." ”

"Am I wrong? Your high school entrance examination results are already ranked in the thousands, if there is not a quota for directional students, can you come to a middle school? Doing something else in class is inherently disrespectful to the teacher......"

"What's the matter with you?"

Sang You's voice was cold, and he repeated again: "What's the matter with you?" ”

"You're so fond of managing people? What's wrong with me lining up in the thousands? You're a lot taller than me? Even if you rank first in the high school entrance examination, you are not qualified to judge me. ”

"What else I do in class is disrespectful to the teacher, and you respect it when you sleep? Next time, wipe the saliva from the corners of your mouth before I say it. ”

The man subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth, and then scolded angrily: "You are sick, I really think you have a few pounds and a few taels ......"

"Neuropathy."

Sang You's three words interrupted her scolding rhythm.

After turning around, Sang You thought about it for a long time, but he didn't remember who this person was, probably because there was no intersection.

was about to ask Yang Qinning what the name of that person was, when she saw Yang Qinning looking at her excitedly.

“？？？”

Yang Qinning: "You finally fought back?!" It's a delight! ”

"What do you mean by finality?"

Yang Qinning: "Qi Yuan talks about you every day, this is the first time you fight back." ”

To be honest, Yang Qinning didn't like Qi Yuan at first sight, and his face was not good. At second glance, I didn't like it even more, I felt that this person's eyes were on the top of his head, and his tongue was longer than his intestines.

She had heard Qi Yuan speak ill of others more than once.

Choreographed good-looking girls, angrily scolded teachers who didn't suit her, and people she couldn't get used to.

I especially like to talk about Sang You, and at first I secretly said it behind my back, but then I saw that Sang You didn't react and said it clearly.

Sang You fainted on the first day of military training, and she said, 'What a pretend!' ’

Sang You was knocked into the infirmary by Hongjia, and she said, "I guess my heart is happy, I don't need military training, it's really comfortable."

Sang You practiced dagger exercises with her injured leg, and she said, "It's set up in Liren, and I'm disabled."

Sang You studied hard every day, she said, 'So serious, so sad, so serious or so little, some people, the brain may not be very good'

……

And so on and so forth.

However, Sang Yu is on the line at three o'clock every day, and the classroom dormitory library. Every time period is busy, and there is less nonsense, let alone listening to other people's nonsense.

After listening to Yang Qinning's speech, Sang You felt that the dormant volcano in his heart was alive, rumbling, and constantly spewing out magma, one by one. She grinded her teeth secretly, feeling that what she had just said was still too cultivated.

Damn it.

Sang You stood up, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a blue and white figure approaching the door of the class, she looked over in a daze, and saw Zhou Yan standing at the door, and after his eyes met-

Poof.

The volcano went out.

Sang You hurriedly ran out and said with a smile: "Senior! ”

Zhou Yan nodded in response, and then said: "I asked the people in the liberal arts class for you about the textbook, but I don't know your needs very well, so I will take you to her later, and you tell her in person." ”

"Okay."

Zhou Yan glanced at his watch, there were twenty-five minutes between classes, and there were eighteen minutes left, so it should be too late.

There are seven classes in the liberal arts, with classes 1 to 4 on the second floor and one floor with the high school. After following Zhou Yan for a while, Sang You realized that Zhou Yan was going to take her to the first class of liberal arts.

There are seventeen classes in science, also known as Qingbei class.

There is a class in liberal arts, also known as the Wensu class.

The two classes at the end of the year concentrate the outstanding talents of the first middle school, and they are all good seedlings that the school focuses on cultivating, and there will definitely be students in these two classes in the top ten of the province of arts and sciences every year.

Sang Youyou did not enter the first class of liberal arts when she was in the third year of high school in her last life, because she was far from strong enough at that time because of the second class of high school.

I don't know what came to mind, Sang You's eyes dimmed.

Since it's going to the first class of liberal arts, will the person you are looking for be......

When he saw the figure standing at the door of the first class from a distance, Sang You's heart sank suddenly, and sure enough, it was her-Senior Sister Lin Qiaoyan.

It is said that memory has a beautifying function, and over time, people tend to deliberately forget or beautify painful experiences, or because they are convinced of everything, they indulge in memory to deceive themselves.

According to Sang You's own understanding, human memory serves people's subjective needs.

She has a bad memory, and she forgets while she lives.

But she has too little intersection with Zhou Yan, so little that she can't use her memory to supplement the details.

When she entered school, Zhou Yan was in her third year of high school.

When she was a sophomore in high school, Zhou Yan graduated.

Since then, she has only seen Zhou Yan once in her high school career.

At the end of August, it is supposed to be the end of summer, and the heat should slowly fade and autumn is just in time. However, in the banquet market, a place where I don't know spring, summer, autumn and winter, only winter and summer, it was still very hot at that time.

In the evening, the sun is thin, the cicadas are faint, and the dryness is uneasy.

Sang You, as a prospective high school junior, is also a prospective high school junior who has just passed a major exam and has poor test scores.

Bother.

Dysphoria.

Staring at the answer sheet, his eyes were glazed, and his hands were so strong that he wanted to break the pen.

I don't know why, in the early third year of high school, she has been in the stage of irritability for a long time, either she doesn't want to learn, she can't learn, or she has a frustration that her ability is far from keeping up with her ambition.

That day, she was about to start evening self-study, and she shook the pen casually, wanting to calm down for a few minutes and practice calligraphy and self-cultivation.

She practiced calligraphy as soon as she was annoyed.

So far, it doesn't seem to have done much good.

The word is still ugly.

People are still annoying.

As soon as I lowered my head, I saw the bad report slip, my eyes were sore, and my tears almost fell.

She subconsciously raised her head to hold back tears, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a person standing by the window. Her position was at the very edge of the first row of the first group, with the door in front and the window to the right.

The window is very high, and usually the head teacher has to tiptoe if he wants to monitor the class through the window, but it is obvious that the person standing at the door is very tall, at least Sang You can see him as soon as he tilts his head.

Kind of familiar.

Sang You felt that her breathing was about to stop, her long-lost heartbeat, and her heartbeat sounded like a drum.

Clearly...... She hadn't seen the man's face yet.

Suddenly, the front door was pushed open, and the head teacher came in and said with a smile: "The students look up and see who is coming." ”

As soon as the words fell, the head teacher turned sideways, and a beautiful girl walked in, with long hair and a shawl, delicate appearance, and gentle temperament.

As soon as he appeared, a few boys in the liberal arts class howled, and many girls were also heckling.

The head teacher said: "The senior sister of the last class used to be in the first class of liberal arts, and now she is studying at Peking University. ”

"Wow!"

A new round of heckling.

The senior sister pursed her lips embarrassedly and smiled: "Hello everyone, I'm Lin Qiaoyan." ”

Sang You felt that she was deaf, and she couldn't hear what she was talking about, even if the senior sister was standing by the door, standing in front of her. Her gaze looked restrainedly in the direction of the window, and then her heart sank.

No one is left......

What was she expecting?

How could Zhou Yan appear here?

Even if the senior sister imparts experience and gives a message, how can there be Zhou Yan?

The full text she selected, the class is also a liberal arts class.

"Huh?" The head teacher suddenly turned around and rushed out of the door and said, "Zhou Yan, what are you doing outside?" Why don't you come in quickly, I finally got someone, and you still want to show up? Don't even think about it! ”

Sang You's whole body was stiff, his brain was directly down, his fingers on the table kept trembling, and the frequency of his heartbeat far exceeded the load.

She sat still, her eyes fixed on the doorway, and she lowered her head in a panic until she saw the figure walk in.

The moment he lowered his head, the warm liquid rolled down and dripped onto his hand, which had nowhere to put it.

She gritted her teeth desperately, but the tears were sliding down one by one.

She......

I want to cry.

Can't help it.