Sang You went to the toilet after the second class the next day, and when she came back, she saw Zhou Yan standing at the door of Class 7, she quietly walked over, patted his left shoulder, and quickly ran to the right.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan turned his head directly to the right, so he was caught.

“……”

"What's wrong?" Sang Yougan laughed, and when he saw the love letter in his hand, his eyes were stunned, and he was full of thoughts for a while.

Is this a love letter?

For her?

Why give it to her?

Zhou Yan wants to give her a love letter...... There is an indescribable weirdness in this cognition, and Sang You can't think of a reasonable explanation at all, so his expression is dull and stunned.

Zhou Yan took the envelope and shook it in front of her eyes: "Your love letter." ”

"Huh?"

"Someone else wrote it to you."

"Oh." Sang You took it, reacted slowly and half a beat, and asked, "How do you know it's mine?" ”

"I saw it, and after reading it, I found out that it was yours." Zhou Yan said, "I'm sorry to accidentally violate your privacy." ”

It turned out that Zhou Yan would read every love letter, Sang You was sour and glad at the same time, glad that she was not stupid, originally she planned to write one by herself and mix it into the pile of love letters.

There are two reasons for this audacious idea.

The first is that Zhou Yan may not necessarily watch it, listening to Jian Licheng's statement that Zhou Yan has every opportunity, how can he have time to criticize and fold? The trash can is where those love letters come in.

The second is that as long as he doesn't sign it, Zhou Yan won't know.

Originally, he had a good calculation, but then he was timid in his heart and gave up. So Sang You was a little weak-hearted, and said continuously: "Don't invade, don't invade." ”

Without waiting for Zhou Yan to answer, Sang You suddenly asked again: "I have a math problem here, I can't figure it out, can I ask you?" ”

Seeing Zhou Yan nodding, she rushed back to the classroom, threw the love letter in her hand casually, hurriedly flipped out the paper and rushed out again.

"I didn't understand the question." Sang You moved the scroll over and handed over a pen, with a gesture of listening attentively.

Zhou Yan took the pen and looked at the scroll.

A conic curve question, the knowledge category of the second year of high school, the difficulty is medium to high, the question is a bit winding, Zhou Yan circled the dots and outlined, and asked: "When doing the conic curve question, what is your general idea?" ”

"The first question is generally analytical, which is relatively simple. The second question is, Veda just runs? ”

Anyway, the second question of the conic curve, regardless of whether it is, directly the two formulas are combined, and the relationship between unknown variables is calculated by Veda's theorem, and then there is generally no then, the next question.

Zhou Yan: "One point." ”

Sang You put his finger against the tip of his nose: "It's better than nothing, right?" ”

Zhou Yan just finished writing the answer ideas, and after stopping writing, he said: "Don't look at it first, think about the thinking after Veda theorem, try to write, it doesn't matter if the idea is deviated, long experience." ”

"Okay senior!" Sang You replied solemnly, but he didn't salute.

"So much play?"

Sang You smirked, and was about to return to class with the papers, only to find that there were so many people watching in the corridor, mostly girls, leaning against the fence of the verandah, glancing at him with a casual look, mixed with whispers. In addition to the first year of high school, there are also people who poke their heads out of the third year of high school not far away.

There is no doubt that this attention gift is for Zhou Yan.

Sang You's face was expressionless: "It's over." ”

"Huh?"

"I feel like I'm going to have to double the love letters I'm going to hand over in the future."

"Leave it alone, throw it away."

"Then didn't I cut off all your peach blossoms by myself? Don't rely on me if you're single in the future. ”

Zhou Yan: "No. ”

Sang You smiled: "Okay, then bye senior." ”

The class bell was about to ring, she went back to the classroom, and just a few seconds after she sat down, she was dragged up by Ning Yan: "Let's go, physical education class." ”

The physical education class of No. 1 Middle School is divided into three classes, basketball, badminton, and volleyball, and students are free to choose one of the three, but the number of students will be adjusted later when the number is seriously uneven. In his previous life, Sang You was in the basketball class and volunteered to go, because Zhou Yan likes to play basketball, people will always make some changes because of the people they like, and they may feel stupid later, but they will not regret it, at least Sang You has never regretted it.

With his feelings for basketball in his previous life, Sang You still chose basketball this time.

There is a serious imbalance in the ratio of men and women in basketball classes, with only eight girls in three classes attending together, and an average of less than three in each class. The PE teacher is a kind and humorous person, and the requirements are not strict, so the PE class is quite relaxed.

There are two girls in class seven, one is Sang You, and the other is Ning Yan.

After the warm-up exercise, the teacher asked everyone to dribble over the obstacles, and each person went back and forth three times.

Men and women are mixed together, Sang You didn't dare to go over holding the ball, because the boys are generally taller than 175, not to mention the height, the main thing is that they will become excited and excited as soon as they touch the ball, and their movements are fast and arrogant.

In less than two minutes into the start, several people had already bumped into each other.

In this group of people, Sang You is especially afraid of two people, one is Hongjia, who has a net height of 1.9 meters, and there is a tall, tall and strong boy in another class.

Inexplicably, she thought of what the little brother said, 'the parabola with the opening downward'.

This is the trajectory of the basketball when shooting, and this will also be the trajectory of her flight after the collision......

So Sang You didn't dare to move, didn't dare to move at all.

She didn't go over until the boy was basically done. It's a shame to say that although she studied basketball for three years in her last life, and finally took the basketball exam in the sports college entrance examination, she has done a lot of fishing and paddling in the past three years, and she hasn't touched it much since she went to college, so she doesn't play basketball well, and she can only say that she has a bit of a foundation.

After dribbling, the physical education teacher took a form and said: "This year's autumn sports meeting has been postponed a little due to the impact of the epidemic, not too much, only two weeks, and the time is almost up, mid to late October." The sports group is preparing, and the sports committees of each class will report the names of the athletes in each event as soon as possible. ”

Sang You also listened, sports competitions have never had much to do with her. She has average indicators, there are no projects that are good, and she usually runs eight hundred to be pale, her eyes are full of stars, and her legs are trembling. Growing up, she didn't play much sports.

There are only two impressions in my mind.

Once I participated in a fun sports meeting in elementary school, stepped on stilts, and fell into the mud.

Another time was during the junior year of high school in my last life, about the brain was pumped, and I felt that youth was passing by in a flash, and I had to have a sense of participation no matter how to find it, so on a whim, I reported a 100-meter sprint, thinking that it would probably be embarrassing, not a minute for 100 meters, and the time for embarrassment was shorter. Later, I never thought that it would be so embarrassing, and the 100-meter sprint, there is no doubt that it needs to have strong explosiveness and sprint speed. In that competition, they were basically sports students, and Sang You was directly crushed to the explosion, and after crossing the finish line with his little short legs, he rushed directly into the crowd, eager to bury himself.

After two experiences and bloody lessons, Sang You recognized that he had no talent.

So this time, she didn't think about it at all and ignored it directly.

On Saturday night, the class group sent out the registration form, Sang You clicked on it and took a look at it and quit decisively, and as soon as he closed the computer, he heard three knocks on the door.

Looking back, Sang Luo leaned against the door: "Mom and Dad are looking for it." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Just go and find out."

In the living room, the TV is not on, and Sang's father and mother are sitting in danger, once it is in this state, it means that this is a long-term conversation. Perhaps it is affected by work, Sang's father and mother have the habit of holding meetings, and if there is any major event at home, they will hold a meeting, which is quite serious. In order to neutralize the seriousness, Sang You once gave this kind of meeting a name - Family Tea Party.

Later, the group name of the family was also called this.

After Sang You sat down, she asked directly, "Mom, Dad, what happened to Sang Luo again?" ”

“？”

Sang Luo didn't know what expression to show: "Why don't you reflect on what you have done?" ”

Sang You was extremely bright: "I didn't do anything." ”

Sang Luo sneered: "Really? ”

Sang You was about to reply, when he heard Sang Dad speak: "Youyou, let's ask you something." ”

“？”

Did she really do something? Caught with a mobile phone? Impossible, right...... Sang You was a little apprehensive for a while: "You ask." ”

"Last time, your homeroom teacher called us and said that a boy in the class deliberately used a fake snake to scare you."

Sang You thought about it for a while: "That boy put the fake snake in my drawer, but it's not a big deal, the boy was punished for writing a review, 1,500 words." ”

Sang's mother asked again: "Last time I took the monthly exam, you took the first class, and the classmates spread rumors about you plagiarism, right?" ”

How do you know?

What did the head teacher say?

How does the head teacher know?

Sang You was a little puzzled, but still nodded: "It's one thing, but it's not a big deal, anyway, I didn't plagiarize, whatever they say." ”

Sang Ma became very serious: "Did all your classmates bully you?" ”

“？”

Sang You: "No, I don't. ”

She is busy catching up with her studies, and the focus of her daily life is only two words, four words.

One is learning.

The second is Zhou Yan.

So in addition to her roommates and tablemates who played well, she didn't communicate much with the other classmates in the class, and she couldn't even say the names of some people, and she didn't pay attention to those small fights at all.

Sang Dad sighed: "You have changed a lot, you used to not pay much attention to learning, but now whenever you have time, you are studying, studying hard." I'm still speculating with your mother that you keep mentioning skipping grades, because you don't have a good time in this class and don't like this class. ”

“？”

Sang You was shocked, shocked by her parents' logical self-consistency, but she seemed to see the hope of skipping a grade. She was stunned for a while, and stammered: "I, I'm okay, I am, that's it, I want to skip a grade, I know my current level is not enough, but I'm working hard." ”

Sang Ma: "Actually, you don't have to skip a grade, you can also change shifts." ”

“……”

Sang Luo listened for a while: "Changing shifts is indeed easier than skipping grades. As soon as the words fell, he received a death stare from his own sister.

“……”

So he was about to put down his legs slowly: "Otherwise, let's skip a grade, jump to the third year of high school, one more awesome thing, you can repeat if you can't pass the exam." ”

Sang Dad: "Wait a hundred times and give it to me." ”

The Sang family has family rules, one of which is that it is forbidden to use vulgar language, in short, no swearing.

Sanglu: "......"

Hitting a wall everywhere, Sang Luo leaned on the pillow with an expressionless face, swearing to be a dumb person.