The day before the high school entrance examination.
The sun is still blazing, and the scorching summer heat seems to burn out the last sweat of junior high school career, and it also seems to break through the cocoon of pressure.
"Admittance ticket, 2B pencil, eraser and measuring tool. Remember to bring a computer for the math test. The politics test is open book. Remember to bring your textbook... That's it. After setting up the examination room, you can disperse. ! I hope each of you can give a satisfactory answer to your junior high school career. Also, you don’t have to wear school uniforms during the high school entrance examination. As long as it’s not too outrageous, you can wear whatever you like and whatever makes you feel comfortable... Above, Dismissed!”
Teacher Li, who used to chatter endlessly, seemed very crisp and clear today.
After saying that, he waved his hand, and Teacher Li turned around and left.
It is held every three years, and three years again...
It is obviously so boring, like a cycle, but at this moment of each term, there are still some unsatisfactory things The emotion of giving up.
The worst is always this one.
The best is always the last one.
Maybe this is an educator.
“Okay!” the students responded in unison.
It’s three o’clock in the afternoon.
Under the command of Song Ci, the students arranged the examination room in an orderly manner. In less than an hour, around four o'clock, the arrangement work was completed.
Even the school bell didn’t ring, and the students left the campus with various moods.
Before leaving, Song Ci reminded: "Although they are taking exams in their own schools, many people are in the first and second grade classrooms. It is best to take a look in advance to avoid making mistakes tomorrow. .”
Unlike the college entrance examination, the high school entrance examination here is held in one’s own school, but the invigilators are from other schools.
Some students are in the third grade classroom. If they are lucky, they may even be in their own class; but the vast majority of students go to the first and second grade classrooms. It is best to visit the spots in advance to save money. trouble.
Of course... During the high school entrance examination period, the first and second grades of junior high school are on holiday.
"Yes, I understand, monitor!" the students responded one by one.
Anting picked up the admission ticket and glanced at it. It should be in the first-grade teaching building. Just as he was about to leave, an unnatural and arrogant voice suddenly came from behind him.
It was Li Qi who made the bet with him.
He is a gentle and elegant young man who is not good at doing evil at all, but he still put on a vicious face and said stiffly: "You have the exam tomorrow, so you can work hard! Hahaha..."
Putting down these second words, Li Qi walked away as if he didn't recognize his relatives.
The next second.
Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun came up, looked in the direction of Li Qi, and said disdainfully: "Is there something wrong with that guy's brain? "
Bao Weiwei complained: "It's so embarrassing..."
An Ting showed a mean smile and said: "Let me translate it for you. , what he probably means is - although you are destined to lose the bet, you should work hard for the exam tomorrow! ”
Hmm.
Yes.
Li Qi’s words really need to be interpreted this way.
That guy is not He wanted to kill Anting, but he just didn’t want Anting to be admitted to No. 1 Middle School. Of course, this judgment is also in line with the objective situation and seeks truth from facts.
Zhu Jiajun said naively: "Oh... that guy turned out to be a good person. "
Anting shrugged and said: "Hmm, this is the 21st century, how can there be so many bad guys. ”
Teenagers are very cute, especially today before the development of mobile terminals. In their world, it is all black and white. They always like to ask: Who is the good guy and who is the bad guy.< br />
But in fact.
How come there are so many villains? No one is perfect, no gold is perfect, they are just problem children.
Just when Anting thought he was superior to others, other people in the class were staring at him with contempt - isn't there a bad guy here?
Li Qi is the deputy monitor, The head teacher, Mr. Li, determined that he must be a good person; the person who opposes him is Anting, who is definitely a bad person.
Anting: "."
OK!
Over the years, Anting’s villain image has been deeply rooted in people’s hearts, and the villain turned out to be myself.
…
An Ting, Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun was not in the same examination room, so they had to separate and go to their respective examination rooms. Since tomorrow is the high school entrance examination, I don’t plan to go out to play for the rest of the day, so let’s just say goodbye.
Before leaving, Anting rarely said something long-winded: "Remember to go through the questions I gave you before, especially the composition, and memorize it! ! ! ”
“What a waste! "Gao Fei said disgustedly.
Even Zhu Jiajun complained: "Brother Ting, you have said it many times! we know! "
"Don't call him Brother Ting, call him Uncle Ting! This is what suitsSuitable for his seniority! "Gao Fei's backhand is a super plus.
"Pfft..." Hanhan Fatty couldn't hold himself any longer.
Anting cursed and told the two of them to get out of here...
Hmm... It is undeniable that since his rebirth, Anting has been particularly concerned about the friends around him. This is how people are, once they become interested, they become verbose.
Just like the growth of a teenager, it cannot be achieved overnight. No matter how young you are, you cannot say "I'm back" and your body and mind will perfectly overlap.
He is still a 29-year-old soul now.
I hope that one day, the soul and the body can truly overlap, and truly be young again.
Just when Anting thought of this, it was past four o'clock, and the afternoon sun was no longer fierce. It was a bit warm, and a few wisps of breeze blew from the side, mixed with the fragrance of redbud flowers.
The young man standing in front of the examination room followed the source of the fragrance of the flowers, and a natural side glance happened to meet a person like It is a profile as gentle as a fallen leaf.
Song Ci...
Even on the last day of junior high school, Song Ci’s summer uniform was still as white as ever, except for the collar. A few wrinkles record the past three years. She has the same long ponytail and air bangs as always, with a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks. She stands quietly under the redbud tree, aloof and independent.
Slightly raised First, look at the list on the door.
Look at the glory.
“You are here! "An Ting stretched out his finger, pointed at a certain position on the examination room list, and reminded.
Actually... Anting had noticed the girl in the same examination room as him a few minutes ago.
< br />In the 5×7 examination room, Anting was in the second row and third row, and Song Ci was in the third row and third row. They were just adjacent to each other. Although they were parallel, they seemed to be separated by something.
"Uh...really. "Song Ci's attitude towards Anting has never been friendly, but at this moment, he is a little gentler. After all, it is the last moment.
Following steps.
Because the classroom has already It's blocked, so we can't go in. We can only take a look through the window, confirm the location, and leave on our own.
Since we have met Song Ci here, it is natural for us to go home together.
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“Let’s go home together. "An Ting invited.
"Obviously I am older than you, you are not allowed to pretend to be an adult in front of me! "Song Ci hates being looked down upon, in every sense of the word.
"Let's go, Miss Song Ci. "As he spoke, Anting glanced at Song Ci, who was at the average level among junior high school students.On the upper side, he teased.
Following the young man’s gaze, Song Ci lowered her eyes and looked at her own European style. She couldn’t help but blush, and complained: “It’s...big sister!”
"Don't your conscience hurt!?"
Even Anting is so good-tempered that he can't bear it anymore.
What kind of big sister are you? You are obviously a little sister!
Perhaps it was the last day of junior high school. Song Ci was particularly good at joking today. With a straight face, she patted her chest, snorted lightly and said, "My conscience is still alive and kicking!"
"Speechless."
Anting still implements his own style, with nothing in his hands, just holding a pledge.
There is nothing to review. Just memorize your revolving questions in the past few days and leave the rest to fate.
Wearing a black T-shirt on the upper body, school uniform shorts on the lower body, a pair of sneakers and a black peaked cap, he is 1.73 meters tall and looks like a naughty boy.
And Song Ci is a girl in school uniform and loves white shoes. The only thing that is unusual is that she is carrying a heavy schoolbag...
As she walked, she suddenly felt that it was not heavy anymore.
Turning his head, he saw that it was a young man carrying his schoolbag.
Probably because he was getting to know this girl better and better, before she had the attack, Anting naturally changed the subject and said: "Why are you still carrying such a heavy schoolbag?"
"Also It's not like today. I have been quietly transferring study materials in the past week. Although I won't need them after the high school entrance examination, I still want to take them home just in case." Song Ci plucked the green hair on her side, revealing the jade lotus root. Like ears, replied.
“Oh…”
That’s normal.
Everyone has a different way of dealing with books in junior high school.
Some people will just throw away or leave the books in the classroom, and wait until the graduation day to tear up the books or sell them; others will take them home and keep a souvenir, a youth commemorative booklet.
Anting belongs to the former. His books are left at the door of the classroom and he does not intend to take them home.
Song Ci belongs to the latter. She wants to take them home. For a week, she has brought some books back almost every day, but today there are especially many.
The next second, Anting said casually: "Give me the schoolbag..."
This is a statement, not a question.
It was as if Song Ci had to give him the schoolbag.
However, Song Ci is a soft-spoken person who doesn’t like strong people. She doesn’t like strong people., and doesn’t like to give others false hands, “If you don’t give it, I can carry it back myself...”
Listening to the girl’s stubborn words and looking at the girl’s soaked back, Anting shrugged and stopped talking. , just kept following the other party, always carrying the schoolbag.
Like a shikigami.
"Don't do weird things!"
Well... in the afternoon, at the school gate, on the side of the riverside, there are redbud trees and willow trees scattered among the mottled spots. The redbud tree has no flowers anymore. , but it is lush, and the weeping willows are also fluttering, showing the same swaying frequency as the girl's ponytail.
The scene of Anting carrying Song Ci’s schoolbag fell into the eyes of countless students.
A bit envious.
“Everyone is watching!”
Hearing Song Ci’s complaint, Anting realized that he could not confront someone head-on. After a second thought, he said: “Let me help. Try your best...I don’t plan to take any of my books home. If I really fail in the high school entrance exam, I might have to re-read it and I’ll need your book then.”
This sentence really struck a chord. The heart of Chinese porcelain from the Song Dynasty.
It seems to make some sense.
She loosened the shoulder strap a little, halfway through, and muttered: "It's the same thing all the time. One second I was full of confidence, making bets with people everywhere, and the next second I said I might have to read it again. …”
“I am being steady and prepared!”
While speaking, Anting grabbed the flaw and pulled off the girl’s schoolbag with gentle force. When I came down, I originally wanted to throw it casually and throw it directly on my back, but I underestimated the weight, it was really heavy.
This throw made the center of gravity unstable.
Fortunately, I just stumbled and didn’t fall.
Failed to show off.
"Pfft..." Seeing Anting's failure to be cool, Song Ci didn't hold back.
Old Anting blushed and said: "Really, carrying such a heavy bag...cough cough cough."
This bag is actually not bad for him, mainly It was an unexpected death, and it was much heavier than expected.
“I can afford it!” the girl said arrogantly.
Song Ci does carry many invisible things on his shoulders.
This level of burden is nothing at all.
Tomorrow is the high school entrance examination. Anting doesn’t want to argue with Song Ci at this juncture. He is afraid of affecting this person’s mentality. He just moves forward silently. When he reaches the intersection by the river, he sees a pushcart selling sugar cane. .
Fresh sugar cane!
"No..."
It's not that Song Ci doesn't like eating sugar cane, it's mainly that he doesn't like eating while walking, especially chewing. Sugar cane or something like that, you have to spit it out after eating it, which ruins your image.
Song Ci’s mother was a native of a small town, but her deceased father was from a first-tier city. She moved back to the small town in the second half of her elementary school years, so she felt a little out of place.
Whether in the past life or in this life, Anting likes to eat sugar cane.
It’s a pity that my teeth got worse and worse in my last life, so I simply stopped eating.
Of course... I just like to eat sugar cane and enjoy the process of biting it. I am not very interested in the sugar cane juice that has been squeezed out.
“Then wait for me, I’ll buy one!”
“One?”
“Well, it’s impossible for the boss to Sell me a section, pack it up, and bring it to Dad and Aunt Song."
"Okay."
Then.
Anting bought a piece of sugar cane and asked the boss to peel it, then chop it into smaller sections and pack it away.
Leaving Hepan Road, it is still ten minutes away from Bauhinia Street. Anting gnaws sugar cane while walking. The infrastructure of the town these days is average. There are not so many trash cans on the street. Can vomit on the ground.
Song Ci said contemptuously: "Don't be like this..."
"Just once, let me go."
Discourage to no avail. , Song Ci could only give up.
As they walked, Anting asked curiously: "Ah Ci, I never asked you, what fruit do you like to eat?"
On the one hand, he changed the subject. On the other hand, I really don’t know this girl well enough. After all, we are all part of the same family. It’s not a bad thing to get to know her better. It’s just for small talk anyway.
“Why are you asking me this?”
“If I insist, I want to know you more deeply.”
Song Ci walks He looked very well-behaved and calm, and said calmly: "Except for the ones with a particularly strong smell, there are basically no fruits that I hate. I must say my favorite, and that should be strawberries."
Strawberries ?
Where is the unexpected girl...