What many students look forward to and feel relaxed about is the first class of each subject at the beginning of each semester.

Generally, teachers will talk about plans for the new semester and words to motivate students. At this time, students sitting in the audience are particularly comfortable, as if they are listening to the teacher telling a story.

Not to mention the first class of the first semester after enrollment. There are nine classes a day, except for the last two self-study classes. All subject teachers who come to class, without exception, emphasize the importance of studying throughout high school.

These are all old-fashioned things, but freshmen always look forward to high school life and have a strong desire to get into college.

Most of the students in the classroom were listening to the teacher with their backs straight, with endless longing on their faces and the light in their eyes like the stars in the universe.

Liang Qiyun was listening attentively in the morning, but felt a little tired in the afternoon, so she simply relaxed and leaned back in the chair, with her slender hands resting on the desk. She seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact she was in a daze.

There are nine classes a day in L Middle School, five in the morning and four in the afternoon. The last two are usually self-study classes, leaving students to arrange their study tasks freely, and are sometimes used for exams.

The second period on Monday afternoon was originally a class meeting, but it was changed to a math class. Liu Tao walked into the classroom holding the textbook and a triangle ruler and began to teach.

Liang Qiyun listened to the class carefully. She had good grades in math and enjoyed the joy of successfully solving problems.

My cousin told me that high school mathematics is a watershed and if you are not careful you will be left far behind, so Liang Qiyun did not dare to be distracted.

Liu Tao loves to ask students questions in class. Even if it is the first day of class, he can always ask some conceptual questions.

Liang Qiyun felt relieved, she would know how to do it.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, she took the time to recognize her classmates' faces and tried her best to remember their names.

Otherwise, if we meet somewhere on campus, it would be too embarrassing if she just looked at me and didn't recognize me.

This happened before when I first entered junior high school.

She could only work harder in private to make up for the opportunities to make friends and get to know people that she missed during military training.

The teacher always seems to leave the difficult questions for the best students to answer.

After admission, there is no examination to test students' true level. The only thing that can be used to measure it is probably the entrance score, which is the high school entrance examination score.

As the first place, Zhou Mingzheng naturally attracted the attention of teachers from all subjects.

At this time, Liu Tao asked a difficult conceptual dialectical question. He looked directly at the back of the classroom and said, "Ming Zheng, you answer this question."

Liang Qiyun looked sideways at the young man across the aisle with a natural expression. There was only half a meter of aisle distance between them, which was only enough for two people to squeeze through.

It was clear enough that you could see the boy's eyebrows raised and the pen on his slender fingers stopped turning. He stood up with a smile and answered Liu Tao's question frankly.

Liang Qiyun was good at math, so she probably had a vague answer in her mind. After hearing the young man's detailed explanation, her thoughts suddenly became much clearer.

Liu Tao on the stage was also satisfied. He nodded and praised without reservation, "Ming Zheng answered well. The essence of this question is..."

Everyone's attention seemed to have returned to the teacher's lecture on the stage, and Liang Qiyun rarely paused for a moment.

Compared with those students who were at the top of their grade in junior high school, Zhou Mingzheng is indeed different.

He didn't just study hard, he would do some small movements, twirling the pen in various ways;

He leaned back in his chair nonchalantly, occasionally looking up to listen to the PPT presentation by the teacher on the podium, but most of the time he looked down at extracurricular books.

Even when the teacher occasionally talked about certain topics, he would be very interested in sharing his views with his deskmate.

Perhaps it was because he was too nervous and confused on the first day of school, or maybe it was because they were only half a meter apart from each other, but the boy's bright, sun-like, and leisurely aura just caught Liang Qiyun's attention.

She hadn't realized that on the first day of high school, most of the attention had already been focused on the boy.

From then on, over the years, it became a love in my heart that I cannot express in words, yet cannot get rid of and cannot forget.

The next two self-study classes were quiet. There was no need for the discipline committee member to say much. The whole class was quietly doing their own things.

The rustling sound of turning pages was particularly loud.

The class had just started today and there was no homework, so Liang Qiyun simply flipped through the textbooks in the order of Chinese, math, English, politics, history, geography, physics, chemistry and biology, and prepared for each subject.

As the connection between junior high school and high school, the preview content was not difficult, and Liang Qiyun almost finished it by just skimming through it.

Sometimes when I come across some interesting small cases, I will stop turning the pages and look at them carefully.

The sunlight at five o'clock in the summer afternoon is not as hot as at noon, nor as soft as at sunset. It is just right.

The light poured in from the window, and half of the girl's oval face was bathed in warm sunlight, while the other half was facing away from the light and shadow. Her long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes seemed to be filled with water. She looked like a girl who walked out of the water village in the south of the Yangtze River, pure but with a touch of tenderness and a bit of beauty.

When the bell rings, the students who live in the dormitory rush to eat and take a shower; the students who live in the dormitory also have to go to the cafeteria to eat first.

The evening self-study session starts at 6:30, leaving students with little time to arrange their own time, just about an hour.

There are many people in the school. There are ten classes in each grade, and a total of thirty classes. They all flock to the cafeteria, and it must be very crowded.

Liang Qiyun simply sat there without moving. She still had some soda crackers in her schoolbag that could fill her stomach, so she just ate them.

There were only a few people left in the classroom. Zhang Jiajia was a boarding student, and she left almost as soon as the bell rang.

After reluctantly eating two soda crackers and drinking a few sips of water, Liang Qiyun stood up and went outside to the corridor to breathe some fresh air.

She put her hands on the railing and looked at her classmates walking downstairs, talking and laughing, feeling somewhat envious.

This start to high school doesn't seem to be much different from the past.

Her new deskmate Zhang Jiajia didn't seem to be very talkative. Apart from the initial greeting, she couldn't find any topic to start a conversation, and the other party didn't seem to be in the mood to chat either.

She said no more than ten sentences throughout the day, most of which were conversations with her class teacher Liu Tao outside the corridor in the morning.

Even in high school,

She still tried hard to get to know and remember those classmates unilaterally;

Even if you have taken the initiative to try to take the first step, the results seem to be unsatisfactory.

Looking at the gorgeous sunset in the distant sky, the red half of the sky reveals the heroic spirit of fading away, but also vaguely carries a light of life towards death.

No matter how beautiful the sunset is, it will eventually pass away.

A new day will still come, and the morning glow is always more moving than the evening glow.

Liang Qiyun enjoyed the evening breeze for a while, then turned around and went back to the classroom.

There was no evening self-study class in junior high school. Today was my first time to attend evening self-study class, which felt a bit novel.

Liang Kangcheng was worried that his daughter's body could not withstand the high-intensity study, so he tentatively asked her earlier whether she could apply for exemption from evening self-study.

Liang Qiyun wanted to give it a try first, but if it didn't work she wouldn't force it.

Nothing is more important than good health.

This is her personal experience gained from having been to the hospital countless times since she was a child.