Sick again?
The lush forests shade the teaching buildings, and every brick and tile of the green trees and red walls are interesting.
There is a sculpture facing the school gate. A silent thinker is holding a book that symbolizes wisdom. A bright and shining star is inlaid on the thick opened pages of the book.
The surrounding fountains sprinkled water, and the water droplets sparkled and danced on the stars, books, and portraits. Groups of pearls first condensed and then scattered, hanging down the sculptures, and then merged into the pool water and disappeared.
It goes on and on, never stopping.
Enclosed within the iron gate and fence are precious memories of the past.
Looking at the back of the girl with a high ponytail in front of me, my gaze moved from the girl to the ordinary campus scenery in front of me. The school is still the same school, without any change.
Lin Nanyan: ...
"Are you sick again?"
"Hey, you don't understand," Jiang Qing put down her hands. "Think about it. Now you're a sophomore in high school. In a year, you'll leave this school. All your emotions, good and bad, sad and happy, will be packed up and left behind on this small campus."
"After so many years, I'm back here again, unlocking forgotten memories, even reliving and changing what I knew." She turned around. "Doesn't it feel like I've been shot by fate's pistol?"
Lin Nanyan thought about her words carefully and said, "So you mean, you want to be the one chosen by time?"
Jiang Qing shook her finger: "No, no, I mean to let you rediscover the beauty of life. For example - make more delicious food to soothe your poor stomach."
Lin Nanyue said expressionlessly: “Oh.”
He easily chokes on this routine.
"Hey, what's your reaction..."
"My two classmates, please don't block the road. This gate is not the place for you two to talk." The security guard who had been patient for a long time could no longer bear it and interrupted them.
It was the time when people were coming and going at the school gate, and these two students just stood there and started chatting about everything. The key point was that he happened to overhear them and found that they were talking about fate and time. It was nonsense. Wouldn't it be better to talk about some knowledge points?
Wouldn’t it be nice to recite “The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital”?
"Look at you guys, is it appropriate for you to block the gate?" He looked at the two students and waved his hand to chase them away, "Hurry up and go in. If you don't go to the classroom, you will be deducted points for being late." The security guard in a black uniform did his job conscientiously. Once he put on his work clothes, he had to live up to them.
Jiang Qing was suddenly interrupted, and the next moment she saw their school's gate god coming to chase people away. She hurriedly grabbed Lin Nanyan's sleeve and ran into the campus.
The wind blew across my cheeks, cool and gentle.
"Jiang Jiang!"
As soon as Jiang Qing entered the classroom, she saw Song Shuang waving at her. She let go of Lin Nanyan and walked all the way to the seat by the window. She took out her books and hung her schoolbag next to her.
Lin Nanyan, who was following behind her, raised his hand to look at the wrinkled corner of his clothes, and flicked his sleeves when he put it down.
Song Shuang, who was sitting at the front desk, turned to look at her best friend and asked, "Why are you so late today? Look, class is almost here."
"I got up late and was delayed at the school gate for a while, but it's not too late," she looked up at the clock hanging above the blackboard, "There are still five minutes left."
Song Shuang was shocked: "You are still looking at this watch? If you don't forget our watch, it might not work. It's just a decoration."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the crisp sound of a bell.
Song Shuang shrugged, indicating: See, I was right. She turned around and sat back in her seat.
Jiang Qing: ...
This watch is really a big decoration.
Where is the sheet I used for yesterday's exam? Please return it to me!!!
The first two periods in the morning were math classes. The math teacher at the podium was very passionate and his voice was clear and powerful.
The students in the audience were drowsy and sometimes confused. When their heads were about to droop, they suddenly woke up and regained their spirits. Sometimes they were crazy and frantically took notes on the blackboard with pens.
Song Shuang's head was buzzing. At first, she tried to stay focused and write down Teacher Li's words very neatly, stroke by stroke. Then, she didn't know where it started, but she couldn't understand anymore. Her head was a mess, as if she was listening to a foreign language.
Her vision gradually blurred, her eyelids were about to close, and her hand movements gradually stopped. When she shuddered, she looked up at the energetic Teacher Li still writing back and forth on the blackboard, and she couldn't help but fall silent.
In the blink of an eye, Teacher Li had leaped to a point where she could no longer catch up. She could only copy frantically, trying to transfer every word and every symbol written by the teacher to her notebook exactly as it was, and then comfort herself: I tried my best.
She didn't understand why such a difficult math course was scheduled for the first class in the morning. Wasn't this deliberately forcing them to sleep?
Teacher Li on the podium was dressed in a professional suit, a white shirt and a brown skirt, looking youthful and beautiful.
Song Shuang felt as if she and Teacher Li had switched roles. She was the office worker whose energy was drained by work, not the high school student in her prime. How could Teacher Li be so energetic?
After copying a short paragraph, she turned around to complain to her bestie, but she found that Jiang Qing also looked energetic. She was shocked for a moment: No way, she was the only one who felt her body was drained?
Looking around, she found that many of her classmates' heads were nodding, and she felt relieved immediately. It seemed that her problem was not unique to her.
Jiang Qing wrote furiously, copying the teacher's writing on the blackboard exactly as it was in her notebook.
Tadpole-like symbols swam around in her eyes, familiar yet unfamiliar. The teacher's pleasant voice lingered in her mind. It was all in Chinese, so why couldn't she understand it?
Jiang Qing was desperate but she said she would never give up.
Starting from scratch is the key to success, and only through countless trials and tribulations can one become a talent.
After finally making it to the end of get out of class, she felt weak and lay on the table to recover.
Song Shuang, who was full of energy as soon as get out of class was over, said: "I saw you were quite energetic during class, why are you even more depressed than me after class?"
"Going to class was discharging, and now I'm recharging."
"Then I'll lie down for a while and recharge. The next big class is taught by our teacher, and we're about to get a big hit in our grades." Song Shuang also lay on Jiang Qing's desk, and Jiang Qing was squeezed outward.
Lin Nanyan was pushed by the sudden force and drew a long line with his pen. The force was so strong that a noticeable crack appeared in the middle of the paper.
Wang Dongduan, who was talking to Lin Nanyan, looked at the scene in front of him and became angry: "Song Shuang, what's wrong with you? You have to squeeze on the same table. Can't you see that we are registering the list here?"
When Song Shuang stood up, she saw the extremely discordant black scratches on Lin Nanyue's notebook. She felt very guilty, but was soon angered by Wang Dongduan's attitude.
"Lin Nanyan hasn't said anything yet, why are you so anxious? I didn't squeeze you, but you're the only one who's talking nonsense. You're the only one with a big mouth, right?"
She usually hated Wang Dongduan's contemptuous attitude. He relied on his good grades to look down on them, as if those who were poor in academics were not worthy of standing with good students. Even if she was in the wrong at this time, she could not admit defeat in front of him.
"We are good friends with Lin Nanyan. It's just a piece of paper. At worst, we can just rewrite it, right, Jiang Jiang?" Song Shuang sought support from his friends.
Wang Huacheng, who was across the aisle, was the first to respond: "Yes."
Jiang Qing nodded. She also felt that Wang Dongduan was making a fuss over nothing. It was just a piece of paper. At most he would have to rewrite it. The most important thing was that Lin Nanyan didn't say anything, and it didn't bother Wang Dongduan at all.
Wang Dongduan was furious when he saw the people in front of him who were colluding with each other.
He was deeply worried about Lin Nanyan. He was obviously a top student, but he ended up being surrounded by a group of poor students. They were noisy every day and he had no peace. He was also morally blackmailed by them in the name of their damn friends. Anyone who made friends with them would be unlucky.
"The class monitor has been led astray by you guys. He doesn't study hard himself, and he keeps interrupting others' studies. No wonder our class average is at the bottom. When the monthly exam rankings come out, I think our class's grades will drop again, and we'll be criticized. You guys are so shameless."
"That's a bit too much. What do you mean by leading astray? Lin Nanyan's grades have never fluctuated." Jiang Qing refuted him, but she had no words to refute the second half of the sentence. She knew that her results this time would definitely be terrible. To some extent, what Wang Dongduan said was not wrong.
But he shouldn't slander their friendship. It's very pure between them, and there's no way he could be said to be corrupting it.
"There's no such thing as a bad influence." Lin Nanyan, who was at the center of the storm, put down the pen in his hand and stared at Wang Dongduan. "I hope you apologize to them."
"That's right, apologize." Song Shuang suddenly became arrogant.
Wang Huaqi: "Yes, I apologize."
Wang Dongduan was stunned, his cheeks soon turned red, and he said "You don't know how to appreciate a good person" and walked towards his seat.
He felt very aggrieved. He was standing up for Lin Nanyue, but the person involved actually asked him to apologize. He would not apologize to them, huh.
As soon as Wang Dongduan walked away, Song Shuang felt very proud, but when he saw Lin Nanyue's gaze, he subconsciously lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, Lin Nanyan, I soiled your notebook. I'll go to the canteen after school to compensate you."
"No need to pay." Jiang Qing answered for Lin Nanyan. Facing Song Shuang's puzzled gaze, she pulled out the damaged notebook from her deskmate's desk and removed the buckle. "Look, this is a loose-leaf notebook. This one is damaged, so just take this one off."
"It's the list above..." Jiang Qing looked at the list of parents' meetings that had been registered. After all, she had directly squeezed it out. "I copied it for you."
Song Shuang: "How about I come? I broke it, I can help him copy it."
Jiang Qing picked up a pen and wrote a title: "Forget about your poor handwriting."
Hearing this, Song Shuang was very unconvinced. Jiang Qing's handwriting was only comparable to hers. "Is your handwriting good? It's still just as shabby and crooked."
Jiang Qing looked at the words he had written and fell silent.
From childhood to adulthood, she never practiced calligraphy. It was only in high school that her Chinese teacher forced them to hand in calligraphy homework, so her calligraphy became more beautiful later.
Now when she looks at the words she has written, she finds it hard not to say they are beautiful. She hasn't practiced calligraphy for many years, and there is indeed a gap between her writing and that in high school.
"Lin Nanyan, it's not that we don't want to compensate, we're just powerless. Only you can do this great job." Jiang Qing pressed the buckle, took out the page she had written, and crumpled it up. She pushed the notebook back and smiled innocently, "You're going to give it to the teacher to read. It would only damage your image if someone else wrote it for you."
Lin Nanyan took the notebook and wrote fluently.
"I didn't intend for you to write for me."
Jiang Qing: "!! Why didn't you say so earlier?"
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