After returning to school, the first class was a class meeting. Liu Tao first explained some things that needed to be dealt with at the beginning of the school year, and then asked the life committee member to arrange people to clean the classroom. Only then did he ask each subject to collect the winter vacation homework.
From now on until the next monthly exam, we are still temporarily sitting in the same seats as last semester.
As soon as the head teacher left, the classroom instantly became chaotic, even more lively than a vegetable market. Many classmates hadn't seen each other for a whole winter vacation, and there were always many exciting things they wanted to share.
Liang Qiyun took the pencil case out of her schoolbag and put it on the desk, and also asked for the water cup and other things.
Zhou Mingzheng led the boys in the class to collect the textbooks for this semester.
Huang Xiyun acted quickly and had already packed everything.
She smiled and looked back at Liang Qiyun, and couldn't help but sigh, "Qiyun, your face has become smaller. Are you feeling better now?"
The two had chatted several times through □□ during the Chinese New Year, and Huang Xiyun was the only high school classmate who asked about her health.
That’s not right, there’s another person.
Liang Qiyun felt warm in her heart. She smiled and nodded in response, "How can it be so exaggerated? It's almost healed after half a month of rest at home."
But what Huang Xiyun said was true. She felt weak whenever she was sick, and the most obvious change was her weight.
She actually lost several pounds this time.
They talked about some other topics, and then they saw Zhou Mingzheng coming in with a stack of textbooks, followed by many boys also coming in with textbooks.
The next second, the boy shouted, "Everyone, please go back to your seats. We are going to distribute textbooks now. Please pass them on in time and count the textbooks."
His voice was still clear and crisp, not much different from last summer.
The class monitor's appeal was extraordinary. The classroom fell silent instantly, and the students returned to their seats. The class representatives of each subject went up to distribute the textbooks of the subject they were responsible for without Zhou Mingzheng calling them again.
They counted the textbooks and passed them down from the first row of each group.
Because Zhou Mingzheng was still busy on the podium, Liang Qiyun helped him take his book from the front row and put it away.
She counted them carefully, fearing that any one was missing.
He also helped to neatly stack the textbooks he had received.
There were nine textbooks distributed today. As for the workbooks for each subject this semester, we will have to wait a few more days before they can be distributed.
Liang Qiyun's gentle gaze was always on the young man on the podium.
He just stood there on the podium, looking even taller, like a standing pine tree, unmoved.
He waited until all the subject representatives had distributed all the books before he moved. He slowly bent down to pick up the plastic tapes and cardboards that were originally used to bind the books scattered on the ground and threw them into the class trash can.
After he dealt with all this, he walked down from the podium.
Liang Qiyun was afraid that he would find out that she had been looking at him, so she quickly lowered her eyes, picked up a pen and began to write her name on the page of the book that had just been handed to her.
It just so happened that this was something that had to be done after the book was distributed, so she wrote every stroke carefully.
When she felt someone sitting down next to her, she pretended to look up and said casually, "I have counted all your books for you. There is nothing missing."
Zhou Mingzheng glanced at the neatly arranged textbooks on the desk, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes. He smiled handsomely and said in a clear voice, "Okay, thank you."
"It's okay. It's my duty." Seeing him smile, Liang Qiyun couldn't help but smile with her dimples.
The academic workload in the first year of high school is not that heavy, because it is still the transition between junior high and high school, and it is just the beginning this semester, so the depth of knowledge is still relatively shallow; but in fact, it is heavy, after all, there are nine subjects, and it takes a lot of time just to complete the homework for the day.
This semester is still dull and not much different from the previous ones.
The monthly exams came as scheduled every month, and Liang Qiyun maintained the same ranking as last semester, with a small improvement.
Maybe it was because she and Zhou Mingzheng sat at the same table and both of them had made progress in their weak subjects, or maybe Liu Tao had her own plans in mind. Although other students often changed desk mates, the four of them at the back were always together and had never been separated.
Just adjust the groups, such as moving from the original third group back row to the fourth group back row on the right, and then moving to the first group back row next time, and rotating continuously.
In the Chinese class in May, Teacher Chen was passionately telling the story of Mr. Cao Yu's "Thunderstorm".
She said, "Students are still in the basic grade, so you should read more books. You can borrow these books from our school library. You should make good use of this time. When you enter the third year of high school, you will have no time to read books. You will basically be busy doing exercises."
After that day, people in the class went to the library to borrow "Thunderstorm" to read.
When Liang Qiyun read the passage in the textbook, she found it very interesting and was quite interested in the whole story. With Teacher Chen's words, she went to the library alone after school one afternoon and borrowed Thunderstorm.
The teaching building in L is amazing. There is a small building at the right end of the teaching building, and the library is over there.
There was no need to go downstairs specifically. Liang Qiyun just walked out of the classroom to the end on the right, turned up another staircase and arrived at the library. It was very convenient.
After she had a quick sandwich, she picked up the book she had just borrowed and started reading.
When the classroom became more and more lively and the person sitting next to her came back, Liang Qiyun finally came back to her senses from the world of the book.
Then Zhou Mingzheng asked, "Did you just go to borrow a book?"
"Well, this story is quite dramatic. I want to take a look." Liang Qiyun closed the book and tilted it towards □□ so that he could see the cover clearly.
"That's right, lend it to me after you finish reading it, so I don't have to go to the library." Zhou Mingzheng smiled and nodded and said casually, he said it frankly.
"good."
Liang Qiyun was slightly startled. She unconsciously stroked the smooth cover and nodded in response.
There is actually a reason why young people’s Chinese language is not outstanding.
After sitting at the same table for so long, Liang Qiyun discovered that when he did his Chinese homework, he would always skip the lengthy subjective questions and go straight to the answers.
She also looked at Zhou Mingzheng's Chinese monthly exam papers, and found that he always lost the most points in the reading section.
Also, he is the kind of person who would go to the library every once in a while just to borrow relevant history books to read.
But if it weren't for the current conversation, Liang Qiyun thought, he probably didn't take his Chinese teacher's recommendation seriously at all.
Thinking of this, I always feel a sweetness lingering in my heart.
Liang Qiyun started her evening self-study in a happy mood.
After a period of self-study, she packed up and went home.
In fact, she had already finished her homework, and she usually went home with an empty schoolbag.
Today was different. The schoolbag was a little heavier, so she specially put the book "Thunderstorm" in it and took extra care of it.
After returning home, Liang Qiyun washed up, said hello to her parents, and went straight into her room.
She lay in her small bed covered with a thin blanket. The weather in May was not too hot, so she felt particularly comfortable.
The small table lamp on the bedside table was on. She leaned against the back of the bed, holding a book in her hand, and continued reading from the place where she had read before the evening study began.
I was fascinated by it for a while.
"Knock, knock, knock!" There were three light knocks on the door. Liang Qiyun came to her senses and heard her mother Li Shufen advising her outside, "Yunyun, it's already eleven o'clock. If you can't finish your homework, don't do it for now. Go to bed early."
There was light coming through the gap at the bottom of the room door.
"Okay, Mom. I'll go to bed now." Liang Qiyun replied.
From half past nine until now, the originally not-so-thick copy of "Thunderstorm" has flipped to the left until only a little bit is left.
In the end, she was concerned about her health and didn't dare to stay up late, so she put the book next to the bedside table, turned off the light and lay down to sleep.
The next morning, Liang Qiyun read books whenever she had free time during breaks.
The last bit of content will be covered quickly.
This is the first time I have finished reading a book so quickly.
Liang Qiyun closed the book and handed it to the boy next to her.
She smiled and said, "I've finished reading it. You can take it and read it. It's quite good."
Zhou Mingzheng seemed surprised. He took the book with one hand and flipped through a few pages. He smiled and said, "You finished it so quickly? It looks really good. I'll take a look at it soon. I'll return it to the library for you after I finish it."
He seemed very interested and just agreed with a smile.
"Okay, thank you." Liang Qiyun nodded and agreed. She didn't expect Zhou Mingzheng to say to return the book directly.
It is said that girls who are good at Chinese tend to have some literary spirit.
Liang Qiyun is even more sensitive than ordinary girls.
She was happy at this moment.
I'm glad that Zhou Mingzheng is interested in reading "Thunderstorm" because of her, and I sincerely hope that he can gain something from reading the book and regain his interest in the subject of Chinese.
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