When Liang Qiyun later recalled her senior year in high school, all that remained were the test papers flying around the classroom, the endless monthly exams, both large and small, and the occasional "encounters" at the grade's monthly exam summary meetings.
In order to fully encourage senior high school students, L Middle School holds a grade meeting in the auditorium on the first floor after every monthly exam.
In addition to summarizing the grade's learning status in the past month and announcing the teaching review plan for the next month, students with outstanding performance in the monthly exams will be commended.
This time always starts with the science class.
The class leader stood on the podium, and rows of names, scores, and class rankings appeared on the big screen.
He was obviously very excited, and his deep voice spread through the microphone to every corner of the auditorium.
"Let's first commend the top 150 students in science."
"Zhou Mingzheng, Lin Yuan, Li Xiang..."
"Because there are so many names, I will only read the first page. You can look up at the big screen."
"Next are the top ten in science and Chinese. The first one is Lin Yuan..."
"The top ten in science and mathematics, the first one is Zhou Mingzheng..."
"The top ten in science English, the first one is Zhou Mingzheng..."
The class leader was still reading out the names one by one, and the three words "Zhou Mingzheng" were undoubtedly the most frequently appearing.
Liu Xiaoyan was originally not interested in the science class and kept her head down while memorizing.
After a series of such incidents, Liang Qiyun couldn't help but sigh, "Zhou Mingzheng is really amazing. Except for those few times when he didn't take the exams, he has always been the top of the class since he entered school."
"Except for Chinese, I'm in the top five in every subject."
Liang Qiyun was excited just by listening to the class leader calling out "Zhou Mingzheng" over and over again, as Class 1 cheered and applauded.
Hearing Liu Xiaoyan's praise, she nodded almost subconsciously, "He is really amazing."
When we met at the end of August, he said he still had a year to work hard.
Even though he hadn't attended a proper class in the classroom for almost a year in his second year of high school, the boy still caught up as quickly as he could.
Even directly reach the top number one.
Not only the science class was making a fuss, the arts class was also discussing it enthusiastically.
It took quite a while to commend the science class, but it was much faster when it came to commending the arts class, because there were 15 science classes and only 5 arts classes.
The prefect continued, "Now we will honor the top fifteen students in the liberal arts class."
After Liang Qiyun entered the third year of high school, her total score was basically stable in the top three in the grade. She was always ranked first in Chinese and mathematics. She was also not bad in politics, history and geography, which are unique to liberal arts students.
Her name is often mentioned when commending liberal arts.
But Liang Qiyun’s mind was not on that.
She raised her head slightly and cast her gaze towards Class 1.
Because it was too far away, even though she knew Zhou Mingzheng was sitting among them, she still couldn't see his back clearly.
Class 1 was clapping cooperatively.
Maybe he is too.
Liang Qiyun suddenly felt very satisfied.
Those countless days and nights of studying were not only what my heart desired, but also a way to work towards my dreams.
She also had a small wish, which was to be closer to him.
Even in the same auditorium, the two names had appeared one after another.
The days in the third year of high school are very difficult to endure. Not only does the study time increase exponentially and we can only have one day off on weekends, we also have to face the challenge of exams one after another.
Many students who live in the dormitory do not go back to rest at noon. After eating, they go back to the dormitory to continue reviewing questions. They force themselves to lie on the table and rest for a while after half of the lunch break.
At noon on the day when the monthly exam results were announced, Liang Qiyun was lying on the table for a nap. She vaguely heard some sobbing and voices of comfort.
She was now three points less sleepy than before, but she didn't raise her head and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Others may not like being seen as vulnerable.
The sobbing was accompanied by some very low, helpless and disheartened words:
"I studied so hard, but why didn't I make any progress? I did worse on the test than last time."
"My current ranking is not even as good as that of the ordinary class..."
"There are only two months left before the college entrance examination. What should I do..."
The self-doubts sounded like whispers, but because the classroom was quiet and Liang Qiyun was close to them, she could barely hear them.
Next, the girl’s deskmate came to comfort her.
Liang Qiyun couldn't help feeling a little melancholy after hearing this.
The college entrance examination is undoubtedly the most important hurdle for eighteen-year-old young men and women.
She didn't know what the future would be like, but at least for now, she could only work hard.
In April, mountain flowers begin to bloom, in June, white gentian grows beautifully, and in September, osmanthus fills the air with fragrance.
If she is lucky, she should meet Zhou Mingzheng on the university campus.
When that time comes, she will definitely take the initiative.
The second mock exam will be in May.
Liang Qiyun's overall score was still very stable, and she even won the first place in the liberal arts category, which was rare.
L Middle School still arranged three mock exams in early June, and after the exams, we started independent review.
The third model test was scheduled during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday.
I returned to the classroom after the exam that day, a little after five in the afternoon.
There was also evening self-study that night.
The head teacher, Ms. Li, came in carrying two large bags. She looked at the people in the class with a smile and found that the seats were quite full.
"Everyone, don't leave yet. I bought some rice dumplings. Come and take one each. After you eat it, you will be in high school in June."
“Wow!”
“Teacher, you are so nice!!”
The whole class immediately cheered and applauded.
Liang Qiyun also clapped excitedly, and smiled and cheered with Liu Xiaoyan.
These howls are the release of emotions that have been accumulated for a long time.
It was a sudden surprise after the third mock exam.
The joy is not only about receiving the rice dumplings, but also the beautiful meaning of "high school", which is the best blessing from Teacher Li as the class teacher.
One by one, they walked up to the podium to receive the rice dumplings.
Liang Qiyu and Liu Xiaoyan followed and lined up.
When it was Liang Qiyun's turn, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Teacher Li."
She stretched out her hands and took the rice dumpling with good meaning.
Then I heard Teacher Li say with encouragement, "Qiyun, I'm glad you've made it this far. Keep going, victory is just around the corner!"
"Okay, thank you for your concern, teacher."
Liang Qiyun has eaten countless rice dumplings in the past, some bought from shops and some made by her mother.
But no other rice dumpling was more touching and left a lasting aftertaste than the one she ate on the eve of the college entrance examination at the age of 18.
That midsummer, dusk, classroom, teacher, classmates, college entrance examination, and rice dumplings.
All the good and bad, expected and unexpected words put together are the most youthful age of eighteen.
It was 4:50 p.m. on June 9th.
In the liberal arts examination room on the first floor, Liang Qiyun wrote the last word in the English composition answer area and put an English period.
She turned the answer sheet over and checked again and again to make sure there were no mistakes in the candidate information before closing the pen cap.
She suddenly recalled a popular quote about the college entrance examination on the Internet that year:
“May you feel the pride of a warrior sheathing his sword the moment you close the cap of your pen!”
Perhaps there is only a little time left for the candidates to sit in the classroom of L Middle School, and perhaps such days are destined to cause sadness among the candidates.
Scenes emerged in Liang Qiyun's mind.
After the first monthly exam, she and Zhou Mingzheng changed seats and became deskmates.
He was the main person who helped move the tables that day.
His Chinese is relatively poor.
So during group discussions in Chinese class, she always tried her best to write the results of the group discussion as perfectly as possible.
When he stood up, he stood as straight as a pine tree and read the answer on the paper clearly, word by word.
The voice was clear and bright, spreading throughout the entire Grade 1 Class 1 classroom, and seemed to have become the gentlest autumn breeze in that October.
At the school sports meeting, he walked towards the light and said with a smile, "Leave me your phone number so we can contact you later."
He was the boy who almost broke the highest record in L middle school in high jump, and the boy who would walk up to her during halftime, using the excuse of standing there to watch the game so that she could sit in the stands and rest.
He once sent a blessing on New Year's Eve: [Happy New Year, peace and joy! ]
It was almost the end of the second semester of the first year of high school.
He just sat there with his legs open, smiling and pointing at the flowers blooming in the textbook, and said:
"This is white gentian, representing true and pure love."
He once took the initiative to hold up his smartphone, curved his lips and smiled uninhibitedly, "Add WeChat, so we can contact each other in the future."
He is the boy who always plays basketball on the playground after school in the afternoon whenever he has free time.
Even though they hadn't seen each other for nearly a year, he appeared behind her so casually, with the hot sunlight behind his back, and took the initiative to greet her, "Liang Qiyun, are you here to buy something too?"
He was the boy who was so outstanding that he won the second prize in a national competition and Qingdao University was willing to reduce the admission score by 60 points.
It’s Zhou Mingzheng who is always number one in the class.
The bell rang, and English, the last subject of the college entrance examination, ended.
Liang Qiyun dropped her hands at her sides, waiting for the invigilator to come down and collect the papers.
2014-2017, her high school life ended just like that.
During these three years, she only did two things: study and love him.
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The author has something to say:
"May you feel the pride of a warrior sheathing his sword the moment you close the pen cap!" - Quoted from the Internet.
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