Chapter 101: Mobilization Meeting
June 3rd.
There are four days left until the college entrance examination.
The number of students in Class 8 of Grade 3 increased today, and some students who had disappeared for many days returned to campus.
But it still hasn't returned to full capacity. From their casual conversation, I learned that some people have gone to work in other places.
The last day of campus life came so suddenly, yet so naturally.
Today, there are no more sleepy morning self-study sessions, no teachers coming to class early, and no people walking around the aisles collecting homework.
Everyone was waiting for the "mobilization meeting" or "graduation ceremony" to start at ten o'clock.
Some high schools in big cities may require students to wear formal attire, giving boys and girls the opportunity to experience the discomfort of ties and the prickly feel of leather shoes for the first time. However, this is obviously not realistic in small towns, and forcing them to do so will only result in some strange attire.
However, many boys grew their hair and shaved their beards, and many girls wore hair accessories, or even put on a little makeup, and the security guards at the school gate no longer cared.
Zhai Da sat in his seat, filling out something called "Classmate Directory". This thing was most common in elementary school, but it was no longer common in junior high school. In high school, only two girls had prepared it.
Zhai Da wrote down his name and contact information, and found that there were embarrassing "hobbies" and "specialties" to fill in below.
I can't help but wonder what would happen if I wrote "I like thin legs"...
But in the end, I still wrote down the two items of "magic" and "writing" honestly.
As for the last, largest blank, "Message from Classmates," Zhai Da looked up at Liu Meng, who looked expectant, and wrote in neat handwriting:
"I wish you great success soon, great achievements, good fortune and money, and a great leap forward at the age of twenty-three!"
In fact, yearbooks are a bit outdated these days. Mobile phones, QQ... there are too many ways to keep in touch.
Losing contact is not really because of having no contact information.
Don’t you have any idea that the relationship is not good?
Just treat it as a little girl’s sense of ritual.
Liu Meng happily took back the yearbook and admired it for a long time: "Zhai Da, your handwriting is really beautiful."
Zhai Da smiled. His handwriting was normal in his previous life. He wrote and drew a lot due to his work, so his handwriting was better than that of the average office worker.
But the biggest credit for today’s fonts is the set effect “nimble hands”, which is both stable and accurate.
There are so many areas where this ability can be helpful.
"By the way, Zhai Da, where is your exam venue? Is it this school? No. 3 Middle School? Or No. 1 Middle School?"
"No. 3 Middle School."
The school distributed the college entrance examination admission tickets yesterday. Judging from the fact that Lu Wei received the admission tickets earlier than him, the school must have withheld them for a few days.
We were lucky this time as we were both in the same examination room, "San Zhong". However, there are only three examination rooms in Dongyang, so the probability is not small.
"You're also at No. 3 Middle School? I'm going to check out the exam with a few classmates from No. 3 Middle School. Zhai Da, are you coming?"
Lin Shuyao at the side pricked up her ears. Today the girl dressed up a little and put on light makeup. It was obvious that her technique was not very good. Fortunately, it did not go to the extreme of scraping putty. She just applied a layer of the most popular BB cream at the moment.
She has a good foundation, and she has become much quieter after becoming Zhai Da's deskmate, which really makes people's eyes light up. Many boys in the class came to her to take photos. Lin Shuyao didn't take any photos of two people, but she did not refuse group photos.
She was also taking the examination at No. 3 Middle School. If Zhai Da also went to check out the examination venue, she could show up naturally and wear her regular clothes.
It was a pity, but Zhai Da thought about it and shook his head: "Forget it, I went to No. 3 Middle School during the subject level test. I'd better review honestly in the last three days."
"Subject level test? Didn't you take it at this school?"
“Bring friends to check out the place.”
While we were chatting, the class teacher Ding Rong walked in. Seeing how lively the class was, she rarely refrained from scolding.
"Our class is the noisiest in the entire corridor!" This kind of catchphrase will no longer be uttered by this class of students, at least not this one.
Look at the countdown at the back of the classroom.
From today on, it will forever be stuck at "(4) days left until the college entrance examination". She couldn't help but wonder whether she should have included the last three days of vacation when calculating the date.
Now, this number that has been with us for more than half a year will never truly count down to "0".
Okay...
It always makes people feel uncomfortable when they reach the last page of a notebook.
Ding Rong clapped her hands: "Get ready to go downstairs, meet at the playground."
...
When we arrived at the playground, all the senior high school students had already arrived and were lined up in long queues by class.
A temporary platform was built on one side of the playground. It was a bit simple, with a steel frame raised one meter. Behind it was a not-so-grand colored spray cloth, and several leaders' desks had been set up.
It seemed like they intentionally left some time so that everyone could take group photos on the playground, and the chaos didn't officially start until half an hour later.
During this period, Zhai Da was dragged to take more than a dozen photos with others, including photos of two people, photos of three people, and photos of ten people. His face was frozen from smiling.
He even didn't refuse the photo with Lin Shuyao. At the last moment, the little frictions didn't matter anymore.
Finally, the "mobilization meeting" and "graduation ceremony" officially began.
Considering that it happened very late in the day, the latter may be more meaningful.
The process was not much different from most school activities. First, the blaring speakers played some unnamed, exciting music. Then the small leaders gave speeches, the big leaders gave speeches, and the even bigger leaders gave speeches...
The whole process lasted for an hour. To be honest, the students below said they were not "mobilized".
Their quietness and concentration are just because they are immersed in their own sense of loss.
My youth is gone?
It was not until the outstanding student representatives gave speeches that many people came to their senses.
The Dean of Studies stood up straight and said in a long, clear voice, "Now, please welcome the outstanding student representative of the class of 2008: Zhai Da, to the stage."
Zhai Da in the queue took a step forward, and under everyone's attention, he strode onto the stage and took the microphone.
After a brief pause, he smiled and said:
"Hello everyone, I'm Zhai Da from Class 8 of Senior 3."
"Because of time constraints, I can only read from a script. Please forgive me."
Having said that, his expression was relaxed and he didn't look like a student who was pulled onto the stage to give a speech.
Zhai Da's emotions were too stable, even a little strange.
For most people at this age, adrenaline rushes as soon as they stand on the stage, their vocal cords shrink, and it is normal for their voices to break when they open their mouths.
In front of everyone, Zhai Da took out the prepared manuscript from his pocket and unfolded it into an A4 paper.
Since there was no microphone stand, he seemed to be able to only hold the microphone in one hand and the manuscript in the other. He gestured left and right, but it seemed that nothing he did was going smoothly.
So Zhai Da simply threw the manuscript away.
Unexpected move
The movement attracted the attention of many people, but what was even more unexpected was yet to come. The manuscript paper did not fall to the ground, but floated in front of Zhai Da.
It was just like floating in the air without any support, as if by magic.
Zhai Da also deliberately ran his hands up and down, left and right on the manuscript paper to indicate that there were no loose threads hanging.
Then he even directed the manuscript paper to fly across the podium! It was as if he was out of control and couldn't catch it.
There was a brief silence, followed by exclamations and continued applause.
It’s much better than the principal’s speech just now!
Everyone in the grade knew that Zhai Da could perform amazing magic tricks, but on this special occasion, everyone's hands still clapped red.
Zhai Da and the others' applause gradually died down, and with a snap of his fingers, he recalled the manuscript paper. The "little guy" who had been disobedient just now returned to Zhai Da obediently.
"Isn't it amazing? Actually, once you decipher it, it's just a simple magic trick... but few people act out of curiosity, and only a small number of people actually delve into the details."
He certainly wasn't just showing off his skills.
Instead, he used this introduction to start his speech.
However, compared to the opening with magic, the subsequent speeches were rather lackluster. The top student in the grade seemed to take this speech as an opportunity to show off his writing skills, and used gorgeous words and allusions to compile a five-minute speech.
Several thousand words...
Almost every sentence is a "golden sentence", every other paragraph is an allusion, with parallelism and rhyme...
But such a density of wonderful words, squeezed together, actually fell into inferiority... Even Ding Rong in the back shook her head slightly.
She had reviewed the manuscript and advised Zhai Da that it was unnecessary. It would be enough to just give some encouragement to everyone in a standardized way, such as "Time flies, the years are like a shuttle."
Zhai Da's work is like writing an essay, and he even has a theme, which is weird.
Forget it, who made him the first?
But surprisingly, the students in the audience listened very attentively and seemed to be really stunned.
Five minutes later, Zhai Da finished his speech, put away the manuscript paper that seemed to be floating but was actually bound by transparent silk threads, and subconsciously patted the [Young Straight Stick] in his pocket.
Finally, I took a look at this special perspective and the hundreds of young faces below.
He may have countless opportunities to speak in public in the future, but it will never be to this group of people again.
Among these people, there are probably only about five of them that he really cares about. It can be said that 99% of them are just passers-by.
But when they stand together, it becomes the most profound journey they have taken in their youth.
Today, the road called high school has come to an end.
Zhai Da nodded slightly again and walked down the podium amid countless applause.
It took a long time until he returned to the team.
Regardless of the content of the speech, he is the only "high school student" speaking at the "high school graduation ceremony".
He bid a final farewell to all his classmates.
...
Outside the campus, separated by an iron fence.
Wu Yue, wearing a school uniform, looked inside.
In the end, he did not enter the campus again. When he was about to take the last step, he retreated as if possessed by a ghost.
However, he still watched Zhai Da's speech in its entirety behind the railing.
Um...I didn't understand most of it.
Pah pah pah...
Wu Yue clapped his hands subconsciously.
"You're awesome...brother!"
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