Everyone is always very excited on holiday nights, and the class is bustling with activity.

Suddenly, everything became quiet, which meant something was wrong. Everyone subconsciously looked towards the back door, and sure enough, Lao Wang was standing there with his arms folded, his face looking very dark.

"Shengxia," Lao Wang's voice suddenly became soft, "Come out for a moment."

Her legs and feet are disabled after her injury, so she saves her time. Wang Wei hasn't looked for her for a long time, so it must be something important.

As expected, Wang Wei got straight to the point: "Director Li told me that you were going abroad. If you need any support from the school or teachers, please let us know. The teachers also hope that you all have a bright future."

Wang Wei knew it so quickly...

It seems that Sheng Mingfeng's so-called "discussion" was not to seek her opinion at all, but just a formality.

Shengxia didn't say anything, so Wang Wei just took it as her tacit agreement. "Then you can put other subjects aside for a bit. Although some universities also look at high school grades, they don't carry much weight. Our grades don't have much reference value for them. You should just learn the language well."

"Um."

Wang Wei said: "Originally, your teacher Fu found a self-enrollment plan for you, but there are many conditions and it is very difficult. Secretary Sheng has already made plans for you. Going abroad is actually a very good choice. If you create enough conditions, you can go to a good university abroad."

Shengxia didn't really listen to what was said afterwards, she just quickly grasped the key points: "Teacher, what is independent enrollment?"

"From Heqing University. I forgot what major I was in, but it was Chinese language."

"Heqing University?"

Wang Wei smiled and said, "Yes, but this was originally included in the principal's real-name recommendation quota, but you didn't study in the affiliated high school in your first and second years of high school, so you are not considered a complete affiliated high school student, so this option is not feasible."

Only provincial key schools have the principal’s real-name recommendation, which is naturally not available at No. 2 Middle School.

Shengxia: "So, there is another way?"

Wang Wei figured out something and suddenly looked at her seriously: "Don't you want to go abroad?"

Shengxia frowned slightly and nodded gently.

Wang Wei sighed, remembering when Shengxia first came, he asked her why she chose science, and her answer was that her family chose it for her.

Now is another important crossroads, and girls aged seventeen or eighteen still do not have the right to make their own choices.

But Wang Wei felt that midsummer was a little different.

Compared to the resignation she showed at that time, there was now a force in her eyes that seemed to burst out without breaking through any resistance.

Although faint and obscure.

Wang Wei revealed: "You can ask Teacher Fu for details. She said the conditions are very strict. No one in her three classes can meet them. Even in the entire affiliated middle school, it is difficult for anyone to meet them."

The conditions are very stringent, and few people in the entire affiliated high school can meet them.

Shengxia didn't know what the conditions were, and she had no confidence, but since Teacher Fu thought of her, didn't it prove that she had a glimmer of hope? Something called "hope" seemed to have revealed its sharp corners, nagged her, and said mischievously: Hey, catch me!

The midsummer is itchy.

"Does Teacher Fu have evening classes tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, in Class 22."

Shengxia: "Teacher, I want to ask Teacher Fu."

"Now?" Wang Wei was surprised and looked at her legs. "Don't worry about it. I'll call Teacher Fu and ask her to come down after class."

"No need!" Shengxia said anxiously, "I'm almost well, and I can walk without crutches now."

Wang Wei: "Then be careful and ask Zhang Shu to go with you."

Shengxia: "No, no, teacher, I'll be back soon."

Shengxia went upstairs. She didn't know why she was in such a hurry, nor why she had to go up by herself. Maybe she had a feeling of taking a gamble. She always felt that she had to put something on the line, and then said, God, please give me good news because I'm trying so hard and want it so much.

But she was not trying to be brave. She had not used crutches to fetch water for the past two days, so it was not painful to go back and forth. After all, she had to go to the fifth floor, so she still carefully put on her crutches and slowly walked up the stairs. When she reached the fifth floor, the view in front of her suddenly opened up.

She had been on the first floor and had no idea what the view from the fifth floor was like.

The Affiliated High School is an integrated building, with all teaching buildings and office buildings connected by corridors, allowing for smooth passage even on rainy days.

On the fifth floor, you can see the green space, flowers and shrubs on the corridor, which looks like a sky garden.

If you come out to take a look at this kind of scenery after you are tired from studying, your tiredness will be instantly dispelled, right?

Although there is a garden on the first floor, it is not a different kind of scenery at all.

Just for this reason, this trip is not in vain.

Class 22 was right next to the stairs. She walked past Yu Daoming on crutches. Fu Jie saw her at a glance, hurried over, and took her to a seat outside the corridor of Class 22.

The students in the class were looking around, and Fu Jie shouted, "Learn from your own students!"

Most people turned their eyes away and went about their own business, except for a tall man at the back who still stretched his neck.

Shengxia was slightly surprised, that was...Han Xiao?

"Are you here to ask about Henan University's self-recruitment?" Fu Jie understood. "Why don't you just give me a call?"

Shengxia lowered her head and said, "It's stuffy in class, I want to come up and get some fresh air."

Fu Jie immediately responded: "Did Zhang Shu bully you?"

Shengxia was startled and looked at Fu Jie in a daze.

"Haha, I'm not kidding you," Fu Jie said seriously, "You participated in the Wutong Tree Essay Competition before and won first prize, right?"

Shengxia nodded: "Yeah."

"But now the policy of recommending students for admission based on essay competitions has been cancelled."

"Yes, I know."

I didn't participate in the competition for the sake of admission, I just liked it.

"For the self-recruitment program of Henan University, the admission score can be lowered to the first-tier line, but it is a little different from other self-recruitment programs," Fu Jie took out her mobile phone and clicked on the official website of Henan University.

That night, Shengxia browsed the official website of Heqing University, but did not click on "Admissions" because she felt it had nothing to do with her.

From recommended students, high-level art troupes, high-level sports teams, to overseas Chinese from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, and international students, Henan University's admission methods and target groups are still very broad. In addition to the college entrance examination, there are also the Strong Foundation Plan and the Dream Building Plan, most of which are aimed at competitive students.

Fu Jie clicked on the Strong Foundation Plan and found history, archaeology, philosophy, and Chinese language and literature among the recruiting majors.

"That's it, Chinese language and literature, but it's not that simple." Fu Jie clicked on the enrollment brochure.

"It's a newly established major, with a focus on ancient Chinese literature. You can't change your major while you're in school. Not to mention the unknown future of the major, you can probably guess from the sound of it that it's probably going to be rather boring."

Ancient Chinese literature, Shengxia has a superficial concept, "I am not afraid of being boring. I like Chinese."

Fu Jie smiled and said, "Other self-recruitment programs only require competition scores, and then written tests and interviews. This is different. There are no written tests and interviews. You can register if you meet the requirements, and you can lower your score if you pass the review. However, the conditions are very strict. There are rules to follow for competitions, and there are competition classes to attend, but this one doesn't have that."

In addition to the common requirements of full-time high school graduation and political correctness, the substantive conditions for admission are:

1. Publish one work in a national literary journal, or five works in a provincial literary journal;

2. Publish one literary work (more than 100,000 words) in a B-level or above publishing house;

3. Win third prize or above in a provincial literary competition;

…

…

Only then did Shengxia understand what harshness meant.

You should know that publishing works in national literary journals is the threshold for provincial writers' associations.

"You have no problem with the third item. Do you also have the provincial publications?" Fu Jie asked.

Shengxia replied: "Yes, I have published four pieces, but one of them is a poem."

Fu Jie raised her thumbs up: "Five poems count as one chapter, if not, then it would be three chapters."

Shengxia made a rational analysis: "Provincial publications may not be that difficult..."

Hearing this, Fu Jie's eyes widened, and she looked at Sheng Xia with admiration and shock. Sheng Xia then felt that she had boasted too naturally, and felt a little embarrassed. She whispered, "I still have some manuscripts saved, you can submit them."

Fu Jie said: "The difficulty lies in publishing."

It can be said that this enrollment is reserved for those who are prepared, and it is absolutely impossible to meet this condition by cramming at the last minute.

Not to mention how difficult the first and second items are, even the third item, a provincial literary competition, would be a waste of time if you have not participated in it before.

B- and A-level publishers have very high requirements for literary quality, and the publishing process will take at least half a year. Even if there is some room for maneuver, three months is the fastest.

The announcement of this self-recruitment was just released at the end of December, and the registration period was set from April 10 to April 15. Publishing a book during this period is simply a fantasy.

Unless in stock.

"Teacher, I have written some poetry appreciations. An editor has asked me to submit my manuscripts for publication in a collection, but the request was from a Class C publisher and my article is not long enough," Shengxia analyzed calmly.

She had thought about it before, that she would organize it carefully after the college entrance examination, add some content, and then submit it.

Fu Jie discovered that this usually taciturn student was a real treasure. "How many are there?"

"There are more than thirty articles, each of which is about 2,000 words. So, there are about 60,000 words in total, right?"

"Oh my God!" Fu Jie was overjoyed. Although the number of words was not enough, it was already surprising that a high school student had written more than 30 poems. "If I can write the required number of words, how long will it take you?"

Shengxia counted, "I can finish one article in two to three hours at night, plus revisions, which takes about a month."

One month, the time is very tight. I was expecting it to be released by the end of April, but it's too tight.

Fu Jie hesitated.

Although this speed is beyond the reach of others, whether it can be released in the end is a question. Spending so much effort is like taking a gamble at this time.

You should know that this time is used to consolidate and review, and I believe it will also have a good effect. Moreover, Shengxia's current academic performance is not stable, and it is possible that she will fall below the first-tier line. If she fails to pass the first-tier line in the end because she has to meet the self-recruitment conditions, it will be a waste of effort.

"It's very risky." Fu Jie concluded.

Shengxia's eyes sparkled, and she said gently but firmly, "Teacher, I want to give it a try."

Fu Jie met Sheng Xia's eyes and suddenly realized that what she said before was wrong. The girl in front of her was not Jasmine, she was more like a snow willow with withered branches blooming.

Gold is precious, but also strong. Once it blooms, it will last forever.

"Okay, I'll contact the publishing house for you." Fu Jie agreed.

"Thank you, teacher. By the way, some publications are not approved for listing, but for obtaining a book number after finalization. Can you help me ask the admissions teacher at Henan University how they approve this?"

Fu Jie was surprised at Sheng Xia's knowledge of this aspect. She spoke so clearly and confidently. She nodded and said, "Then you..."

Before Fu Jie could finish her words, a figure appeared at the staircase entrance.

It's really a surprise.

The young man seemed to be running up in a hurry. When he reached the top, he almost failed to brake and crashed into the wall. He blocked it with his arms, bounced back, and then looked around.

After seeing Shengxia sitting there quietly, the boy breathed a sigh of relief, panting as he walked over, holding his waist and standing beside the table, "Why are you running around? You can go up to the fifth floor in one breath without any pain in your waist or legs. Don't you know that going upstairs is easier than going downstairs? There will be people everywhere after class. If you fall, you will be lame for two months?"

Shengxia stared blankly at the angry Zhang Shu.

What is he angry about again?

Fu Jie smiled brightly, looking at the impetuous boy, and jokingly said, "Zhang Shu, you don't know how to say hello to the teacher when you see him?"

"Hello, teacher." Zhang Shu followed suit, but his tone sounded extremely perfunctory, and his eyes did not move, staring at Shengxia without blinking.

At this time, more and more students from Class 22 looked up. They stretched their necks to look around, whispered to each other, and the expressions on their faces could be described in two words: watching a show.

Han smiled with his big white teeth and gave Zhang Shu a thumbs up...

Fu Jie sighed: "Alright, you two go down and stop making our class uneasy." They all went crazy.

"Are you going or not?" Zhang Shu looked at the girl who was as still as a mountain.

Shengxia stood up hesitantly.

The two of them went to the staircase.

Zhang Shu squatted down in front of her and turned his head slightly, "Come up."

"I can walk by myself." She has been walking up the stairs by herself in the morning and afternoon recently, and he knows that.

"Hurry up!" He seemed to be losing his patience.

Shengxia looked at the strong back in front of her, and for some reason, a feeling of sadness rose in her nose.

The emotions that had been accumulating for several days seemed to surge up all at once.

His concern for her was sometimes really too much. She was no longer the only one who misunderstood. It seemed that since the school sports meet, she had been receiving interested glances and teasing remarks from people around her.

Although Shengxia has never been in love, she has had several experiences of being liked and matched.

At first she would have some reaction, but after a few times she became numb and just pretended she didn't see or hear anything.

After all, gossiping and spreading rumors cost nothing, but responding and refuting do cost energy.

She didn't want to spend her precious energy, which was already insufficient, on something so uncertain.

But some of his words and actions always made her lost and entangled.

The day she came back from Binjiang Square, she felt that something was different between her and Zhang Shu.

The easiest way for people to become truly familiar with each other is to have each other's secrets. He described his family and conveyed a kind of empathy to her - he also had the pressure she had and had been troubled.

She felt the pain in her heart deeply, and also gathered the courage to change the status quo.

At that moment she felt deeply her closeness to him.

After that day, their simple desk-mate relationship seemed to have been torn apart, and they watched each other cautiously and tested each other carefully.

Unable to advance, unable to retreat.

She knew that this stage was called "ambiguity".

However, recently, Zhang Shu seemed to want to plug this hole with his own hands, and he took the lead in retreating.

Why is that? Is it because the person he really likes has finally taken the initiative towards him? And is he feeling conflicted?

Shengxia is not transparent enough in this regard, but she is sensitive enough.

She could sense that he seemed to like her a little, but also seemed not to like her enough.

At least, probably not as good as someone you've liked for several years.

So sometimes he was fierce to her, and sometimes he was very nice to her.

Look at your legs in midsummer, it's because of this.

Is it because of the boy's inherent desire to protect the weak, or because he feels indebted to her, that a brief and superficial affection sprouts in such soil?

Soon, she would be well again. Soon, the semester would be over. Soon, he would no longer be so entangled.

Soon, her little flame was extinguished.

But, at this point, she actually felt a little greedy for the feeling of him taking care of her.

Once her leg is completely healed, maybe there will be no chance for him to carry her on his back anymore?

Midsummer indulges itself and slowly lies on the broad back.

He walked steadily, and Shengxia held his neck tightly with both hands.

Everyone is in class at this time and the stairs are empty.

The stairs are outdoor circular, and beyond the railings, the view is wide and the scenery changes with every step.

She lay on his back, looking at the scenery on the fifth floor, the fourth floor, the third floor, and the second floor one by one.

It was already dark. The brightly lit city and the shimmering river in the distance, the camphor-lined avenue lit by street lights nearby, and the lawn dotted by ground lights like a starry sky... were all in sight.

Every frame is like a slow motion shot in a movie, so beautiful that it makes people trance-like. In the deep or shallow depth of field, his back is the eternal focus.

This scenery will probably never be forgotten in midsummer.

When they were about to reach the first floor, Shengxia mustered up her courage and asked softly, "Zhang Shu..."

The boy's back stiffened. It had been a while since he heard her call his name so gently.

"What?" His tone softened.

"Are you hoping that my leg will get better soon?"

"Nonsense," he replied.

Although Shengxia knew that his answer had no other meaning, it was full of blessings.

But my heart still tightened inexplicably.

She knew before that love might not be a wonderful emotion.

But she didn't expect it to taste so sour.

This can't go on.