Chapter 3 Declaration
In the end, Jiang Zhao and Luo Yan returned to the last row of the fourth group.
Chen Bailing came in later and sat in front of Jiang Zhao.
Wang Guoxiong arranged the seats and asked several boys in the class to move the books.
Jiang Zhao, as the newly appointed math class representative, was barely a class committee member, but she also called him over.
In Wang Guoxiong's words, wake up early to serve classmates.
Luo Yan naturally didn't have to go, as Wang Guoxiong arranged a special task for him.
Jiang Zhao knew that he would be giving a speech as a representative of the freshmen at the opening ceremony tomorrow, so he was asked to go to the playground to familiarize himself with the process.
As soon as the book-moving team left the classroom, Lin Chongyang jumped to the front of the team. He cupped one hand in front of his mouth like a trumpet and waved with the other: "Hello, hello, fellow passengers from Class 1. Now on our left is the classroom for Senior One and Two."
The window of Class 2 facing the corridor was not closed, and everyone inside turned to look at him.
The head teacher of Class 2 was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, and he also noticed their movements.
Lin Chongyang didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Okay, the one staring at me now is our future physics teacher, Mr. Kong Yixian."
Everyone inside and outside the classroom laughed.
Go down from the third floor and you will find the Academic Affairs Office on the first floor of the next building.
In 2013, there was no ban on "promoting top scorers", and the top scorers in each province were the focus of attention every year.
The corridor leading to the Academic Affairs Office is filled with signs showing photos of outstanding graduates from Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School. On one side are the top ten students in the province in the liberal arts and science exams, and on the other side are students who applied to prestigious foreign universities in the same year.
The top row of each year's plaque must feature the top scorer in the liberal arts or science section of the college entrance examination.
The graduates smiled proudly on it, and below the photo were written their names, scores and a declaration.
Jiang Zhao thought of the photo of Luo Yan she saw at school.
She remembered Luo Yan's declaration: The cherry blossoms have bloomed three times.
The area under their school's teaching building is full of cherry trees.
In the third year of Mingyuan, the cherry blossoms bloomed three times.
There were no teachers on the road, so the boys studied the honor roll.
None of the science students on the list had college entrance examination scores below 7. I’ve become numb to the number 7 after seeing it so many times.
"It's just a negligible score. So pretentious."
Several heads came over.
Someone said: "I write GoodGoodStudyDayDayUp."
Lin Chongyang laughed provocatively: "Then I will write that everyone not present is garbage."
The voices of the boys, whether they had changed or not, mixed together, some loud and some soft, like a group of ducks just landed. The sounds echoed in the empty corridor of the Academic Affairs Building, startling the Dean of Studies and causing him to come out.
"What are you doing outside?"
There was a roar from the Academic Affairs Office.
The principal's surname was Hu. He wore a dark blue polo shirt and had a standard Mediterranean hairstyle. His hair was completely bald in the middle, and a few strands of hair were parted on each side to cover his shiny forehead.
Lin Chongyang saluted and said, "Teacher, we are here to get the books for Class 1, Grade 1."
Upon hearing that it was a key class, Director Hu's attitude softened significantly: "Class one, right? That's the one on the outermost pile."
The school prioritized key classes, and their class only had 40 students. But the high school freshman class had a multitude of subjects: Chinese, math, English, physics, chemistry, biology, politics, history, and geography were all taught simultaneously. Compulsory subjects one, two, and three were delivered together, and each had its own accompanying tutorial book.
A group of people returned with a full load.
Jiang Zhao was walking behind the group, and Lin Chongyang came over and asked, "Student Jiang, which junior high school did you go to?"
"Mingyuan."
Lin Chongyang was very outgoing. "Why haven't I seen you before? Haven't you participated in the school summer camp?"
Jiang Zhao smiled and said, "My junior high school grades were not good, so I'm not qualified."
"It's okay, as long as I do well in the high school entrance exam."
"Good luck." Jiang Zhao said.
Lin Chongyang hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the question he wanted to ask: "Have you known Yanshen before?"
Jiang Zhao shook his head.
"Then why did he ask you to be his deskmate?"
And rejected him.
Jiang Zhao thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he cares about his classmates and is worried that I won't have anyone to form a group with."
Lin Chongyang was choked for a moment, and when he reached the classroom door, he managed to utter: "He will care about his classmates. I will give you my head."
When I returned to the classroom, Luo Yan had not returned yet.
Jiang Zhao helped him get a textbook.
Wang Guoxiong reminded everyone one last time to remember to wear school uniforms tomorrow and announced the disbandment.
Jiang Zhao packed her things, took out her old Nokia from her bag, and dialed the number she remembered.
The phone rang for a long time before it was connected.
Jiang Wei's voice came from the other side: "Hello, Zhao Zhao?"
Jiang Wei is very busy at work and rarely goes home, and Jiang Zhao is reluctant to go back either.
When she was in junior high school, she applied to live on campus and rarely went home unless the dormitory was closed.
Jiang Zhao rarely called, and Jiang Wei asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." Jiang Zhao leaned on the table: "We will report to school today."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. "How's school? How are your classmates? Have you eaten?"
"It's pretty good. I like it very much. My deskmate is the top scorer in this year's high school entrance exam." Jiang Zhao said, "I haven't gone to dinner yet. When are you coming home?"
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone: "I don't have time at the moment. Do you have enough money?"
Jiang Wei is not good at expressing his feelings, and the way he cares for his daughter is to transfer money.
"That's enough." Jiang Zhao sighed, "Okay, then call me when you get back."
"If you don't have enough money, tell me."
After Jiang Zhao hung up the phone, he saw that Luo Yan had returned and was packing his things.
The two of them were in the last row of Group 4. Their class of sixty only had forty people sitting in it, and the back of the room was so empty you could do a backflip. Jiang Zhao hadn't noticed when he came back.
Luo Yan looked at the neatly stacked books on the table and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He stuffed the book into the drawer, put on his backpack, and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"
"Oh, let's go, let's go." Jiang Zhao hurriedly followed.
The path at the back door of the school is planted with various flowers. Outside the iron fence, the trees on the road are tall and lush, casting shadows that cover the entire path, leaving only mottled sunlight on the ground.
The two walked side by side.
Jiang Zhao asked knowingly, "What does the teacher want to see you about?"
"Tomorrow is the opening ceremony," he said. "The freshman representative will give a speech."
The breath of youth is like grass and trees after rain, clear and quiet.
Jiang Zhao quietly looked at his profile.
Luo Yan is very tall. Jiang Zhao was already over 1.7 meters tall when he was in the first year of high school, and he is half a head taller than him.
From Jiang Zhao's perspective, what he saw was Luo Yan's thin and bright lips, high nose bridge, and long eyelashes that cast a small shadow under the sunlight, enclosing the small mole at the end of his eye, adding a bit of coldness to his face.
In the following time, she met many people, and of course there were many suitors among them.
But Jiang Zhao never felt moved again. When she looked at those chosen ones by others, the affectionate confessions they gave her were not as moving as finding an authentic Chinese restaurant or solving a math problem.
Jiang Zhao also once wondered whether the boy in his memory was really perfect and impeccable, or whether it was because of the irreversible time that a filter called youth was put on him.
This is a conjecture that is destined to have no answer.
Time cannot go back, and she has no way to control the variable of time to find the relationship between the dependent variable and the independent variable.
But walking on the path he had walked countless times, Jiang Zhao suddenly felt that the answer was no longer important.
Their lives are connected by the only common denominator: youth.
There are already many students waiting for the bus at the bus stop, each of them with excitement on their face, looking forward to their future high school life.
"you…"
"I…"
The two people spoke and shut up at the same time.
Jiang Zhao smiled and said, "Classmate, can I add your phone number?"
She wanted to mention WeChat, but when the words were on the tip of her tongue, she remembered that her flip phone Nokia did not have the WeChat function.
"Can."
Jiang Zhao quickly took out his phone and said, "Please enter the number and I'll call you."
Luo Yan took the phone and dialed his own number.
While he was typing on the phone, Jiang Zhao stared at his hands.
The boy has long and slender fingers, his nails are trimmed neatly and smoothly, with white crescents on them.
Luo Yan returned the phone to Jiang Zhao, who took it happily and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"
The girl always smiles, and her eyes turn into a crescent moon.
"I was going to ask for your phone number." Luo Yan turned his head away. Just then, bus No. 62 arrived at the station. He said, "I'm leaving. See you tomorrow."
Jiang Zhao waved his hand: "See you tomorrow."
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