The Spring Festival passed quickly, and before Zuo You had time to spend a few days with Fu Shenzhi, it was time to go back to school again.
Fu Shenzhi was somewhat unhappy and tried to persuade Zuo You to stay at home with him for two more days. Zuo You thought about Fu Shenzhi's abnormal physical strength and flatly refused.
Even for the sake of my own waist, I have to take this course.
As soon as the senior year of high school started, I entered the state of preparation. The leisure and laziness of the winter vacation were forced to be put aside from the moment I stepped into the school gate.
Big Belly hung a large red banner on the blackboard with a big sprint slogan written on it.
"Burning the boats and sinking the boats, the 120 Qin passes will eventually belong to Chu; sleeping on firewood and tasting gall, the 3,000 Yue troops will be able to conquer Wu."
All my impressions of my senior year of high school seem to be condensed in that conspicuous banner that I can see as soon as I look up.
February, March, April, time passed by little by little, and in the blink of an eye it was the end of May, and there was still half a month left before the college entrance examination.
On this day last year, Zuo You and Wen Tong skipped class and went to the rooftop. They saw the late night of May and the lonely stars, and felt the early summer breeze gently blowing across their cheeks.
The road ahead is long, full of confusion and darkness.
That night, Wen Tong hugged Zuo You and cried. They hooked their little fingers together and agreed to run towards the future together.
Time flies, and it's the same day again. The night sky is still very dark, as dark as if there is no end to it, and a few sparse stars emit sparse faint light.
Zuo You and Wen Tong walked side by side in the dark campus. Although the scenery had not changed, their moods were very different.
Wen Tong asked in a low voice: "Ayou, which school are you going to apply to?"
Zuo You said: "Beijing University."
She wants to stay in the capital to accompany Boss Fu.
Wen Tong nodded and said carefully, "If I can perform as well in the college entrance examination as I did in the third mock exam, maybe I can also get into Peking University."
Zuo You smiled, put his arm around Wen Tong's shoulders like a good friend, and shouted excitedly, "Tongtong, see you at Peking University!"
The wind was still blowing gently, the tired moon had long since hidden in the clouds, and the dark blue night seemed to be breaking through the last darkness before dawn.
On the first day of June, a very sensational event happened in the class.
All of Wen Tong’s notebooks, error books, and exercise books were stolen. Not only did the person steal them, he also wrote five big, vicious words on the table.
“Nothing goes as planned.”
How vicious it is on the eve of the college entrance examination.
Zuo You heard about this incident as soon as she entered the classroom. A circle of classmates gathered around Wen Tong's desk, all of them talking about it or trying to comfort him. Wen Tong was lying on the desk, holding his head tightly.
Without time to think, Zuo You ran back to her seat, piled up her notebooks and exercise books and placed them all on Wen Tong's desk: "Tongtong, you use mine first."
Wen Tong's shoulders shook twice, but he never raised his head.
Seeing the five big words engraved on the table, Zuo You thought for a moment, picked up a marker and added five more words at the back: Everything will be successful.
Nothing goes as planned, everything goes as planned.
The vicious curse suddenly changed its meaning.
Zuo You's fingers rubbed the ten words: "Tongtong, don't let your imagination run wild. How about this? I'll share half of my good luck with you."
Zuo You said seriously, "This table is now a lucky table. You are the master of the table. Everything that happens will be better than you expected."
There was complete silence all around. Wen Tong finally stopped sobbing and slowly raised his tear-stained cheeks.
At this moment, a pair of hands touched the table, and the young man shouted, "I'll share half of my good fortune with you. Stop crying and wipe your tears. The more you cry, the uglier you become."
The person who came was Gu Shaolun, who threw a pack of toilet tissues on Wen Tong's desk.
After thinking for a while, Gu Shaolun said again: "Don't cry, I will definitely help you find out who is behind this and help you vent your anger, okay?"
There was a commotion around them, and another classmate stood up. "Yes, yes, we'll definitely help you find out who has such evil intentions. How about this, I'll give you half of my good fortune, half each."
The man also put his hand on the ten words on the table and touched them.
After a commotion among the students, voices began to rise one after another.
"I'll come too. I've been lucky lately, so I'll generously give you half."
"I'm not lucky. I can't give you half, so I'll give you one-third. Don't think it's too little."
"I'll take a share too. One-quarter."
"Hey, I don't care. I'm going to touch it and try your luck."
…
The last student finished speaking and touched the table slyly. The other students pretended to criticize him, saying, "How shameless!"
Another shameless classmate also raised his hand: "I want to try it too. I want to try to ride on the luck of Zuo Daxueba. Maybe I can get an extra ten points on the college entrance examination."
"Hey, hey, I want some too. Don't let my good luck go to waste. I want to get some of Zuo Xueba's luck too!"
"Count me in, count me in."
The table that just symbolized a curse has now become a symbol of good luck.
Countless hands vied to touch it, and someone held their hands and chuckled, "Okay, I won't wash my hands until the college entrance examination. This hand is riding on Zuo Xueba's luck!"
Everyone laughed and said, "Go to hell."
Wen Tong stopped crying and her face was red, like a ripe apple.
On the table, the ten large characters written with a marker had been rubbed over and over again. The first five characters had become blurred, leaving only the last five new sentences: Everything will go well.
As June slowly unfolds, everything goes well.
Hiding behind the crowd, Huang Xiaofei fiercely clenched the ballpoint pen in his hand and glared resentfully at the noisy people.
There were obvious bruises under her eyes, obviously she didn't sleep well last night.
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