tall rose

Chapter 3 III

After moving the classroom in the second year of high school, Xia Zang discovered that his Class 34 and Yang Sheng's Class [-] were in the same building.

In their grade, classes 37 to [-] are liberal arts classes, and classes from [-] to [-] are all science classes.

Originally, the school arranged for their grades, one building for liberal arts and one building for science, but there were too many science classes to fit in one building. Their class and classes 33 and 35 next door were all driven to the empty liberal arts building.

But even so, he and Yang Sheng are still far away; their class is on the first floor, and Yang Sheng's fifth class is on the fourth floor.

Xia Zang usually only spends time on the first floor, and goes back to his residence directly after school. For a whole year like this, he never met Yang Sheng on campus.

No, they were in the same school for two years, and they had never met Yang Sheng in school.

Seeing the little hamster in front of him snorting and gnawing on the steamed stuffed bun, Xia Zang wondered for no reason, whether he was avoiding Yang Sheng on purpose, or whether Yang Sheng was avoiding him on purpose.

But the two of them didn't have any jealousy or resentment towards each other, they always got along with each other in a polite manner, deliberately avoiding the appearance that both he and Yang Sheng were stingy.

He didn't think he was that kind of person.

Well, neither is the little hamster who believes this will only call him brother.

Unknowingly, this situation has been created, well, maybe it has nothing to do with intention, but I just don't care much.

They just don't care about each other's existence.

"Sign up later, let's go there together." Xia Zang said, wanting to make some changes, "It happens that the classrooms are all in the same building."

The little hamster paused for a moment when he gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, "So it's from the same building?"

Well, it turned out that he wasn't too much, Xia Zang relaxed and said, "It's in the same building."

"I'm sorry, brother..." The little hamster lowered his head and muttered, "I didn't mean to be ignorant. You also know that there is an overpass on the fourth floor to go out, so I usually don't go downstairs."

"I didn't mean to blame you." Xia Zang said flatly.

The little hamster was pardoned, and started to gnaw on the steamed stuffed bun again, "Thank you brother."

I feel that this child is very cowardly, and he always says "I'm sorry", "Thank you" and "I'm sorry to trouble you".

While Xia Zang sighed, the redness that he saw just entering the door flashed before his eyes.

The area is quite large, accounting for one-third of Yang Sheng's back.

Bright red, with scars, it is not so much a birthmark as a burn.

But if Yang Sheng didn't say anything, he didn't have such a strong curiosity to investigate further.

A big failure in life, two years in the same school, he didn't even know where his brother's classroom was.

Although I would not go if I knew it, it is better to know it anyway.

Yang Sheng followed Xia Cang dejectedly, castigating for his negligence.

The house they share is in the community behind the school’s back door. Compared with the main entrance, the advantage of the back door is that they don’t have to work hard to climb up the hill.

The school is the only key high school in the county. It is built at the highest altitude in the county. The main entrance is at the foot of the mountain.

Yang Sheng was glad that he didn't go to day school in the past two years, but this year he hugged his stepbrother's thigh again. All in all, he didn't have to climb uphill, tears in his eyes.

Thinking about something along the way, Yang Sheng followed Xia Zang through the shade of the trees on the gentle slope, and then turned and passed the gate pavilion of the security guard.

Because he was too distracted, he almost bumped into the red and white lever that blocked the car, Xia Zang gently pulled his sleeve, "Look at the road."

"oh oh."

There is an unsheltered trail in front of it. Unknown plants grow wantonly outside the dark green fence on both sides. The sun is shining brightly at the end of the trail, and there is a touch of brick-red building shadow.

Judging by the location, it should be in the Liberal Arts Building No. [-] where their classrooms are located.

Because it is the youngest of all the teaching buildings in the school, Building No. [-] is the outermost building.

Moreover, the Science Building No. [-] and the Liberal Arts Building No. [-] all have serious names, such as "knowledge and practice" and "broad knowledge".

Only Building No. [-] is like a little cabbage that no one loves. If it is Building No. [-], it is just Building No. [-], without any serious name.

Fortunately, no building competes with it for numbering. When people say Building No. [-], it must be it; unlike other buildings, you have to say "knowledge" and "broad knowledge" to know which building it is.

The second advantage of being the youngest is that the layout is new enough and the area is spacious enough.

Although it is imitated by its predecessors, with brick infrared watch, square courtyard, greening in the courtyard, orchids, grasses and osmanthus trees, the corridors are definitely the most spacious and bright, and new anti-theft doors are installed at the front and back of the classrooms.

Just by raising your eyes, you can say a warm and friendly greeting to the red dot camera.

Yang Sheng and the camera in the corridor in front of Class 34 were staring wide-eyed, Xia Zang quickly took out the key and opened the classroom door.

"Aren't you going to your classroom?" Xia Zang asked.

"I don't have a key." Yang Sheng replied honestly, and the person in charge of the key probably wouldn't come to school before eight o'clock.

It's just registration, it's too early, bro.

"Then you come in and clean the classroom with me." Xia Zang was not polite to him, and stretched out his hand to drag him into his classroom.

I have to say that the classrooms of the science classes are indeed much more spacious. At a glance, there are only fifty sets of desks and chairs.

The liberal arts students shed tears of envy.

According to the normal ratio of arts and sciences, there are more than 3000 students in their first grade, and there are more than 800 liberal arts students, which is almost the same. But after the division is over, the number has risen to more than 1000.

The school gritted its teeth and gave a quota of [-] liberal arts classes, but even if it was divided into each class, the number was still too much.

There were 82 students in the fifth class where Yang Sheng was. The old class put in all the desks and chairs without leaving any gaps, so they barely accommodated the 82nd student.

Originally, their class didn't have to be so hard, but the school said that the number of people in the key class should not exceed 50, so the extra people in the key class of liberal arts fell to ten ordinary classes.

Having said that, Xia Zang's Class 34 is a science-focused class.

There is no way, Xia Zang is not like him who has been fooling around all day long. He has been strict with himself since junior high school. He scored more than 30 points higher than him in the senior high school entrance examination and entered the grade-level key class.

For these [-] minutes, before Yang Sheng was divided into arts and sciences, he often encountered worrying eyes from his mother when he returned home.

Fortunately, he got a lot of wit later, and chose liberal arts to stay in Class [-], because the content of the college entrance examination was different, which prevented his mother's worries caused by comparison from the root.

Xia Zang and his class were quite tidy. Yang Sheng swept from the podium to the back door, only a layer of fine dust and a little paper scraps.

Looking up again, Xia Zang, who had gone out to wash the rag, came back from the front door, strolled to the podium, bent down, lifted a whiteboard, fumbled in the drawer of the podium, and took out a blue marker.

Yang Sheng leaned forward curiously, Xia Zang had already wiped the whiteboard clean with a damp rag, then threw the rag on the table, and wrote neatly with a blue marker: "The distance to the college entrance examination: 279 days. "

The board is a little wet, and the blue ink is smudged, but the 279 is still eye-catching.

Yang Sheng remembered that his class had had such a board hanging beside the blackboard since the summer vacation at the end of last semester.

But that fashion was in the second year of high school, and Yang Sheng didn't read it carefully. Today, seeing Xia Zang's writing stroke by stroke, he has a sense of reality.

They are already in the third year of high school, and they really came to the critical moment that the old class and the teachers often mentioned.

"Are you scared?" Xia Zang looked up at him.

"There's nothing to be scared about." Yang Sheng poked his neck, "I've been waiting for this year."

Xia Zang didn't answer his words, he carried the board to the other side of the blackboard, and hung it on the iron nail on the white wall.

In this way, the students sitting under the podium can basically see it when they look up.

The countdown to death is so terrifying.

Yang Sheng, who said he was not afraid, shivered violently at this moment.

"Brother, I'm going to visit my classroom now, bye."

It's still too late to go to the classroom and start learning.

After all, after the summer vacation, the old class suggested that some of the books could be kept at school, and there was no need to take them all home.

"One is that there are too many books, and it is not easy for you to recite them; the other is that you will not open them when you recite them."

Yang Sheng thought that Lao Ban was right, so he didn't recite a single book.

In addition, the summer vacation is only about [-] days long, and he has to look around for a house, so he doesn't have the leisure time to read a book.

As a result, he climbed up to the fourth floor and was blocked from studying by the anti-theft door of his own classroom.

So when exactly is the comrade with the key coming?

Just as he was thinking, the sound of talking and laughing and footsteps in the corridor and outside the corridor came to his ears, one after another, everyone came to report.

But as soon as he looked back, he happened to meet the old Wang next door who was coming from the stairs.

Cough cough, this old Wang next door is the head teacher of Class Six of their brother's class, and also the political teacher of their two classes. His surname is Wang and his name is Tianyong.

"Hello, Mr. Wang!" Yang Sheng said hello squarely.

"It's quite rare, Xiao Yang." When Lao Wang saw him, he raised a foxy eye in surprise, "You came so early?"

"No, on the first day of the third year of high school, you have to be active." Yang Sheng said embarrassingly, "But the classroom door was not opened."

"Oh, your teacher Lu gave me the spare key of your class." Lao Wang fumbled in his pocket for a while, and handed him a key with an iron buckle, "Remember to return it to him after you use it up."

"Thank you teacher." Yang Sheng nodded and thanked politely.

Then he watched Lao Wang stroll towards the office before he dared to turn around and open his classroom door.

Although Lao Wang is usually gentle and gentle, and his tone of anger and swearing is not heavy, but among the six teachers, he fears Lao Wang the most.

For about the past two years, Lao Lu was nominally the head teacher of Class [-], but most of the time, Lao Wang helped take care of it.

Caught being late for school, staring at class and talking small things, most of them were done by Lao Wang without anyone noticing.

Yang Sheng remembered that he was reading a novel in his self-study class in his sophomore year of high school. He was about to put his head on the table and read it vigorously, when a slender hand covered with chalk dust pulled his novel.

He looked up and saw that it was Lao Wang.

Lao Wang flipped through his book, then put it down, knocked on the desk of his class, and without saying a word, walked out the front door with his hands behind his back.

Before Yang Sheng came up, the tablemate muttered with lingering fear: "Why is Lao Wang walking silently? You scared me to death."

Yes, walking silently is also one of the important reasons why Yang Sheng fears Lao Wang.

Open the door, facing the empty (but crowded desks and chairs piled up with books) dusty classroom, shouted: "I'm back!"

"Hehe, Yang Sheng, you are in good spirits." Liang Liangtangtang said, a teasing came from the stairs.

Yang Sheng's legs softened, and he hurriedly helped the door frame.

Looking back, it was his dear head teacher, Lao Lu, Lu Shangyuan.

"Hello, Teacher Lu." Yang Sheng handed over the key timidly, "This is what Teacher Wang asked me to give you."

"Oh, I just said why the key disappeared. It was given to you, Mr. Wang." Lao Lu took it and said thoughtfully, "By the way, Xiao Yang, why are you shaking so much?"

Xiao Yang: I won’t say that Lao Wang is the most feared anymore, obviously Lao Lu is also very scary!

"Because school has started, I'm excited, very excited." Xiao Yang replied tremblingly.

"It's good to be excited. If you can maintain this energy throughout the school year, you can choose 985 or 211." Lao Lu put the key in his pocket casually, "Don't be like before, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days .”

"I'll try my best." Yang Sheng shrank his neck, not daring to speak too much.

"Of course you're a smart kid, so it's not a big problem to post on the Internet." Lao Lu changed the subject, but said seriously, "The main thing is to try not to have conflicts with your classmates. I suppressed what happened last time, but you guys After all, they are still in my class, so we will inevitably meet."

"As for you, just bear with it. After all, I was more towards you last time. Those two children may have some complaints behind them."

"I see, thank you teacher." Yang said sincerely.

"Then where do you live now?" Lao Lu asked.

"A house rented near the school." Yang Sheng said truthfully, and after thinking about it, he added, "With my brother."

"Oh, that's okay, and we have a mutual support." Lao Lu nodded, "You go, a classmate will come later, and a few people will clean up the classroom."

While Xia Zang was clearing his seat, some classmates came one after another.

When there were more voices around him, he raised his head from the brand-new desk.

Not in the habit of greeting people, Xia Zangtuan took a dirty rag in his hand, went out from the back of the classroom, and went to the bathroom across the corridor to wash.

When I came back and passed by the teacher's office, I happened to see Teacher Luo take out the key to open the door.

It's rare to see Mr. Luo come to school so early. In the past, I had to entrust the Chinese teacher to do the morning self-study.

Xia Zang stepped forward and greeted the gentleman who was over fifty years old.

"Yo, it's Xiao Zang." Teacher Luo took back the key, smiled and shook hands with Xia Zang, "How are you doing during your summer vacation?"

"It's okay." Xia Zang replied, and he tried his best to smile back at the teacher, "Every day, I do one cloze and two readings."

"It's just that you are a down-to-earth kid." Teacher Luo said, and the voice changed, "But don't you just say it to make me happy because I teach English?"

"You teach mathematics, I will definitely say that I do the finale every day." Xia Zang calmly followed the words, "Anyway, it will definitely make you happy."

"You, if other children dare to make fun of me like this, they have to be beaten." Teacher Luo pointed at him with his index finger, but still smiled.

Xia Zang nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Teacher, for not knocking."

It was only this teacher Luo Yue who dared to joke like this to make fun of him. The main English score was the best. The teacher was gentle and gentle when he saw him.

Saying goodbye to the teacher, Xia Zang neatly folded the rags and placed them in the corner of the podium. Most of the students had already arrived, talking and laughing.

Xia Zang silently walked back to his seat by the window, the sun was dazzling.

Through the glass windows and iron fences, the Jue tree, which can only be hugged by three people, is lush and green.

He suddenly thought about whether he should go upstairs to find Yang Sheng after the registration was over.

But he didn't know when Yang Sheng would end, and it seemed that Yang Sheng didn't even have a brick machine like Nokia, so he might not be able to contact anyone by then.

It's better to go back directly after the registration is over. Anyway, Yang Sheng should have brought the key.

The author has something to say:

The author counts down the countdown to the college entrance examination...

For me, that stuff was three years ago.

But when I was in the third year of high school, I did write the countdown of our class, because I took care of the keys and arrived at the class the earliest~