tall rose

Chapter 6 VI

According to the class schedule, today there are three evening classes of Chinese, mathematics, and geography, and two self-study sessions.

But the teachers all agreed that it was the first day of school, and they were allowed to study on their own in the evening class, and occasionally came into the classroom to check around.

Then they are allowed to freely go to the office to ask questions.

With the study habits developed over two years and the accumulation of knowledge in textbooks, Yang Sheng became familiar with self-study.

Unknowingly, he passed the self-study Chinese class. He pulled out the math test paper from his desk, and then slipped to the office to find a math teacher.

The deskmate was a gentle girl with a distinctive name, Qiu Guanghaoyue. She got up to make room for him, and said, "I want to borrow your math notes."

Miss Haoyue has always taken good care of him. After all, Yang Sheng refused to stay in his seat after class. The girl often restrained the sleepiness caused by class and got up to give him a seat before sitting down to catch up on sleep; Remind him when meeting Duke Zhou, and let him avoid the scorching eyes of the teachers.

So Yang Sheng handed the notebook to Haoyue very straightforwardly, "If there are any words that I don't understand, just ask later."

Well, his notes are rich and informative, but the words are not very fancy.

Haoyue said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm used to it anyway."

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Sheng has also been at the same table with this girl for more than a year, since he entered the second year of high school.

In order for Yang Sheng not to affect other people's study, Lao Lu arranged Haoyue to be Yang Sheng's deskmate after careful consideration.

He also warned Yang Sheng that if Haoyue's grades declined, he would ask Yang Sheng for it.

The head teacher is quite unreasonable. Of course, Haoyue is a well-known down-to-earth student in the class, even if she has a monkey tethered by her side, she can calmly continue with the matter at hand.

Over time, Yang Sheng also developed a tacit understanding with her.

Oh, yes, Haoyue is also one of the few girls in the class who doesn't yell at Yang Sheng and Jiang Yanxu, but after the fight happened, she calmly asked him a few words.

One of them is: "Is it okay to be hurt?"

The second of them is: "As long as you walk upright and sit upright, you don't care about other people's opinions."

For this reason, Yang Sheng's respect for Haoyue went up to a higher level (before, he thanked her for her kindness in guarding the sentry), calling him "Sister Yue" made him extraordinarily considerate.

I came to the teacher's office with ease and found the desk of the math teacher by the window.

And the math teacher Yang Yi, who had changed into pink clothes, was looking at him with a smile.

When sister Yi is not in class, she is very easy to get along with; but if she is in class, Yang Sheng shudders: It is comparable to opening the ice and snow field, and the entire floor around can be frozen Drop the icicles.

That's not an exaggeration. In the hottest summer, the air conditioner in the class was turned on at 16°C. Sister Yi stepped on the sky and walked in. The big brother who was in charge of the air conditioner consciously adjusted the temperature to 27 or 8°C. .

But after a class, everyone said that it was colder than the 16°C air conditioner.

The heart is cold, and the courage is also cold.

After the chills were over, he quickly brought the paper to Sister Yi, and Yang Sheng lowered his eyes and began to ask questions methodically.

It is much better to ask sister Yi questions in private than in class, at least sister Yi can point out the problem to him with a smile.

Usually in class, everyone looks at the blackboard and listens to her lectures. If you bow or turn your head in the middle, she can definitely pick you out of the crowd with sharp eyes, and use her chilly voice to make you stand up or go out. stand.

There is no humor and ridicule in math class, and there is no insertion//introduction of irrelevant topics, only one question after another, and continue with one question.

Yang Sheng thought that mathematics was the most efficient of all courses.

It's not that sister Yi has the same surname as him, and he is partial, or it's really a peer foil... There is no connotation of a class teacher here.

After the statement of the question was finished, Sister Yi also scanned the questions, turned the paper in front of Yang Sheng, tapped the paper with her index finger with brightly painted nails, "Read the question again."

Yang Sheng didn't dare to ask more questions, he read the question from the beginning to the end in a proper manner... Then: "I see, teacher, I missed a condition just now!"

Sister Yi still had a smile on her face, but her voice became serious: "Yang Sheng, I have never been worried about your math results, because you really have a quick brain. But you are sloppy in reviewing questions and easily impatient. This habit has been brought to the college entrance examination room. Can't go up."

"I will try my best to correct it." Yang Sheng drooped his head, but said seriously, "Thank you teacher."

It's all self-study, and the math teacher came in and gave two questions.

Xia Zang has no objection to self-study. Since last semester, he has chosen to attend lectures according to his own situation, and at other times he also studied by himself.

When he first entered the second year of high school, his grades were considered average in the class, neither high nor low. According to the teacher in charge, he was stuck on the thread of the heavy book.

"You want an extra ten or twenty points in mathematics." The old class sighed, "And your comprehensive science, I said at the time that you are good at English and Chinese, why did you choose science?"

Xia Zang lamented the old class in one ear and out the other, thinking about what his mother said, boys are better at learning.

Although it seems that there is a bit of gender stereotyping in it now, but he chose to choose, and he does not have the ability to travel back and change his class choice.

I have to do what I can, and tinker with the weak items.

Putting the wrong questions into the wrong question book, Xia Zang flipped through the lower layers of paper. He bought a 16-carat thumb-knuckle-thick book for doing wrong questions, and now he has collected half of the book.

In my spare time, I picked out the wrong questions and did it honestly, and finally compared with the correct solution to see if I have mastered it. Xia Zang relied on this deadly method to pull his math score from the passing line to 120 points little by little.

But still not enough.

Xia Zang's goal is not only the main line.

Although the Yunshan County Senior High School where he is located is the only key high school in the county, its repayment rate is only 40%, and among them, very few students can pass the 985 and 211 exams.

Science...you have to be at least in the top [-] in your grade to be safe.

There is no way, there are many monks in the temple, and the quality of education in the school is far behind the main city.

Fortunately, he has also touched the edge of [-] points, although only once.

Speaking of which, at the end of the senior high school entrance examination, Xia Zang could go to school in the main city, after all, his mother and uncle were there.

However, his father withheld his household registration, so that he could only go to school in the local household registration.

Obviously at that time, the chaos was comparable to the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union. Driving him out even cut off his source of income, but he was not allowed to leave Yunshan, a small closed county.

Just like how I treated my mother back then.

Father thought he was too young to remember anything.

Xia Zang also doesn't know how much he remembers. Human memory is the most unreliable thing in the world. For example, the English words he memorized before class are now forgotten in pieces.

After putting away the wrong book, just as the get out of class bell rang, Xia Zang pulled out the vocabulary booklet and continued to carry the cornered page.

Repeat, repeat in time, repeat many times, and you will always remember it.

This is the third year of high school, the future he saw when he entered the campus with red brick walls and green fences from the first year of high school.

He has to use this year to fight for a chance to completely escape his father's control.

Get a score that far exceeds the main line, leave the county, or even go out of the province.

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't intend to go to the main city to go to university, but he didn't know where to go.

In the territory of 960 million square kilometers, there is always a place where he can stay.

Xiao Jiang's boyish heart is still eager to move in the dull evening self-study.

Yang Sheng had no choice but to waste a class break, continuing to talk to this little classmate about his short-lived relationship history that can be said to be non-existent.

"Borrowing from Lao Lu's words, your first task now is to focus on studying, and don't think about things all day long." Yang Sheng put his hands behind his back and sighed, imitating Lao Lu's tone and demeanor ten to ten .

"You will lose my good brother like this." Jiang Yanxu sniffed and warned seriously.

"If you lose it, you lose it." In the early autumn night, the wind was a bit cool, Yang Sheng supported the low wall and looked around the teaching building for a week.

The incandescent light from each classroom was very bright, and he could see the doorway of the opposite classroom, and there were students chatting in twos and threes.

It's just a pity that I can't see the stars when I look up. The air quality has not been very good in the past two years.

But he didn't want to stop his eyes, and landed on the two boys who were coming out of the teacher's office.

This is also the classmate who was beaten by him, ahem.

Yang Sheng turned his head back, taking advantage of Jiang Yanxu's chattering with great interest, he sighed under cover.

There was no way, even though the class size was huge, the number of boys in the liberal arts class was still very small, and he offended most of the male students in the class last semester.

He can guarantee that he will not have too much contact with others, but this is not seen when he looks up... I guess Lao Lu had expected this situation a long time ago, so he vaccinated him as soon as he saw him in the morning.

Yang Sheng promised Lao Lu that he would not cause trouble again. After all, he bothered Lao Lu to worry about it last time, otherwise he had not yet taken the college entrance examination, and would have left an indelible crime in the file.

Patience, patience.

It hurts a little to put a knife on the head of Ninja, but it is the best way at present.

"I thought you, Yang Sheng, should be a sensible child."

Last semester, after Lao Lu adjusted the conflict, he intentionally left Yang Sheng behind.

At that time, he was probably still angry, so Yang Sheng whispered back: "Teacher, not all students with good grades are sensible and obedient, such as me."

He hates being sensible and obedient.

"I've always been very accurate in seeing people, and I can't be wrong." Lao Lu just shook his head slightly and said, "If it's just your own business, you won't stand out."

Yang Sheng didn't answer, and leaned against the tiled wall with a low "hmm".

"Then you should endure this year for your parents." Lao Lu squeezed his fingers together and leaned back in the chair, "They still pay close attention to your academic performance."

"Teacher, didn't you say that learning is for yourself? Why do you involve others?" Yang Sheng heard himself laughing without emotion. He looked directly at Lao Lu's eagle-like eyes under his gray eyebrows, and seemed to be angry. Come up, the coercion of Lao Lu's head teacher didn't work.

Indistinctly, Yang Sheng heard a voice in his mind, saying, you are not afraid of these at all, are you?

It doesn't matter if you are beaten, punished by the teacher, or demerited by the school.

He didn't care that much, but he was usually covered up by hypocritical weakness, and Lao Lu was slowly peeling off his disguise at this time.

Realizing this, Yang Sheng could no longer take back his words, and Lao Lu took out the red cigarette case from the drawer of his desk.

"Swipe", the lighter ignited a cluster of flames, Lao Lu exhaled a puff of green smoke slightly, and replied to Yang Sheng: "But I think you don't want to disappoint your parents, or just your mother."

Hit the nail on the head.

And Yang Sheng also belatedly remembered that Lao Lu had the family situation of everyone in his class.

"Let's be blunt, Yang Sheng. As a teacher, I actually don't care why you are in this school, what kind of aspirations and goals you have."

"As long as you can concentrate on your studies and get good grades in the college entrance examination, that's enough. After all, I'm just your teacher, and I'm not a saint. You affected your college entrance examination because of this fight. To me, it's just This batch of students’ cost-reliability ratio dropped by a few percentage points.”

"But as far as you are concerned, it may affect [-]% of your own life. The same is true for your mother. She only has you as a son, unlike me who has hundreds of students."

"I saved you this time, selfishly speaking, of course it is for my own reputation; to put it a little bit nicer, it is for you to have a better life. You have been my student for nearly two years, and you should also know my temper. It’s not very pleasant to speak bluntly, but that’s the truth.”

"I hope you can listen to it."

Although Lao Lu was a little bit wordy and his words were not pleasant to listen to, Yang Sheng still felt a little relieved because of this.

Probably because of the phrase "hope", or it was really because of my mother.

The class bell swayed in the autumn wind, he let out a breath, interrupted the nagging buddy, and said, "Go to class, I don't mind dislocating your jaw if you keep nagging."

"Sheng'er, why are you so irritable now? Oh, Sheng'er, wait for me!"

Fortunately, this is the last class, so it can be regarded as getting rid of this nagging.

Before entering the classroom door, Yang Sheng subconsciously glanced towards the end of the corridor, and as expected, he saw Lao Lu striding towards this side.

Just dazed, regained consciousness and sat down, Haoyue returned the math notebook to him.

Lao Lu got on the podium, put his hands on the table, and said in a warm spring breeze: "Today's last class, let me tell you a few words. You should review what you should review, just listen to me. This college entrance examination..."

Well, without even thinking about it, Lao Lu must be dragging his feet.

If he had known this, he would not have yelled at his brother that he would go back to the residence with him, lest his brother wait for him outside.

Hey, wait, is Xia Zang really coming to wait for him?

The author has something to say:

How should I put it, I will probably write about Sheng'er's teachers in detail (after all, they are based on my high school teachers, and I am familiar with them personally).

Of course, the focus will be on our old Lu. I think that after finishing this book, I can summarize a collection of old Lu golden sentences.

Well, let's add a little side story.

It is said that in the second semester of the second year of high school, the trend of puppy love in Class [-] was very rampant, and even the grade director was alarmed.

Lao Lu, who had always turned a blind eye to such things, had no choice but to come out and deal with it.

In the last evening self-study session again, Lao Lu Feng calmly talked about "I used to have a student".

"At that time, he was also in love with a girl so desperately that he shocked the old man (father) in the end. Once the old man called me and said, Mr. Lu, how should I discipline this child."

"I just asked a question back then, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Of course he said it was the truth."

"Then I said, well, hang him up and beat him."

The whole class was silent, and everyone was trying their best to hold back their laughter, including those early lovers.

Lao Lu continued to take his time and said, "Although I don't know if he was hung up and beaten, but the child did restrain himself later, and he focused on studying hard and making progress every day."

"Of course, I don't care if you fall in love early or not. I just found out that I will directly ask your parents to take you home. They take care of what they like, and come back to school after taking care of it."

"After all, falling in love is about you or by extension, it's your family's business, and it doesn't really have much to do with me."

"I just hope that after hearing what you said, you can weigh it up for yourself."

How should I put it, Lao Lu is actually a very traditional homeroom teacher, he doesn't speak Mandarin in class, he just uses dialect.

Many ideas are very similar to Yang Sheng and his parents, but one advantage of Lao Lu is that he often does not force Yang Sheng and the others to follow his ideas.

For example, puppy love, if he hadn't been caught by the grade director ready-made, he would probably turn a blind eye to it.

He often chatted with Yang Sheng and the others, talking about things related to the class and even things that had nothing to do with the class exam. Anyway, he said everything, but he didn't ask Yang Sheng and the others to believe everything.

It's probably a bit like the kind of old man who brags about his life experience to future generations. It's to give you some ideas and ideas, but it doesn't limit you.

If you listen to it, it's good; if you don't, it's also good.

So, probably such a weird head teacher.

(Oh, my class teacher is just the prototype of Lao Lu, but he is not Lao Lu, so pay attention)