On Christmas Eve evening, Yu Zhouzhou stood alone on the platform waiting for the bus.

Since the midterm exam, Xin Rui no longer wasted more than half an hour of standing on the platform and wandering around. He always stayed alone in the classroom for one hour before leaving school.

Yu Zhouzhou gently stood his left and right feet alternately, eased his feet that were almost unconscious.

During Christmas, she exchanged greeting cards with several classmates in the class. Mi Qiao and Yanyi happily accepted it. Then, one joked that she wrote a wrong letter, and the other apologized ten times, just to explain why she didn't buy the greeting card and gave it back to Yu Zhouzhou.

Yu Zhouzhou smiled. Since childhood, she has always met a warm deskmate or a back desk.

Yan Yi finally fell down in front of the thick notes. He lay on the table, and Yu Zhouzhou suddenly felt that he was so tired that he could no longer get up.

Yan Yi's midterm exam scores were not good. Every time he got a grade in a subject, his face turned gray.

Once, when the physical education class was in Yu Zhouzhou's menstrual period, she stayed in the classroom and found that Yan Yi didn't go out to take physical education classes.

Only then did she realize that Yan Yi never went out to take physical education classes. There were few boys in the liberal arts class, and the teacher was laissez-faire. Yan Yi always regarded physical education classes as self-study classes.

Yu Zhouzhou lay on the table with a bitter face and suddenly asked, "Yanyi, why are you working so hard?"

Yan Yi looked at Yu Zhouzhou with some caution, "I don't look like you, I can do it without studying hard..."

"Then why do you have to get a good grade?"

"Because... I want to get into a good university."

"So why?"

"Take a good university, continue to study for a graduate student, and then find a good job." Faced with Yu Zhouzhou's dull and unnecessary attitude, Yan Yi gradually let go.

"Make money, marry a good wife?"

"...Hmm." Why did you say so easily... Yan Yi blushed and looked at Yu Zhouzhou, who was usually casually speaking.

"My wife and children are warm on the kang," Yu Zhouzhou laughed, "What about successful people who have come out of a good university are better wives, healthier sons, and hotter kangs."

"..." Yan Yi wanted to hit the wall.

"But," Yu Zhouzhou said to himself, "Your son may not be smart, smart or not hard to study. If he works hard, he may not be able to get into a good high school. When he gets into a good high school..."

She stopped and turned around and stared at Yan Yi with a bright look, "So he became you now."

Yan Yi suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. He tried hard to get Yu Zhouzhou what he said just now out of his mind, just lowered his head, as if he was hypnotizing himself: "I don't understand your principles, I just know that I can't waste my parents' money. My family is not rich, but in order to let me go to Zhenhua to borrow, they spent 50,000 or 60,000 yuan to ask someone to provide relationships. I don't have time to think about these principles."

"I didn't tell you anything," Yu Zhouzhou smiled, "Yanyi, do you have a dream?"

Yan Yi's eyes were stuck on the math paper, and he didn't want to pay attention to her, but a string slipped out of his mouth: "My wife and children are warm on the bed."

Yu Zhouzhou laughed loudly, and Yan Yi woke up as if he was embarrassed to touch his nose.

"Actually..." Yan paused, "I learned to draw when I was a child. I learned it for a long time, for about five years. Our teacher said that I drew very well in sketching, with weaker colors, but the layout was excellent. However, my parents said that it was not a serious thing to make a living, so I stopped learning it when I was in the second year of junior high school."

"so?"

"So... I really want to be a cartoonist. I want to go to Tokyo, follow a cartoonist, be an assistant in his studio, and come back after learning..." He said a little excited, then was stunned, then leaned on the table and continued to study the analysis of geometry, ignoring Yu Zhouzhou.

Yu Zhouzhou held his chin and looked at the blue sky in the distance.

A dream that looks very similar to Xin Rui.

No wonder Wen Miao would say: "Tokyo is far away."—

The English foreign teacher in Class 3 is an old man from Australia. He is thin and always makes people feel that he is about to fall down when the wind blows. Ling Xiangqian sometimes envies those foreign guys, as if he lives without any burden and goes wherever he wants.

Europe, North America, Brazil, India, China, Japan, Mongolia... This old man's footprints have traveled all over the world.

He was very helpless about the behavior of Chinese students doing homework in his class, but he had no choice. After all, taking the oral exam during the college entrance examination was just a formality, and time was tight, so no one was willing to accompany him to chat with boring topics in class.

As soon as I saw a foreign teacher, I timidly asked, "What do you like about China, do you like Chinese food?" The age of young teeth has passed.

What surprised Ling Xiangqian was that in the lifeless class, Xin Rui was actually one of the few active students. Her impression of Xin Rui, a gloomy girl, was always at the level of "I won't learn if I don't take the college entrance examination." At this moment, her enthusiastic speech seemed to be puzzled by Ling Xiangqian.

Xin Rui's spoken language is not very good, and the Chinese English is very heavy, which should be the reason for the lack of communication with foreigners. Although it sounds fluent, communication is not a problem, but it is far from excellent.

Ling Xiangqian was bored and listened to the class without thinking, and suddenly heard the old man ask if anyone had ever encountered a thief on the bus.

She doesn't like raising her hands. The old man has said before that he hopes that students can stand up and say what they think of, and even encourages everyone: "After standing up once, it will become easy and natural for the second time. You will fall in love with this feeling of bravely standing up and talking freely."

So Ling Xiangqian stood up without thinking about it and started to use her beautiful pronunciation that she had practiced since childhood with Disney English, Xu Guozhang English, and Cambridge Children's English to tell her experience of meeting a thief on the bus. As she was talking, she found that the old man's expression was a bit strange, and some classmates around her stopped writing, looked at her, and then behind her.

Ling Xiangqian stopped, turned around, and found that Xin Rui was also standing.

Just now, when she was not looking up, Xin Rui raised her hand and the old man pointed at the girl who had spoken for the fifth time in class today. Unexpectedly, before Xin Rui could speak, the girl in front of her left suddenly stood up and began to answer questions in fluent English. Xin Rui, who had half-opened her mouth, went from surprise to gloomy. She tried to speak a few times to make a few words, but under the fluent attack of the other party, had to shut up awkwardly. It was neither standing nor sitting.

The mouth gradually tightly pursed into a line.

Ling Xiangqian gently covered her mouth.

affectation.

Ling Xiangqian stuck out her tongue.

affectation.

"Sorry." Ling Xiangqian said.

affectation.

Xin Rui seemed to have only this word left in his heart. When Ling Xiangqian made a move to amazed the room, she hurriedly sat down, showing that all this was just her unintentional mistake.

Xin Rui was left alone and the old man signaled that Xin Rui could continue, but Xin Rui suddenly realized that after hearing Ling Xiangqian's English pronunciation, she could no longer speak.

I couldn't speak, and there was a sudden fear. In front of me, I seemed to be the cold face of the junior high school Chinese teacher. Her head was buzzing, she could not hear anything or say anything. When I raised my eyes, I saw Yu Zhouzhou's sympathetic and encouraging eyes that year, which gradually blurred.
Chapter completed!