C48 The Day You Leave School

When I arrived at the classroom, the first class had already started 15 minutes ago. The math teacher was furiously knocking on the blackboard.

"First question, I'm sending you off with a sub-question!" "Half of them were wrong. Tell me, why did you choose B …"

All the students remained silent. They lowered their heads to take notes. No one seemed to have noticed me.

When the math teacher saw my expression, he was a little surprised. Perhaps he heard from the teacher in charge that something had happened to my father, so he was already prepared to not return for ten days to half a month.

Normally, he would have been a person with an explosive temper, but today, he unexpectedly swallowed back the words he wanted to curse me with.

I didn't say anything and led the paper to my seat.

One by one, some of the students turned to look at me.

The look in her eyes was not one of concern, but of a sense of crisis, as though she was "why did she come back".

Our class could be considered as having the lowest grades among the 12 classes in the grade. In the second year of the year, our school will be divided into different classes according to the final examination results. Our class just so happens to be the seventh class. For us, the 70% junior high school promotion rate is the edge of danger. Anyone who isn't careful will end up with a high school saybyeby.

A key school is a very cruel existence, and the competitive consciousness will reach its peak in the middle school exam.

My desk was piled with the books of my classmates from front to back, who reluctantly took them away to make room for me.

"Wang Wang Wang did well this time. 110 points, far higher than the grade average. What does that mean?" This meant that she had an epiphany! "…" The math teacher tripped over it and swallowed down what had happened at my house. "In short, to be able to put everything down and come back to class, it can be seen that she has realized that if she doesn't get into high school, she won't get into a university. If she doesn't get into a university, she'll never have a chance to do so in her entire life …"

The math teacher started chattering on and on about the future. Some of the students put down their pens and looked over at me.

Yet another competitor had appeared. I read it in their eyes.

Taking a notebook out of his bag, he remembered that the day before yesterday, when he was fighting with his polo shirt uncle in the car, the pen case and the BP machine had died together.

"Can I borrow a pen?" I whispered to my table.

In fact, we didn't actually sit at the same table for long. The school had a monthly system of reranking by results, and I had just moved in last week.

"..." I only have one. " she whispered, gripping her pen and shielding her notebook with her elbow.

Faintly seeing her score, 91 points.

I again whispered to my classmates around me to borrow a pen, but either pretended not to hear or said no.

The boy in the backseat rolled a pencil across the floor for me.

Junior high school has been taught the cruelty of this society from the moment they entered the school. The division of classes and ranking by results are all to let us understand that achievement determines everything. A person's identity, status, and importance all came from which class you were in and where you sat.

It was as if only black and white were left in this world, and studying well in high school was the only proper way to become a better person. Otherwise, one would have to live a life of inferiority.

"You will understand in the future when you enter society!" Every time he said this, the teacher would say it sincerely.

But I am only a junior high school students, sitting next to me to avoid the students to me made me very uncomfortable, maybe we are not friends or classmates at all, just competitors.

After class ended, I sat blankly on my seat. Some students around me are organizing notes, some are doing mock exam papers, I want to find someone to talk to, but everyone seems to be busy. I hadn't been to school in two days, and I was suddenly a stranger in this class.

Was I like them two days ago? I thought to myself.

I was busy arranging my notes after class, running to the tutorial class after school, and I had never cared about the people around me. Their happiness and worry seemed to me to be other people's business.

Anyway, I'm going to drop out of school, so I might as well not take the next class. Before the bell rings, I pack up my school bag and leave the classroom, hoping to take the opportunity to take a look around the campus in the end.

It was raining.

There was no umbrella in my bag, so I pulled out the mock exam paper and covered my head with it.

He watched as the pen on the paper was dipped by the rain and turned into tiny blue flowers.

"Hey …"

Someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

I turned around. It was a tall boy with a short, thin body, wearing a loose school jacket and new loafers.

"Is there something you need, student?" I asked.

"Do you remember me?" He was a little shy and his face turned slightly red as he said this.

I tilted my head and looked at him. He looked familiar, as if I'd seen him before, but I couldn't say his name.

"I am Zhang Peng, we were in the same class before we were divided. You sit in six rows and four rows, and I sit in seven rows and eight rows. "

Worried that I couldn't remember, he said, "It's a cartoon by Yan Mingjun, remember?"

I have an impression of what he said.

He was a classmate before the class, a boy who also liked to read comics.

All in all, my life before the third grade consisted of eating, sleeping, pooping, and reading comics. No matter what class I took, it was just a different book on the comic book. All the big and small comic shop owners outside the school were old acquaintances of mine, from hot-blooded to young girls to young men to horrors. As long as I could tell their names, I had read all the comics on the market.

But Zhang Peng and I had never spoken before. In my memory, he was already very tall at that time, and in order to not let him block the others, my teacher moved him to the back of the class.

The life of the tall and the short was destined to be on two planets.

Especially since my name destined me to fall on all fours. No matter how, I was still one head shorter than others.

I would occasionally bump into Zhang Peng at the magazine store, and that was only a little friendship. But which child at that time didn't like to read comics, so many people nodded their heads to get to know each other, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

His favorite cartoonist of the second year was Yan Mingjun. He almost didn't sell his blood to save money to buy his' Parasite Beast '. The Parasite Beast tells the story of a high school student who was parasitized on his arm by an alien spores. I was so immersed in the story that my daily routine was to ask the bookstore owner if it was new.

My thoughts drifted back to a year ago, the last time I'd intersected with the tall ones, the day I'd last hung the eighth wind ball.

Knowing that it's impossible to get to the bus stop, I did my best to rush into the comic shop a second before the downpour. Hehe, can't I watch it for free this time? I can't leave without an umbrella.

The comic book shop owner helplessly looked at me for a million minutes. Considering that I was a customer for so many years, I didn't have the nerve to chase me away. I rushed to the bookshelf and picked up the latest issue of Parasite Beast.

Almost at the same time I reached for the bookshelf, there was another hand.

Oh, this isn't a love story. Look at what you think is a good guess.

It came from a senior girl, a head taller than me, with a fierce look on her face.

But she forgot that I'm a girl too. I can't win against her, but I can flame her.

Just when I was fighting with her for three hundred rounds, Zhang Peng was currently squatting in a corner reading a book.

He was holding the first volume of Parasite.

I forgot how I tore it up back then, but as a middle school student, they all brag to each other that they have [people] outside the school, then snatch the boss's phone and call the legendary [big boss], letting [big boss] fat to beat up the other and the like.

Ask for the boss's psychological shadow area.

The torrential rain lasted for three hours. While I was fighting with the higher grade girls, Zhang Peng had finished reading the《 Parasite Beast》 silently.

At that time, the reason I remembered him was because I felt that this man was too cowardly. Even though he knew that I was his classmate, he still ignored me.

"Good …" "Long time no see …" I let out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Well, are you all right?" He smiled warmly.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little touched. Back in school until now, no one has ever asked me if I was alright.

In a split-second, the events of the past few days surged up from the bottom of his heart. Unknowingly, his eyes started to feel astringent.

"I've dropped out of school. Today is the last day to come to school. A few days later he went to America. " I was silent for a while before I shook my head and said, "The bell for class has rung. You should head back quickly."

"He left? To America? " Zhang Peng was a little shocked: "Why? Are you going with your parents? "

My father is dead, I'd like to say.

But so what if I said it? Everyone only cares about themselves. After all, this is my own problem.

"I... "The mock exam wasn't done well …" I don't know why, but I came up with such a lousy reason.

"Ah …" Because that's how you transferred? " Zhang Peng even calmly replied, "How can you not understand? Let me teach you, don't give up so easily."

With that, Zhang Peng lifted up the exam paper on my head and started reading it seriously.

"Look at this, f (x) = x + 1/x: 1 on the left..." "This is the transformation of the formula …"

Zhang Peng explained for a long time: "Did you understand it a little?"

"Zhang Peng, I just want to ask you, what class are you in?"

"Huh?" Zhang Peng couldn't react at all. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'm class one!"

It turned out to be the ultimate. True. A bookworm.

No wonder we haven't seen each other at all in a year.