On The Meteor of Youth
Song finally realized what luck it was this time.
If it weren't for Miss Su and her mother's urging, she wouldn't want to join in the fun. The province's Olympic Mathematics Competition is tantamount to a big challenge for hundreds of thousands of students in thousands of middle schools in the province. How many outstanding students from famous schools are staring at the game, rubbing their hands and showing their skills. What's her song, Meng Xue? She is only the representative of the math class in Class 3, Grade 2, Huancheng Middle School. Huancheng Middle School is an ordinary middle school, and even the key points in the district can't be ranked. She is an ordinary high school student in Song Dynasty, but she is a little interested in mathematics under the influence of her mother. Her math scores are slightly better than those of other students in the class. She is an amateur math lover at best. How dare she compete with the top students in mathematics in the middle schools attached to Yunnan University, Normal University, Kunyi Middle School and Yuxi Middle School? Before signing up, she chickened out, shook her head like a rattle and returned the registration form to the teacher: "No, I dare not go, I ... can't pass the exam." Teacher Su said with a smile, "It's a pity to give up a place in our school. You don't have any pressure. Of course, it's good to do well in the exam. It doesn't matter if you fail the exam. This is about participation. " She reluctantly accepted the application form.
When I got home, I told my mother about it and her mother urged her to go. In this way, she filled out the registration form with the feeling of playing. Although she is going to play, she is a serious girl, so she squeezed out two weekends and a few nights and asked Miss Su to help her with her math. The idea at that time was, try your best to get in, and don't bring back a duck egg to make people laugh. I didn't expect that there would be unexpected surprises in the exam.
On the day when the results of the competition were announced, she was sitting in the classroom having a Chinese class, which was the fourth class in the morning. At the end of school, deafening firecrackers sounded on the playground, and several flower magpies flew from the leafy old locust tree near the fence. The students crowded into the window to watch the fun. She thought it was a teacher at school who was setting off firecrackers to celebrate marriage or moving to a new home. She didn't care, but she still sat at her desk, trying to organize her pencil box. Suddenly, with a bang, the classroom door left unlocked was suddenly pushed open, and Miss Su came in with a small blue notebook in her hand. Teacher Su is nearly sixty years old, with white temples, unsmiling at ordinary times, and is very scholarly in his gestures, giving students the impression that he is a serious and reserved old man. But now, his face is flushed, his teeth and gums are exposed with laughter, and his steps are jumping, just like a different person.
"Good news, tell you a big good news. The first place in the Song Olympic Mathematics Competition, 128 points, is three points higher than Long Miao, who is known as the head of mathematics in the middle school attached to Normal University! " Teacher Su shouted happily, "President Zhong personally posted red slips on the playground and set off firecrackers to celebrate!"
It turned out that the festive firecrackers were aimed at her. What a surprise.
At the moment, the noisy classroom is quiet, as quiet as a group of people who want to sleep. A few seconds later, I don't know who took the lead in clapping, and there was warm and neat applause in the classroom. Several naughty boys made faces at her while clapping and cheered loudly.
She was a little shy, lowered her head and involuntarily glanced at Jing Cheng in the opposite seat. Jing Cheng is applauding, but only patting his face gently, and his movements are mechanical and dull, as if he were dealing with an errand; Jing Cheng was laughing, too, but only a few shallow smile marks appeared on her face. Her beautiful big eyes didn't smile, nor did she look at her with envious eyes like other students, but looked straight at the blackboard, as if a little jealousy was still burning. She is like drinking a large glass of iced mung bean soup when she is thirsty and her throat is smoking in summer, and her body and mind are extremely comfortable. A philosopher once said: The envy of others is a medal given to you by fate. She appreciates this sentence very much and thinks it tells the essence of jealousy.
At this time, President Zhong came to her seat happily, took her hand, looked her up and down, and said kindly, "Oh, you are Song, what a clever boy. Thank you for winning glory for our Huancheng Middle School! " There will be a national Olympic mathematics competition in the second half of the year, and we will strive to achieve better results! Come, take a picture with Song and me. "
President Zhong said, putting his arm around her shoulder and posing for a group photo.
Her heart was pounding with excitement. It is an honor for an ordinary student to talk face to face with the headmaster. Now President Zhong has put his arm around her shoulder and taken a photo with her like a big sister, which really flattered her.
The flash briefly lights up with white light, and happiness stays on the film forever.
The sudden honor intoxicated her, and she felt like a star surrounded by flowers. For her, this is a life experience that she has never experienced before.
When Song learned to ride a bike at night, it suddenly occurred to him that Shan Guogang was still waiting for her at the door of the teahouse called Rose House in the small vegetable garden. He quickly stepped on the brakes and stopped the car. I have agreed that he will invite me to tea today, but how can I forget it? She is still sitting in the car, with one foot on the ground, frowning slightly to consider whether to go to the appointment.
On the day when the results of the competition were announced, she was sitting in the classroom having a Chinese class, which was the fourth class in the morning. At the end of school, deafening firecrackers sounded on the playground, and several flower magpies flew from the leafy old locust tree near the fence. The students crowded into the window to watch the fun. She thought it was a teacher at school who was setting off firecrackers to celebrate marriage or moving to a new home. She didn't care, but she still sat at her desk, trying to organize her pencil box. Suddenly, with a bang, the classroom door left unlocked was suddenly pushed open, and Miss Su came in with a small blue notebook in her hand. Teacher Su is nearly sixty years old, with white temples, unsmiling at ordinary times, and is very scholarly in his gestures, giving students the impression that he is a serious and reserved old man. But now, his face is flushed, his teeth and gums are exposed with laughter, and his steps are jumping, just like a different person.
"Good news, tell you a big good news. The first place in the Song Olympic Mathematics Competition, 128 points, is three points higher than Long Miao, who is known as the head of mathematics in the middle school attached to Normal University! " Teacher Su shouted happily, "President Zhong personally posted red slips on the playground and set off firecrackers to celebrate!"
It turned out that the festive firecrackers were aimed at her. What a surprise.
At the moment, the noisy classroom is quiet, as quiet as a group of people who want to sleep. A few seconds later, I don't know who took the lead in clapping, and there was warm and neat applause in the classroom. Several naughty boys made faces at her while clapping and cheered loudly.
She was a little shy, lowered her head and involuntarily glanced at Jing Cheng in the opposite seat. Jing Cheng is applauding, but only patting his face gently, and his movements are mechanical and dull, as if he were dealing with an errand; Jing Cheng was laughing, too, but only a few shallow smile marks appeared on her face. Her beautiful big eyes didn't smile, nor did she look at her with envious eyes like other students, but looked straight at the blackboard, as if a little jealousy was still burning. She is like drinking a large glass of iced mung bean soup when she is thirsty and her throat is smoking in summer, and her body and mind are extremely comfortable. A philosopher once said: The envy of others is a medal given to you by fate. She appreciates this sentence very much and thinks it tells the essence of jealousy.
At this time, President Zhong came to her seat happily, took her hand, looked her up and down, and said kindly, "Oh, you are Song, what a clever boy. Thank you for winning glory for our Huancheng Middle School! " There will be a national Olympic mathematics competition in the second half of the year, and we will strive to achieve better results! Come, take a picture with Song and me. "
President Zhong said, putting his arm around her shoulder and posing for a group photo.
Her heart was pounding with excitement. It is an honor for an ordinary student to talk face to face with the headmaster. Now President Zhong has put his arm around her shoulder and taken a photo with her like a big sister, which really flattered her.
The flash briefly lights up with white light, and happiness stays on the film forever.
The sudden honor intoxicated her, and she felt like a star surrounded by flowers. For her, this is a life experience that she has never experienced before.
When Song learned to ride a bike at night, it suddenly occurred to him that Shan Guogang was still waiting for her at the door of the teahouse called Rose House in the small vegetable garden. He quickly stepped on the brakes and stopped the car. I have agreed that he will invite me to tea today, but how can I forget it? She is still sitting in the car, with one foot on the ground, frowning slightly to consider whether to go to the appointment.
The reason why she hesitated was not that she thought it was wrong to stay in the teahouse with him for an hour, but that she preferred to go home early at the moment. My mother has been laid off at home for more than a year, and she is in a bad mood all day. She believes that the news that she won the prize will make her smile from ear to ear, and then her mother will cook some dishes she likes to eat to reward her. To tell the truth, he is not interested in having tea with Shan Guogang, and of course he has no antipathy. It doesn't matter whether he drinks or not. However, I have promised others that it is always impolite to stand up. Besides, he is a bit stubborn. He didn't tell him that she couldn't go because of something. He may wait until dark in front of the teahouse. He has been very kind to her, so he can't torture her like this. Come on, let's go there. After meeting, tell him a lie and tell him that he needs to go home early because he stood me up, so as not to hurt his self-esteem.
She made up her mind, turned the bicycle faucet and rode in the direction of the small vegetable garden.
Shan Guogang is her classmate. She stayed in grade one in junior high school, one year older than her. Her academic performance is average, but her body is developing well. She is 1.8 meters tall, her arms and muscles protrude like bodybuilders, and her facial features are passable. Although she is not handsome, she is not ugly. To tell the truth, she and he always talked only two or three sentences last semester, which belongs to the most common classmate relationship. After the start of next semester, he sits in the back row of her. In a math exam, he kicked a small piece of cardboard under her seat, on which were written three English letters SOS and a big exclamation point. She knows that SOS is an international emergency signal for ships, planes and other radios. There is no doubt that he can't work out these math problems, so I asked her for a favor. She doesn't want to talk to him. Cheating is always a bad thing. If the teacher finds out, not only the cheater will be punished, but also those who help cheat will be implicated. But I feel sorry for a boy his age to ask her for help. In addition, his way of asking for help is novel and interesting. He moved with compassion, moved the finished paper to the left of the desk, and moved his body to the right, revealing a gap for peeping. She felt like throwing a lifebuoy at a drowning person. He got 82 points in that exam, 100, and was rated as a progressive student by the school. Sometimes he tells her that if he refuses to help in the math exam, he will definitely fail and be beaten up by his father, who is a policeman. He said he wanted to thank her and invited him to the Rose Tea Room for tea. Thank you for your kindness, but she went. The teahouse is a few blocks away from the school, quiet and elegant. It is a very interesting way to have tea and chat with a boy alone and listen to the voice of another sex. After that, she and he will come to the Rose Tea Room after school every Friday afternoon.
She once asked herself, what is her relationship with him? I haven't found the exact answer after thinking for a long time. This is definitely not a lover, because when they are together, they talk about school and family, and never say a sweet word that makes people blush. Of course, you can't deceive yourself by saying it's an ordinary classmate relationship. If it's an ordinary classmate relationship, why do you go to the teahouse to chat without telling your parents, teachers and classmates?
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