When Yu Zhouzhou lowered his head, he found a big footprint on the white snow boots on his foot.

It should have been stepped on by the aunt who held the child while in the car. She sighed and walked towards the crowd at the gate of the master's headquarters.

It was like this again in November, and the lead-gray sky began to be depressed every year. Yu Zhouzhou looked down at her watch. It was only 7:25. She thought she would arrive very early, but after squeezing in the bus during the rush hour for more than 40 minutes, she actually saw more people who arrived earlier than her.

In the city's "Xin Miao Cup" mathematics Olympics, it is said that children who won the first prize are likely to be competed for by various key junior high schools. Yu Zhouzhou struggled in the school's mathematics class for more than half a year, but still learned in a confused manner. She tried hard to support herself, taking notes, pondering, and doing the examples and exercises in the textbook, but the answers to the exercises only have results without calculation processes and ideas, and she could not understand anything she could not understand. Yu Lingling was boarding in the school's senior high school concentration camp. Yu Tingting did not learn mathematics, Yu Qiao was busy catching the tigress, and she was isolated and helpless.

She could ask the teacher in the Olympiad class, but she was embarrassed. Yu Zhouzhou felt the mood of the so-called "poor students" in the class for the first time - when the teacher listened to a group of geniuses expressing their opinions, Yu Zhouzhou held the Olympiad book and stood aside, lowered her head to see the questions she drew circles on the question number with a red pen, one of which looked more vulgar than the other.

So he lowered his head and in shame.

Of course, she could also ask Lin Yang. However, after that day, Lin Yang never went to the school's simple math class again.

Maybe it is because the school’s Mathematical Olympiad class is really poor.

Maybe it's for some other reason.

In the past, she always met Lin Yang, but later she always couldn't meet Lin Yang.

From that moment on, Yu Zhouzhou began to vaguely guess whether there were no coincidences and fate in this world, and that everything was artificial.

At 7:40, when Yu Zhouzhou stood outside the door for a quarter of an hour and began to feel his fingers cold, the big iron gate opened and the crowd rushed in. There was a row of teachers standing near the side of the teaching building on the playground. Each of them held a big sign in their hands with the examination room number written. Everyone looked for their own examination room according to the numbers on the admission ticket to queue up.

Yu Zhouzhou stood at the end of the 14th exam room, raised his head, and found that there was a girl's hat in front of him, looking a little familiar.

When everyone lined up to enter the examination room and looked for the location based on the test number on the white paper sticking on the upper corner of the table, Yu Zhouzhou realized that the girl was indeed an acquaintance.

Ling Xiangqian sat on the table on her .

Yu Zhouzhou tried his best to keep her face as usual, but the slight noise from the could restrain her nerves. Ling Xiangqian snorted lightly, Ling Xiangqian lay on the table and yawned, Ling Xiangqian picked up his admission ticket and threw it on, Ling Xiangqian held her cheek and looked at her sideways, Ling Xiangqian was laughing at her, Ling Xiangqian...

Yu Zhouzhou thought he could turn his head and say to her very passionately, "What do you think, I will definitely defeat you, be enlightened!"

However, this is not a basketball court, nor is it a mountain of Demon Realm. Ten minutes later, what is sent to your hands is the Olympiad paper, Olympiad, and Olympiad.

She had no confidence and could only pretend to turn a blind eye. Yu Zhouzhou knew for the first time that the protagonist was not performed, and the bystanders knew that they would eventually break out and win, and they would not die, and they would not defeat. But in life, no one would pat her head and tell her, little girl, don't worry, you are the protagonist, even if you talk big, you will definitely win in the end.

There is another character in the world called cannon fodder. They are mediocre qualifications and extraordinary efforts. They are always used to inspire and inspire the protagonist, create and resolve misunderstandings, and finally block bullets for the protagonist - only lucky people can die in the protagonist's arms and get two tears.

At that time, she could not understand these confused things, but that lead-gray morning, in the dull and dark classroom, the rustling sounds from the were carved into her memory like needles. Every time she recalled it, she felt heavy and unbearable.

The invigilator raised the kraft paper bag to indicate that the seal was intact, and then opened it in the middle and handed out the papers.

Yu Zhouzhou took the paper from the front row of classmates, took out a Winnie Bear's ballpoint pen from the pencil bag, carefully wrote the exam number and name school on the , and then began to look at the paper.

20 fill-in-the-blanks, six major questions.

The first question is the double difference problem. It took two minutes to solve it.

Then I checked it carefully, no problem.

The second question is the problem of planting trees, which went smoothly.

Yu Zhouzhou began to get a little excited. She solved the first six questions of fill-in-the-blank questions with hope. The seventh question was a bit difficult. She drew a circle on the question number, let it go for the time being, and then continued to look at the eighth question. Yes, she barely got an answer and substituted it into the original question. It seemed quite reliable, not bad. Let's continue to look at the ninth question.

Twenty minutes later, Yu Zhouzhou was very embarrassed.

At first, she circled the question numbers that she had not done - later, she gave up drawing circles - because on the entire paper, there were only seven questions that did not draw circles.

Yu Zhouzhou tried for a long time, but finally lay down on the table and listened silently to the sound of the ticking hands of the wristwatch.

She really worked hard, while practicing piano and exams, and never missed classes in the mathematics Olympiad class. Although she was a little timid and unexplained when she was doing the questions, she seemed to be lucky every time, but in half a year, she became a monk in a confusion and competed with a group of children who had participated in the mathematics Olympiad training since childhood. She really felt it was difficult.

In fact, she knew that she was too eager, too timid, too hopeful, and too caring.

However, Yu Zhouzhou sat up - not trying to continue to work hard to find ideas. She just held the pen stubbornly, writing half-meaning half-meaningless formulas on the calculation paper in vain.

Because the girl on the did the exam smoothly, she turned the pages with a thumping paper, and the crisp sound was like a cruel and happy song.

When Ling Xiangqian finished the paper, she stretched her waist and looked at Yu Zhouzhou with a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of her mouth.

Yu Zhouzhou tried to cover his paper with calculation paper—the gaps in the six major questions were too dazzling no matter how it was.

3X7=21

When the ringtone at the end of the exam rang, Yu Zhouzhou realized that there were countless such two-digit addition and subtraction on his calculation paper.

3X7=21

Things in the world that you can succeed if you do whatever you want, you can do your best and work hard. Perhaps only exist in cartoons.

She handed the paper to the teacher, lowered her head, pretending not to see Ling Xiangqian's smiling gaze, and carefully put the ballpoint pen into the pencil case, with a cautious expression, as if she was holding the jade seal in her hand.

A little vanity at this age often has a self-esteem face.

After Yu Zhouzhou walked out of the classroom, she ran to the women's bathroom. She didn't want to go to the bathroom, but just wanted to use the time difference to wipe off Ling Xiangqian's back.

But as the crowd walked out of the gate, they saw three cars parked on the side of the gate at a glance. Several adults surrounded the four children and exchanged greetings with each other. They didn't know what they were saying.

Yu Zhouzhou lowered his head, chased the green light and ran across the wide road, and then stood at the side of a blind old man wearing sunglasses and playing the erhu under the overpass. He pretended to listen seriously, but in fact his eyes could not control himself and aimed at the families not far away from the opposite side.

Lin Yang's mother touched his head and said something to the two parents opposite him with a smile. Jiang Chuan was lowering her head and kicking Lin Yang in the ass. Lin Yang turned around and kicked Jiang Chuan. Ling Xiangqian stood aside and smiled, while Zhou Chenran showed an impatient expression to his mother who was squatting down and telling him what to say.

Against the gray background color, this group of people and the three black cars behind them formed a powerful barrier, with a full sense of oppression.

Yu Zhouzhou looked at it blankly for a long time, but couldn't tell what it felt.

"Girl, you didn't listen to me playing the violin well."

Yu Zhouzhou was startled. The old man lowered his head and rolled his eyes at her through the gap above his sunglasses. His hoarse voice echoed under the empty bridge hole for a long time.

Yu Zhouzhou replied with a bad mouth, "You are not blind."

The old man rolled his eyes several times in anger, "Did I say I'm blind?"

Yu Zhouzhou remembered A Bing and was about to reply, "Only blind people can play the erhu", but suddenly felt that he was very idiotic, so he chuckled and scratched the back of his head, reached out and took out a five-cent coin from his pocket, bent down and put it gently into the dirty tea tank in front of the old man.

I turned around and looked at the group of people standing at the school gate, and found that they were looking in their direction in unison - they must have been attracted by the old man's roar just now.

She suddenly became silenced, as if the little fox had been stepped on her tail, and she was frozen there. She didn't know who she should meet. The seven or eight people formed a whole, but it could only make Yu Zhouzhou's eyes dissipate.

At this moment, the erhu sounded loudly behind him, as if he had a ridiculous background music to this embarrassing scene. Yu Zhouzhou was awakened and turned around. The old man stopped hastily again, and the ending sound suddenly stopped, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Grandpa, you..."

"This is the 50 cents. If you give me more, I will continue to play the violin."

Yu Zhouzhou knew that this was just a joking old man selling arts. It was even very likely that the other party was deliberately helping him, but she still solemnly took out five yuan and bent down again and put it in the teapot.

"Is five dollars enough?"

The old man grinned and played without saying a word. The absurd interpretation drifted to the distance under the empty bridge hole accompanied by the cold wind. Yu Zhouzhou stood in place, staring at the snow-white rosin falling with the strings of the erhu, and his mood gradually calmed down. There was even a melody that was more absurd than the sound of the piano echoing in his heart.

At the end of the song, the old man raised his eyes, took off his sunglasses, and exposed his big bags in his eyes.

"I composed this song myself, isn't it good?"

Yu Zhouzhou had no expression on his face, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

The old man rolled his eyes again, Yu Zhouzhou turned around, the school gate was empty at this time, and she happened to see the last half of the butt of the car for the car at the intersection, and a string of black smoke.

She smiled at the old man selling art and said, "Thank you grandpa."
Chapter completed!