Time is fast forward.

This information is certain.

Chen Yang looked at the words and sentences in the textbook with his eyes, and felt strange. Since a week has passed, why are you still taking the first lesson? What has been done in a week? He was not convenient for him to look around, so he could only secretly observe the nerd deskmate Jiang Wei, who was sitting upright without any abnormalities.

Chen Yang was about to take back his light when he suddenly found a piece of oil stain on the cuff of Jiang Wei's school uniform on his right, which had not been before. He kept his head with his hands and his eyelids secretly lifted up.

The head teacher on the podium was wearing a blue striped jacket. If you look closely, you will see that it is not the same one. The wear level of this collar should be heavier.

Chen Yang's hands holding his head moved down, blocking the surprise in his eyes. The words that suddenly appeared on the blackboard, the oil stains on Jiang Wei's school uniform, and the jacket that the head teacher changed, were supposed to be sitting on the chair and skipping for a week. Neither the head teacher nor Xia Wei jumped. They spent their time normally...

I'll find a way to verify the get out of class later.

"Actually, there are quite a lot of poems about autumn." The head teacher walked off the podium.

Chen Yang's brain stopped working instantly, and Is there anything about writing about Qiu...?

The head teacher walked back from the front of the classroom, stopped beside a seat, and tapped his fingers twice on the table: "Wenqing, get up and talk."

The literary youth stood up: "I don't know."

"I don't know a word?" the head teacher asked again.

"Yes, I don't know a single word." Wen Qing's tender face and honest tone were so obedient that it made people want to tie him a red scarf.

The whole class was silent.

"You have full marks in Chinese in the middle school entrance examination, but you don't know a single poem about autumn?" The head teacher's face was full of helplessness.

Wenqing: "..." I got full marks in Chinese in the middle school entrance examination? I have to play like this. He couldn't cover the bangs that were black birthmark at will, and said innocently, "I don't like autumn, can summer be OK?"

The head teacher did not give the students a warning, and he responded to a joke between friends: "Do you think it's OK?"

"I think," Wen Qing saw Jin Xiao turn around and glance at him, and he shrugged and stopped playing. "The autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are surging."

"Well, "Watch the Sea." The head teacher motioned him to sit down.

Chen Yang's back in front was a little wet, and the literary youth is a top student, so he sat in the first row...

The position should not be ranked according to the grades, Chen Yang comforted himself.

The head teacher did not continue to walk backwards, and he turned around. Chen Yang listened to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer and felt the tension of the classroom. Although he had been graduating from high school for many years and had experienced many moments of life and death in his life, when he sat in the classroom with his young body, everything was very suitable.

A beer belly appeared in Chen Yang's after light, accompanied by a low shout: "Xia Le."

It was Zhong Qi's deskmate who was separated by Chen Yang from the aisle. She had an ordinary student's head, and the hair in front was pinned behind the ears with black hairpins. She was as thin as a bamboo pole and couldn't even support her school uniform.

It started with Zhong Qi when he introduced himself. Xia Le said the second time that Chen Yang paid attention to her words and deeds. She was the silhouette of one of the students in the school. She was introverted and unconfident and had no sense of existence.

At this time, she said a poem describing autumn, and the sound was so small that only the head teacher could hear it.

The head teacher asked her to speak louder, and she said it again, there was no difference.

Chen Yang observed that the head teacher was not angry. He seemed to pay great attention to the teacher-student relationship and interaction atmosphere at the beginning of the first year of high school, hoping to have a good start.

"Xia Le talked about Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha". Although it is not a poem or a lyric, it does describe autumn, autumn thoughts, and Yuanqu." The head teacher said to her warmly, "When speaking, you are louder, don't be afraid of answering wrong. It doesn't matter if you are wrong, it's not embarrassing."

The classmates around him looked over and Xia Le's face was blushing and bleeding, and his nails were keeping his palms.

The head teacher asked Xia Le to sit down, and he turned around and asked, "Chen Yang, where are you?"

Chen Yang slowly stood up: "I'm still thinking." As soon as he thought of the old vines and crows in the old tree, he was told by Xia Le.

The head teacher looked at him with a complicated look.

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that I also have a full mark in Chinese?

"You are serious about subject matter." The head teacher said, "Chinese is your weakness. You have to formulate a study plan as soon as possible. There must be enough reserves for poetry."

Chen Yang: "..." Oh, he is biased towards subjects and has the worst Chinese language. So what is his best subject? Never be math.

The next second he heard the head teacher say, "As long as you dial your love for mathematics to 110 to Chinese, you will not fail the Chinese language."

Chen Literature Student Yang's eyes turned dark, and he was really afraid of anything. In trouble, the taskers must know their personality from others, and... he took a deep breath, and the personality was definitely not a decoration, but would involve tasks.

Forty-five minutes of a class, the class teacher interacted with the students with a fraction of the time. The rest of the time was to talk about Qinyuanchun and talk about lyrics. Chalk occasionally crossed the blackboard, making a sound.

Chen Yang ate a mouthful of chalk dust. He felt that this task was to punish him for dozing off and eating during class in the past and reading novels. He chatted and ate melon seeds. During this class, he held his head tightly and held his breath. He did not dare to relax for a moment. He wrote lightly when taking notes, for fear of falling on the table to the ground, or subconsciously moving the table and chairs.

The moment the bell rang, the classroom seemed to have turned into a lake that was disturbed by a long pole. The class teacher clamped the textbook into his arm, opened the door with a teacup, pulled the chair, the crisp sound of the spoon scraping the rice jar, the sound of the footsteps playing the symphony after school.

Chen Yang peeked at his phone and said that the flow rate of time was normal during class, and it started to speed up again after class.

Wenqing came to call Jin Xiaochang and Chen Yang, pointing to the windowsill.

Chen looked up and saw a row of stainless steel lunch boxes outside the windowsill. He knew which one was his, so he followed suit and found a seat when he entered the classroom.

"You go first." Chen Yang winked at Wen Qing. I had something to confirm, and I saw you at the canteen door later.

Wenqing and Jin Xiaochang each carried a lunch box downstairs. It didn’t matter whether they were eating or not. The key was to integrate into the group. Since it was time to finish school, go to the cafeteria.

"He is in a good condition. I thought he would habitually shout, Chao Jian, Chao Jian, Chao Jian, and then realize that people are not around will be depressed and helpless." Wenqing played with the long spoon, "Ah, by the way, he is still used to pulling Chao Jian, and he will go wherever he goes. This time, I guess he is quite uncomfortable, pitiful."

Jin Xiaochang: "Don't you talk about time information?"

"I don't have a chat, I'm bored." Wen Qing looked depressed, "I hope Professor Bai will be more powerful, but I didn't know that he was a fake noble and honest man, and he did the tasks properly and was boring." He thought of whom again, and the dead water in his eyes became alive, "I still have expectations. I'll show up to perform later. I'll be having fun."

"Then you will be disappointed," Jin Xiaochang knew who Wen Qing was referring to, "It's just a little fish and shrimp, and it can't give you a wonderful stage."

"It's better than not, please make do with it. The teacher told me to be content in life. I am an obedient and good child." Wen Qing suddenly leaned in front of Jin Xiaochang, "How can you smell milk in your mouth?"

Jin Xiao Chang clasped Wen Qing's head and pushed it apart.

"Chen Yang, the milk slices he ate are not sweet and have a strong milk flavor." Wen Qing hit Jin Xiao's long lunch box with the lunch box, "What's the point of asking me to tell you? I don't like him, and I'm even eating his milk slices. It's too doggy, the dog king on earth."

Jin Xiao's long aura became dangerous. He grabbed his messy curly hair on his forehead a few times, and his eyebrows became lazy again: "Speak more civilized, green."

"My name is Wenqing, not Wenming." Wenqing jumped off the steps and turned his head, raised his face and said with a smile, "Old Jin, I'll ask you a question, what is a sense of faith?"

"It's hope." Jin Xiaochang walked past Wen Qing. His blue and green eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the dust and go to the distance. There was a plain wind blowing the thatch and smoke rising from the cooking stove.

Wenqing whispered in the quiet corridor: "Wow." So what? What is hope?

Jin Xiao's long voice came from the entrance of the corridor: "Qingqing, come down."

"Wait, I'll go down and beat you now!" Wen Qing shook the lunch box and thought.

There were only a few people left in the classroom, and Chen Yang was one of them. He slowly packed up the textbooks on the table, pretending to be inadvertently touched his deskmate.

"Hey, Jiang Wei." Chen Yang approached, he would not be so stupid that he asked directly, "Why has the first lesson been in school for a week, but today he is learning the first lesson." Testing requires skills.

"How did you spend this week?" Chen Yang asked with a gentle smile.

"Just... read books at home." Jiang Wei stumbled a little.

Chen Yang's smile remained unchanged. It turned out that the school had a week off. The reason was probably related to Xiao Zhang's death. Someone died in the class, so the parents would definitely have concerns.

"I really admire you. I can't even see you. When I think of someone who died in our class, I'm scared." Chen Yang said and looked at Xiao Zhang's seat nervously, "Don't you think he's still in the classroom?"

Jiang Wei said: "When a person dies, there is no ghost, it is just electromagnetic."

"Girls are emotional and afraid of ghosts. They like to think randomly. The school has no choice but to let us go home for a week." Jiang Wei disagreed with this, "Time is precious and should not be wasted."

Chen Yang wiped his face and then applied it again, and was not very comfortable with the lost collagen.

"It is still necessary to stop for a week's class. Now I see that everyone will not mention Classmate Zhang anymore." Chen Yang was stunned. No wonder the atmosphere in the class just now was not at all depressed.

In the youth who was not very experienced, the metabolism was fast and the emotional coverage was strong. A week passed, and the touch caused by the death of new classmates was almost diluted.

Jiang Wei got up and put the chair inside. Chen Yang walked out of the classroom with him.

Chen Yang took his lunch box outside the windowsill, and turned around and found that the plaid shirt inside Jiang Wei's school uniform in the corridor turned into a sweater. He pressed the lid of the lunch box and strided towards the edge of the corridor and looked down. The leaves were completely yellow.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wei asked.

"It's nothing, I see if there are too many people in the cafeteria." Chen Yang said.

Jiang Wei walked forward, Chen Yang was a little behind and quickly looked for an opportunity to look at his phone. More than a month passed. It was November 1st and school was over at noon on Monday.

Chen Yang found that Jiang Mo was parked in the corner next to the stairs. He walked closer and said, "Why don't you go down?"

"Second 3 and 4 are delaying again. There are too many people, so I'll wait a moment," said Jiang Mo.

Chen Yang looked at the empty corridors and corridors, and a chill rushed to the top of his head. He pulled the zipper of his school uniform jacket to the top and bit the zipper head.

There are similar old jokes in ghost stories, such as the buses on one person are empty, and the other person says they are all full.

What Jiang Wei just said has the same summer refrigeration effect.

"Damn, I'm leaving later, why are there so many people now?" Zhong Qi came over and grabbed his head crazy. He grabbed Jiang Wei with a hand. "Squad leader, there will be more people in the cafeteria later, and I will queue up to death! When I queued up, all the delicious dishes were gone! Hurry up!"

Chen Yang witnessed the dark and strong Zhong Qi walking downstairs with the literary Jiang Wei. There seemed to be many people going downstairs in the corridor. Zhong Qi squeezed and shouted, "Let's borrow! Lend's borrow!"

"Damn! Who stepped on my feet?" Zhong Qi shouted.

Chen Yang saw only Zhong Qi and Jiang Wei from beginning to end, and the two of them were not performing. He could tell this. He bit the zipper head and grind his teeth, remembering the dust that was blown by the windless playground and the stones flying out.

There were also many people walking at that time. There were not only high school (class 1) on the playground, but also other classes.

This is why more than 30 of them lined up, and the gathered music was still playing on the radio, and it took a while to change it.

That was waiting for other classes to gather and all the classes were in good teams.

Chen Yang vomited off his zipper and went downstairs. At first he was thinking that the whole school was only one class, and what abnormalities would appear between the teachers and sixteen students. But they did not. They went to and ended as usual. It turned out that he was thinking the wrong direction.
To be continued...