I also sang the class song in the second year of high school. At that time, our class chose "The Most Beautiful Sun". Many classmates were arguing! They all wanted to use their favorite song. Huh, I am as calm as I was in the first year of high school. It doesn't matter, choose

Any capital will work, as long as it has characteristics!

However, the class song of our class has no characteristics at all. Because the lyrics have not been changed at all, it has no characteristics that the class song should have. I said in my heart, it is so disappointing!

It’s still as good as the ninth class I was in at the first grade of high school!

During the class song competition, I only remember that Gan's class sang "Stubborn", and the lyrics were unique to the class. Very good! I also saw the way she sang, wow, I wonder if she could sing to me alone.

What does it feel like? I imagined that one day she could sing to me alone.

But, fantasy is just fantasy after all, and you will wake up.

In the final result of the competition, our class had no chance of winning the prize. Gana’s class won the prize, but the number was forgotten...

It's okay, I don't care.

Sometimes I suddenly miss Di sadly, but the feeling seems to be getting weaker and weaker. What's wrong? Because of Gan, she successfully diverted my attention. The sad words she occasionally expressed in the space made me so confused.

, I always like to be in the right position. So, I can’t help myself...

There is another person.

The new teaching building is finally completed! We can finally get out of that overcrowded small building!

So, the vigorous relocation war began! The school road was full of students trying to move! The stairs were jammed with people, and they were jammed for most of the day! Pity those fat children...

The new classroom is spacious and beautiful! It feels great! When you study, you feel very energetic! But for children who love to play with mobile phones in class, it is hell! Whoosh...

Juan is still sitting in front of my seat...

Juan once told me about her past in a strange way.

There was one time when we took turns cleaning, and Juan and I happened to clean the public areas together. After cleaning, the two of us took brooms and chatted while returning to the classroom.

She suddenly asked me: "Dragon, I was actually in a relationship for five years, and then they broke up. Do you believe it?"

I was very surprised and asked why.

After that, my memory is very blurry...

The reason is not important. What is important is why she said this to me for no reason?

Later, when I was in my third year of high school, she said it was just to tease me, just a joke.

Phew, is this really a joke? But why are you making such a joke with me again?

Later, I found out her birthday. She was a Scorpio.

So, everything is explained.

As a Sagittarius, I can never guess her as a Scorpio.

In the second year of high school, classes will be divided into key classes and ordinary classes.

At that time, class placement was determined based on the results of a mock exam.

I really wanted to get into a key class, but I also knew that I didn’t have the strength. Because at that time, I could no longer take myself as seriously as I did at the end of the first semester of my second year of high school. The reason was very complicated...

One of them was the teacher who taught me Chinese at that time, a man! I didn’t like his education method very much!

They ask us to memorize this and that all day long, especially compositions. What are the formats and routines of compositions! He really wants us to read and memorize them like we read in the morning! It would be better to have us memorize one or two excellent compositions.

, that way you are guaranteed to write!

I have never memorized it. I think it is too rigid! There is no innovation at all. It is just memorizing and writing about other people's work. What's the point? I don't like it! My inner freedom is to follow my own feelings to write essays, even compositions.

It doesn't matter if you don't get a high score, because it's my composition, not someone else's.

There was an essay called "Gravel in the Shoe". I was curious and wrote it in classical Chinese for the first time. Later, he gave me fifty points. I thought he understood me.

Until he was in class to praise the students who wrote well in their essays, I was not there. And the classmate he praised also got 50 points for his essays. Why not me? I think he does not support students writing classical Chinese essays. Well,

Then he should have talked to me. But no. He just gave me fifty points, without praising me or telling me where I needed to improve. He just let me face the fifty points without knowing anything.

point.

It feels so ridiculous! I love Chinese, but I am taught by such a Chinese teacher! I really feel sad...

So, I was a little resigned to myself. At that time, I was in such a strange state of mind.

Juan, who was sitting in front of me, really liked to write some poems for me to read. It gave me the impression that she was really talented in writing lyrics.

She said: "Even if we are in different classes in the future, I will occasionally write lyrics and show them to you."

"Okay!" I smiled and nodded.

Later, the classes were divided. I was in the regular class, in Class 11. She was in the key class, probably in Class 18. In short, there was a distance.
Chapter completed!