Morning and evening self-study is usually relatively loose. The teacher comes and goes around and will leave. At most, before get out of class is about to end, he will show up and go to the cafeteria to make breakfast. However, Wang Yumin, the head teacher of Class 1, is a female teacher, and sometimes he will shoot back. Not long after he left, he sneaked back quietly, stood outside the last window of the classroom, and glanced secretly, watching who was sleeping, who was chatting, and who was reading novels.

This trick is still useful now, but Feng Yiping knew that it would fail in less than a month later. Because generally speaking, when the teacher was there, the students would be more attentive and harder to read, so the sound would be louder. Usually, as soon as the teacher left, fewer students would read, and generally lower their voices would be lower. When you hear the students' reading sounds louder, especially when the window is louder, it means that a teacher comes over. Once you know this signal, it will not work, and there will be fewer students who are caught again.

During the morning self-study the next day, when Wang Yumin came, left, and quietly came, and then left again, Feng Yiping deliberately asked Wang Jinju, "Did you ask yesterday? What do those sentences mean?"

Wang Jinju and Huang Jingping blushed. Last night, they took the paper and asked the second-grade classmates in the dormitory. After listening to the first sentence that had been translated, the girls were very interested, but no one could translate them all. After the lights were turned off, the third-grade girls came back and happened to be alone in the quilt with the dictionary. After checking, several people planned to roughly piece them together. So, the oldest girl in the room was only 17 years old, was a little excited.

At this time, Wang Guozhen's poetry collection had become popular all over the country, and there were several books circulating on campus. Shu Ting and his friends were also selected as model essays in Chinese classes. In the early 1990s, poetry and poets were still very popular.

Although there are only four short sentences, it clearly depicts the infatuation and sorrow of a crush on a crush. It is not yet the 21st century, and "love" is not the catchphrase in people's mouths. For those of junior high school students, love is a taboo word. Moreover, girls have always awakened earlier than boys in this regard. Many of them, who have just started their love, will have a vague like or a crush on them.

The attraction of taboos, coupled with the empathy of both secret lovers, was unconsciously moved by these four short sentences.

The girls in the school may not necessarily understand what romance is, but which girl does not have a romantic dream? In the dream, someone should have written such poems for them. Now, in reality, there is such a deep admiration around them, so how could they not be surging?

Wang Jinju and Huang Jingping slept on the lower bunks of two beds in a row, just opposite each other. The weather was hot, so they sat up and whispered through the mosquito net, "Who did you think he wrote to?" Wang Jinju asked Huang Jingping.

This sentence seemed to mean something, and Huang Jingping said angrily, "How do I know?"

Wang Jinju chuckled in her ear, "I think it may be for you."

Of course, Huang Jingping didn't rely on her and pounded Wang Jinju's arm, "No, how could it be for me?"

Wang Jinju said with his ear, "Don't look at him with small eyes, I've seen him secretly glance at you several times."

Huang Jingping was a little happy, but she was not forgiven, "Really? Why didn't I know? Besides, he might have glanced at you!"

Well, Feng Yipingyuan thought that his knowledge was very high. After all, he could walk on the street with his wife without leaving any traces, so he secretly glanced at the beautiful girls on the street. Unexpectedly, he relaxed a little and only looked at it a few times. Huang Jingping might not have noticed it, but Wang Jinju next to her noticed it.

This reminds us that no matter what we do, we must not take it lightly, we must be arrogant and strictly demand ourselves.

After hearing his question, Wang Jinju thought he really didn't know, so she ruthlessly said, "We don't know, we can't understand it. What is the name of that book? And the author, what is the name, do you know?"

At this time, even Huang Jingping did not pretend to read books, turned her head to look at Feng Yiping, "I don't know, I saw what my grandfather talked to the bookstore salesperson at that time, in a broken book, in English. I only remember a few sentences. There was a photo next to it. It was a white-bearded old man wearing a robe and looked like an Indian."

The girls, including Wen Hong who was listening with ears pricked inside, were a little disappointed. Wang Jinju wanted to say something, but was blocked by Huang Jingping. Wang Jinju tried to cross her, but Huang Jingping reached out to her and slapped her. She couldn't help laughing for a moment, and she lost the strength. The two of them laughed and started laughing there again.

Given the natural gossip characteristics of girls, during morning self-study, even girls who are nearby and do not live in school know. So when breakfast, there weren’t girls pointing fingers at Feng Yiping, but most girls were a little disappointed when they saw it.

A thin little boy, a little black, with small eyes and a big nose. Although his facial features are OK, he was pretty handsome, but he had a standard "toilet lid" hairstyle, wearing a sea soul shirt, and blue pants, which were the kind you made by yourself when buying cloth, and his feet were not suitable for cloth shoes. He looked rustic. Alas, I can only say that the big hope is, the big disappointment is almost as big as it is.

Feng Yiping pretended not to know about these things, lined up in the queue, and chatted with Xiao Zhijie. What they are discussing now is how to take back the washed wet clothes when taking a shower at night without letting the teacher discover it.

Speaking of which, whether it is an adult or a school teacher, the water is well controlled by this thing, including ponds, reservoirs, and rivers. Feng Yiping and his village have several ponds. For so many years, no child or adult has fallen into it. Of course, a pig has fallen into the pond, but after a while, it hums and swims ashore.

The school was even more overwhelming. Not only did it tell me about criticism and education, but it would also look for parents. The school taught a lesson and scolded her, and the family could not avoid being beaten. Therefore, the risk of going to the river to take a bath and swim was quite high. So Feng Yiping, a good boy, never could not swim. Later, when he worked, he had time to learn swimming, he felt that he was in his twenties or thirties. After all, he grew up by the Yangtze River and could not swim. He was embarrassed to learn, which led to him being a land duck until he was reborn.

Feng Yiping thought about it and whether he brought clean clothes out or washed wet clothes in, he was always unsafe from the school gate and could only think of other ways.

He asked Xiao Zhijie how his relationship with his deskmate and the vice principal's daughter was. Xiao Zhijie was a little embarrassed, "I have a good relationship with Zhang Qiuling, I'm a classmate in Hope Primary School."

Feng Yiping said, "Can you discuss with Zhang Qiuling and let her watch at the door of the small yard where the principal and the others live, and we secretly enter and exit?"

Xiao Zhijie thought for a while, "It's still not possible. She has always listened to the teacher very much. He told her that we would go to the river to take a shower, and he would definitely tell Teacher Wang, or even her father."

"Then I can only take a shower, come back and change my clothes, and then go to the pond to wash." Feng Yiping said.

"Yes, it's nothing, it's safe." Xiao Zhijie held the porridge in one hand and the steamed bun in the other. "Let's go find Wang Changning. The pickles he brought contain soybeans, which are more delicious."

Among the three of them, Xiao Zhijie's family had the best conditions, but his mother's skill in pickling pickles was indeed not very good. Sometimes the pickles they brought were all black.

After breakfast, including Feng Yiping, all the 12 students in the class who had not paid or paid the full tuition fees were received. Two days later, more than a dozen books were all exposed to the fragrance of ink. After joining the work, no matter how many books you buy in the bookstore, you will not be able to understand it.

Since the school starts on Tuesday, and classes are officially held since Wednesday, they only attended for three days, and it was Saturday. When they were running exercises on Saturday morning, the principal told the principal that after the second class in the morning, the whole school held a meeting.

When some people heard this news, they cheered, but Feng Yiping was a little worried. If the sun was still strong today, it would not be easy to sit on the playground for an hour.

After the second class, after the radio gymnastics, everyone returned to the classroom, brought stools, and sat on the playground in the order of exercise. Of course, the rostrum was on the platform in front of the building, composed of three desks, and a microphone was placed in the middle. The platform was 5 steps above the playground, and a row of sycamore trees in front of the playground just blocked the sun for them. Between the two sycamore trees on the left and right, there was a red banner with a few big words on it, "The opening ceremony of Liangjiahe Middle School in the summer of 1992."

First of all, of course, the principal's unscrupulous speech. He first reviewed the students from the third year of junior high school in the previous class. Three of them were admitted to the No. 1 Middle School in the County. One of them was less than 10 points away from the admission scores of No. 1 Middle School in the City. Many of them were admitted to the TV University, Medical School, and Vocational Technical College in the County, and their grades were still gratifying.

This year, the first grade enrollment period has the most, and there are three classes. I hope that new students will study hard, strive to get into No. 1 Middle School, and get into college in the future, learn more useful knowledge, serve the motherland, bring glory to the family, and the school.

Next is the president of the Student Union, a third-grade boy, who made a speech. This male classmate spoke completely out of the manuscript. His speech was very organized and imposing, and he made a full official article. From the international situation to the general trend of the country, we first require everyone to have a sense of historical mission, carry forward the spirit of ownership, and study consciously and voluntarily. Then we focused on the focus of the student union's main task this year is to focus on the self-management and integrity of the students. The purpose is to be able to manage themselves during the exam, without the teacher invigilance, and no one cheated.

To be honest, seeing a peer talking on stage was quite a touching touch to the students. In particular, he also had the title of "Chairman". At this time, the word "Chairman" in the minds of most primary school children has a special reference.

Feng Yiping heard a classmate discussing that the chairman was from their village and had great ambitions. He said that he would not do anything to give him a village head in the future. Feng Yiping had heard of similar words as well, because junior high school classmates later contacted him less, and the portal website was not yet developed, and no classmates recorded these things. This time, this chairman of the same class has never paid attention to it since then. I don’t know if he always sticks to his ideals and has embarked on a leadership position higher than the town head. This time, he couldn’t help but laugh and said silently in his heart, “Student, don’t treat the town head as a cadre. Many people are busy all their lives, and they may not necessarily become the top leaders of the township in the end. Don’t be too ambitious!”

Then, a girl from Class 2 of Grade 1 came on stage and spoke on behalf of the new classmate. Compared with the president of the Student Union, this person's momentum was much worse. He kept looking at the manuscript, his voice was not loud, and his Mandarin was indeed very ordinary, and he said something appropriate. Feng Yiping simply wandered around again, and finally, he applauded with everyone.

Finally, the director presided over the last semester, announced the list of the three good students and outstanding students in the second and third grades of the previous semester, and presented awards.

Accompanied by the athlete's march, Sanhao students took the certificate of award from the principal, a large hard shell notebook and a fountain pen, and outstanding students won the certificate, a small soft plastic shell notebook and a ballpoint pen. In short, it is higher than the pencil case and pencil that Feng Yiping took in elementary school.

After about two classes, Feng Yiping was sweating all over the place. After the meeting, the first-grade students rushed to the classroom, put their things in their hands, carried their schoolbags, put them into the dormitory to pack dirty clothes, and ran towards the direction of home.

As for the second and third grade students, they still have to stay in school, study hard, and improve every day.

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