One week after the second year of high school started, the school began to carry out various subject matters.

At that time, the students were still immersed in the aftermath of the summer vacation and did not come out. The classroom after class was full of crazy. The front, back, left and right tables were talking, and there seemed to be endless interesting things to talk about.

Youth is not over.

Meng Shengnan put his elbow on the table, supporting his head with one hand to think about the novel conception, and turning the pencil with the other hand. His deskmate Li Wei stopped halfway and pulled away the pen in her hand while she was not paying attention.

She reacted and Li Wei smiled.

"What do you think of?"

"That's right, everyone is having a good time talking, Meng Shengnan, you have to join." said the girl from the back table.

Meng Shengnan knew that he couldn't think of anything, so he simply joined their topic. He saw a bunch of people talking from Pangu to the vast number of tickets for the beyond September concert, and then talked about Confucian Confucius and Martin Luther King.

"My dream is to be a mathematician as great as Hua Luogeng." A boy at the back table spoke heroically, even stood up and waved his powerful arm.

"Can we be down-to-earth!

"You can die if you don't blow—"

"Take you down!"

"I vomit--"

Meng Shengnan smiled and watched them get one by one. The boy is the funny one, and he is usually very interesting. His expression is a little serious now and his voice is sonorous and powerful.

"When people live, they always have to fight for the awesomeness they brag about when they were young! Ah—Ideal! Ah—Strong!"

Meng Shengnan and the girl on the back table were both smiling so hard.

A bunch of people were talking so hard that the door was knocked a few times. In an instant, the classroom became quiet. There were a few people standing on the table in the back row who were excited and quickly slipped down to sit down. Li Wei beside him curled his lips.

"Old Shi is talking again."

The head teacher's surname is Shi, and as for the nickname "Lao Shi" given to her, I won't explain it (you should understand). The key is that she is in her forties and talks a lot, and is better than Tang Seng. It is said that she just parted ways with her husband a few years ago. Everyone sighed that her husband is really good enough. She can tolerate so many years and she will sacrifice her ears early if she wants to let go of ordinary people.

Three minutes of silence.

So, from the time she entered the classroom to the time she finished speaking, it had already passed - two classes plus one ten minutes between classes. The point is that she only has one topic:

The division of subjects is here.

Finally, Lao Shi left, and took a deep breath in the classroom, then vomited out, and a boy wailed at the back table.

"My God, it's really not worth the death. I heard that she was in the liberal arts department, and it seems she was the head teacher of a class. Fortunately, I chose the law to stay away from this time bomb."

A girl laughed and slapped, lying on the table and fainted.

Li Wei turned her head and asked her: "What did you choose?"

"Liberal arts." she said.

Li Wei said 'ah', "Date-in-law, remember to miss me more in the future."

"..." It seemed like he was going to 'go far away'.

The school is very easy to run in the division of subjects.

Three days later, everyone submitted the subject selection questionnaire. Then, after all, the liberal arts comrades walked up to the five-story building opposite and said goodbye on the afternoon of the 17th day of the school year.

After entering the new classroom on the fifth floor, Meng Shengnan was still a little uncomfortable.

There was no one she knew in the class. It turned out that the students who came out with Class 1 (9) of high school were disbanded and were divided into four liberal arts classes. Meng Shengnan found a fourth row next to the corridor and sat down. She looked up at the whole class and saw almost all the girls. She turned around and opened the textbook bored to look at Liu Hezhenjun. After a while, the bell rang for class.

The head teacher is here.

To be honest, Meng Shengnan was a little expectant, but when she saw "Lao Shi", she was really desperate.

"Today, I will talk about some key points." Then thirty minutes passed, Lao Shi cleared his throat: "I have some colds these two days, so I won't say much. Now I have decided on a few class committee members. Are there anyone who recommends themselves?"

Fortunately, you caught a cold, Meng Shengnan thought.

A few girls stood up, Lao Shi asked them to introduce themselves, and then gave them a little official one by one. Meng Shengnan was looking out the window when he suddenly heard someone calling her name.

"Meng Shengnan?" It's Lao Shi.

"Ah——" Meng Shengnan's mind was slower than his movements. He stood up and pretended to be very serious: "Teacher."

After all, it was a soldier I had led before, so Lao Shi directly ordered the general.

"You can continue to be an English class representative."

Meng Shengnan: “…”

The bell finally rang.

She lay weakly on the table basking in the sun. Her deskmate Nie Jing is a girl who looks down-to-earth. After introducing herself to her, she started to turn over books and do questions. Her seriousness is enough to be able to take the exam for Peking University.

"Ms. Meng, what are you thinking about?" Qi Qiao slipped over, lay on the windowsill outside, leaned over and bounced her forehead.

Meng Shengnan came out of his seat and stood beside the aisle railing with Qi Qiao. The two of them lay on their heads and looked downstairs.

Qi Qiao said: "I didn't expect that the perspective from you is quite good."

"Then you choose the text."

Qi Qiao snorted, "How can that be done? Leaving Song Jiashu alone (2) I can't bear to leave it."

"roll."

Qi Qiao smiled and glanced at their class.

"Why are there not many boys in your class?"

"Um."

Qi Qiao turned back and sighed.

"It seems that I really worry about you when you have a boyfriend."

Meng Shengnan glanced at her.

"Besides, I'll tell your mother about your early love!"

"Go, she wants to."

Meng Shengnan: "Don't be fooled by me."

"I'm serious, she ordered me to get married after graduating from college, and it's better to hold two in three years."

Meng Shengnan: "...real or false?"

Qi Qiao shrugged.

"You can't be adopted by Aunt Qiao, are you?"

"Well, she said I picked it up from the ditch."

Meng Shengnan smiled: "I believe this."

"Hey, Comrade Qiao Meili's lifelong dream is to live together for four generations." Qi Qiao rolled her eyes after making a sigh.

One minute before the bell rang, Qi Qiao ran back to the science building opposite. As soon as Meng Shengnan stepped into the classroom, the male class monitor appointed by Lao Shi, who was 1.73 meters tall and 2.4 meters tall, and the waist was two feet four meters away, took the lead in singing, "There is a blue sky on his head, and a belief in his heart..."

The whole class of girls: "…"

After a few days, I almost got along well with the front and back tables.

The class was also very lively and full of women's temperament. Meng Shengnan sat in the back row, about 1.75 meters tall. He was quite thin and talked little to the people around him, but his brain was very good.

"You have to change your thinking about this question, but it proves that you know it?"

He asked Meng Shengnan slowly, the girl nodded, and then he continued to say it. After that, Meng Shengnan turned his body sideways and stared at the straw paper under his hands for a while, with an unconcealable envy on his face.

"Fu Song, I didn't expect you to be so good at math."

The boy seemed a little embarrassed and didn't speak.

"Whenever you encounter any major and difficult points in the future, look for Fu Song." His deskmate called Xue Lin, and he came over at this time and said with a smile.

After Xue Lin finished speaking, Fu Song slowly spoke.

"Learning is a process, and we have to learn to enjoy it while studying it. When you reach that saturation point, although the speed of time slows down, many things have come naturally."

Meng Shengnan: “…”

Xue Lin: “…”

During evening self-study, Qi Qiao came over to wait for her to leave together.

At that time, there were not many people left in their class (4). In their group, she and Fu Song had not left. Qi Qiao came in and sat in her seat and asked Meng Shengnan's feelings with a smile.

"How is the new life like, Ms. Meng?"

Meng Shengnan was stuffing a book into his schoolbag.

"It's pretty good," she said.

Qi Qiao said several times, "Look at your rosy face, I believe it."

After packing up the schoolbag, the two of them walked through the back door. When they passed by Fu Song, Meng Shengnan said hello and said goodbye. The boy's expression was quite light and he didn't look at Qi Qiao much. On the way, Qi Qiao commented.

"That boy just looked pretty stunned."
To be continued...