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In the summer of 2001, the weather was particularly hot, and a layer of skin could be burned out in a few minutes after exposure to the sun. That day was not as simple as talking about forty degrees.

Everyone in Xiangshan was waiting, and sweet rain came from the sky. A depressing and dull smell spread in the air.

In the third-grade teaching building of the junior high school of the No. 1 Middle School in the city, it is no exaggeration to say that when you walk on the stairs, you can hear the strong breathing of students in the classroom and the rustling sound of the pen tip on the paper.

Today is the 29th day to last for the high school entrance examination.

The innermost classroom on the second floor is Class 8, Grade 3, Grade 3, Grade 3, Grade 3, Grade 3, Grade 3. In the words of the principal at the opening ceremony of Grade 1, Grade 8, you will already be sitting in the famous Olympic class in the high school. If you continue to maintain it, you will sit in the classroom of Peking University and Tsinghua University in the future. This sentence is the belief of all students.

When I was a child, my parents were so sorry that they were genius under the stick.

At that time, I was fourteen or fifteen years old, and I didn’t quite understand what college was, I didn’t understand what the future meant, I was carefree, and I didn’t know what worries meant.

That day, it was around four o'clock in the afternoon.

Almost all students are burying their heads and calculating. Occasionally, one or two students raise their heads and turn their necks freely, stretch their waists, then sigh and continue to calculate. Some simply stretch their legs and easily turn their pens in their hands, dazed.

The study room is very quiet.

The girl in the fourth row against the wall quietly looked up and looked around, poking the girl in front of her with a pen. Her voice was low and small, "The teacher said."

The girl who was called gently put down her pen, turned her head slowly, and her eyes signaled her what she was doing.

"Hehe," the girl smiled, pointed to her head, and said to her with her mouth: "I'm so bored."

The teacher glanced at her, then looked at her deskmate who had lowered her head and was not affected at all. "Then what do you want to do, Miss Su?"

Miss Su, the famous Su Hua.

The girl smiled sly, "You can chat with me."

The teacher said, pointing to the watch on his left hand, "Sister, the get out of class has not yet ended."

Su Wei immediately became depressed, "But I'm just annoyed."

"sleep."

The master and Su Wei were stunned. The cold voice was... The two of them looked at Su Wei's right, and the boy was still lowering his head to do arithmetic, as if the two words just now had nothing to do with him.

"Tsk." Su Wei rolled his eyes, but I just wanted to disturb you.

The master smiled depressedly, pointed at the boy, then pointed at Su Wei, and turned around.

Su Hui and her "Dear" deskmate are a pair of happy enemies.

She could vaguely hear Su Wei begin to concentrate his combat power on her poor deskmate.

The classroom was very hot. The teacher said that he felt a little evaporated. After looking at the time, the get out of class was over in two minutes. She stopped writing and looked up at the window. The sky was still endless blue, without white clouds, without drizzle and breeze. A sultry smell spread around, a little sticky and hot.

"Students, stop the pen in your hands."

The teacher said that it was the head teacher Lao Yang. His clothes looked a little wet and sticky, probably because he wanted to go back to the classroom before get out of class.

"I just informed me of a meeting at the school. In order to adjust and relieve everyone's nervous mood before the exam, each class must have two programs. There is no need to deliberately rehearse or something. Just get together to liven up the atmosphere. The party will be held next Friday, and this matter will be left to Ke Bei." After Lao Yang said that, he paused and looked at the teacher and said, "The teacher said, you can collect the English homework book and carry it to my office later."

Ke Bei, the class monitor of Class 8, is Su Qi's deskmate. As soon as Lao Yang left, the bell rang after the get out of class ended.

The class suddenly became boiling.

Su Qi took the photo shooter and said excitedly: "The teacher said, don't you play the piano?"

The master said no, and immediately realized her malicious intentions, "I haven't played for a long time, Su Qi, what do you want to do?"

Su Wei looked at Ke Bei with a smile, "Detective Conan, I have already helped you with a show. How do you want to thank me?"

The master said that every time he heard Su Xi call Conan, he wanted to laugh. He still remembered that when the third year of junior high school started, Lao Yang arranged seats and Su Xi became a very aura boy next to him. Su Xi asked the boy's name, and the boy slowly spit out two words: "Ke Bei."

Su Wei was shocked at the time, "Do you know Conan?"

The master said he laughed at that time.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth again. Ke Bei glanced at Su Wei and looked at the master and said, "You can play the piano."

The master said that before he could speak, Su Qi took the lead and said: "Level 8, what does this mean?"

The master said that he really wanted to slap Su Yi. He had known Su Yi for two years. He knew that the naughty child could not control his mouth. She was a little dizzy, "That..."

Ke Bei knew about it for a year. He was quite clear about the character of the teacher. The girl was a little too quiet and did not continue to force it. "If no one gives the show, I'm afraid you will be in urgent need of help."

Shi Shuo smiled relievedly, nodded in agreement, and then glared at Su Hui fiercely, and Su Hui smiled dullly.

It was three minutes before the class time was held, and the teacher, who was the representative of the English class, said that he would collect all the homework books.

Before leaving, she was stopped by Su Zi. She slammed the weight of her hand and said, "Well, it's a bit heavy, why don't I go with you?"

The teacher jokingly shook his head, "No, you go and read the book."

Because it was class time, it was very quiet outside the teaching building, so the teacher said that he would come out of the building and walk out.

The weather was stuffy, and she held the notebook in her hands, lowered her head and walked forward. When she arrived at the teacher's office building, she had to pass through a large playground.

The teacher said that he would follow the path outside the field, and the ponytail behind his head fell on his right shoulder, and a little sweat was oozing out from his forehead, and some bangs were pressed against his head.

As he walked, the sound of basketball falling to the ground came from his ears. The teacher said he frowned slightly. It was such a hot day, but it was still time for class to play basketball?

Because the sun was too dazzling, she squinted her eyes slightly and her head turned to the right.

A dozen meters away, a boy skillfully followed the ball and then rotated freely in a loop, then held the ball in his hand and jumped up in the air.

A very beautiful shot, and the surroundings were very quiet. The teacher said that he heard the basketball fall on the ground and bounced, and then echoed in a very empty way.

The boy was wearing white short-sleeved and black sweatpants. He looked tall and upright from a distance, and was swaying like the wind.

He swung the ball quickly and agilely between his left and right legs, and his hair on his forehead was already soaked, and he threw it away from his forehead as he moved.

The master said that it could even be imagined that if you look at it from a close distance, you would probably see his face full of sweat.

The teacher said he was walking very slowly, and his eyes kept swaying with the boy.

This is the first time the master said he has seen Han Yu.

Until a long time later, she remembered the day when he was sweating and galloping through the basketball court.

She held her homework book and slowed down. As soon as she looked back, she heard a thunderous sound in the sky. The master said he was a little stunned. He looked up at the sky. He looked at the sky. Is it... going to rain?

She turned her head to look at the boy again. He seemed unmoved and was still playing basketball. The teacher said that he would withdraw his gaze and his steps had accelerated toward the office building.

As soon as I walked into the teaching staff building, it rained heavily.

The master said that he looked at the direction of the playground. The tall figure seemed to be still there. She was a little stunned. It was raining so heavily... Why didn't he leave?

"The teacher said." It was Lao Yang.

"Oh," the teacher said immediately, "Teacher Yang."

"Well," Lao Yang nodded, "Isn't it so heavy rain wet?"

"Teacher Yang, who doesn't have it."

Lao Yang glanced at the rain outside and said, "Please carry the notebook to my office."

When she came out of Lao Yang's office, Lao Yang gave her an umbrella, but she refused, but later she couldn't resist and accepted it.

Getting down from the building, she opened her umbrella and was submerged in the rain.

The rain was heavy, and half of the stairs splashed were wet. The rain seemed to have accumulated for too long, and it could not be finished.

The rain had accumulated to the height of the heels, and she could see the vague figure from afar through the hazy rain line.

With such heavy rain, he was like an ice sculpture, unmoved.

It was raining heavily, and it hit the cheek in the wind, and it hurts like a knife.

She stood under the umbrella and looked at the other end quietly.

It’s not right to leave, nor is it not right to leave. It takes more than ten minutes.

She looked at him, dripping in the rain, so desperate.

The boy suddenly stopped and slapped the basketball in slow motion.

Then, slowly turned around and walked in the opposite direction until she walked out of her sight, less than half a minute.

Until he could not see him, the master said slowly dragged his steps back.

When I arrived at the classroom, the teacher said that he was still a little free. When he opened the textbook, he couldn't read the words inside.

Su Wei whispered to her from behind, "Teacher... said."

Helplessly, the master said that he didn't hear it at all, and his mind was full of the boy playing basketball in heavy rain.

The master said, shook his head, turned his mind back to normal, and started reading.

After this class, it will be evening self-study, with half an hour of rest time in between.

As soon as get out of class was over, Su Wei called the voice master and said, "What are you doing?"

Su Wei suddenly looked up to the sky and wailed, feeling sad, "Detective, I called you for seventeen times."

"Ah?" said the teacher, pursing his dry lips, "What are you doing?"

Su Xi sighed, "I almost thought you couldn't come back with such heavy rain?"
To be continued...