Li Ziyang lowered his eyes slightly and looked down at Xia Mingqiao.

This girl looks lively and beautiful.

If you like you, you have to be nice to you...

yes.

I never thought before that there would be someone who would be so kind to him besides his parents and grandma.

Unconsciously, deep affection surged into my heart.

Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, Xia Mingqiao raised his eyes and happened to run into his tenderness.

For a moment, I didn't have time to cover up the blushing on my face.

I had to turn around quickly and hurried towards the classroom.

"Go back, I'm back to work."

"OK."

Li Ziyang followed her with a faint smile, staring at her shaking little hand and making a bad idea.

Pick.

He quickly patted the back of her hand.

Xia Mingqiao's face turned red, she quickly took her hand back and placed it in front of her abdomen, and also shouted "Report."

Teacher Wu Jing was sitting on a chair reading a book. When he turned around and saw the two of them coming back, he quickly waved his hand and let him go.

Li Ziyang stood at the table and waited for Xia Mingqiao to go in and sit down before he sat down.

Wu Jing glanced at the building opposite: "Oh. It's so soon. In another month, they will leave. You are going to be in the third year of high school."

It seemed that she was talking to herself, but some of the students in Class 1, Grade 2, looked up at her.

I also felt new because of this sentence.

Teacher Wu Jing pushed his glasses and smiled so gentlely: "There is still time for children. Take the time to study, everything is possible."

After turning around twice, Li Ziyang turned his head to look at the light-up classroom opposite.

He once heard his senior year of high school.

Boring and tormenting.

In the later stages, I feel even more tangled.

Every day I look forward to when the college entrance examination will be well rested, but at the same time I don’t want it to arrive so early.

High school life comes to an abrupt end, which always makes people uncomfortable.

this time

You must take the Huaqing exam.

He said silently in his heart again.

I can no longer go to an unsatisfactory university like last year, which is a pity.

"Okay... write the questions." Li Ziyang stretched and picked up the math paper placed on the table to calculate it.

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...

By the end of the semester, the courses that should be learned have almost been completed.

All classes have entered the review stage.

However, Chinese teacher Fang Yong recently took the Chinese language elective "Appreciation of Ancient Chinese Poetry and Prose"

He, a teacher, has always been Buddhist.

Anyway, all the classmates in the class are so smart that there is no need to be too serious.

He seems to like the unofficial history of celebrities very much.

For example, when talking about "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow", we will tell some love stories between Yang Guifei and Li Longji.

Students are more interested in this.

He also became more and more excited as he spoke.

Talking about "Spring River Moon Night" can also popularize Zhang Ruoxu's life.

This time I talked about the lesson "The Death of Xiang Yu", and also gave you the stories of Liu Bang and Xiang Yu.

The students from Class 1, Grade 2, also listened with relish.

Li Ziyang listened and turned to face the window.

Three cute white doves were seen falling on the railings of the corridor.

I jumped and didn't know what I was doing.

Look away and look into the distance.

I saw the flowers blooming and the shade was green.

The sunlight shone through the window, making people's eyes hurt.

When Xia Mingqiao saw him frowning, he immediately used a book to help him block the sunlight.

"Are you still sunbathing?"

“No more sun.”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Fang Yong: "Cough. I just said this after class. I still have the same old style, and I translated one sentence by one. Starting from there."

Li Ziyang saw that the first person had already stood up to translate. He was a little far away from him. He was waiting to be bored and thought about translating the whole article.

When the train arrived at him, he could stand up calmly and say, "So King Xiang sang and said, "So, King Xiang sang and said, "Strive to pull mountains and the spirit is vast! Time is not good, but the horse will not pass away! What can you do if the horse will not pass away! What can you do if the horse will not pass away! What can you do if the Yu Xi and Yu Xi do!"

He paused and said confidently: "At this time, Xiang Yu couldn't help singing a sad song with great emotion, and wrote a poem and chanted by himself: Power can cross mountains, heroism is unparalleled in the world, and when luck is not good, the horse will stop running! What should I do if the horse does not run? Yu Ji, Yu Ji, how will I arrange for you to be properly?"

Fang Yong: "Well, the translation is very good. Please sit down, next one."

After sitting down, he naturally turned his pen, staring at the book and continued to listen to the class carefully.

In fact, it is really boring to translate classical Chinese by one sentence like this.

It is common to listen and fall asleep.

I looked up and saw that there were actually a few students who were already listening to the class.

Watching them sitting there, lowering their heads, seemingly listening seriously.

actually

Catch sleep, catch these, and catch them one by one.

If you don't move, your eyes will definitely be closed!

Li Ziyang couldn't help laughing when he looked at those people.

Some people even go to bed after translating themselves.

The train drove to Shu Yue, but she still sat steadily in her position, her butt seemed to be growing on it.

Teacher Fang Yong happened to stand beside her, waited for a long time and patted her on the back.

"Ah?" Shu Yue stood up in a panic, her cramped look made everyone laugh.

She didn't know where the translator was, so she asked her deskmate before getting into the state.

Shu Yue looked at Teacher Fang Yong and smiled embarrassedly, touched the broken hair in his ears, and said softly: "King Xiang said: I heard that Han bought my daughter? I have thousands of households in the city. I committed suicide. I committed suicide."

After saying that, it was time to translate and it was a little bit twitchy.

"King Xiang said, I heard that the King of Han used a thousand pounds of gold and tens of thousands of households to offer rewards to seek my head. I will give this benefit to you! After that, I took up a sword and cut my wrist and committed suicide."

"Puchi! Hahahaha!!!"

Her magical translator made the classmates laugh.

Even Lao Fang didn't jump over his serious face and smiled lightly.

He thought this matter was both angry and funny.

"I said Shu Yue! Look at the picture below! Xiang Yu used a sword to scratch his neck, but you still cut your wrist and commit suicide? Even if you can't translate it, you can always read the picture! How can it be translated into suicide by cutting your wrist and committing suicide?? What did you translate this feat?"

Lao Fang laughed while complaining.

After saying that, he patted Shu Yue on the shoulder: "Sit down and continue!"

The other end

Li Ziyang lay on the table with a smile.

He kept repeating "Secretly committing suicide by cutting his wrist? Drawing his sword and committing suicide? How did he think of it! It's so amazing."

My deskmate Xia Mingqiao had just finished the after-class homework for this class. Seeing him like this, he blinked in confusion.

Is it so funny?

She doesn't understand very much.

But seeing Li Ziyang so happy, he secretly followed him.

She breathed slowly, straightened her back, and dragged her chin to look at the building opposite.

I could see some students leaving their seats to do the test.

Looking at the senior high school opposite, I actually felt anxious.
Chapter completed!