Chapter 11: Opening Ceremony

　　 Self-study in the morning and evening is generally relatively loose. The teacher will come and leave after a turn. At most, before get out of class is over, I will show up again and stop by the cafeteria for breakfast. However, Wang Yumin, the head teacher of the first class, is a female teacher, and sometimes kills a carbine. Not long after I left, I slipped back quietly and stood outside the last window of the classroom, secretly looking at who was sleeping, who was chatting, and who was reading a novel.

　　 Now this trick is still useful, but Feng Yiping knows that after less than a month, this trick will fail. Because generally speaking, when the teacher is there, the students will study harder and harder, so their voice will be louder. Usually when the teacher leaves, there will be fewer students reading, and the voice will generally be lower. When you hear the sound of students reading louder again, especially the sound of the one near the window, it means that a teacher is coming. Knowing this signal, returning the carbine would not work, and few students were caught again.

　　 When Wang Yumin came, left, came back quietly, and then left again during his self-study the next morning, Feng Yiping deliberately asked Wang Jinju, "Did you ask yesterday? What do those words mean?"

Wang Jinju and Huang Jingping blushed. Last night, they took the piece of paper and asked the second-grade classmates in the bedroom. After hearing the first sentence that had been translated, the girls were very interested, but none of them could. All translated. After the lights were turned off, the third-grade girl came back. She happened to be alone with a dictionary and was ready to read it under the blanket. After checking, how many people together, and finally put it together, so the girl in the house who is only 17 years old is a little upset. Surging.

　　At this time, Wang Guozhen’s collection of poems has spread all over the country, and several books are circulating on campus. Shu Ting and their obscure poems are also selected as model essays in the Chinese class. In the early 1990s, poetry and poets were still very popular.

Although there are only four short sentences, 　　 clearly depicts the infatuation and sadness of a crush. It is not yet the 21st century. "Love" is not yet a mantra on people's lips. For these junior high school students, love is even more a taboo word. Moreover, girls have always awakened earlier than boys in this regard, and many of them who are already in love will have a vague like or crush.

　　The attraction of taboos, coupled with the empathy of the same crush, I was unconsciously moved by these short four sentences.

　　 These 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 write such poems to them. But now, in reality, there is such an admiration around them, how can they not be upset.

　　 Wang Jinju and Huang Jingping slept in the bottom bunk of two beds in a row, just head to head. In the hot weather, I simply sat up and whispered through the mosquito net, "Who do you think he wrote this to?" Wang Jinju asked Huang Jingping.

　　'S words seemed to point, Huang Jingping said angrily, "How do I know?"

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

　　 Of course Huang Jingping didn’t follow Wang Jinju’s arm, "Nonsense, how could it be for me?"

　　 Wang Jinju said with an ear, "Don't look at his eyes, I have seen him sneaking at you several times."

　　 Huang Jingping was a little happy, but her lips were not forgiving, "Really? Why don't I know, besides, he might have peeped at you!"

　　 Okay, Feng Yiping thought that he had a high level of Taoism. After all, walking on the street with his wife, he could do it without leaving a trace, and sneak a glance at the beautiful sister paper on the street. Unexpectedly, I relaxed a little bit. After watching it a few times, Huang Jingping might not have noticed it, but was noticed by Wang Jinju next to her.

　　 This reminds us that no matter what we do, we must not take it lightly, and we must be strict with ourselves.

　　 Hearing this question, Wang Jinju thought he really didn’t know, so he evaded and said, “We don’t know, we don’t understand. What’s the name of the book? And the author, what’s the name, do you know?”

At this time, even Huang Jingping didn’t pretend to read a book, and turned her head to look at Feng Yiping, “I don’t know. I took advantage of my grandfather to talk to the bookstore clerk. What I saw in a broken book was all in English. Remember those few words, there is a photo next to him, of a white-bearded old man in a robe, who looks like an Indian."

　　 The girls, including Wen Hong who was listening with her ears upright, were a little disappointed. Wang Jinju wanted to say something, but was blocked by Huang Jingping. Wang Jinju tried to get past her, but Huang Jingping stretched out her hand on her body and hid her. She couldn't help laughing for a while, and without the strength, the two laughed over there again. stand up.

　　 With the natural gossip characteristics of girls, when they study early in the morning, even those girls who are near home and do not live in school will know. So during breakfast, some girls didn't point to Feng Yiping, but most girls were a little disappointed.

A thin little boy, a little dark, with small eyes and a not small nose. Although his facial features are okay to look at together, he is still handsome, but he has a standard "toilet cover" hairstyle and wears a sea soul shirt. At first glance, the blue trousers are the kind of cloth you made yourself, and the cloth shoes under your feet are untimely, and the whole person looks earthy. Alas, I can only say how great the hope is, and how much disappointment is almost the same.

　　 Feng Yiping pretended not to know these, and queued up to chat with Xiao Zhijie. What they are discussing now is how to take back the washed wet clothes when they take a bath at night without letting the teacher find out.

　　 Speaking of it, whether it is an adult at home or a school teacher, "water", this thing, including ponds, reservoirs, and rivers, is well controlled. Feng Yiping and his village have several ponds. For so many years, no child or adult has fallen into it. Of course, a pig once fell into the pond, but after a while, it swam onto the shore groaning.

　　 The school is even more excessive. If it catches criticism and education, it will find parents. The school has a lesson and a scolding, and the family has to fight, so going to the river to bathe and swim is still quite risky. So Feng Yiping, a good boy, has never been able to swim. Later, when he started working and had time to learn to swim, he felt that he was in his 20s or 30s. How to say he grew up on the Yangtze River. He could not swim and was embarrassed to go. Learning, caused him to be a land duck until he was born again.

　　 Feng Yiping thought for a while, no matter whether he went out with clean clothes or came in with washed and wet clothes, he was always unsafe from the school gate and had to think of other ways.

　　 He asked Xiao Zhijie what was the relationship with his deskmate, the daughter of the vice principal. Xiao Zhijie was still a little bit twitchy, "I'm pretty good with Zhang Qiuling. I was 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 courtyard where the principal and the others live, and we secretly enter and exit from there?"

　　 Xiao Zhijie thought for a while, "It still doesn't work. She has always been very obedient to the teacher. Tell her that we are going to take a bath in the river. He will definitely tell Teacher Wang and even her father."

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

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

　　 Among the three of them, Xiao Zhijie’s family has the best conditions, but his mother’s pickling skills are really not good, and sometimes the pickles they bring are black.

　　 After breakfast, all 12 students in the class, including Feng Yiping, who did not pay the tuition fees or paid all received the books. Two days later, dozens of books, large and small, all smelled of ink. This kind of scent, no matter how many books you buy in a bookstore, you won’t be able to experience it.

　　 Since the school started on Tuesday, and classes officially started on Wednesday, they only went to Saturday for three days. On Saturday morning, when they were running exercises, the principal gave an announcement. After the second class in the morning, the whole school had a meeting.

　　 Hearing the news, some people cheered, but Feng Yiping was a little sad. If the sun is still big today, it would not be easy to sit on the playground for an hour.

　　 After the second class, after doing radio gymnastics, everyone returned to the classroom, brought in stools, and sat on the playground in the order of exercise. The rostrum is of course on the platform in front of the building, composed of three desks, with a microphone in the middle. The platform was 5 steps higher than the playground, and a row of plane trees in front of the playground just blocked the sun for them. Between the two phoenix trees on the left and right of the steps, a red banner was pulled, with a few large characters on it, "Liangjiahe Middle School Summer Opening Ceremony in 1992".

First of all, of course it was the principal’s non-committal speech. He first reviewed his classmates from the third grade of the last junior high school. Three of them were admitted to the county No. 1 high school. One of them was less than 10 points away from the admission score of the city No. 1 middle school. Many classmates have been admitted to the county's TV universities, health schools, and vocational technical secondary schools, and their results are still gratifying.

　　 The first grade enrollment time this year has been the most. There are three classes. I hope that the new students will study hard, strive to be admitted to the first middle school, enter the university in the future, learn more useful knowledge, serve the motherland, win glory for the family and the school.

　　 Next is the chairman of the student union, a third-grade boy speaking. This male student spoke completely off-line. The speech was very organized and imposing, and the official article was full. From the international situation to the general trend of the country, we must first have a sense of historical mission, carry forward the spirit of ownership, and study voluntarily. Then it emphasized that the main task of the Student Union this year is to focus on the self-management and integrity of the students. The goal is to achieve self-management during exams, without teachers proctoring the exams and no one cheating.

　　 To tell the truth, seeing a peer of my age talking on the stage was quite a touch to the students. In particular, he also carries the title of "chairman". At this time, in the minds of most elementary school children, the word "chairman" is specific.

　　 Feng Yiping heard a classmate discussing that the chairman belongs to their village and his ambitions are not small. He said that he would not do it for him in the future. Feng Yiping has also heard similar words, because the junior high school classmates later contacted few, the portal site was not developed at the time, and there were no classmates recording these things. This is not a class chairperson and has never paid attention since then. UU Reading www.uukanshu. com doesn't know if he has always adhered to his ideals and embarked on a higher level of leadership than the township chief. This time, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and silently said in his heart, "Students, don't take the township chief as a cadre. Many people have been busy all their lives. In the end, they may not be able to be the top of the town. Don't be too high!

Then, a girl from the second grade of the first grade came to the stage to speak on behalf of the new classmates. Compared with the chairman of the student union, this person's momentum is much worse. She has been looking at the manuscript and her voice is not loud. Mandarin is indeed very ordinary, and she speaks appropriate words. Feng Yiping simply wandered out of things again, and finally, applauded with everyone.

　　 In the end, the dean of education presided over the summary of the previous semester and announced the current second and third grades, that is, the list of outstanding students in the first and second grades, and awards.

Accompanied by the athlete march, the Miyoshi students received the certificate, the hard shell notebook, and the fountain pen from the principal. The outstanding students received the certificate, the soft plastic shell notebook, and the ballpoint pen. In short, it is better than the stationery box Feng Yiping got in elementary school. And the pencil is in grade.

　　 For almost two classes before and after, Feng Yiping was sweating. As soon as the meeting broke up, the first-year students rushed towards the classroom, put their things in their hands, carried their schoolbags, packed their dirty clothes in the dormitory, and ran towards home.

　　 As for the second and third grade students, they will continue to stay in school, study hard, and make progress every day.

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