When I was in Reply 1988

Chapter 818 A Different Atmosphere

She is indeed very hardworking.

If you say she loves to have fun, then she really does.

The classroom door was pushed open, and the chubby homeroom teacher strolled in.

The previously noisy classroom fell silent instantly, and several students who had been dozing off were woken up by their deskmates.

As for Nangong Yimeng, everyone is used to it and lets her lie there.

Wang Zixian raised his hand and shouted, "Teacher, this isn't a Mandarin class, it's a music class!"

The chubby homeroom teacher smiled slightly, turned around and wrote the two big characters "Self-study" on the blackboard.

"Ah~~~"

There was wailing from the audience.

"Quiet, starting today, music, French, home economics, and physical education will all be studied on your own."

The students' cries of agony grew louder.

The chubby homeroom teacher pushed up his glasses, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"You're in your final year of high school, time to get focused and start studying. Kids, even though you're tired now, you'll realize this is the best time of your lives when you're older, have children, and are living your lives."

"Yes."

The students gave perfunctory answers.

The homeroom teacher's gaze swept across the innocent faces in the classroom, their eyes filled with a naive innocence and naivety.

"That's true. You probably don't understand anything right now. It's much better to play around and have fun now. How could you possibly understand anything? Start studying!"

With a sigh, the homeroom teacher walked out of the classroom, leaving the students wailing incessantly.

The students do whatever they want, just like they do after class.

Only the class monitor was banging his pen on the table, making a loud "clattering" sound.

"Hey! Quiet down, let's start studying."

Deok-sun picked up the headphone cord, and the moment the black earphones were put into her ears, the noise of the classroom was instantly shut out.

She tilted her head slightly, turning her gaze to the window.

A spring breeze happened to pass by, and the curtains were gently lifted.

She rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window, sunlight dancing on her eyelashes.

Deok-sun was lost in thought, or perhaps she wasn't thinking about anything at all.

Meanwhile, at Ssangmun-dong Boys' High School.

The atmosphere during self-study classes was slightly better than at the girls' high school; at least most people were flipping through books.

Of course, there was one exception: Liu Donglong, who was fast asleep.

Mike grinned mischievously as he took off his shoes and then patted Liu Donglong on the shoulder.

Liu Donglong turned his head in a daze, and before he could react, Mike suddenly shoved his shoe in front of his face.

It stinks!

"Ugh~"

Liu Donglong's eyes widened instantly, his face scrunched up like a crumpled piece of homework paper.

Li Renyong turned his head and said softly, "Stop fooling around, let's start studying. Look how serious Shanyu is."

On Jung-hwan's desk was a blue paper airplane with a large and a small face drawn on its wings.

This is Zheng Fengdie's airplane, and it is also his dream.

Jung-hwan always carried it with him.

Looking at the paper airplane, he threw it out the window.

The wind carried it away into the distance, like a feather breaking free from its restraints.

It flew smaller and smaller until it disappeared from sight.

In the past, he might have hesitated.

But not anymore.

He will carry on his brother's dream.

On the application form, I also filled in Air Force Sergeant School.

My brother will be happy when he finds out.

After throwing the airplane, Jung-hwan seemed to feel relieved and ready to study seriously.

Liu Donglong turned his head and looked at his textbook.

"What is this? Have we learned this before?"

Jung-hwan had an incredulous expression on his face.

Have you forgotten everything, whether you learned it or not?

Liu Donglong continued, "Why bother explaining this? This is for reference, isn't it?"

Jung-hwan took out a thick dictionary, pressed it down on Yoo Dong-ryong's head, and placed it on top of the dictionary.

"Go to sleep."

...Class 7, Grade 11.

The classroom where Yu Hui was located was relaxed, filled with a lazy and comfortable atmosphere.

It was much more enjoyable than my senior year of high school.

Several boys gathered together, bursting into laughter from time to time.

Unlike seniors in high school, their teachers aren't very strict, and it's not class time now.

Yu Hui is playing games with his friends.

Place the coin on the textbook, then slap the textbook hard with your hand.

Whoever flips all the coins wins all the coins.

Unfortunately, Yu Hui was unlucky and lost four hundred yuan.

The school bell rang suddenly, and the sound of running footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Yu Hui returned to her seat and realized that this was a music class.

"Should I bring my recorder today?"

The classmate nodded.

Yu Hui cried out in despair, "It's over, I didn't bring any."

My deskmate took out a recorder from his bag and tapped it twice on his music textbook.

A few drops of saliva flew out of the flute mouth, and he smelled them with disgust.

Yu Hui laughed and said, "Looks like you're really taking this seriously."

When the teacher entered the classroom, his eyes swept around the room.

He was a young new teacher, and although music class, like art class, wasn't considered an important subject, he still taught it with dedication.

At the beginning, apart from Yu Hui, who looked rather old, the other students in the class seemed very sunny and energetic.

After a while, Yu Hui's deskmate also began to grow older and older.

Finally, he found that his face had also become haggard.

He plans to finish teaching music this year and then continue teaching 11th graders instead of following other students.

"Those who didn't bring their recorders, please come on stage."

This is preparation to hit someone and begin corporal punishment.

The Peninsula explicitly stipulates that classrooms may use wooden sticks with a diameter of two centimeters and a length of half a meter to punish students.

For boys, only the buttocks are allowed; for girls, only the thighs are allowed.

Several people stepped forward in a flurry, and Yu Hui, clutching his backside, was the last to get up.

Based on his experience, as long as there are many students making mistakes, the teacher will run out of energy to punish them.

Whoever is last gets the least hurt.

Yu Hui does have a bit of cleverness.

Sure enough, the students took turns going up to the podium.

Facing the blackboard, he stuck his butt out.

The teacher took a wooden stick and hit each student five times.

As the sun set, the stick suddenly broke.

Yu Hui was secretly delighted; it seemed he was spared the pain of having his buttocks hurt.

The stick was so short, it didn't feel like it would hurt.

He walked up to the podium and stuck out his buttocks.

The teacher shook his aching arm and said, "Hitting people must be tiring, why don't you sing a song?"

He is a music teacher, and having students sing is part of his teaching.

Yu Hui looked on in surprise: "What?"

Although he secretly signed up for the national singing competition, no one knew about it.

Whether they were classmates or neighbors in the alley.

He didn't show off his singing talent to anyone except his deskmate.

"What are we doing? Get ready to begin."

"Teacher, I'd rather be beaten."

"My arm hurts, just sing any song and then you can leave."

"How about I borrow a stick from the class next door?"

He is an introverted and quiet person. Although he likes music in private, he is easily shy in public.

Most importantly, he looks older than his age and is often mistaken for an older man, which made him somewhat self-conscious during his adolescence and unwilling to be the center of attention.

The students below started to jeer, all speaking in unison.

"Sing one song, sing one song."

Only his deskmate looked expectant.

(End of this chapter)