Rebirth 1998, Bai Yueguang got anxious after I stopped being a bootlicker

written request for leave

Dear Lao Gao:

Due to graduation, your student asks for leave from you for a permanent period of time. I hope you will approve it!

All students in Class 14.

……

When Lao Gao walked into the classroom carrying a cardboard box, his eyes trembled slightly as he looked at the words on the blackboard.

"You kids, what a bunch of you."

"I'm about to graduate, and you're still doing this to me."

"Okay, I won't nag you anymore. I just hope you will get better and better in the future."

"Also, when you get married in the future, don't forget to tell me..."

Lao Gao smiled and pointed at the students sitting under the podium, but his fingers moved slower and slower.

Finally, Lao Gao suddenly turned around, picked up the chalk, and wrote the word "agree" on the blackboard.

But these two words were written crookedly, and he used up all his strength.

These two words are like the gates of the Three Gorges Dam opening.

It made Lao Gao's eyes red.

Let the students' eyes sparkle.

The loud speaker in the broadcasting room was also turned on.

“Three years ago, in late summer, as the sun was rising, I was imagining the future;”

"Three years later, in the midsummer, as the sun was setting, I was reminiscing about my youth."

“Three years ago, at the junction of summer and autumn, I walked into that classroom full of intention;”

"Three years later, in this summer filled with the incessant chirping of cicadas, I silently turned back and said goodbye to that door filled with stories."

"Three years..."

Pan Yinian's deep voice made the originally noisy campus suddenly quiet.

All the teachers and senior high school students stopped silently, or raised their heads and stood still, thinking of the joys and sorrows of the past three years.

"Three years have passed, and what I promised everyone will be fulfilled at this moment."

In the radio studio, Pan Yinian opened the commemorative album that he once thought was childish but now cherishes, and plucked the strings of the piano.

"At the beginning we were all children,"

"The last last desire is to become an angel,"

"The ballad of the ballad hides the shadow of a fairy tale,"

"Where should the children's children fly to..."

Principal Dong, who was sorting out materials, slowly raised his head as he listened to the singing coming in from the window.

Standing between the teaching building and the school gate, Director Pan bid farewell to every graduate and turned his head to look in the direction of the broadcasting room.

Not wanting to let the students see his vulnerability, Lao Gao, who had just walked out of the classroom, turned around and walked back to the classroom...

"If you hear one day,"

"Someone's speaking those strange languages,"

"If you see one day,"

"There are so many books on the street, but I still want to learn music first."

"When I sing again one day,"

"Which corner will this song be in?"

"When one day I stepped into the

"Which fallen leaf will be on this campus?"

"Falling into the fleeting years of memories..."

The high school graduates listened quietly, and from their initial feeling that the song was beautiful, they gradually fell into memories, and then their eyes gradually became red.

When the line "The distance from the first floor to the third floor is only three years" came out, many people cried.

Zhang Xing, who was originally sitting in the last row, suddenly rushed out of the classroom and headed towards the broadcasting room.

When the words "The security guard and Principal Dong look like a married couple" came out, Zhang Xing, who was running wildly, suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground, then rushed towards the broadcasting room cursing.

Even the girl who was originally crying her heart out couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Principal Dong's face darkened as he cursed "bastard", then looked enviously in the direction of the broadcasting room, reminiscing about his youth that had passed many years ago, but also feeling fortunate that he could witness it all the way.

until……

"Principal Dong, Old Black-faced God, Old Gao, we love you."

“Maybe everyone forgets everyone else’s name, but remember…”

"The days of Gaozheng No. 5 Middle School."

Pan Yinian admitted that even though he felt so uncomfortable that his nose was sore, he could not sing the words about mom and dad in the original lyrics.

Even the penultimate sentence gave him goosebumps.

However, when the song ended, tears filled the classrooms and the sadness of parting filled the entire campus.

Even Principal Dong and Lao Gao raised their heads and cursed, "The wind is too strong!"

"Pan Yinian, do you have to be so sentimental? You've tricked me into pooping."

Zhang Xing, who had just rushed to the door of the broadcasting room, cried and laughed and cursed at Pan Yinian.

But Pan Yinian raised the corners of his mouth, hooked Zhang Xing's neck, and dragged Zhang Xing to the microphone.

Zhang Xing, who was originally full of impulse, wanted to run away.

But Pan Yinian held him tightly.

Pan Yinian pointed to the page of Zhang Cuijuan in the commemorative album, and then pointed to Zhang Xing's heart.

Then, shout into the microphone at the top of your voice:

"Zhang Cuijuan from Class 1, Senior 3."

"The person you like likes you too."

"He likes you to an extent you can't even imagine; he likes you so much that one day, he'll go to find you regardless of everything; he likes you so much that as long as you're doing well, he can completely give up himself."

"He loves you so much that he's willing to risk his life for you..."

Recalling his previous life, Zhang Xing burst into tears.

Thinking back to the previous life, the wall that separated Zhang Xing and Zhang Cuijuan.

Pan Yinian handed the microphone to Zhang Xing's mouth.

"Don't be afraid. We're about to graduate anyway. Old Dong and the Black-Faced God can't do anything to us."

Zhang Xing suddenly came to his senses and yelled into the microphone:

"Zhang Cuijuan, I like you, very much, very much..."

"I know I'm not good enough for you because I'm not good enough for you, but I tried my best, I really tried my best."

"I applied to the same university as you, and only that one. What if... what if I don't get in this year? I'll try again next year. You must wait for me..."

There was silence on the campus of No. 5 Middle School.

In the Class 1 classroom of Grade 3, everyone looked at Zhang Cuijuan with an indescribable envy.

at first.

Zhang Cuijuan sat in her seat, her face flushed with shame, and she was a little at a loss.

But with Zhang Xing's words, Zhang Cuijuan could no longer hold back, she suddenly stood up and rushed to the window...