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"Examination paper."

In the classroom on the fourth floor, there was the sound of paper flying, and the students passed the test papers in their hands back, but there was no other communication in the classroom.

The frozen red palms were hidden in the warm cuffs, and the snow was flying outside, making the faces of every student in the classroom look a little stiff.

The snow fell very early this year. In early November, the blizzard came, which seemed to indicate that it would be an extremely cold winter.

Liu Zhibin was walking around in the class with his hands in his pockets. This group of students whom he was about to take care of for three years would be disbanded in the same place and headed for a different future, as their teacher. , head teacher, Liu Zhibin hopes that everyone can achieve excellent results in the college entrance examination next year, but the reality proves that it is impossible, some people are bound to be frustrated, he is not disappointed, but just worried about the future of those students who can't find their way .

"Two classes, do it well. This is a simulated paper for the college entrance examination. Don't cheat. No one cares about your score. This is a chance for you to know your current ability. If you can, you won't. I don’t care what happened before, but if you copy this time, fill in the wrong application, and report to the wrong school, it’s your own business.”

The college entrance examination is strict, and there is no chance of plagiarism. No one should think that they have the ability to cheat in the examination room. As a teacher, Liu Zhibin hopes that this test can measure the true grades of every student in the class, but whether he cooperates or not is a matter of Look at his students unconsciously.

Liu Zhibin walked to a desk, stopped, lowered his head, nodded on the desk, and said in a low voice, "Write well."

Cheng Yan, one of his most regrettable students, was sitting in front of the table. Cheng Yan had just filled in his name, and when he heard this, he looked up and saw the expectant eyes of the old class, and nodded seriously.

Now he is no longer the troublesome teenager he used to be. Now he is Cheng Yan, a top student who has grown up, made some progress, and has made great progress. Yan's performance can be seen in the eyes, and the teachers of various subjects also reflect that Cheng Yan has made great progress. His progress is obvious to all from teachers to classmates.

I'm not afraid of those who can't learn well, and I'm not afraid of those who don't want to learn. What I'm afraid of is those who can learn well but don't want to learn. As a teacher, he understands that too well. He has wanted to pull Cheng Yan time and time again. Going ashore was useless, now he figured it out, no matter what the reason was, Liu Zhibin had great expectations for him.

The exam environment was good, no one whispered to each other, and everyone listened to what the old class said. This time, the simulated exam papers for the college entrance examination revealed many people’s true colors. At the top of the list, it turned against the wind.

"Cheng Yan?" There was a surprised voice in the office. The female teacher wearing glasses adjusted the frame and walked from one desk to another. "No.1 is Cheng Yan? Li Xiaoxiao?" ?”

"Look, this time I watched it myself, focusing on him, and I definitely didn't cheat." Liu Zhibin smiled, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"This kid has been very motivated since the second semester of his sophomore year of high school. I know that, but it's a bit scary to rush to No.1 in such a short time." The female teacher checked the math paper, and other teachers gathered around, looked at the test paper, and clicked. nodded.

"Those who have a solid foundation are quick to learn." The female teacher put the paper back, and couldn't hide her surprise in her eyes.

"He has always been good. The teachers who took him before told me that he has a good background. He used to get full marks in the math test, but then he went downhill." The teacher also knew each other. Liu Zhibin knew that he had taught Cheng Yan Every teacher who mentioned this student said that he was well-founded and smart, but he was ambitious and didn't study hard.

"Now I can't understand the child, and so does one of our class," another teacher who was revising the test paper said, "That's really smart, but he doesn't study, and usually sleeps in class. If you ask him the question, he can solve it." Come out, it's amazing."

"There have always been people like this. When I was young, which class didn't have two of them?"

"Indeed, how did your student figure it out? Can you let him teach those in our class? They are almost nervous after the college entrance examination."

Liu Zhibin said happily: "Then who knows, I told him a few words, it's useless, I care about the students themselves."

This statement was approved by all the teachers.

-

After the exam, Cheng Yan did not go back to the dormitory, but went to the courier station. The snowflakes outside were still falling. Cheng Yan was wearing a cotton jacket and put on a hat on the back of his neck. His face was flushed red from the cold. He was wearing a red cotton jacket. It was very dazzling in the whiteness, and the shoes made a "creak" sound when they stepped into the snow.

On the way to the courier station, someone patted his shoulder from behind. Cheng Yan was surprised that anyone could recognize him even though he was wrapped up like this?He turned around and saw Zhou Xikuo.

"You know all of this?" Cheng Yan's mouth was steaming, and it was quickly melted by the ice and snow.

"I saw you from the back," Zhou Xikuo looked him up and down, "It's so festive."

It's really pretty, Cheng Yan's skin is fair, and the red suits his vigor even more. The hat is pressed tightly, revealing only a pair of snow-stained eyes.

"I didn't buy it." Cheng Yan looked at the padded jacket on his body, and then asked, "Where are you going?"

"Take the express delivery, how about you?"

"Me too, let's go together."

The two came to the courier station together. When it was snowing, there were not many people queuing up to pick up the courier. Cheng Yan and Zhou Xikuo chatted while queuing.

"How is the school team doing recently?" Cheng Yan has not paid attention to the news of the school team for a long time. Since quitting, his life has been so full that he has no time to care about other things. He is overwhelmed by the deep sea of ​​questions every day, panting No chance of breath.

"That's it, not as energetic as last year," Zhou Xikuo sighed, "After the deputy team left, everyone felt a little slack. If this situation continues, next year's joint school competition will not be able to survive."

"How come?" Cheng Yan's brows were a bit worried. He still cared about the development of the basketball team, or the reputation of his school. Chengnan has won the championship status for many years, and it would be reconciled if it fell.

"Team Zhu and Master Wang have also tried their best, and there are some great ones, but there are not many of them. We are not as good as the last one in this session, and we will not be as good as us in the next one. Needless to say the result." Zhou Xikuo's tone was full of sighs .

Cheng Yan doesn't know what to say to comfort him. If this is an established fact, then there is no way to change it. Each term has its own mission. 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, other schools will have a comeback It's time, Cheng Yan and Zhou Xikuo, as senior three students, can only watch this unsatisfactory result.

After queuing for a while, when they arrived, Cheng Yan reported the number, Zhou Xikuo was behind him, and the two took out the package. Zhou Xikuo looked at the two big boxes in his hand and asked, "What did you buy?"

"I didn't buy it, someone else sent it to me." Cheng Yan stacked the two boxes together. He couldn't wear his hat when he went out, and he had no hands to use. Zhou Xikuo thoughtfully lifted the hat for him from behind and put it on his head. , Cheng Yan smiled at him.

"Let's go back to the dormitory." Zhou Xikuo said.

Back in the dormitory, Cheng Yan, who was covered in wind and snow, pushed open the door with difficulty, and put the things on his desk. The dormitory was very quiet, and someone was taking a nap, so Cheng Yan carefully opened the packing box.

It was a pair of shoes, plush, with fingers rubbing against the soft fluff, Cheng Yan opened another box.

He thought that there should be something similar to shoes in this box, but it was not, but a pair of exquisitely packaged gloves, padded with shredded paper, and a sachet, which seemed more expensive than cosmetics.

Cheng Yan took out the pair of gloves. The blue and white gloves covered every finger in all directions. There was a little penguin printed on the back, which could be worn by both men and women, and felt very comfortable to the touch.

Cheng Yandai felt it in his hand, then picked up the phone with the other hand, took a photo, and sent it to someone.

--received.

The person on the opposite side didn't reply, he should be busy, Cheng Yan took down the shoe box, took out a shoe, stepped on the chair and tried it, it was just right, not too big or too small, Cheng Yan pressed the toe of the shoe with his thumb.

There are sticky notes on a table, all of which are English words and mathematical formulas. There is no computer, and books, textbooks, and some materials borrowed from the library are piled up in the corner. People in the dormitory always joke that Cheng Yan’s The location can't be approached, it's all spells, and it's a headache to look at it.

After Cheng Yan sat down, he took out a book with a pen and a notebook in it. Every book has its function, and there is absolutely no one that has nothing to do with the knowledge of the college entrance examination, because Cheng Yan has been immersed in this environment for a long time. Yan's heart also settled down and calmed down, as if he had changed into a different person, maybe because he really grew up this year, not only in age, but also in soul, and now he is a reliable adult.

He was just about to review when the phone screen lit up.

Xu Yi's text message.

——Are you coming to play today?

Cheng Yan and Xu Yi have also known each other. There is almost no one in Hei Ba's ballroom who doesn't know him, but since he finished the provincial game, he rarely goes there again. Xu Yi has to ask him every two days.

--not going.

Xu Yi [OK];

Cheng Yan [hmm];

Xu Yi【High and cold】;

Cheng Yan [? 】;

Xu Yi always said that he was cold, but Cheng Yan didn't think so. He just chatted with Xu Yi briefly. He couldn't bear the word cold, but when he wanted to refute, he swiped the chat content on his mobile phone, and there was really no rebuttal. chips.

He doesn't plan to participate in any competitions this year. He has no time to devote his mind to other things. He will do what he can. Right now, this goal is enough for him to pursue. He doesn't want any accidents. day after day status.

"Old Cheng," Guan Di on the next bed rested his chin, looked at Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan met his gaze, and Guan Di sighed, "Can you stop messing with us?"

Cheng Yan turned around, didn't answer him, and continued to review and brush up the questions.

Guan Di looked up to the sky and sighed: "Is there anyone in charge? Such an excellent person is still working hard, but I am sleeping like a big head!"

Zhang Teng waved his hand: "Add 1."

Qu Tao: "Don't be anxious, it's not because you don't work hard that you are not good."

Guan Di concluded: "Me and my four bad roommates."

Cheng Yan didn't listen to what they were talking about at all. Now he was able to keep his ears to the outside world, and he would answer them a few words at first, but as time passed, he couldn't even cope.

After he finished memorizing a knowledge point, the phone screen just turned on. Cheng Yan saw the information interface and quickly unlocked it.

--Does it fit?

Cheng Yan smiled unconsciously at the screen.

——It fits well, is soft and comfortable.

——That's good, I didn't look at my phone just now outside, there has been a blizzard in your place recently, don't go out.

--I know.

——Wear thicker.

-I see.

Cheng Yan typed quickly, cherishing every second of chatting time, this was a little comfort for him after he was about to suffocate in the sea of ​​questions every day.

— Do you miss me?

—Do you have to ask it every day?

--Um.

--think.

——How much do you think?

——Think today more than yesterday, think tomorrow more than today.

Cheng Yan has used this answer countless times, just like he can't get tired of listening to Song Yu ask him the same question, distance creates beauty, and a different place will only make the concentration of passionate love higher.

——Don't catch a cold, don't get sick, this winter is very cold, don't pursue style or temperature.

Cheng Yan is used to his elders telling him countless times every day, but he never resents it. He misses the people who are far away.

——What else should I wear?From top to bottom, from inside to outside, which one did not follow your old instructions to put on?There is also this red padded jacket, which is hot even when I wear it in class.

— how wonderful.

Then a text message came in.

——This is the first winter when I leave you, it is very cold, next year at this time, I hope to hug you.

Cheng Yan stared at the screen in silence for a minute, and suddenly an idea popped up.

——Do you know what "hug" means in Japanese?

--do not know.

Cheng Yan laughed, without further explanation, and typed affirmative words under the screen with two fingers.

——This time next year, I will definitely be in your arms.

——You must be able to hug me.