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"Hey, the danger is so high, the road to Shu is harder than going to the blue sky..."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Fuquan High School Senior Two (7) class has started morning reading.

Gao Chen sat in the last row by the window, bored - he didn't want to read early, to be precise, he didn't want to study.

"Gao Chen, where's the book? Why don't you take out the book and read it early! Why are you in a daze? Can you memorize it?" The head teacher Lao Chen found Gao Chen was absent-minded, and shouted with wide eyes.

Cursing his lips, Gao Chen took out his Chinese textbook from the desk, turned to "The Road to Shu", and read it in a low voice.

Only then did Lao Chen nod his head, and left the classroom after staying in the class for a while.

When Gao Chen saw Lao Chen leaving, he immediately stopped studying and turned to look out the window.

"Gao Chen, once Lao Chen leaves, you'll be a mess, be careful and I'll sue you!" Zhao Feng at the same table elbowed Gao Chen, and said with a smirk.

"Tell me, Lao Chen won't do anything to me anyway." Gao Chen didn't care, and dismissed Zhao Feng lightly.

"Tch, virtue." Zhao Feng rolled his eyes and continued to study.

Li Bai's "Difficult Road to Shu" has a magnificent atmosphere and a broad realm. Shen Deqian, a poetry critic in the Qing Dynasty, commented on this poem: "The strokes are vertical and horizontal, like a flying gnat, thundering between fingers and Gu."

Gao Chen sighed in his heart: When will he be like Li Taibai, free and unrestrained, unrestrained and unrestrained in the world, romantic and heroic, without needing to sing about the trivial things in his heart, causing people to worry.

The weather has just entered autumn, the trees are verdant, the sun is jumping in the shade of the trees, it does not feel stuffy but brings a sense of brightness, the birds sing softly in the breeze, and occasionally stop on the treetops to rest, it is also very pleasant——

Gao Chen couldn't help but feel more depressed.

At home, at school, nothing could please him.

The noise of relatives at home kept echoing in my mind: screams, cries, the sound of throwing things, several people scuffling together regardless of face...

Day and night, endless!

As soon as Gao Chen returned home, there was only a cloud of smoke and no place for himself.The result he got when he went up to persuade him was that the uninterrupted farce intensified, and he was injured.

In school, his grades were always hovering in the middle and lower reaches. He worked hard, made progress, and had hoped, but he couldn't get rid of it because of family affairs.

Gao Chen just felt that it couldn't get any worse. In the latest quiz, Gao Chen directly fell out of the top 500 in his grade——

There are only about 600 students in the entire science department of their school, and he is already in the bottom 100.

Scratching his head impatiently, Gao Chen took out a piece of draft paper from the desk, wrote a few words on the paper fiercely, folded it into a paper airplane and threw it out of the window.

He was really a little bit helpless.

......

"Cao Cao, mixed bombs, big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate..."

Downstairs, students in class 4 ([-]) of senior high school are also doing their morning reading. Dong Li, who is sitting by the window, is reciting "Pipa Xing" repeatedly. This is a necessary chapter for the college entrance examination and must be memorized.

Suddenly, the leaves swayed a little more, and the perched birds seemed to be startled, and quickly left the place. The sunlight was a little dazzling, making Dong Li squint his eyes slightly.

Open your eyes again——

A small white paper airplane landed on his desk.

Dong Li picked up the paper airplane and blinked, wondering how it came about.

"Han Yiyang, did someone in our class play with paper airplanes just now?" Dong Li poked his deskmate.

"Paper airplanes? No... who is playing with paper airplanes at this time." Han Yiyang shook his head.

This is even more strange, he was sitting by the window outside, not the corridor, so it must not be thrown by the people on this floor, besides, no one would leave the classroom during morning reading time.

That's... from outside?

Downstairs, it’s impossible—can paper airplanes still fly from bottom to top?Today's wind is not too strong, so it is impossible to do such a heaven-defying thing.

That is, it can only fly out from upstairs?

Dong Li pursed his lips, poked his head out slightly, and glanced up and down, but there was no one there.Looking at the paper airplane in front of him, Dong Li suddenly felt that the boring endorsement in the morning had some color and fun.

Picking up the paper airplane and gently taking it apart, he unexpectedly discovered that there was actually writing inside:

Don't want to study! !

Go to hell! !

Stay away from me! !

The exclamation point was also thickened with a water-based pen, and each word seemed to be written with great effort, almost seeping through the paper.

It is conceivable how much anger and unwillingness the writers have.

but--

Don't say the word "death" lightly.

Dong Li frowned, his eyes were a little dignified, this paper airplane might be venting, but it didn't look like a joke, such an angry person declared "death", in case this person really had something in his heart... That kind of impulse is not good.

As a classmate and peer, Dong Li wanted to have a good communication with this person. If something happened, it would have a very bad impact on him and his family.

——He wants to reply to this person and tell him that there are still many ways to solve the problem, and there is no dilemma that cannot be overcome.

But he couldn't be sure whether the paper airplane was thrown from upstairs. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he made a mistake?

What is he going to do?