like electricity

13.

The matter of Zhou Zezheng waiting for a group of people to drop out of school was like a small stone thrown into a pond. There was not much follow-up, and the discussion quickly went down. It was replaced by the monthly exam that Teacher Li said before.

Two days before the Ching Ming holiday, the teachers in each class transferred their lessons to each other, ignoring the complaints, and handing out the papers during the continuous class time. The classroom was so quiet that only the rustling of the pen on the paper could be heard.

Although the teachers verbally said that they mainly inspected what they learned from last semester to this semester, in order to give this group of students who have been lazy and playful for more than a month since school started, they can calm down and prepare for the next two major exams. It is generally difficult, especially the last few big questions. Many people feel that this time they are dead after reading the questions.

Mathematics was the last exam. Teacher Zhu, who taught mathematics, was holding the collected papers. As soon as he stepped out of the classroom, he heard the wailing of students behind him.

He turned his head and knocked on the door, "Clean up, we have class later, I've said everything I need to say, and let Teacher Li teach you the rest."

The exam is over, and there are two more evening self-study sessions that are the long-awaited vacation for everyone, so everyone is a little listless.

"How was the test?"

Jiang Chou grabbed one end of the table, briefly glanced at her deskmate, then continued to lower her head and focus on pushing the table, "It's okay."

Although it is not a formal exam, the teacher asked them to move the tables away from the first session to ensure that there are only one person and one seat.Now that the exam is over, the whole classroom is filled with the noise of table legs rubbing against the ground—the boys are better off, but the girls are the hardest-hit area. In the end, a few unsightly boys took the initiative to help them move the table back to its original position.

In such a busy and chaotic scene, there was only one person who was different, and that was Zhuo Shuang.

Zhuo Shuang easily pushed her desk back to its original position, and then went to drive away Jiang Shou, who had no strength to watch, and let him watch honestly.

"Let me do it. I haven't finished the last two big questions. Whatever questions Lao Zhu is looking for, I feel that they all involve the content of the second year of high school."

The desk itself is not heavy, but the textbooks piled inside.Zhuo Shuang put a little force on her wrist and the two tables aligned, as easily as if they were joining together two building blocks.

"Thanks."

Jiang Mou briefly checked to see if the front and back were aligned, and when she was sure they were aligned, she pulled out her chair and sat down, taking out the half-written physics homework.

From the fourth class in the afternoon to the evening self-study, there is a full 10-[-] minute break. He calculated that it was almost enough for him to finish writing two big questions.

"Small matter." Zhuo Shuang flicked her wrist and complained half-truthfully, "Doing homework again? Do you want to be so serious?"

After more than a month of school, he has long been used to his deskmate doing homework every day besides class, but this does not prevent him from being shocked every time he sees it.

"Forget it usually, finish writing early and go to bed early, tomorrow is a holiday, do you still have to do your homework?"

Jiangchou's eyes stopped on the question, and she was so serious that she didn't look like a person who just finished the exam, "Well, when I go back... I don't have much time."

Not having a table or private space is a trivial matter. Recently, for some reason, his mother and Xie Shun had quarreled behind closed doors, pinging and rattling, and several times he woke up from his sleep, and then kept his eyes open until dawn.

"It's a little bit to be able to write a little bit."

His words were rather vague, and Zhuo Shuang misunderstood it as another meaning.

"Qingming is three days off, where are you going to play?"

His writing hand stopped for a moment, "Go to the mountain to visit the grave, it was agreed a long time ago."

"Sure enough. I'm going to visit the grave too, so everyone looks pretty much the same. My grandma went there early, and I almost don't remember what she looks like, but I still go to visit her grave every year. What about you?"

Jiang Shou didn't really want to discuss this topic with someone, but he couldn't resist this person telling him about his affairs, so he couldn't say nothing at all.

"Grandpa and grandma."

His grandfather and grandmother, the two best people in the world to him.

If only they were alive.In order to expel this unrealistic thought from his mind, he forced himself to look at the physics problems in his notebook and think about how to answer them next.

After a few minutes, he reached for the correction tape and found that the person beside him was still there.

"What do you see me doing?"

Zhuo Shuang rested her chin on one hand, boredly flipping through the books she borrowed from the library a few days ago.

His fingers were very thin and long, rubbing the typeface on the paper, a little ink was stained on his fingertips, and a narrow smile flashed in his eyes, "Are you stupid?"

Jiang Shou, who was caught in the face, hastily turned his eyes away, and said a little indiscriminately, "I thought you went out."

"What am I going out for?" Zhuo Shuang raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Class will start soon, what am I going out for?"

Jiang Mou glanced at the wall clock on the wall, indeed, there are less than 5 minutes before class, not even enough time to go to the supermarket.

"I thought you were hungry."

Usually at this point in the afternoon, Zhuo Shuang would go to the supermarket to buy some bread, or ask Wei Zhixun to bring him two buns from the cafeteria, so as not to be hungry during self-study last night.

Zhuo Shuang still focused half of her attention on the book, and said casually, "You are not hungry."

His subtext was "How could I be hungry if you're not hungry", Jiang Miao pondered for a while but couldn't figure out what kind of logic this was - did he have anything to do with this person whether he was hungry or not?

"Go ahead, leave me alone."

The 10-minute class break was passed by the sound of Zhuo Shuang turning the pages of the book and the complex and cumbersome physical model.When class was about to start, the schoolbag behind him shook, and it took him a few seconds to realize that it was his mobile phone.

Before the teacher came, he took it out to have a look. It was a text message, and the sender was his mother.

——I'm going to work overtime tomorrow, so I'm not free.

A sentence of less than ten words has no second meaning no matter how you look at it, but he stared at it for a long, long time.

It was obviously something that had been agreed a long time ago, why did she break the contract temporarily at such a time, didn't she want to go and see them?

"what happened to you?"

Only then did he realize that Zhuo Shuang was looking at him worriedly.

"It's okay." He tried to focus his eyes, "I'm a little tired."

"You better be really okay."

The class bell rang, and teacher Li, the class teacher, came in with a stack of papers. It seemed that he didn't intend to let them have a good holiday.

"Let's see what you got in the exam." Yuemo's grades were not satisfactory, and she threw the paper on the podium angrily, "This is the first class, the experimental class, and I don't remember my last name after a winter vacation." right."

She was furious at the top, and the group of people below didn't dare to show their anger. At the same time, she silently estimated in her heart how many points she could get in the chemistry test this time--those who got high in the test were okay, but those who got bad in the test buried their heads even lower, for fear of gunshots. It's time to align yourself.

"If you go to take the midterm exam in your state, I feel ashamed for you at the parent meeting. You haven't worked hard so as not to embarrass the middle school."

Using the pretext of the monthly exam, she explained all the questions in the class during this period, and then began to hand out the papers for this monthly exam from low to high.

After all, it is Class 86, the lowest score is [-], it is a girl named Di Xuan.She was usually not very conspicuous in class, and she didn't want to be noticed at this time. She quickly stepped forward to take the paper and ran back to her seat, burying her head in her arms like an ostrich.

Wu Dawei, Fu Heng, Wei Zhixun... After reading more than 90 points, Teacher Li's face looked a little better.

"Zhuo Shuang, 101." Mr. Li, a student who did well in the exam, had a simple comment, "The exam was not bad, but the basic questions still lost a lot of points."

"Understood." Facing the class teacher, Zhuo Shuang became a little more serious, not so lazy, "I'll pay attention next time."

Teacher Li waved his hand, "Go back."

Zhuo Shuang took the paper and returned to her seat, "It's much higher than I thought, huh? It's your turn, you did well in the exam, my friend."

With a score of 120 on the test paper, Jiang Choi scored 108 and ranked fifth in the class. Many people looked at him with admiration.

"Next time you do calculations carefully, don't lose points where you shouldn't lose points. If you don't lose four points, you will be in the top three."

Jiang Choi looked at the scores on the test paper, but couldn't tell if they were satisfied or not.

"Okay, a bad test once doesn't mean a bad test for a lifetime. It's only freshman year, so it's not too late to study hard."

Teacher Li gave a sweet date with a stick, and encouraged them to start talking about the test paper from the multiple-choice questions that made the most mistakes in a few words, and asked people to get up to answer the questions while speaking.

Holding the pen, Jiang Mourn's eyes stayed on the calculation problem where the decimal point was written incorrectly, but her heart drifted far away.He thought about a lot of things, but he always felt that he was not thinking about anything, so he went in a big circle, and finally went back to the text message.He told himself not to be disappointed and to be considerate of her difficulties. After all, it was not easy for her all the time, but he still couldn't help but feel a little bit of resentment. He didn't know who he should hate. Maybe he hated her a little bit, but more Hate this dissatisfied, white-eyed wolf-like self.

Teacher Li's voice was high-pitched, bright and penetrating, and she spoke impassionedly about the key points of chemical formula balance.He closed his eyes, and the hours of his grandmother's death came back to him again.He thought that he would never forget those cloudy eyes filled with tears and the gradually cold palms in his whole life. She died slowly under his gaze.She spent her life waiting for her always busy daughter to come home to see her and her children, but she was always disappointed, and this time was no exception.

Every time he thought of this, he couldn't restrain the vicious thoughts in his heart... Suddenly someone touched his elbow, bringing him back to reality.

His hands were still shaking, and the nib of the pen left an ugly blob of ink on the test paper.

It's Zhuo Shuang.Only Zhuo Shuang would do such a boring thing.

Zhuo Shuang still maintained the appearance of a good student who was attentively listening to the lecture, but the subtle smile on the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

He lowered his head and found that Zhuo Shuang had pushed the draft book that he had pressed under the paper a little.

On the exposed corner, a sketch was painted with a water-based pen. Although the strokes are very rough, it can be seen that he has received professional training.

These lines combine to form a frowning, preoccupied side face of someone, with a few flamboyant characters beside it.

you are already awesome.Seeing clearly what Zhuo Shuang wrote, he was a little dumbfounded.

Did this person think he was worried about things like test scores?Somehow, the cloud that was entrenched in his heart was dispelled a little, leaving a gap just enough to allow a ray of light to shine in.

However, it was this faint light that made him feel pained for his despicableness from the bottom of his heart.