C48 (1/2)

When I arrived at the classroom, the first class had already started 15 minutes ago. The math teacher was furiously knocking on the blackboard.

”First question, I'm sending you off with a sub-question!” ”Half of them were wrong. Tell me, why did you choose B …”

All the students remained silent. They lowered their heads to take notes. No one seemed to have noticed me.

When the math teacher saw my expression, he was a little surprised. Perhaps he heard from the teacher in charge that something had happened to my father, so he was already prepared to not return for ten days to half a month.

Normally, he would have been a person with an explosive temper, but today, he unexpectedly swallowed back the words he wanted to curse me with.

I didn't say anything and led the paper to my seat.

One by one, some of the students turned to look at me.

The look in her eyes was not one of concern, but of a sense of crisis, as though she was ”why did she come back”.

Our class could be considered as having the lowest grades among the 12 classes in the grade. In the second year of the year, our school will be divided into different classes according to the final examination results. Our class just so happens to be the seventh class. For us, the 70% junior high school promotion rate is the edge of danger. Anyone who isn't careful will end up with a high school saybyeby.

A key school is a very cruel existence, and the competitive consciousness will reach its peak in the middle school exam.

My desk was piled with the books of my classmates from front to back, who reluctantly took them away to make room for me.

”Wang Wang Wang did well this time. 110 points, far higher than the grade average. What does that mean?” This meant that she had an epiphany! ”…” The math teacher tripped over it and swallowed down what had happened at my house. ”In short, to be able to put everything down and come back to class, it can be seen that she has realized that if she doesn't get into high school, she won't get into a university. If she doesn't get into a university, she'll never have a chance to do so in her entire life …”

The math teacher started chattering on and on about the future. Some of the students put down their pens and looked over at me.

Yet another competitor had appeared. I read it in their eyes.

Taking a notebook out of his bag, he remembered that the day before yesterday, when he was fighting with his polo shirt uncle in the car, the pen case and the BP machine had died together.

”Can I borrow a pen?” I whispered to my table.

In fact, we didn't actually sit at the same table for long. The school had a monthly system of reranking by results, and I had just moved in last week.

”...” I only have one. ” she whispered, gripping her pen and shielding her notebook with her elbow.

Faintly seeing her score, 91 points.

I again whispered to my classmates around me to borrow a pen, but either pretended not to hear or said no.

The boy in the backseat rolled a pencil across the floor for me.

Junior high school has been taught the cruelty of this society from the moment they entered the school. The division of classes and ranking by results are all to let us understand that achievement determines everything. A person's identity, status, and importance all came from which class you were in and where you sat.

It was as if only black and white were left in this world, and studying well in high school was the only proper way to become a better person. Otherwise, one would have to live a life of inferiority.

”You will understand in the future when you enter society!” Every time he said this, the teacher would say it sincerely.

But I am only a junior high school students, sitting next to me to avoid the students to me made me very uncomfortable, maybe we are not friends or classmates at all, just competitors.

After class ended, I sat blankly on my seat. Some students around me are organizing notes, some are doing mock exam papers, I want to find someone to talk to, but everyone seems to be busy. I hadn't been to school in two days, and I was suddenly a stranger in this class.

Was I like them two days ago? I thought to myself.

I was busy arranging my notes after class, running to the tutorial class after school, and I had never cared about the people around me. Their happiness and worry seemed to me to be other people's business.

Anyway, I'm going to drop out of school, so I might as well not take the next class. Before the bell rings, I pack up my school bag and leave the classroom, hoping to take the opportunity to take a look around the campus in the end.

It was raining.

There was no umbrella in my bag, so I pulled out the mock exam paper and covered my head with it.

He watched as the pen on the paper was dipped by the rain and turned into tiny blue flowers.

”Hey …”

Someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

I turned around. It was a tall boy with a short, thin body, wearing a loose school jacket and new loafers.

”Is there something you need, student?” I asked.

”Do you remember me?” He was a little shy and his face turned slightly red as he said this.

I tilted my head and looked at him. He looked familiar, as if I'd seen him before, but I couldn't say his name.

”I am Zhang Peng, we were in the same class before we were divided. You sit in six rows and four rows, and I sit in seven rows and eight rows. ”