Chapter 1 (1/2)
Is there a God in this world?
Is there any extraordinary existence in this world?
Am I mentally ill?
These are three questions that Yan Chong often thinks about recently.
Earth, 2030, China.
It's April, the spring breeze is blowing slightly, and the cold idea is slightly receding. Two Orioles are singing green willows.
Jiangdong City No. 1 middle school senior three (Class 2) in a classroom.
”Bang!”
A chalk head along a beautiful arc accurately and incomparably hit the head of a teenager sleeping on the desk under the platform.
Yan Chong suddenly raised his head, rubbed his bleary eyes, looked at the platform blankly, but yawned uncontrollably.
Standing on the platform was a middle-aged woman in casual clothes. She was a little fat, her eyes were full of wrinkles, her temples were slightly gray, and her eyes were wearing a pair of old-fashioned black frame glasses. At the moment, her face was full of disappointment and heartache.
”Yan Chong, if you don't want to listen to my class, just stand outside! Don't stay in the classroom
With the roar of a lion, Yan Chong immediately came back to his senses and walked out of the classroom without expression.
”This guy is sleeping in class openly again. Wu Yanzu of No.1 middle school is wearing different clothes!”
”What's the matter with Yan Chong? He's been in a broken jar since his third year in high school.”
”In the evening, I dare to sleep in class if I have to roll too much.”
”You say, it will not be studying quietly at home, sleeping in class during the day, and then pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Will you be cruel in the exam?”
”Funny, he's been declining in his exams. Do you read too much novels?”
”Don't tell me, I really saw a very good novel recently, called” advertising space for rent. ”
The classroom was humming.
”Students,” Zhang Yuqing, the head teacher in charge of the class, clapped the platform with his textbook and said with painstaking heart: ”it's less than two months before the college entrance examination. It's time for us to make a final decision on our fate. We must not give up ourselves. Whether you can play games in big cities with fast Internet speed in the next few years depends on this wave
All of a sudden, there was a laugh of ridicule.
”I don't know what Yan Chong thinks. Anyway, you didn't learn it for me or your parents, but for you. When you get to university, you can play and play. You should fall in love. But in the next few decades, you roll up your sleeves and give me a sprint
”Yan Chong's counter example, I hope you can take it as a warning.”
Zhang Yuqing is waving the arm of the book, with her slightly fat figure, slightly funny. After feeding several bowls of chicken soup to the students, he continued his lecture.
With a bitter smile in her heart, Yan Chong has always been a good student with good character and learning in the first and second year of senior high school. It can be said that she is morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically and aesthetically developed.
However, since the third year of senior high school, her grades have suddenly fallen off a cliff. She often sleeps in class and doesn't hand in her homework. As a head teacher, she has talked to Yan Chong many times, but it's a pity that they have no effect.
What's more, Yan Chong's parents are not at home due to work factors, and no one can manage him at ordinary times. Therefore, she can only give up.
Outside the classroom, the cool wind blows through the corridor, making people sleepy gradually.
Yan Chong stood against the wall and once again began to think about the three issues.
As a young man of the new era, although he often takes a look at the starting point of the online articles, he has been told by the rational thinking of the quality education training in the past ten years that most of the stories there are made up by the authors.