Chapter 11 Opening Ceremony

Self-study in the morning and evening is generally relatively loose. When the teacher comes, he will walk around in a circle. At most, he will show up again just before the get out of class ends, and stop by the cafeteria to have breakfast. However, the head teacher of the first class, Wang Yumin, is a female teacher. After walking for a while, he slipped back quietly, stood outside the last window of the classroom, and glanced secretly to see who was sleeping, who was chatting, and who was reading novels.

Now this trick is still useful, but Feng Yiping knows that in less than a month, this trick will be invalid. Because in general, when the teacher is there, the students will study with a lot of heart and force, so the voice will be louder. Usually when the teacher leaves, there will be fewer students reading, and the voice will generally be lower. When you hear the voices of your classmates reading louder, especially in the area by the window, it means that there is a teacher coming. Knowing this signal, the carbine will not work, and very few students will be caught again.

Early the next day, when Wang Yumin came, left, quietly came, and then left again, Feng Yiping deliberately asked Wang Jinju, "Did you ask yesterday? What do those words mean?"

Wang Jinju and Huang Jingping blushed. Last night, they took the paper and asked the second-grade classmates in the dormitory. After listening to the translated first sentence, the girls were very interested, but none of them could All translated. After the lights were turned off, the third-grade girl came back, and she just happened to be reading it under the covers with a dictionary. After checking it, a few people put it together, and finally they roughly pieced it together. Therefore, the girls in the room up to the age of 17 were a little excited. surging.

At this time, Wang Guozhen's poetry collections have become popular all over the country, and several books are circulating on campus. Shu Ting's hazy poems were also selected as model essays in the Chinese class. In the early 1990s, poetry and poets were still very popular.

Although there are only four short sentences, it clearly depicts the infatuation and sadness of a crush. It is not yet the 21st century, and "love" is not yet a catchphrase that people talk about. For these junior high school students, love is even a taboo word. Moreover, girls have always awakened earlier than boys in this regard, and many of them who have already started falling in love will have a hazy love, or a secret love object.

The attraction of the taboo, coupled with the empathy of the same crush, I was moved by these short four sentences unknowingly.

These girls in the school may not necessarily understand what romance is, but what girl doesn't have a romantic dream? In the dream, someone should write such a poem to them. But now, in reality, with such an admiration by their side, how could they not be excited.

Wang Jinju and Huang Jingping slept in the bottom bunk of two beds in a row, just head to head. The weather was hot, so he sat up and whispered through the mosquito net, "Who do you think he wrote this to?" Wang Jinju asked Huang Jingping.

This sentence seemed to mean something, and Huang Jingping said angrily, "How do I know?"

Wang Jinju chuckled in her ear, "I think it might be for you."

Of course Huang Jingping refused to obey and slapped Wang Jinju's arm, "Nonsense, how could it be for me?"

Wang Jinju whispered, "Don't look at his small eyes, I have seen him secretly aiming at you several times."

Huang Jingping was a little happy, but she was not forgiving, "Really? Why don't I know, besides, he may have been peeking at you!"

Well, Feng Yi Pingyuan thought that his morality was very high. After all, he and his wife could walk on the street without leaving any traces and peek at the beautiful girls on the street. Unexpectedly, I relaxed a little bit, and after watching it a few times, Huang Jingping might not have noticed it, but Wang Jinju next to her noticed it.

This reminds us that no matter what we do, we must not take it lightly, and demand ourselves from high and strict standards.

Hearing him ask this question, Wang Jinju thought he really didn't know, so she shied away and said, "We don't know, we don't understand it, what's the name of that book? And the author, what's the name, do you know?"

At this time, even Huang Jingping didn't pretend to read the book, she turned her head to look at Feng Yiping, "I don't know, when my grandfather was talking to the bookstore salesperson, I saw it in a broken book, all in English, I just read it. Remember a few words, there is a photo next to it, it is an old man with a white beard, wearing a robe, and he looks like an Indian."

The girls, including Wen Hong, who was listening with pricked ears, were a little disappointed. Wang Jinju wanted to say something, but was blocked by Huang Jingping. Wang Jinju tried to pass her, but Huang Jingping stretched out her hand and slapped her on top of her. She couldn't help laughing for a while, and she lost her strength. The two were laughing over there again. stand up.

With the innate gossip characteristics of girls, when they were studying on their own, even those girls who lived nearby and didn't live in school knew about it. So during breakfast, not some girls pointed at Feng Yiping, but most girls were a little disappointed when they saw it.

A skinny boy, a little dark, with small eyes and a big nose. Although the facial features look okay when put together, he was originally handsome, but he had a standard "toilet lid" hairstyle and wore a sea soul shirt. , The blue trousers look like the kind that I bought and made myself. I wear cloth shoes that are out of time, and the whole person looks dirty. Alas, it can only be said that the hope is as great as the disappointment.

Feng Yiping pretended to be ignorant of all of this, lined up in the queue, and chatted with Xiao Zhijie. What they are discussing now is how to get back the wet clothes when they go to the shower at night without the teacher finding out.

Speaking of which, whether it is an adult in the family or a school teacher, the "water", this thing, including ponds, reservoirs, and rivers, is well controlled. There are several ponds in Feng Yiping's village. For so many years, no child or adult has fallen into it. Of course, a pig had nearly fallen into the pond, but after a while, it swam ashore with a groan.

The school is even more extreme. If it is caught criticizing education, it will find parents. A lesson, a scolding at school, and a beating at home are inevitable, so going to the river to take a bath and swim is still quite risky. So Feng Yiping, a good boy, has never been able to swim. Later, when he started to work and learned to swim, he felt that he was in his 20s and 30s. After all, he grew up by the Yangtze River. He didn't know how to swim. Learning, so that he was still a landlubber until he was reborn.

Feng Yiping thought for a while, no matter if he went out with clean clothes or came in with washed wet clothes, it was always unsafe from the school gate, so he could only think of other ways.

He asked Xiao Zhijie how his relationship with the daughter of the vice-principal was at the same table. Xiao Zhijie was still a little twisted, "I have a good relationship with Zhang Qiuling. We are classmates in Hope Primary School."

Feng Yiping said, "Can you discuss with Zhang Qiuling and let her watch at the door of the small courtyard where the principal and the others live, and we sneak in and out from there?"

Xiao Zhijie thought for a while, "It still won't work. She has always been very obedient to the teacher. When she told her we went to the river to take a bath, he would definitely tell Teacher Wang, even her father."

"Then you can only take a shower, then come back to change your clothes, and then go to the pond to wash." Feng Yiping said.

"Yeah, it's nothing, it's safe." Xiao Zhijie held the porridge in one hand and the steamed bun in the other, "Let's go and find Wang Changning. The pickles he brought have soybeans in them. It's delicious."

Among the three of them, Xiao Zhijie's family had the best conditions, but his mother's skill in pickling pickles was really not very good, and sometimes the pickles she brought were dark.

After breakfast, including Feng Yiping, 12 students in the class who did not pay or did not pay all the tuition fees also received the books. Two days later, more than a dozen books, large and small, all smelled of ink. No matter how many books you buy in the bookstore after you start working, you will never be able to experience this kind of fragrance.

Since the school started on Tuesday, classes were officially started on Wednesday, so they only attended three days, and it was Saturday. When they were running for the exercise on Saturday morning, the principal gave a speech and notified that after the second class in the morning, the whole school held a meeting.

Hearing this news, some people cheered, but Feng Yiping was a little sad. If the sun was still shining today, it would not be easy to sit on the playground for an hour.

After the second class, after the radio gymnastics, everyone returned to the classroom, brought stools, and sat on the playground in the order of the exercises. The rostrum is of course on the platform in front of the building, made up of three desks, with a microphone in the middle. The platform is five steps higher than the playground, and a row of plane trees in front of the playground just blocks the sun for them. Between the two plane trees on the left and right of the steps, there was a red banner with a few big characters on it, "The Opening Ceremony of Liangjiahe Middle School in the summer of 1992".

First of all, of course, it was the principal's speech. He first reviewed the students in the third year of the previous year. Three of them were admitted to the county No. 1 middle school. Many students have been admitted to the county's TV University, health school, and vocational secondary school, and their grades are still gratifying.

This year, the first-year enrollment has always been the largest. There are three classes. I hope that the new students will study hard, strive to be admitted to the first high school, and be admitted to the university in the future, learn more useful knowledge, serve the motherland, and win glory for the family and the school.

Next was the student council president, a third-grade boy who spoke out. This male classmate spoke completely out of script. His speech was very organized and imposing, and his official essay was full. From the international situation to the general situation of the country, we first require everyone to have a sense of historical mission, carry forward the spirit of ownership, and voluntarily study hard. Then it is pointed out that the main task of the student union this year is to focus on the self-management and integrity of the students.

To be honest, seeing a peer chatting on the stage is still quite touching to the classmates. In particular, he also carries the title of "chairman". At this time, in the minds of most elementary school children, the word "chairman" has a special meaning.

Feng Yiping heard some classmates talking, saying that this chairman belongs to their village and has a lot of ambition. He said that he would not do it if he was given a township chief in the future. Feng Yiping also heard similar words, because the junior high school classmates had little contact later, the portal website was not developed at that time, and no classmates recorded these things. Knowing if he has always adhered to his ideals, he has embarked on a leadership position higher than that of the mayor. This time, he couldn't help but want to laugh a little, and said silently in his heart, "Classmates, don't take the mayor as a cadre. Many people have been busy all their lives, and in the end, they may not be able to become the number one in the township, so don't be too ambitious!"

Then, a girl from the second class of the first grade came to the stage to speak on behalf of the new classmates. Compared with the president of the student council, this girl's momentum was much worse. , Feng Yiping simply wandered off again, and finally, applauded with everyone.

Finally, the dean presided over the summary of the previous semester, announced the current second and third grades, that is, the top three students of the first and second grades of the previous semester, the list of outstanding students, and awarded awards.

Accompanied by the athlete's march, Miyoshi students received certificates of merit, hard-shell notebooks, and pens from the principal, while outstanding students received certificates of merit, small notebooks with soft plastic shells, and ballpoint pens. and pencil on the grade.

About two classes before and after, Feng Yiping was sweating. As soon as the meeting was over, the first-year students swarmed towards the classroom, put away the things in their hands, carried their schoolbags, packed dirty clothes in the dormitory, and ran towards home.

As for the students in the second and third grades, they will continue to stay in school, study hard, and make progress every day.

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