In summer, the hot sunlight can almost distort the air.

The stuffy air makes people feel restless.

As June officially begins, the atmosphere has become more and more tense these days. I don’t know when it started, as if the mountains that were originally hanging above my head were getting closer and closer. The figures of chasing and fighting on campus are often seen disappearing.

The campus outside the teaching building is sparsely populated and empty like a ghost town.

In Class 9, starting from the first table you can see from the gate, each table has high review materials and tutoring papers stacked on the front end. The students have all arrived, but no one can hear the sound of someone talking in the classroom. In the silence, only the sound of electric fans whispering and cicadas, sometimes mixed with paper turning and writing with pen lifting.

The windows were open and the curtains were shaken by the wind.

Qiao Nan sat in the seat with her chin in her cheek, her posture as loose as ever. Yan Zhiyang, who was holding a face to open the tutoring book at the back table, raised his pen and hooked it a few times.

The students around him stretched their necks and stared at the problem-solving process he wrote.

"You are mentally retarded." Qiao Nan acted as impatient as every time in the past year. "Have you reviewed it carefully? Can't you remember this question?"

Yan Zhiyang touched his head and looked at the questions and laughed: "There is no way. I have been flipping through junior high school textbooks recently. The test points are too complicated. Every place is everywhere, and it makes me messy. Hehehe..."

Fearing about the students who were reviewing around them, their voices were very low. As a result, Guo Zhi, who was sitting next to Yan Zhiyang, looked at them and suddenly laughed.

Yan Zhiyang respected Qiao Nan, and was not polite to him, and directly hit him with his shoulder: "Smile, laugh, Brother Nan is the only person in our school who got the ranking from the provincial biology competition. Your last second mock exam was not as good as me. Where did you come from to laugh at me?"

Guo Zhi's leg injury has been healed, but his skin is still pale. In recent days, his parents have been numbing his body to death, and a little healthy blood color appears on his pale face. He pushed Yan Zhiyang away angrily: "Get out, why don't you say that you are not as good as me in the first mock exam? The second mock exam is three points higher than my total score. I'm afraid it's not enough for you to talk about it for the rest of your life."

After scolding, he paused again: "And who is the one who has time to laugh at you? I just laughed when I thought about how we looked in our first year of high school."

When Yan Zhiyang heard this, his movements of chasing him suddenly stopped.

He was silent for a moment, and then laughed, turning to the classroom with complicated eyes: "I looked like a senior high school... I can't remember even if I don't say it. At that time..."

At that time, in Class 9, not to mention the tutoring papers on the table, they might not be able to find books on several tables during class. Among the students who were sleeping or dazed, only a few people would support the teacher, the group of class bosses who sat in the back seats seemed even more unscrupulous. Cards and cards, mobile phones and fights, and they had disagreements, and they slipped away from the back door of the classroom and went to the Internet cafe.

At that time, how could they know that they also had a day when they held books and asked someone for questions, and when they were talking subconsciously because their classmates focused on studying?

He "at that time" for a long time, and finally said, "At that time... I was so young."

The circle of friends around them all laughed: "It seems like you are so old now."

Then a wave of footsteps came from the door, interrupting the rare atmosphere of relaxation.

****

Qiao Nan looked up and met the faces of his class teacher Lao Mo, along with the teachers and school leaders. He was slightly stunned, and the rest of the students in the class who were buried in the head also stopped their movements as they arrived.

A wonderful and depressing atmosphere gradually spread out in this small space, and the cicadas crowing outside the window became more and more noisy.

Old Mo stepped onto the podium and glanced at the little heads buried behind the books in the classroom. His eyes moved slightly, and he was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Classmates."

"Today is the last day for you to stay in this classroom. The school decided to give holidays to the senior high school students two days in advance so that everyone can go home to regain their energy and welcome the college entrance examination two days later."

When he said this, facing the suffocating silence of the audience, he smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "Thank you for this period of time! Congratulations to everyone, you will never have to get up before dawn to go to morning reading classes, and you will not have to go home after school with your homework late at night. In a few days, you will be completely free and free!"

In such a relaxed tone, the cheers did not get the cheers that should have been received. In the classroom of Class 9, the students' eyes were even blank. Even Qiao Nan stared at his smiling face for a while, and then slowly fell on the book in front of him.

The piles of tables and baskets were not stuffed, almost filling half of his high school test papers. He pinched his pen and did it one by one, turning the book and pointing the key points. He was as smart as him, and occasionally felt tired when he was doing the questions late at night.

But the teachers of No. 12 Middle School have never been urging them to study enough, and they wish they could only sleep for two hours a day to pour things into their minds. Every mouth is spitting such a similar reminder - "You should study harder!" You should improve your grades!"

The score notice board at the school gate, the college entrance examination countdown on the blackboard... everything.

Since entering the senior year of high school, such a tense atmosphere has always been like a shadow, causing the people around to be as tight as a bowstring. As a result, when he was about to feel that nothing was wrong with this high pressure state--

But it's over?

There was a sense of powerlessness that hit the cotton with one punch. It was difficult for Qiao Nan to describe what kind of mood he was now, just like a road that he had been walking and thought he could go on forever. Suddenly he saw the end.

In fact, he didn't have the only way to take the college entrance examination, but at this moment, he still felt the oppression of the storm.

The war that had been prepared for a long time is finally about to begin, but the soldiers' life and death are uncertain. Many students in Class 9 have begun to regret their failure to lay the foundation during the urgent review over the past year. It can be said that compared to the enemy, they are so unfavorable from equipment to food and grass. When they realize that the final judgment is about to come, many people even showed panic expressions on their faces.

Yan Zhiyang and his men, who had suffered from the hardships of working, exchanged their gazes with pale faces—

what to do?

There is really no time!

Lao Mo on the podium looked at the group of children who had been with him for three years and sighed softly: "Students, there is nothing to be nervous about. I know what you are worried about, and I believe you also remember the importance of the diploma I mentioned. Over the past year, teachers from various subjects and I have forced you to do test papers and write questions every day, so that everyone can achieve better results in the exam room. But after working hard for more than a year, at this time, the teachers have to tell you something different."

He turned to look at the teachers in charge, and the teachers on the podium who had tried their best to achieve the grades of Class 9 all laughed, and started talking to each other-

"We usually tell you every day that 'one exam will determine your life', in fact, it is to make everyone feel more stressed and be more motivated to learn under pressure."

"But in fact, this is just to encourage you and make you more progress. Your life has just begun. How could you be so easily determined by a college entrance examination score?"

Yan Zhiyang's voice was very tight: "But what if we really don't perform well?"

Lao Mo turned to him gently: "So what? Even if you miss this time, there will be many opportunities in your future life."

"A diploma is really important, but it is not as important as you think. 985, 211, good universities and bad universities, and even if you really can't go to college for various reasons, this experience is only a part of your life, and it will not become your whole life."

"It is a key and a ticket that allows you to reach the finish line easily, but will first-class people reach their destination one step faster than economy class? You can also use your other abilities to enter that door and board that car."

"You are still young and have a long way to go. The teacher believes that no matter what the future holds, you will become a strong person."

"So, come on, the exam is good and the exam is bad. We don't ask you to take the exams in each of your gold medals. Just work hard and try your best to be worthy of your own satisfaction."

A gentle voice and those smiling eyes came together, and many students from Yan Zhiyang and Class 9 were suffocated.

Lao Mo looked at them with a smile for a while, then turned around to get the stack of documents he brought in: "Okay, then let's come here for the topic of the exam. Now I'm going to issue an admission ticket to everyone. I'll click on the name. This is probably the last time I'll call you."

He turned around with the document book in his arms. As soon as he raised his head, he looked at the desk in the front row and showed a helpless look: "Jiang Ning, why are you crying?"

"Old Mo--" the girl in front of the tearful table wiped her tears and choked, "Teacher Mo, I can't bear to leave you, I can't bear to leave my classmates."

Many students in the class turned red with her choking sound. Lao Mo was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and began to chant according to the list: "Xu Meijun."

"arrive."

"Jiang Ning."

"arrive."

"Guo Zhi."

"arrive."

"Yan Zhiyang."

"arrive."

"Joinan."

Qiao Nan stood up and glanced over Yan Zhiyang's red eyes covered by his lower face, his lowered face. He took a deep breath and turned out from his seat: "Go."

He walked up and took the document book handed over by Lao Mo. He put the admission ticket and the pre-exam precautions compiled by the teachers. Lao Mo looked up at him, and tears were already in his eyes: "Qiao Nan, Class 9 can have today, the teacher wants to thank you. You are the proudest student I have ever taught since I started teaching."

Qiao Nan clenched his fists, then raised his hand and laughed and hammered his shoulder: "You are also the best teacher I have ever met."

Lao Mo remembered a day a long time ago. It seemed that it was not long after the second half of the semester of the second year of high school. As the head teacher of the famous garbage class of No. 19 Middle School, he won a game back from a key class for the first time. While sitting in the campus in confusion and thinking about life, the child poured him a cup of hot water soaked wolfberry.

That glass of water was so warm that it almost melted his heart.

It was also after that that group of children from Class 9 were led onto a brand new path.

"Okay! Everyone, please collect your ID, stop reading from today until the college entrance examination, give yourself a good vacation, adjust your mindset, and welcome the exam with ease and peace."

He wiped his eyes, turned around and grabbed the blackboard eraser, and wiped off the striking words "XX days before the countdown to the college entrance examination" under the slogan.

"The teacher is here to wish you a victory!"

*******

In early June, it was the days when high school parents across the country were paying more attention.

The temperature has remained high since the morning, and with the scorching sun that just rose, countless parents in City A gathered in front of the examination room somewhere.

Mu Xiangyao sat in the car and comforted her anxious parents with helpless expressions: "Dad, mom, I'll just go in by myself, you guys hurry up and go back."

But Mom Mu seemed to have not heard it at all, and was completely immersed in her own world. She ordered her husband in the back seat: "Check it out again, have you brought the admission ticket, pen, paper, and compass eraser?"

Mu Xiangxiang helped to adjust the air conditioning vents in a rumbling sound of flipping on his back. This is the car that Mu Jia just bought at the beginning of the year. It is not very expensive, but it has good performance. You can smell the unique leather smell of the new car inside, and the air conditioning is very strong.

The driver was her amazingly efficient mother no matter what she did. From deciding to buying a car to registering to learning driving, it took less than a month to get her driver's license.

Mu Xiangya sighed: "Dad, mom, I'll tell you seriously, I can take a taxi by myself in the morning. Aren't you both busy talking to your partners about the new production line recently? You don't have to waste time waiting for me here."

"I found it, I found it, I brought it all!" After searching, Mu Dad nervously grabbed the admission ticket poured out of the file bag, and replied without thinking, "What are you kidding? This is the college entrance examination, the most important exam in your life. Your mother and I must ensure that you are in the best condition. Compared with this, the production line and partners are considered a P!"

He finished speaking, and the cell phone placed in the back seat suddenly began to vibrate. He picked it up and looked at it. Dad Mu immediately answered: "Mu Song!"

Mu Song's raised voice came from the noisy background sound of the speaker: "Where is my sister!"

Mu Xiangxiang took the phone from his father's hand, and as soon as he turned around, he saw his younger brother with a blond hair and a smoky face.

There seemed to be in the backstage, and the light was not too bright. The young man's delicate facial features exuded an almost weird effect under the rendering of his makeup. Mu Xiangxiang was stunned: "Why are you dressing like this?"

Someone in the background approached the squatting boy. The teenager turned around and called him and sent him away. He turned back to the screen. The gray contact lens in his eyes was so sharp that he seemed to be a sword that was unsheathed: "I just finished the performance, it's already afternoon here. When I see that I have time, I will send you a message. Is it the college entrance examination in China today?"

After hearing this, Mu Xiangyao suddenly remembered what the Liberty band had mentioned in the entertainment news that he saw a few days ago. This activity seemed quite important, which led to the fierce fight between fans and blacks below the news. Mu Xiangyao paid special attention to his younger brother's latest black spots at that time and found that his younger brother had made great progress. Recently, he was ridiculed in English and was ridiculed with accent rather than a verbal disease.

But if you can't remember the itinerary, you can't blame her for having a bad memory. It's really because she hasn't been able to meet her brother for too long. It's logical that Mu Song, after graduating from Daya's training class, should have moved home from the dormitory building after she finished her school break. Who knew that things were unpredictable, and everything was developed like his jokes at the beginning. Liberty band was made famous by "The Euphoric Euphoric" before the training course. In the end, although they did not win the championship for various reasons, the popularity of this popular national talent show to them was still amazing. Although seriously, this improvement was only a short-term effect, it was still an opportunity that most celebrities could not find in their entire lives.

So the opportunity was rare, so Daya simply signed a contract with Mu Song, and began to let him go to school while working with his undissipated popularity. As this fledgling small band became more and more busy, he became more and more busy and flew around the world. Mu Xiang remembered that they were still in Korea when they called the last time.
To be continued...