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A few days later, in the third grade classroom.

There are still five days to go before the college entrance examination. Everyone sits quietly in their seats, with unwillingness and tension on their faces.

Fang Yuan is of course no exception. The graduation photo releases their emotions and also allows them to receive the signal that their high school career is about to end.

In the past few days, everyone in the class used their own actions to release their kindness to other students.

Whether they are familiar or relatively unfamiliar, every student has accompanied him through his three years of youth.

At this age, there is no hatred that can make them unforgettable and unforgettable.

Today is the last day of the high school career. The students are looking forward to the teacher's arrival. In three years, they have created a deep feeling between teachers and students.

They are reluctant to bear this teacher-student relationship, and even more reluctant to bear this friendship between students.

Everyone is studying hard in the corridor outside the classroom.

"Silkworm Cong and Yufu, how dazed the founding of the country, you are forty-eight thousand years old, and you don’t live with Qin Sai...The road of Shu is difficult, it’s difficult to go to the sky." Fang Yuan was in the corridor with his classmates Doing the last struggle.

Recite every point of knowledge in this book for fear of missing something.

Slowly there are classmates in the hallway, and everyone does their best to let themselves write down more things before the college entrance examination.

In front of the railing opposite them, several teachers smiled at each other with their hands on the railing.

"Every year in the graduating class, everyone is waking up and working hard!" Fang Yuan's head teacher turned his head to the math teacher next to him

"Yes, sometimes I look at them and I feel that I am old now." Mathematics teacher Xu Tianyin replied

"Don't say it, if you are feeling that you are old, am I going to stop walking?" the head teacher teased.

"Hahaha!" The two smiled at each other and looked at the students who were working hard in the corridor. They felt that their efforts in the past three years had not been in vain. Let alone how well these students can test, but this spirit allowed them Very pleased.

The class bell rang quickly. The students packed their things and sat in their seats, quietly waiting for the teacher to arrive.

They want to leave the best impression for all teachers and mark their three-year teaching career as a success.

What came in was a Chinese teacher with a light bookish anger. Don't think he is very gentle, but when your grades can't satisfy him, you will know what is terrible.

The anger of honest people is the most terrible, because they will accumulate anger and burst out more powerful. The Chinese teacher is such a person, and this is also Fang Yuan's most admired and feared teacher in the school.

What I admire is his profound knowledge, and what I am afraid of is the stormy punishment when his grades do not satisfy him.

The Chinese teacher stood on the podium, carefully looking at the familiar faces below, as if to remember each of them in his mind.

Then he picked up the chalk, turned around, and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

After "Listen to the class bell again", the Chinese teacher paused and turned around slowly.

"First of all, I want to say thank you to every student who can sit here and listen to my lecture. Thank you for your support and help to our teachers in the past three years." The Chinese teacher looked at the students in the audience with a sincere expression. Said.

"I really don't want everyone. You are the best class of students I have ever taken. Everyone is my pride." After finishing speaking, the teacher paused, glanced at the teacher and continued.

"I will never forget the long array of recitations in the corridor early in the morning."

"Not to forget, everyone is afraid of dozing off, standing in the last row of the classroom with books."

"I can't forget your hard work over the past year, how many pens, how many practice papers you have written, how many sets of papers you have completed, and how many books you have memorized over the past year." When the classmate heard this, there was a sad feeling in his heart, and everyone's eye circles started to turn red.

"All of this is for the college entrance examination, and now it is in front of you."

"Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, believe in yourself, you are the best in my mind."

"You have done your best, and you have not left any regrets for your youth. You are indeed a student of Beihai No. 1 Middle School. We are proud of students like you."

After speaking, the Chinese teacher was a little unable to control his emotions. He turned around and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes secretly.

"The last time I gave you a Chinese class, there is nothing left to give to you. Now you are ready to go." After speaking, the Chinese teacher bowed deeply to the classmates on the stage.

The eyes of the students in the audience were full of tears."Teacher, you have worked hard!" the students said in unison.

This is what all teachers like to hear the most. The Chinese teacher is very happy. At the last moment, his students understand him.

After that, the teachers of various subjects did not teach them, and they all blessed them and praised them, in the eyes of the teacher.The students in each class are like their children.

This time of year is the saddest time for teachers. This is the season of separation and the season of getting a freshman.

During this time, some people have realized their dreams, and of course others have felt the ruthlessness of reality; some have achieved ideal results in the college entrance examination, and others have lost in the college entrance examination; some have gained a smile, and some have gained grief.

In short, this is a season of hope and despair, and no one knows what he will gain.

Before this, everyone was making the last effort, making the last struggle for the coming future.

Fang Yuan looked at the system panel and couldn't help but wonder.

The mathematics upgrade he expected has not come, and even in the past few days, his mathematics experience has almost stagnated, and the last three experiences are missing. Is the system going to kill him, an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient?

Of course, Fang Yuan didn't have the heart to think about this at this time. Now he has the words written on the blackboard by the Chinese teacher today.

In other words, those words are echoing in the minds of the entire class.

Yes, they all want to listen to the class bell again. Not long after, they will find the get out of class bell so sweet, but the end bell will be so harsh.

But the reality is like this, the less things you don't want to happen, the faster it will happen.

The bell rang after class. This marked the end of Fang Yuan's high school career and the end of Fang Yuan's youthful years.

From now on, until the end of the college entrance examination, Fang Yuan and the others will not need to come to school. They will have four days to make a final fight for the college entrance examination at home.

Fang Yuan looked forward to the arrival of the college entrance examination, but at the same time did not want to end his high school career.

When we were in elementary school, we missed the innocence of kindergarten, when we were in junior high school, we missed the innocence of elementary school, when we were in high school, we missed the purity of junior high school, and when we were in college, we missed the time in high school.

That's right, a person is a tangled body. Whenever something happens, he is entangled with gains and losses, recalling the goodness of the past.