Chicago 1990

Classroom discipline is terrible, and the teaching method is perfunctory. The young couple behind Song Ya have already embraced and nibble. The white male teacher in the classroom is still reading Dickinson’s poems familiarly. The bell rang immediately after class. Flash people, never miss.

"call……"

Song Ya sighed helplessly. This body's English grades were bad. His Chinese soul didn't add much to it. Reading was no big problem. Writing and speaking were shortcomings, but the teacher was not very reliable. Of course, there is no way to blame him, it's not that he doesn't want to care, but he doesn't dare to care.

If the teacher is not good at teaching, Song Ya can’t study hard. He has carefully studied it. In any case, the credit plan cannot bypass the high-weight English. If there is no condition, he must create conditions to harden it. "After lunch, go to the library to borrow some books. I'm done learning by myself, so annoying, I have to play that damn basketball after school. What is the most lack of time to become a schoolmaster? Time!"

Inked on the seat for a while, and after the classroom was almost gone, Song Ya got up and went to the cafeteria. He tentatively decided on a strategy to deal with bullying and became a'little transparent', um... I have to go back to the overzealous math Say hello to the teacher, stop attracting hatred to Lao Tzu!

I tried my best to reduce my sense of existence. I rushed into the school cafeteria unhurriedly or slowly. This is the best disciplined place in the school. The vice principal stood at the door to supervise the queue, the physical education teacher patrolled the stadium in shifts, and the security guarded all exits. Aunt Fan is waiting, and there are posters of an old black man on the walls, and a line of big characters is prominently marked below: 27 years!Late victory!

Under the old man’s "smiling gaze", Song Ya solved a hamburger with meat, a pile of mashed potatoes, a white sauce mixed with boiled broccoli and carrots and a large glass of carbonated drink, and then avoided The teacher's gaze flew the dinner plate into the recycling bin.The middle school in Miguo was closed early, so the lunch break was not very generous. He ran to the library non-stop, borrowed a book of Franklin Roosevelt’s speeches, rushed to the teacher’s office, and euphemistically asked the math teacher for a'low-key' Willingness.

The math teacher is an elegant black old lady. After Song Ya's math grades leap, she now sees Song Ya's pleasing eyes, and said with a smile: "Give me a suggestion. If you can pass my ninth grade basic course exam, I will How about you transfer to the advanced math class?"

"Advanced class?" Song Ya was stunned.

"Advanced class!"

Under the patient's explanation of the old lady, it turns out that in addition to the basic courses each year, the American middle school will also offer advanced courses, or honor courses, to elite students who have spare capacity. The difficulty is greatly increased and more credits are attached.

"Okay, I'll try my best!" Song Ya was energetic when he heard that there were credits. It's just an exam, we are good at it!

Happy to say goodbye to the math teacher, but bumped into the music teacher at the door.

This white middle-aged woman with neat and short hair is not very good at talking and lacks in cultural classes, but the school’s art and sports skills are quite strong, and the orchestra and chorus under the music teacher are well known from far and near. , Her requirements are naturally very demanding, "Alexander, right? Last week, your trumpet made obvious mistakes several times in rehearsals!"

Song Ya suddenly fainted, and there must be a home. The music and sports talents of this body are very good, especially music. He is the main trumpet player of the school orchestra. Unfortunately, since Song Ya crossed the road, his math scores have improved. Feeling and physical coordination are all gone.

"Next time..."

I was planning to fool the past first, "No next time!" was sternly stopped by the music teacher, "The public performance date is approaching, I can't take a risk, you don't play the trumpet next time in joint training, and go!"

"What?"

"Triangle Iron!"

"Okay..." Song Ya wiped his sweat, "You can get credits even if you use iron?"

"You won't make any more mistakes!"

"Ok... Ok..."

Just keep the credits,

"what happened?"

After getting into the back seat, Song Ya realized that the two of them were not very emotional.

The'silencer' started the car, turned his head from the driving position, pointed to the side of Song Ya, and made a gesture of cutting his throat.

There were some dirty jerseys, protective gear, and two footballs on the back seat next to him.

"What do you mean? You two were given by the team..." Song Ya understood what the'silencer' gesture implies.

'Muffler' nodded again, Song Ya noticed the faint tears in his eyes...

Tony and'Muffler' are the main players of the school football team. Tony is in the defensive group, and'Muffler' is the running back of the offensive group. Song Ya also watched them play a training game last week.

In the United States, regardless of high school or university, the football team members can walk sideways on campus. Quarterbacks or star players are even more influential people, and the girls change casually.If they are removed by the team, it will be a very serious blow to the two of them, but then again, Tony and'Muffler' are already in the twelfth grade, and graduation is coming soon, considering the replacement of new and old...

"Don't mention this, why does someone call you APLUS?"

Before Song Ya thought about the comforting words, Tony wiped his face viciously and actively changed the subject.

"Uh……"

The football team has Song Ya’s classmate, and Tony should have got the news from there, "It’s nothing, I just took an A+ in the math exam, so..."

Before they finished speaking, the faces of the two people in the front row who were still suffering from their faces suddenly became distorted. The'silencer', named after their extremely silent and introverted, turned their heads and cried out strangely: "A+?! You?!"

"What...what's wrong?" Song Yalue was a little guilty.

"Hahaha!" The two burst into laughter.

"That's nothing funny, is it?"

"It's funny, APLUS, hahaha..." Tony smiled backwards, "It's very funny."

In any case, this episode can be regarded as diminishing the melancholy just now. The three of them laughed and laughed. The'silencer' turned on the radio in the car and Tony started to twist his body with the black rap music coming out of it.

"Is there a chanting in this era..." Song Ya's mind floated with a spit.