Hunter and Hussar

Chapter 24 Midterm Exam
The reason why the match with Beichuan Middle School was brought forward is probably related to our own work: the midterm exam.For some reason, this year's exam was several days earlier than in previous years. October 10st is Monday, review at school. On the 31st, Chinese and mathematics are tested, on the 1nd, English and biogeography are tested, and on the 2rd, political history is tested. In the afternoon and on Friday the 3th, classes are held according to the temporary schedule, which is convenient for commenting on the test papers, and club classes are also suspended.

On the 5th, we will play against the visiting Beichuan Middle School at home.I really can't figure out how the schedule is arranged, maybe I want to give us a little more time to review before the exam, and then have a chance to relax after the exam.However, the official game is not relaxing at all, especially against a team like Beichuan.This is undoubtedly an additional test.

Don't think too much, do what you have to do as a student first.In the last community class before the exam, the coach asked us to review carefully for the exam, and also specifically asked us to go to the office of the second year of junior high school to find her if there were any geography questions that we didn't know how to do.We didn't have much confrontation training in this class, we just did a little jogging and scrambling to avoid injuries.

The junior high school exam is still not very similar to the elementary school. There are separate exam rooms, and each desk that is opened separately has the name and candidate number on it, which is as formal as a ball game.I was assigned to the 14th examination room, which is the classroom of Class 14 in the first grade of junior high school.Mi Le is in Class 1, three floors away from me.The list of students taking the exam in the exam room is posted on the door of each classroom. Taotao and Mingming are also in class 14.When I walked to the examination room, the students in class 14 hadn't come out completely, and some were still packing their things on their seats.

"Ke Ke, your seat is here." I heard someone greet me, and when I looked up, it was Yan Xi, "You take my seat, come quickly." As he spoke, he quickly picked up the packed schoolbag , said something to me, come on, and went out with a boy who was waiting for him next to him.When the boy saw me coming, he smiled kindly at me, and I nodded slightly in response, although it was so small that I wondered if I had moved.I've never seen him before, he's about the same height as Yan Xi, with bangs hanging down neatly, innocent and cute, he should be a very good classmate.I kind of want to know him, but to be honest, I don't even know Yan Xi well.I don't know when, it seems difficult for me to take the initiative to approach people.Maybe I am not so easy to get close to people by nature.He has a bad temper and is weird. He blows his hair from time to time and wants to be alone more often, wishing to hide himself.

How did I tell Mi Le that day to be his friend?Was the eavesdropping discovered, and he had to find an excuse?Or is he crying too hard and I want to comfort him?Perhaps I have admired him since he came to school alone with so many things on his back.Hearing him cry alone that day made me feel that there are some similarities between us, and we might become good friends.It should be like this.I am not sure.

Without a doubt, Miller has now entered my life and is my best friend.I can't live without him.I think, for him, I am also a part of his life, at least he really wrote two midterm goal stickers, one of which is pasted on my bedside.

Entering each other's lives is sweet, but be prepared to accept the dangers that come with the joys of friendship and companionship.Once people get too close to each other, the pain of parting will inevitably be ushered in.After graduating from elementary school, everyone knew that one day we would go our separate ways and become alumni whom we only saw once or twice a year.That's why Mi Le wanted me to be admitted to the high school of No. [-] Middle School with him.In this way, the fate can be extended for another three years at least.If we are lucky, we go to the same university and we can continue to be classmates for four years.But there is a day to say goodbye anyway.Nothing lasts forever, although everyone wants friends to always be around.Mi Le and I are friends rather than relatives.In the end, the only ones who can still be by my side are the unchosen ones determined by blood.

It didn't even have to be the end.In the past two years, I feel that my childhood memories have been shattered, and I can't remember many things.The person closest to me withdrew from my life, and I felt more and more that even the ground was not so solid anymore.Life may suddenly break down one night, and my fingers cannot touch the soul that is gone.

So I am still suitable to be a person between friends and acquaintances.Others can suddenly think of me, but they will not regard me as a fully trusted confidant.It won't be too sad to part like this, and maybe one or two things can be left behind when recalling, which makes people miss a little.

After all, a person like me probably doesn't deserve to have any friends.I even hurt my family members for a whole round.Miller, I gave him something that I could give without effort when he needed it the most, so he mistook me for what a good person I was.In fact, he has been taking care of me, and I always bully him...

"Ke Ke, can you do this question?" I was in a daze again.Zhang Taotao walked up to me with his supplementary exercise book, bent down and interrupted me.How could someone still ask me a question?In my impression, it is Ye Ruiyang who is most often asked questions by classmates.He has good grades, especially good at mathematics, and he is very patient in explaining. Both boys and girls will ask him.I was flattered by Taotao's actions. Fortunately, the question was not difficult.

What surprised me even more is that he has always been taciturn, speaking less than me.Now he actually took the initiative to ask me, does he trust me?Still think I'm an academic bully?The person sitting next to him is obviously a top student.He has many things to envy, such as tall, good grades, good health, good family conditions, reasonable parents, warm childhood, kind personality, and there may be a big golden retriever who is as docile as him at home.He is very accommodating and seems to be able to befriend anyone.The conditions he had gave him that confidence, and the one who would actually come into his life at last must be very happy.

I just can't.This is not something that adults can say to me, "You have to be more confident and brave".I'm really not confident enough, nor brave enough.But if things are so simple, and people can be confident if they can say they are confident, and brave if they want to be brave, then I am definitely willing to be a child who can care for and love others.

The bell rang.The teacher walked into the classroom carrying a stack of test papers.what was i doingLast night, I promised Mi Le that I would study hard before the exam, but I did nothing after entering the exam room, except to tell Taotao that it was "at a loss" instead of "busy", and it was "painful and lonely". "Instead of "painstakingly single-minded".

Time still goes when I stand still.It is still timely to understand this before the exam, and you can't be distracted anymore.

I don't have much to remember about the serious topic and the three days of doing it seriously.Maybe many years later, I will completely forget what I did in these few days. They are just ordinary days in the distant life of the first grade of junior high school. Evaporates like the time of waking up.Whether I live my life seriously or casually, they will pass and be forgotten.

After finishing the political history exam, I went to the back row of the classroom to retrieve my schoolbag, and sat on Yan Xi's desk to collect stationery.Suddenly the girl sitting next to me spoke. I looked around and confirmed that she was talking to me.

"You always look dumbfounded." She was holding the bag, her face was a little familiar, I don't know where we might have met before.

"You didn't come to the literary club's event last week."

"I train in the football club."

"I know, you are the goalkeeper of the school team."

My eyes turned away.I don't want anyone to see me talking to a girl.Maybe it's because I'm too afraid to be considered as "the relationship between men and women is too close".From elementary school on, teachers have been speaking incessantly about the serious dangers of this behavior.Once my sister and I were playing together after school, and were questioned and questioned by the dean.She's the only girl I can speak to with confidence.

"What? Don't you know me? I'm Meimei. You've met me."

"No, I know you. You... Which class are you in?" I really couldn't remember clearly, and while I was sure I knew her, I secretly glanced at the name and student number posted on the corner of the table.She obviously sensed my intentions, covered it with her slender fingers, and tore it off.

"Which class is not important. If you can't remember clearly, just say you can't remember clearly. It's not good to lie."

"How did you know?"

"Your eyes. It told me that you want to escape. Maybe the next time we meet, if you don't want to escape, then we can talk. Here is this." She took out a piece of paper from her schoolbag and handed it to me. Turned around and left the classroom.

It's the notes from last week's literary club activities.It was my sister who recommended the classics. She introduced two books at a time, "The Red and the Black" and "Old Man Goriot", both written by French.I walked and watched until Mi Le grabbed me and asked me what I was doing.The note was also seized by him.

"No wonder your sister's Chinese scores are so good. I've only heard of these two books, but she's finished reading them." Mi Le borrowed the paper and said that he had to study it carefully.I don’t think so. The students who lectured on Don Quixote last time obviously copied it from the Internet. How many people can read nearly a thousand pages of the book in junior high school?Mi Le said that it is really possible. For example, there is a classmate in class 14 who is better at Chinese. This time, all the questions except the composition are only deducted 2 points. The mistake is the "summarize the author's central idea" in the reading comprehension, and the answer is completely out of the question. superior.He asked me if the classmate who taught "Don Quixote" was a man or a woman. I said it was a girl. He shook his head, not alone.

It seems that the Chinese scores have been released, and Mi Le is the best at inquiring about these information. What scores, rankings, highest scores, and average scores can be explained in detail, just like a data analyst in the sports world.You report your grades to him, and he can immediately tell which level of each subject you are in the whole school, and then give a set of study suggestions.Of course, he easily refuses to do analysis for others, so far he has only done it for me and Ye Ruiyang.

Mi Le knows about grades.If you are looking for someone in No. [-] Middle School, just ask Brother Chuan.Ye Ruiyang is a master of football and has a lot of knowledge, although a lot of his knowledge is a bit strange.It is obviously influenced by your parents, if you feel uncomfortable, just ask him, and he will tell you what medicine you need to take right away.Taotao, I have eaten the finger cakes he made, and they are already at the same level as her mother.Several of my friends seem to have unique skills.Looking at the teammates, Huang Minxue is the best guitarist in the school, Mu Dan is a star player, Yan Xi's skills are not inferior to him, and he is still in the experimental class... It seems that I have no specialties at all.

"Hey, Ke Ke, you got 90 points in the Chinese test. I heard that there is only one student with a score of 90 or above in our class. You must be the first." When entering the classroom, the Chinese test papers were handed out, and Ye Ruiyang was pulling them back to the original place I found my paper on the seat.I glanced at the score and put it back on the table.

Is this a big deal?If a classmate is good in mathematics or English, he will definitely be regarded as a top student by a bunch of people.If you are good at Chinese, then you are only good at Chinese. This subject does not get as many points as the other two main subjects in the exam.I remember Ye Ruiyang said that the difference in mathematics between humans may be greater than the difference between humans and dogs.

Many people have told me since I was a child that Chinese is the most useless subject, except for being used for exams.Do you use composition skills when speaking?Do you listen to someone speak to summarize his central idea?Maybe they are right. After all, we spend the least amount of time doing Chinese homework every day, at most 20 minutes. It seems that Teacher Huang is embarrassed to assign too much homework.

Perhaps language can convey a kind of spirit and cultivate people's hearts.But it doesn't work for everyone.I believe that the more books a person like Mingming reads, the more cultivated and gentle he will be, and he will be gentle to everyone in this world, because the world treats him gently.

And me?Maybe I was pampered and spoiled when I was a child, but everything changed two years ago, and I have nothing to do, except to stand there blankly and daydream.No one's works or stories (although I haven't read many books) can make me "come out", be a "healthy person", and stop "negative energy all day long" (although no one says that now up). "No one in life has died since ancient times", and I will recite it since childhood.But when death spreads its black wings, I can't hold anything.The hot blood of the typeface won't help me.A piece of paper and a few lines of illegible words can survive for hundreds of years, longer than the combined lives of the people who wrote it and read it.Human life is too humble.

But why am I quite happy in the literature club?Not sure.And this score is also beneficial, it confirms that Mr. Huang will not grab me to drink coffee.

(End of this chapter)