Chapter 420 Back to the beginning of the story

Mu Zhengguang in the transitional world completely forgot the "dream" he had, and the story of the first regretful world ended here.

The story in the second world of regret begins.

In Mu Zhengguang's memory, this story began eight years ago.

At that time, I was in the first grade of junior high school, and my deskmate was a very pretty girl named Xu.

When I first met her, her hair was still very short, probably shoulder-length. After we were assigned seats, she took the initiative to greet me, not shy at all.

Once, before the evening self-study class, the head teacher gave everyone a form to collect personal information.

Xu sat in the aisle seat of the odd-numbered row, which was the position of the group leader. After the seats were rearranged, everyone's deskmate was fixed. After each seat change, the members of each group were different, and the group leader was also different, but the position of the group leader was the same.

I filled out the form and gave it to her to give to the teacher. That's probably when she found out my date of birth.

If I were the team leader at that time, I would know her birthday. I would have enough time to accept the fact that she was older than me, and I would not be so resistant when she asked me to call her sister. Of course, I would not do the ridiculous thing of asking her to call me brother.

Unfortunately, she knew my birthday first and she took the initiative. However, it’s not a bad thing that she took the initiative. She added a wonderful twist to our story.

In the second year of junior high school, Xu and I were no longer classmates, but I still saw her often.

There is only one teaching building on the junior high school campus. The first floor is vacant, while students in the first, second and third grades occupy the second, third and fourth floors respectively.

I was in Grade 2 (5) and she was in Grade (), with only two classrooms between us. Standing at the door of our classroom, I could see people at the door of her classroom at a glance.

But I rarely left the classroom after class, and she didn't leave the classroom often either. In the teaching building, I might only see her once every three or four days. But outside the teaching building, for example, on the playground, on the way home, I could also see her. My home and her home were both on the left side of the school, and our routes home overlapped about halfway.

I saw Xu again in the examination room for the final exam of the second half of the second year of junior high school. She was wearing a grass green T-shirt, light purple trousers, and white sneakers. Her hair was longer than before and could be tied into a small braid.

Sitting on my left in the examination room was a girl who was in the first grade of junior high school. Her name was Peng Weixin, which means “Weixin” in Chinese.

Her handwriting is very stylish, with a bit of a sloppy quality. But she is not sloppy at all. She looks quiet and gentle, lively and careful. She saw the blank questions on my Chinese test paper and wrote the answers on a piece of paper and passed it to me.

After the exam, I went to the corridor of the teaching building and carefully looked at the photos of outstanding students hanging on the wall.

The students' photos were arranged according to their scores, from left to right, from top to bottom, and from high to low. Peng Weixin's photo was placed in the second row, first column, which meant that her midterm exam ranking this semester was fifth in the school. Fifth in the school, about the same as mine.

In the third year of junior high school, there is more than one day off per week, namely Saturday night, all day Sunday, and Monday morning self-study.

There are five evening self-study sessions per week, corresponding to five subjects: Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, and chemistry. There are five morning self-study sessions per week, corresponding to four subjects: Chinese, English, history, and morality and law. Chinese and English each take up two morning self-study sessions, and history and morality and law take turns to take up the fifth morning self-study session each week.

Not long after the start of the semester, the school organized tutoring. The tutoring was held every Sunday, but there was still no morning self-study during the tutoring period. At this time, some students would arrive at school early to copy homework.

The teachers responsible for tutoring are selected from each class. These teachers are almost equal, and there is no distinction between class teachers and non-class teachers. If a teacher is strict, fewer people will talk during class. If a teacher is not strict, the class discipline will be poor.

Students who attend the make-up classes are also selected from various classes. They do not have fixed seats. Anyone has the opportunity to sit in the middle or the farthest position. Generally speaking, there are only two rules for seating: first come first served and allowing for reserved seats. The last person to arrive will fill the empty seat.

Some students are not so willing to take weekend tutoring, and some students do not attach importance to weekend tutoring, so even if they come early, they will not go to the middle seats, but to the last three rows, or even to the rightmost corner of the classroom.

During the first tutoring session, I arrived in the classroom very early and placed the two books on the seats on the right and back respectively.

I saw Xu walk into the classroom, so I took back the book on my right side and she sat in the empty seat. I knew she would come, but I was not sure if she would sit next to me because there were other empty seats in the classroom.

After she sat down, I handed her a chocolate.

She took the chocolate and rolled up a bunch of her hair with her right hand. She looked better with long hair than with short hair.

Lu Hao arrived even later, and if I hadn't saved a seat for him, he would have sat in the middle of the first row.

On the first day of tutoring, the Chinese teacher and the chemistry teacher introduced themselves, and the physics teacher, English teacher, and math teacher all got straight to the point.

The chemistry and math teachers who came to class were my teachers when I was in junior high school. I think my English teacher in junior high school was also good, but the person who came to class was not him, but someone I had never met.

I heard from my classmates that this English teacher is the head of the English teaching and research group for the third grade of junior high school, and his wife teaches mathematics to the first grade of junior high school. She will reveal the test questions to everyone before the midterm and final exams.

The first and second classes in the morning were chemistry classes. The teacher referred to the textbook catalog and finished teaching all the contents of the first volume of the ninth grade.

The third and fourth classes were English classes, which I was not very interested in. I asked Xu if she knew the English teacher, and she said no, and then we kept chatting for most of the class.

There are three classes at night. The first two are Chinese and the third is self-study.

Once before Chinese class, Xu and I arrived early, and we went to the school gate together to buy boneless chicken fillets.

From the beginning of school to the end of the holiday, from autumn to winter, in these months, I can be a classmate with Xu for one day every week. There were a few times when we were not at the same table, but we were also very close.

The winter vacation for the third year of junior high school is quite long, and the teacher did not use the time for extra tutoring.

From spring to summer, when the weather gets hot, students have to take a nap at noon, even on the day of tutoring.

As the timetable changed, the course schedule also changed from chemistry, English, physics, mathematics, and Chinese to chemistry, physics, English, Chinese, and mathematics. There are still three classes in the evening, but self-study was cancelled and replaced by mathematics classes.

In English class, the teacher always talks about the test paper and the questions. No one seems to have much interest in learning English. The teacher calls on someone to answer a question, but that person usually cannot give a correct answer or even cannot give an answer at all, so he just stands there.

Those who were standing had barely regained consciousness, while those who were sitting were mostly dozing off.

Time passed by and the high school entrance examination seemed to be very close.

(End of this chapter)