Chapter 533: Unable to Stop the Eternal Cold Autumn

He casually looked around the classroom and saw that half of the students had already arrived. Although the school had set aside a lunch break, it did not specify which students needed to take a lunch break in the classroom. Some students who lived not far from the school still showed up here, perhaps because they missed the food and air conditioning in the school. It was not yet 12 o'clock when school was over, but the first class in the afternoon was already 14:40. If they did not take a lunch break, they could do a lot of things during this time.

After finishing her meal, Lin Xuran threw the takeaway box into the trash can, washed her chopsticks, changed into her pajamas, stood her pillow upright, and then leaned on it. The temperature in the bedroom was already very comfortable. She turned on her phone and searched for something casually. After a while, she felt tired and put down her pillow and fell asleep. The content she searched was the origin of the city's name. It seemed that there was some mysterious power that made this city unable to be deliberately searched, and it even seemed a bit forbidden.

When she woke up, the first class was already halfway through, but she changed her clothes calmly, held up a green umbrella, and slowly walked to the classroom. It was just after class, and she walked into the classroom when people were coming and going, which did not seem abrupt at all. There were many strange places in this city, and she couldn't waste too much time in school, although school was also one of her goals.

"Classmate, you are late!" Even if the new deskmate seems unfriendly, it won't hurt if he is a little friendlier.

"Oh."

"Is your home far away?" It is normal to be late because you live far away, and it is also normal to have this thought.

"Yeah." She lied casually here, but it was also appropriate.

"Then you can take a lunch break at school. The food in the cafeteria is pretty good."

"it is good."

"I forgot your name, can you tell me again?"

"No."

Although Zhong Cheming was in the classroom for the first class in the afternoon, it was no different from not being there. He did not listen to the class. The students present did not seem to be there for study, but they came after all, except for his deskmate. The biology teacher was quite kind and never cared about these trivial matters. Who came to class and who did not came to class was entirely up to their own initiative. The first class scheduled in the afternoon was easily delayed, because if you went to bed a little earlier or later in the afternoon, you might oversleep. The next two classes were English classes. Zhong Cheming occasionally looked up at the blackboard, but he was daydreaming the rest of the time. This was a vicious cycle. Because he did not understand, he did not listen, and then he could no longer understand. If the English test cancelled the multiple-choice questions, he might really get a zero. He thought back to the past. When he first entered school, he was still full of confidence and had the same expectations as everyone else. After these years of struggle, although he still had expectations occasionally, the future was no longer expected.

"Cheming, you will be good at physics when you enter junior high school." Cheming's mother is a high school physics teacher. She said this because she was confident or just joking to encourage him. He has heard this too many times. Now he is in the second grade of junior high school. For example, the third class in the morning is physics. He listened for a while and actually understood it.

It seems that he has not seen his parents very often since primary school. He spent his primary school life with his grandparents, who also lived here. It was very close to his junior high school, but he did not choose this school at that time. Although this junior high school also has an elementary school, and the elementary school is connected to the junior high school, it is very convenient to go to school, but the reputation of this school is not very good. The child who was expected at that time has no chance to go here. It is good to come here to be lazy after failing in struggle.

He began to imagine Lin Xuran's life. She might live far away, so she was late for school at noon. There were no other relatives around at noon, so she misjudged the school time. Then she must have been accompanied by someone when she came in the morning, after all, she was not late. Thinking of this, he looked at his watch. There were still ten minutes before the end of get out of class, and Lin Xuran was still sleeping on the table. Could it be that she was late for noon not because her home was too far away, but because she overslept? And she continued to sleep after coming to school. How could she be so drowsy? Was it because she was not interested in studying?
He also had no interest in studying. For example, according to his English grades, it was impossible to get a 50-50 score. Although there was a slight improvement, it only made him more relaxed. Although the results obtained without any effort were gratifying, they seemed to have no weight. However, if there was no result after hard work, there would be neither joy nor weight. Although he was only a young man at the beginning of his life, he had already had many considerations. He carefully thought about his progress and regression in the past year, but to no avail.

Student Che Ming suddenly remembered that this unintentional thinking from an unknown source has been going on for a long time. Although the past was wonderful, it does not mean that what happens now is boring. New semester, new textbooks, new courses, and new deskmates. All of this happened not because of happiness or not. A year has passed. Even if this year is counted, it is not long. The moment of separation, the original deskmate, the original friends. Thinking of this, he felt it necessary to ask for Lin Xuran's contact information. Life is long, and there may not be many important enough pasts.

The second class was over, but Lin Xuran was still sleeping. Cheming began to wonder, this is really a strange person, even if she stayed up all night, she shouldn't have such a sound sleep, did she take sleeping pills? That doesn't seem likely, if she took sleeping pills, she wouldn't have to come this afternoon, if there is a chance, I must find out, and if she continues to sleep, it may not be good, can I wake her up? This thought was fleeting, as long as it was a normal person, they would not wake up a student who was completely dozing off without the teacher noticing, not to mention that this young lady was already asleep.

The third class started. This was the last class of the day. After that, they could choose to go home or take two more self-study classes. If she hadn't woken up by then, then today he would make an exception and take one self-study class. In his opinion, self-study classes were difficult to take. There were no teachers in self-study classes. There were not many rules in these two classes. Some people didn't even sit in their seats. The classroom was noisy and not much different from the end of get out of class. However, by then, there would only be half of the people in the classroom. It was empty, free, and even full of expectations, which was an expectation he had never had before.

Still holding on to this expectation, I had another legitimate reason to skip class in the third period. In fact, even if there was no legitimate reason, it had already happened. Although I don’t know how to talk about it in the future, I feel at ease at the moment. This is a very important transition stage, from the very relaxed and happy elementary school to the relaxed and happy high school. There are many immature things in it, and too many people have done too many unexpected things.

There are vicious people who hurt others for the sake of justice, those who have fun who don't know what to do, those who have fantasies who write in cursive, those who are lonely and stare for a long time, those who are absurd and can't live all day, those who are righteous and can't move forward, those who have hope are sad and depressed, those who are confused and find peace in their dreams, those who are new comers who escape the old and the usual, and those who have achieved great success expect the world to ignore them. What the world loves is what customs want, what the world desolates is not tolerated by the years, what the world cannot know is what people think it is, and what the world loves and admires is what people think it has nothing to do with.

There is a future that does not regard the sun and the moon as time, short-sightedness does not regard this life as reincarnation, magnanimity does not regard a hundred years as a transition, and magnanimity does not indulge in the slightest of the crowd; there is also desolation that regards misfortune as fate, lovesickness that regards disputes as justice, futility that regards ignorance as the destination, and the ocean that regards the abyss as rest.

(End of this chapter)