Chapter 538: The End of the Year

"Classmate, it's time to get up." He touched her arm with his phone. Oh, her school uniform looked very new. That's right, she just transferred here. Thinking of this, he unconsciously compared their school uniforms. The blue on Lin Xuran's school uniform was indeed as deep as sediment, while the blue on his school uniform was worn out by wind, sun, washing, and was coated with a layer of gray.

The classmate didn't wake up, but he thought that the classmate had heard it, so he didn't want to bother him any more. About three or five minutes later, the classmate woke up.

"Hello." She reached out to move the umbrella beside her, paying close attention to the people around her. She woke up in a hurry and didn't think much, just a polite and unfamiliar "hello".

"I'm not fine. Goodbye." There was a hint of joking in his words, but it was true. He stood up and prepared to leave, leaving only his umbrella. Lin Xuran did not stop him, but watched him go away. After about a minute, he picked up the umbrella on the ground and followed him.

"You forgot to bring your umbrella." Lin Xuran didn't walk very fast, but he still caught up with him at the school gate. If you measure it, Zhong Cheming did walk a little slower. There were enough shade trees in the school, so he could slow down, which was not surprising.

"I'll lend it to you, just remember to return it." Although he was secretly happy, his expression did not change at all. Since he had this thought, it was natural to receive a response. When he indulged in it in the future, he would finally have something to worry about, but he would not talk about it at this moment.

Walking under the scorching sun was indeed very uncomfortable, because the umbrella was originally prepared to block the scorching sun. Although it was also commendable, the sun became more real. He walked faster. He was sweating profusely just after speeding up. It seemed that there was one more thing to do after returning. Today's gains have become the past, and the sadness at this moment is becoming more and more urgent.

He returned home, cooked, charged his phone, took a shower, put clothes in the washing machine, heated up leftovers, and ate. After finishing all these operations, it was already one o'clock. He had to wait for the clothes to dry and hang them out before taking a nap. The time at noon was too abundant, enough for people to fall into a deep sleep. This is what he thought when he woke up, because it was already three o'clock.

He walked into the classroom after the first class, holding another umbrella in his hand. This umbrella was prepared to keep out the rain, but now he had to use it. The first two classes in the afternoon were math, and the math teacher was the homeroom teacher. It was impolite to skip only the first class.

When he first met his math teacher, he didn't think he was such a person. He was a little harsh when they first met, but now that he sees him again, he realizes that the title of teacher is no different from that of others. Teacher is just a profession, and this is the teacher of students. If you say that teachers have any common advantages and virtues, it would be biased. There has never been any advantage that is common to a profession, and even if there is, it will gradually become a disadvantage. Meticulous people turn into nitpicking, patient people turn into self-suppression, sense of responsibility turns into bullying, and sense of justice turns into arrogance.

When meeting for the first time, we pay more attention to the label attributes, the labels belonging to teachers and the labels belonging to students. The purpose of label attributes is to be lazy, minimalist and lazy, to treat a person as information, and such information is generally no more than ten words. The student's label has education and school, and the teacher's label has education and title. Such minimalism is extremely impolite. All guesses from scratch are transformed into completely fixed labels, which is not fair.

In an era of trade-offs, labels can greatly improve identification efficiency. The advantage of labels is that they can legitimately turn the objective into the subjective, and turn others' things into your own. It is because of the existence of labels that these trivialities in life belong only to oneself, but all achievements belong to others. This is reasonable. The trivialities in life are really too boring and not worth mentioning. Listening to these descriptions is just a waste of time. Of course, that is for those who don't need it, and the important elements in life have nothing to do with those who don't need it.

When he saw Lin Xuran today, he was different from yesterday, and it wasn't just his clothes. The person who used to answer irrelevant questions could now actively say some common sentences. The person who used to look upright was already skipping classes. This was Lin Xuran. What would happen tomorrow? He knew that he already had these expectations. He had similar expectations last year. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with him, but that there was something wrong with his attitude towards the same kind of things.

Last year's deskmate still hadn't replied, and this year's deskmate still hadn't gotten his contact information. The road ahead was still long. Could so many of people's expectations be about others? He hadn't figured this out, and while he was thinking, the class was over.

"Student, what do you think of the math teacher?"

"Which answer do you want to hear?"

Normal answer. "

"It looks serious, but it's not serious." This statement is correct. There are math teachers who also serve as part-time class teachers and have kind faces, but that is a question of proportion. What's more, math as a subject also has attributes, and these attributes have almost nothing to do with kindness.

"The girl sitting in front of you is called Du Ran, which means burning. Her deskmate is Li Daochuan. The boy on your left is Wen Mujian. The one sitting behind me is Mu Tudu, whose name is a bit strange." This sentence was very strange because there was no sign before it, as if he was just talking for the sake of talking. This long string of words fully revealed his voice. There was a kind of psychedelic sense of justice in his voice, and it certainly sounded good, slow and clear. If it was written in a notebook, it should be a variant of regular script, because every word he said was accurate, so that the tone of voice could hardly be heard at the end.

"I haven't asked these questions." Lin Xuran really didn't know the names of these people, but she was not in a hurry to know.

"Not required."

"I got it."

“There’s nothing to remember.”

"Then why did you tell me?"

"Because you will definitely know their names, maybe when calling the roll or collecting homework. If you already know them, then you don't need to pay attention to them."

"What if I had meant to pay attention?"

"what!"

"Why do you look more like me?"

"No. I just think you are different from yesterday." Lin Xuran's voice was close to saturated cuteness, like slightly lace words written on paper, round and plump, like a cat, like a bee, like a northerner, and also like a southerner. This was confirmed only now.

"Well, maybe it's different, are you too?"

"No, I am not."

"I think you are."

It has been two days since the start of the school year. If he still doesn't receive a reply by the weekend, then his former deskmate may have forgotten him, or something bad may have happened. Which one is it? He had to think about which one is a good outcome. "How will she remember me after she has a new deskmate? Has her evaluation of me changed? Why did she suddenly transfer to another school?"

If there is any inevitable reason for students to fight, it is because they are together. Joy, anger, jealousy and resentment, wherever emotions breed, there will be unfairness, and these unfairness will linger and spread, and may eventually form a huge determination.

(End of this chapter)