High school life is the novelty of arriving in the first year of high school, the boredom of the ordinary second year of high school, and the expectation of relief from the college entrance examination in the third year of high school.
But we got to know an interesting person. When we think of that period of life, we will think of him-Xu Qinghe. He made the ordinary high school colorful, and the youth's wanton publicity and vitality colored the entire youth like colorful paint.
One of the brooms in the class was broken, and a group of idle and bored people were reasoning about the broom. The following are several guesses. One is that Xu Qinghe broke it when he was sweeping the floor, one is that Zhou Siyun broke it while hitting someone, and the other is that the broom is simply too old.
After an ordinary evening self-study get out of class, Xu Qinghe pinned the broken broom to his waist. At this moment, the broom was no longer a broom, but a sword ready to be used. Xu Qinghe held the scabbard tightly with his hand and closed his eyes tightly, as if he was brewing emotions. Suddenly Xu Qinghe opened his eyes with sharp eyes. At this moment, the classroom turned into a battlefield with the rustling of ancient wind, and the sound of galloping horse hooves seemed to be heard in his ears.
"Brother Lu, this sword will be very handsome!"
"Ouch -" with a sound, the automatically dubbed sword was pulled out, and the tip of the wooden stick was pointed at Lu Yuzui. Lu Yuzui smiled helplessly and moved the wooden stick away without cooperation, "My hero, let's finish the sweep and go back to the dormitory quickly."
Xu Qinghe handsomely held a beautiful sword flower and bowed with his hands, "Okay."
To them, Xu Qinghe was like a glass of mellow and strong liquor, with a long aftertaste, but it added a rich and colorful touch to their dull high school life.
This is the story of a group of people.
Intent: prime time, youthful years