Many years later, standing on the rooftop opposite Xiyuan High School, Lin Queman would always think of that dazed late night when Jin Yan left.
Xiyuan High School always emphasizes its quality education, but in fact it has long fallen into the trap of scoring. At the end of June, just after the Grade 15 college entrance examination, we hurriedly arranged for the second year of high school students to move into the east building.
Lin Quman looked at the head teacher who was pacing in front of the classroom and was lost in thought. The pen was scribbling unconsciously on the "Handout for Intensive Reading of Chapter 26 of A Dream of Red Mansions".
"Uh-huh."
His head was suddenly tapped.
"Listen carefully and don't do your homework secretly."
A pair of clearly articulated hands reached out from behind and picked up the test paper.
The familiar voice made Lin Quman freeze in his seat, his hands still maintaining the painting posture. I hope the owner of the voice will not pay attention to the coincidence of the location of the tear mole at the corner of the villain's eye.
"It's confiscated. Teacher Tian will give it to you after he finishes speaking."
When the classroom returned to silence, Lin Queman got a brand new page of handouts.
Intention: Good things in the world are not firm, colorful clouds are easy to scatter, and glass is brittle