Xia Yang suddenly remembered that he seemed to be like this many times.
Looking at Ouyang Fuqian's figure in front of him, he followed closely.
In the blink of an eye, we have gone from junior high school to now.
In junior high school, in the first two years of high school, he and Ouyang Fuqian got along really well!
In the next two years, they participated in various competitions and participated in various activities organized by the school. Even when the student representatives of the school council gave speeches, he and Ouyang Fuqian took turns.
There is also an annual meeting of inter-school celebrations!
He and Qian Qian were actually decided to be the hosts!
He looked at the class teacher with a bewildered look. He had heard Xia Tian say that during the school's 60th anniversary celebration, the teachers of the school hosted it. It seemed that it had always been the case, and their students had never hosted it.
But now, during the seventieth anniversary celebration, he and Ouyang Fuqian were actually notified that it would be hosted.
At that time, he was already in the second grade of junior high school. To be precise, it was already the second semester of the second grade of junior high school.
The class teacher at that time, haha, was still the original class teacher!
There is no other reason!
When the first graders of this year were promoted from the second grade to the second grade, they were not divided into classes!
The little fat man happily stopped him at the school gate and put his hand on his shoulder with a happy giggle on his face.
He smiled inexplicably.
It wasn't until the little fat man walked past the ranking list not far from the school gate with him that he glanced at it and found that behind his name, it was written Class 2 (1)!
He is still in the second grade (1) class!
His eyes flashed twice, and before he could take a closer look, he heard the little fat man's voice coming over.
The little fat man said, Brother Yang, we are still in the same class!
Xia Yang shifted his gaze and looked at the little fat man: "Aren't you divided into classes?"
The little fat man's face instantly lit up with joy: "Brother Yang, you are so smart. You are worthy of being number one in the school. You can know everything without even telling me."
Xia Yang's mouth twitched slightly.
He almost wanted to ask the little fat man if he was also on the top 100 list?
After thinking about it, I held back.
After all, he still knew very well how much the little fat guy weighed. What's more, in the first grade of junior high school, their elite class was in the back few classes. Even if they were really divided into classes, they wouldn't move the elite class to the front few classes. A class.
Then there is only one possibility, no class division!
Yes, there are no classes.
He is still in Class 1, Grade 2, and the little fat boy Chen Qian is still his deskmate. He is still sitting in the last row of the classroom, near the back door.
On the first day of school in the second year of junior high school, the head teacher asked him intentionally or unintentionally if he wanted to adjust his seat.
He shook his head and smiled and said that the current position is quite good, he likes to sit there.
The head teacher was startled for a moment, then nodded, okay, then just keep sitting there.
When he was about to turn around and go back to the classroom, the head teacher stopped him again and asked him if he wanted to change the classmates around him.
He glanced into the classroom, laughed, and said with a smile that there was no one behind him, so there was no need to change. Besides, Chen Qian was his deskmate, and the two in front were also his good friends.
After hearing this, the head teacher's expression on his face froze, and then he laughed, OK, then everything will be the same as before, you can be ranked according to height.
Xia Yang nodded with a smile and turned back to the classroom.
After that, the head teacher returned to his original attitude towards him.
He was the same. During class, he would listen to what he was supposed to do. When he didn't want to listen, he would arrange his own time. In a blink of an eye, autumn turned to winter, and winter vacation came as scheduled.
When winter vacation came, he was naturally ranked number one in the school again.
It was only then that the results of Fatty and the others caught up, and they entered the top 100 list in their grade.
In addition, in addition to the little fat man and the two classmates in the front row, there were more people added to the original group of four, so many people that one hand could hardly count them.
In the words of the little fat man.
Brother Yang, we all listen to you.
When Xiaopang said that, Xia Yang glanced at the people in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly. So many people? When did you get together? Why didn't he know?
I really didn't expect that the little fat man could actually have this trick.
Xia Yang looked away and looked at the little fat man. There were so many people, a date?
Ulala gathered around in a circle, and looked at him with pairs of shining eyes.
If he read it correctly, most of the boys in the class had come over, right? If not thirty, there must be at least twenty, right?
The little fat man chuckled: Yes, we can play a football match by ourselves.
Xia Yang's eyes slid over the little fat man's face, looked at the group of ulala people, and laughed, okay, let's go play a game.
When a group of people heard this, they all responded, "Okay, okay, we all listen to Brother Yang."
Xia Yang couldn't help but frown, raised his hand, and lowered his voice.
What the hell, there are so many people and the voices are so loud. If the school instructor finds out and thinks he is a clique, that will be detrimental to his image.
When everyone saw this, their voices instantly became quieter.
Let's go play ball, Brother Yang? The little fat man looked towards Xia Yang.
OK. Xia Yang pulled on his school uniform, threw the backpack in his hand, and walked towards the playground.
The little fat man stretched out his hand and took it, then waved his hand, "Let's go, don't be stunned."
A group of people hugged each other and followed the little fat man, walking toward the playground.
Winter turned to spring, and Xia Yang returned to school after the winter vacation. He took a look at the school performance list and found a list of the twenty-odd people at the back of the hundred list. He smiled and walked towards the classroom. went.
Perhaps, it was precisely because of this accident that they were not divided into classes in the second year of junior high school.
When school started in September, he heard his class teacher say that ten people in his class had made the top 100 list, and he laughed.
It is estimated that this time, Lao Ban will laugh until the corner of his mouth cramps again.
Xia Yang thought like that and couldn't help but glance in the direction of the teaching building.
But he caught a glimpse of the girl walking past the teaching building—Ouyang Fuqian!
She came so early?
He thought he had arrived very early!
Xia Yang paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then strode towards Ouyang Fuqian.
If there was no summer, he might not have the unexpected first place in the class in the mid-term exam. However, if there was no Ouyang Fuqian, he might just take the exam as he pleased, or occasionally get the first place in the school.
Just prove your strength.
There is no need to dominate the rankings again and again.
He has never been competitive. He always learns as he pleases, as long as he is happy and does his best.
But Qian Qian said, if you have strength, you must show it. You must dare to use your sword and don't hide your edge.
Hearing this, he was startled at first, and then after thinking about it, he felt it made sense.
After all, he still hoped that Zhu Yan, who didn't know where he was, would one day hear rumors about him and find him.
Naturally, if it weren't for Ouyang Fuqian, Little Fatty and the others wouldn't have made such great progress.
The reason is very simple. Ouyang Fuqian generously shared his learning methods and experience with him, and he shared a little bit with the little fat man by the way.
He also consulted Ouyang Fuqian for his opinion at that time.
Ouyang Fu smiled slightly, whatever I give you is yours, whatever you want.
He thought and thought, thought and thought.
Ouyang Fuqian was helping him and trying his best to expand his reputation on campus!
