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Chapter 46

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    He felt that crying was futile and a failure.

    Unlike when I was a child, when I was wronged, if I cried for a while, the grievance would disappear.

    He can remember grievances and shame, because he has grown up, how much he hopes that he has amnesia, the pain that happened today, will be forgotten tomorrow, and there is no need to accumulate it in his heart, torturing himself over and over again.

    He was afraid of being questioned by the teacher again.

    After several exams, the teacher stopped asking him questions, and all the teachers seemed to have discussed it.

    He also knew that he was not the only one who was left out in the cold, there were many others.

    There are more than forty people in the class. If they want to be noticed by all the teachers, they can only squeeze into the top 20.  The success rate of the college entrance examination of Yanghu Middle School is not ranked high in the city, so even if it is in the top 20, it may not be able to enter the university.  However, there is hope after all.

    In the boring and depressing study, there are also things that move him.  The Chinese teacher's emphasis on his talent for composition made him feel a little relieved in his dullness.  A few times, it was his brilliance that he didn't read in vain in high school.

    One time is to look at pictures and write a composition, which takes 10 minutes to write a small essay.  The teacher called a girl, and after she finished answering, she said that the boy would send a representative to see if the boy is better than the girl. After scanning all the boys, he suddenly stared at Xiaojun who was lying on his stomach all the time.  Confidently read the article he just wrote, the classroom was quiet, and then the applause was like a drum, and he was about to faint, shaken by this rare applause for him!

    He didn't show the slightest expression, but the Chinese teacher blushed and looked at him as if he had discovered something novel.

    Since then, he will never be forgotten in every composition class.

    He was moved before, but later he realized that it was a different kind of shame.

    The teacher teaches others the tools to write essays.  He simply dealt with it hastily.

    The teacher seemed to understand something. One day, when he was strolling to his desk, he suddenly bent down and lay on his ear, "Han Han is famous because he has the qualifications, but this society can tolerate a partial talent, but it will not treat him as a person."  All talents can be accepted, I admire your talent in composition, but the college entrance examination is not only about Chinese"

    Silence, the Chinese teacher didn't pay attention to him after that.  He saw a new reality of being left out.

    Another time, his article "Pan'er" was published in the school newspaper, which caused quite a stir.

    But the sensation is only for him.  People don't understand it, and soon forget it.

    People would not understand it without his anxiety about learning and taking exams well.  At that time, he was studying Symbolism and Obscurity, and tried to write in their styles. The obscurity of the images naturally made people wonder what he meant.

    In the tense and busy study atmosphere, he is rare to be quiet. In the weekly reading class, sitting in the reading room, all the cells in his body are rippling in the novel.

    He has never had the pleasure of learning easily.  Having grown so big, only novels can give him.  Poor primary and secondary schools are like barren land. The soil is so bad and dry that nothing can be pulled out.

    The only extracurricular books that can be read are a mutilated "Journey to the West", an ancient costume version of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", and a book of "Book of Changes", all of which are ancient characters.

    He went to school and read until high school. In high school, he got the opportunity to read outside the classroom, and he vaguely realized the self-confidence that knowledge brought him.

    However, the impoverished family, the barren rural culture, and the parental awareness that all but textbooks are idle books have made Xiaojun feel that he missed a good opportunity to nourish his body and mind with knowledge in the most glorious time.

    He is messed up in the wind, for those owed years.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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