leave this sad place

Chapter 124 Depressed
But hope and reality are often opposite, which seems to have become a special hobby of fate.

"Students, you don't have a lot of time now, you have to calm down and study now." The head teacher stared at his son tightly, and emphasized again in class that he had already said No less than twenty times.I don't know if I really care too much, or if I'm really too worried?

"What do you mean you don't have much time? Why does it sound so awkward?" Ouyang heard Chen Cheng's strange voice again.But if this is the case, it really sounds like an account of the funeral, but under the circumstances at that time, how could there be any mood to care about those?And time—really running out.

These repeated words made Ouyang's ears almost callused, but he still listened carefully this time, although he didn't like it very much, and even felt slightly disgusted.As for Chen Cheng's words, just pretend that you didn't hear them. He already didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

"The second semester of the second year of high school has just begun, and the time for high school is clearly only half over!" Chen Cheng's tone was a little dissatisfied and complained. "These words are clearly meant to intimidate people!" He summed up slightly.

Ouyang glanced at Chen Cheng. Although he himself thought that what the head teacher said didn't make much sense, he didn't like to be disturbed when he was listening carefully.

"Am I right? Ouyang." Chen Cheng saw Ouyang look at him, thinking that he also agreed with his point of view, and there was a bit of complacency in his voice.

Ouyang ignored him even more, and turned his head after glancing at him.I feel even more upset. Didn't I promise not to bother you just now? Why is it like this again now?

Chen Cheng rubbed his nose for fun, took out his phone, and wanted to play games again.

The teacher in charge looked away from his son and looked at the other students who looked thoughtful, with a slight look of enjoyment on their faces.He continued to analyze and said: "It is estimated that this semester will not be due, and all subjects will be completed one after another, entering the stage of general review. And then there will be rounds of review. At that time, you will You have to work harder and learn to check for deficiencies and make up for omissions. You must understand what you don’t understand, or you will fail the college entrance examination and regret it later! And what you have mastered must not be taken lightly, carelessly. What a mistake!" The class teacher spoke sharp words in his unique tone on the podium again, his face was slightly tense, and his nostrils were still upturned.

Ouyang still doesn't like such words in his heart, especially the phrase "you will regret it later!?" This kind of encouragement is too decisive!And regret, this is another word that Ouyang dislikes the most.Even if something is wrong, Ouyang doesn't want to waste time regretting it, let alone the word "waiting".He felt a little depressed, sometimes he really wanted to stand up and refute him on the spot, but thinking about it, he is the head teacher, and the time in the future has to be in his hands."

live”, wouldn’t that just cause trouble for myself?

This kind of thought, this kind of realistic thought was unconsciously formed in his mind at some point, and Ouyang sighed slightly again.

"It turns out that I have also become realistic." He felt a little bitter in his heart, thinking about his wishful love for Yushu in the past, it was simply too childish to be more childish.How can ideal love be separated from the material basis?What can he do at that time to give them a better life in the future?

"Fortunately, I have really come out now." He shook his head gently.In the dark night, his heart still hurts from time to time, this, only he knows!

"You're talking nonsense on the board again." Chen Cheng played with the phone without raising his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little, as if mocking.In fact, he didn't like the class teacher saying such things at all.

Ouyang's heart became even more depressed. The head teacher said some things that disgusted him on the stage from time to time, which made him very internally hurt.And Chen Cheng continued to add a sentence from time to time, which made his thoughts that were a little confused due to boredom even more messy!He really wanted to yell "Shut up!" But him, how is this possible?The vigor that I had when I first entered the school in the first year of high school has been exhausted in more than a year of painful torture.Now he has recovered his original personality - introverted to keep everything in his heart until he can't squeeze any more!
He doesn't understand, and he doesn't understand. Now he just wants to study quietly and hard, but why can't he always?Why are those external circumstances always against it?
His brows were furrowed, almost faintly forming the word "Chuan".This shows that he is not contemplating, contemplating; but that the extreme resentment in his heart is like the magma churning inside a volcano, which may burst out at any time.

He looked at the teacher in charge who was speaking with gusto in the stands, and even smacked his lips. He couldn't understand why he had a soft spot for this kind of thing; Listening to him, he would pick up a sentence and complain from time to time.I really don't know if he really listened to what I just said to him.

Ouyang looked at the two of them again and again, and the depression in his heart deepened.He really wanted to release the turbulent emotions in his heart, but after thinking about it, he still held back!If that's the case, he probably really has finished playing, and this class can't expect to stay any longer.Even if he didn't mention whether the head teacher on the podium would hold grudges, even the strange eyes of the students were enough for him to bear.

He sighed a long time, his fists clenched and tightened.

"I'm so narrow-minded, I can't even bear such a situation!" He cursed himself again in his heart.But I don't know that sometimes words can hurt more than external substances, because one hurts the heart of a person, while the other hurts only the body.

Finally, the hasty bell rang again.At this moment, Ouyang felt that the ringtone was more beautiful than ever.

The homeroom teacher waited for the bell to ring with self-knowledge, and continued to talk during the bell. If you do this kind of thing that is a little bit like a car, you will naturally know how to advance and retreat.

"After I finish these few sentences, get out of class will be over, okay?" The tone is unquestionable, and it will always seem a bit weird to say this kind of content seeking consent in such a named tone.

"Okay—" The voices of the students under the podium were drawn out and somewhat weak.

After listening to the ringing of the bell, Ouyang looked at the head teacher on the podium.Procrastinating class time and time again, the teacher's warm kindness made him a little unacceptable.Now he is terribly bored and sleepy, just wanting to lie down on the table and take a good nap, but now he is like this!The sorrow in his heart became even deeper. He really wanted to do whatever he liked and thought meaningful things regardless of everything else!But this can only become an extravagant hope, he has even let go of his greatest hobby and only dream, what else can he really not let go of?

"These contents are also compulsory for the college entrance examination! You all write them down on the last page of this chapter." The head teacher moved the mouse, and the arrows in the slide on the screen pointed out several lines of the content just mentioned.He looked at his son under the podium again to see if he was transcribing as he said.

Ouyang tightened the pen in his hand, feeling that he could break it at once.Gritting his teeth, the flame in his heart blazed again.

He stared at the front without moving, and his eyes became empty again, without a trace of brilliance, like an invisible black hole silently devouring the surrounding light.

His eyes, which were indifferent and as cold as the starry sky, finally regained some luster. He shook his head again and sighed softly.His edges and corners have worn away with the changes of the years, and I don't know when he has been vicissitudes like an old man.

"Okay, let's finish copying, let's end get out of class." The head teacher watched his son put down the pen in his hand, looked around, and tidied up the computer while talking.Then he walked out of the classroom like a peacock without looking sideways.

One or two classmates who couldn't hold on for a long time tilted their heads and fell asleep on the table.

"Show me your notes just now, I haven't finished copying them yet!"

"I haven't finished copying the lang."

Such voices are not uncommon.

"If you improve yourself, maybe you'll get used to it." Ouyang murmured, but there was a trace of worry that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)