leave this sad place

Chapter 152 Parents Meeting

"Will it rain?" Ouyang stood on the street and looked up at the gloomy sky, his eyes were a little dim, and the surrounding was still so hot that it made people uncomfortable.

"Maybe." He shook his head bitterly. Whether it rains or not is a matter of heaven and he doesn't need to worry about it, even if he wanted to.It was another kind of helplessness. Although this feeling of powerlessness was incomprehensible or even unreasonable, his heart was still touched.

With a slightly sad expression on his face, his eyes became a little misty, he looked up at the school gate in front of him, and said secretly: There is still one year left.Is it urgent to get through this year?Or do you want to grit your teeth and stick to this year?Too much depression came a little inexplicably, and even more inexplicably, I didn't know how to say it.

Finally, there are some familiar classrooms, but there is still no cordial feeling after familiarization.In a corner that no one cares about, in a lonely place, should you be happy for not being disturbed?Or do you feel sad because you often feel lonely?Ouyang's heart became a little heavy again.

Such a result, such a feeling, he didn't expect it, but he overestimated himself, thinking that he could really adapt to all this.But—maybe I really got used to it, and got used to it, at least on the surface.

"There are three days left for the exam. After the exam, adjust yourself well. Maybe next semester - you'll be fine." He comforted himself in his heart, but felt a little bewildered, a little bit confused about why To say these strange things.

The homeroom teacher still patrols the outside from time to time, and sometimes checks the situation inside the classroom through the window.Seeing rows of quiet students in the classroom studying seriously in their seats, they left contentedly.In fact, at this time, I haven't withdrawn my thoughts and studied hard. After all, there are not many students preparing for the exam.

Such an atmosphere made Ouyang feel a little tense and depressed involuntarily. Coupled with the sultry weather around him, Ouyang felt an indescribably dull and uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly, and Ouyang felt a little funny again. "Do you really like this kind of study?" He felt a little bitter in his heart.He didn't like such a dull, intense atmosphere at a glance.Because it would make his heart feel bound.

Another sigh of helplessness, too many things, what else can I do except helplessness?But I still don't like it so much, although it is beneficial and useful to me.

"Isn't it just three days? Isn't it just an exam?" He comforted himself again, thinking about the importance of this exam, which is very close to the result of the college entrance examination!Seriously, how can you really let go?Can ten years of hard work really be so easily looked down upon?
But what do you not like?What about the resentment you really feel in your heart?Is it just a kind of fatigue for learning?
"Review well, take the exam well. After all, those who think too much - it's useless." Besides disturbing the mind, what else can all the thoughts be useful for occasionally providing some strange imagination?The irreversible past, the unknowable future, the present is the only thing that can be grasped and determined.

Some long and some short three days, and some idle and some tight two days.The exam finally passed, and Ouyang felt a little relieved, saying that he was not nervous at all, which was impossible, because he still cared about it in his heart, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"The exam is finally over."

"It's finally time to relax."

"Finally, I can take a good rest and sleep well."

All kinds of cheers, I can finally live comfortably for a few days.

"Although the exam is over, don't relax yourself. Because you will be in the third year of high school next semester, and the third year of high school-I don't think I need to tell you what to do." Poor Mandarin is difficult for anyone except the head teacher. Find a teacher who can speak Mandarin so weirdly.

The heart that had been relaxed just now seemed to be vigilant again, and the atmosphere in the classroom became a little depressed again in an instant.

"It's such an annoying feeling again." Ouyang frowned slightly, and the joyful mood that had finally appeared disappeared like this.

"Okay, I don't want to say anything else. I won't assign homework during the holidays. I think you all know how to spend this holiday. When the results come out in a few days, tell your parents Call me too, it's time for a parent-teacher meeting." With a cold tone, people really don't understand what he was wandering around outside the classroom those few days.Maybe it's playing hard to get, but is such a scheming necessary?

"parent meeting?"

"A parent-teacher meeting?"

"Many, it can't be true, can it?"

The boiling water blasted the pot at once, some looked indifferent, some felt a little nervous, and some looked full of annoyance and a little frustration.

Ouyang frowned again, not because he was worried about his exam results, but because he was reluctant to let her take part.As for the reason, maybe it was because she didn't want her to know how she was doing in school, but it didn't seem like that; maybe it was because she didn't want to have a connection between home and school other than him, but was it really like this?Even Ouyang can't tell the difference, but if you don't like it, you don't like it, if you don't want it, you don't want it, sometimes you don't need so many reasons.

"Parents' meeting?" Ouyang looked up at the podium, but didn't find the head teacher who was speaking there just now.He glanced at the entire classroom, but did not find him.

"Let's go." Ouyang felt a little sad in his heart. Maybe the head teacher really had nothing to say, as he himself said, but he couldn't get rid of that cold feeling.

There is inevitably some indifference between people, and even some so-called friends will only contact when they need help or are needed.What about teachers and classmates?How many students does a teacher have to teach, how can he remember them all?Except for those that are particularly prominent, how can he spend his time remembering and helping those uncarvable "rotten wood"?It's not that Ouyang was unexpected or incomprehensible, but it's not easy to let go of it.But now, who else can truly teach without discrimination, treat every student equally, without partiality or selfishness?

Ouyang sighed softly, remembering the sincere smile when strangers passed by, a small detail can make people feel very heartwarming.And now zombie-like dull and indifferent expressions seem to be becoming more and more common.

"Why do you think about those?" Ouyang shook his head slightly again, feeling a little displeased by his wild thoughts.After all, before my own affairs are done well, I just think about some things that are far away from me and have nothing to do with me. This will not bring me any real benefits.

"Oh, the parents' meeting." Withdrawing his thoughts, he couldn't help but sighed again.His eyes became a little confused again, he didn't want her to attend his parent meeting, but it seemed impossible.

Helpless things are always inevitable, do I really have to bow my head like this again?What else could be done?Telling lies to lie to the head teacher, and then not telling her about it?But such behavior has always been despised by myself, so how could I let myself do it?Is there any other way besides this?
Do you really want to call her to attend your parent meeting?
(End of this chapter)