leave this sad place

Chapter 80 Wake Up ([-])

After all, high school is high school, as long as it does not affect the teacher's classroom discipline, most of the teachers probably don't bother to care about you.Those teachers don't have that much time to manage these things, and they don't want to waste time on them.Their time is precious, and they have to pay for it.

Ouyang's grades are not particularly outstanding in the grade, so of course no teacher will come to ask.Besides, he is used to falling asleep in class, and there will be no teacher to wake him up, to help him, so that he will not continue like this, so he is still sinking.

And he lived like this, lived in such a muddle-headed and completely sinking way, lived in such a seemingly happy but extremely dejected way.How many people have had it?How many of them know the sadness?
I sincerely hope I don't wake up, never, ever!At least that has always been the so-called happiness.But how could he not wake up?What about waking up?
Wake up, and it will happen to you that it was a nightmare, a nightmare that actually happened in real life!
In such a dream, time has no concept, it is passing by rapidly.

And the end of the term is approaching so imperceptibly.

And he didn't know anything, he was still indulging in the virtual joy, but he felt that the surrounding atmosphere was rather depressing.

"Isn't it just a final exam, so what's there to be nervous about?" He comforted himself, thinking that this was just an exam like last semester, so he didn't think about it at all.

Gradually, he felt a strange atmosphere active around him, which made him indulge in the virtual world to pay attention to the discussions of his classmates.

Slowly, the word "division" spread to his ears again and again.

"Isn't it just divisions, what else?" He still didn't think much, didn't care about anything, and didn't think about the meaning it represented.

But this word became more and more active, and he heard his classmates talking about it in the classroom again and again.

Some surprise flowed out of his heart inadvertently, and he felt that something was different this time.In this way, his obsessed heart struggled slightly.

"Why do you care so much? Let's divide the subjects. I'll live my life like this. What's wrong? Isn't this good? What are you going to do?" He comforted himself in his heart .This kind of life can make him forget his sorrows and stop his grief, so how can he give up so easily?
But his heart gradually felt uneasy, as if something important was about to happen, but he still didn't understand.The surrounding atmosphere seemed to be getting more and more tense, and the word became more and more active.Those students don't know when it started, and they became very fond of talking about this.

"Just listen carefully to what they say, what's the point?" His uneasiness, his curiosity, made him persuade the thought of muddling through in his heart.

"Just listen to it and understand it, and it won't hurt me as much as before." He fought in his heart again and again, the hidden enemy was so stubborn that he had to enlighten him again and again look at yourself.

Slowly, he finally couldn't stand that kind of curiosity anymore, and he no longer wanted to have the feeling of being kept in the dark and knowing nothing.His sinking heart regained consciousness a little bit, and just this moment reminded him of many, many forgotten things.

The gate of that memory opened again, and the flood of that memory poured down, submerging him in an instant.His sinking heart is gradually waking up step by step.

"Different subjects." He murmured, his eyes a little dazed.

"Separation." He murmured again, his eyes were slightly red.

He remembered it all at last, he remembered what it all meant.Choosing liberal arts is to stay in this class.And if you choose science, you will either go to Class 2 or Class 3, either Sun Xiaohong's class or Yu Shu's class.

(End of this chapter)