Morning.

Mornings in the city are always crowded with words such as turbid air, noisy people, and traffic jams. High-rise buildings cut the gray-blue sky into regular grids, and criss-crossing wires are involved. There is no wind in the city, and the flowers and trees on both sides of the road are pruned into regular shapes. They are listless and motionless. And every day, I walked through these half-dead backgrounds and arrived at an even more half-dead place - the school. It was a hell that extremely restricted physical and mental freedom and restricted the joy of life. It tirelessly produced various test papers all day long. Whether teachers are fierce or gentle, they are actually masks. Behind these masks, the common purpose is scores. My classmates, on the surface, they all had a good time, but after every exam, they would nervously come over to inquire about their scores. It was so hypocritical that I hated it. I lay in bed, and the above scenes flashed before my eyes like a movie, so I lost my eyesight. The courage to open your eyes. After three alarm clocks and two mobile phones sent warnings in all directions, I still had no intention of getting up. The bedroom door was kicked open, and my dad rushed in with a feather duster. Ignoring the dangerous mood of an adolescent girl like a deep sea bomb, he shouted: " Lin Beike! I'm going to lift the quilt!" At this time, I had to open my eyes. The first thing that jumped into my sight was the countdown card on the desk, with bright red characters: Sixty days until the high school entrance examination. What a hopeless life. Frankly speaking, my grades are not bad. The teacher said that it would be no problem for me to get into this school directly. I am very satisfied. After all, Y Middle School is also considered a key high school. But if you insist on defining key high schools by whether they have produced top scorers in the college entrance examination, then it is a pity that Y Middle School has never been proud of this. My dad kept saying that this was a feng shui problem in the Y, and it would not be solved for at least fifty years. Therefore, if Lin Beike wanted to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University, he had to find a way into Chengjing. Chengjing Middle School, a middle school full of legends, maintains a 100% online rate of one book every year, almost all the top picks in the province, leaving no room for other middle schools to survive. The students who can enter Chengjing are all the elites who have fought their way out from hundreds of thousands of candidates, with the label "Bright Future" on their foreheads shining brightly. I looked down at my abilities and decided that it would be better to continue worshiping. After slowly washing up and changing into school uniform, there was not much time left. In order to cheer up my tired heart, before leaving the house, my mother actually raised her fist and said, "Daddy!" (meaning "come on" in Japanese). I rolled my eyes and said, "Disgusting." As a result, a schoolbag hit me directly. When he went downstairs, Ji Bai was already waiting. This boy who lives in the same community as me is, to put it simply, my childhood sweetheart. We have been playing together since childhood and studied in the same school. We are always inseparable. The reason why we have not had any abnormal emotions yet is very simple

For example, this morning, the first sentence Ji Bai said when he saw me was: "Lin Beike, how many times have I told you that you have to bend down when brushing your teeth. Look at the toothpaste marks all over your head and face. Wow, it's true." As he said this, he ran over and patted me up and down until I turned red. He closed his eyes and shouted, "Do you want me to chop off your hand?" Then he jumped away as if he was electrocuted. Breathtaking, right? Do you think you would like such a trivial and perverted boy? The pervert didn't ride over today. He explained with a blush on his face: "My dad said that the high school entrance examination is coming soon, and we will go to school by car from now on." "No." I refused, "Every time I squeeze into the bus, I will fall off." "No." He said, "It's my dad's special car." The so-called special car is a tool allocated by state agencies to people's servants to prevent them from wasting their limited lives on infinite roads and to seize the time to serve the people. Of course, this is a more official tool statement. Despite rising oil prices, the number of private cars is still rising at an alarming rate. Especially during the peak school hours, you can often see several cars with obviously government license plates stuck in a stalemate at the narrow school gate, posing a dilemma. You can easily criticize others for some things, but in the end you are not exempt from them.

Just like I often follow the news and criticize people who use their power to waste the country's gas money, but still when the Audi A6 slowly drives by, I feel happy and contented: Great, I no longer have to pedal until I feel dizzy. Ji Bai was very embarrassed. This was also his valuable feature. He never felt that as a son of a high-ranking official, he should enjoy any special treatment. He just explained over and over again: "It's time to take the high school entrance exam

My dad said the high school entrance exam is very stressful." Before he could finish speaking, the driver's head stuck out of the car window and greeted him familiarly: "Hi! Young Master!" ” All the blood in Ji Bai’s body rushed to his face. Finally, I got on the bus with a lot of bumps. The driver, Xiao Zhang, is very young. It is said that he used to drive a bus. He has developed a good temperament that is neither hasty nor slow. He has no concept of the word "efficiency". When we were crowded with several cars at the school gate, he simply let go of the steering wheel and let the cars stand still. The owner of the Volkswagen opposite him lost his patience first, stuck out his head and cursed: "Isn't Audi amazing? If you have the ability to drive a Rolls-Royce!" At the price of the Audi A6, it's really nothing extraordinary. What's remarkable is that the identity represented by this car is worthy of this car. The leader, Ji Bai's father, obviously has an extraordinary position. Therefore, Comrade Xiao Zhang just looked at him with contempt. In order to show his quality as a leading driver, he didn't even bother to speak. Ji Bai and I couldn't stay any longer. We were about to be late for school. After exchanging glances, they opened the car doors on both sides in a tacit understanding and got out of the car with their schoolbags. Looking back, I saw several cars still resolutely stuck there, honking their horns hurriedly, and more and more vehicles joined this luxurious team, honking their horns. The hurried school bell in the distance also joined in the fun. Ji Bai quickly pulled me up and ran to the school gate. In our class, if I was late for one minute, I would be punished for a whole day, and so on. I followed Ji Bai tiredly, stumbling around, surrounded by classmates who had a similar fate to us. Everyone greeted me awkwardly while complaining that "there was too much homework and I couldn't help but sleep for five minutes more in the morning." The price of sleeping for five more minutes is that you have to sprint for the school bell. The way the dean stood at the door of the teaching building with eager eyes gave people a sense of end-of-the-world despair. The schoolbag was thrown so hard that my back hurt, and the coffee was spilled on the floor along the road. This special drink always makes the dark circles under my eyes deeper and deeper. I raised my head and asked Ji Bai, "Does it have to be like this every day?" He turned around and raised his eyebrows in confusion: "What?" "Nothing." I just want to know, in this muddy and boring world, is there a person Individuals are different from us. When the school bell rang, Lu Wei had just stepped through the door of Lieutenant Colonel Y with one foot. The moment he heard the bell, he frowned and retracted his foot decisively.

It’s late anyway. The first time I visited school in two months, I was actually late. The dean personally called him the night before and asked him to come "to socialize" no matter what, but Lu Wei readily agreed to "make some time". This concept of time is very broad. If you are late today, let’s do it tomorrow. Thinking of this, he turned around. Under the sun, a white shirt and blue trousers are extremely clean, giving off a faint aura. At first glance, they look like ordinary clothes, but if you look at the labels on these clothes, you will instantly understand what quality is. At a stage when his peers were still proud of NIKE and ADI, Lu Wei has obviously entered a higher level. He walked to the side of the road, raised his hand and stopped a car: "Go to the Chengbei Studio." In fact, Lu Wei himself knew nothing about art, but it was not necessary to paint in the studio. As a studio that specializes in training art candidates, Chengbei Studio does not have a good reputation. Every year after the high school entrance examination, other studios would put up advertisements such as "Celebrating XXX being admitted to the National Academy of Fine Arts" and "Celebrating XX being specially recruited by Chengjing" on the door, but Chengbei Studio would never have this opportunity. Therefore, tuition fees are relatively cheap. The word art has always been linked to money. Good paints, good drawing papers, and good albums all require strong financial backing. The first time Lu Wei appeared in the studio, his teacher noticed that he was wearing expensive clothes. , and then affirmed his superior family background, so he was strongly invited to join. And Lu Wei smiled: "Sorry, I'm not interested.

" Hearing this sentence, the future artists around him who were busy scribbling on the drawing paper stopped and looked at the 15-year-old boy curiously. First of all, this boy is good-looking and worthy of forgiveness. He has clean eyebrows and an unusually gentle smile. He seems to be easy to bully, but the artists are very intuitive and know that there are often undercurrents under the calm appearance, so no one dares to order him to be kicked out, and no one knows what he is thinking. What? Lu Wei still came to the studio as if no one else was there, and he became familiar with it over time.