At the beginning of the school year, everyone was very distracted. The first year of high school was particularly carefree and had no burdens, and the schoolwork was easy. Zhu Yu also relaxed and went to play ball with them.

He learned very quickly, and gradually learned to dribble in the V-shape, and also dribble the ball past others. When he was tired, he would sit with them on the side of the court and play popsicles. When it was warm and then cold, the cool breeze was blowing, and it was so refreshing to eat popsicles just after exercise. I have to tremble a few times. He got a lot of fun from this thing, it was novel and never tired of it, his cheeks were rosy after exercising, he was tall and handsome, and his whole life was full of vitality.

However, he did not stay idle for long. After the English class, the English teacher called him to the office.

The English teacher started working not long ago. She is very young. Her surname is Tian. She has a sweet appearance and a sweet voice. Her classmates privately call her Tiantian.

There was an English speech contest in the school. It was a propositional speech with the theme "What we talk about when we talk about happiness." She recommended him to participate.

This English speech contest had been mentioned in her class earlier, but only a few people were interested. No one signed up except the English class representatives.

Zhu Yu's English score is very good, with a test score of 140, and his cursive handwriting is elegant and flowing. In comparison, his spoken language seems weak. Like most students in his country, he is good at listening and writing but not good at reading.

Because his grades are top-notch, teachers in various subjects pay more attention to him and hope that he has no shortcomings in each subject. There are often free talks in English classes. The English teacher had mentioned to him before that there was a lot of room for improvement in speaking. She meant that she wanted to use this speech contest as a trial and an opportunity to learn.

Zhu Yu actually doesn't want to participate in this kind of competition. Firstly, he is not good at it, and secondly, he thinks it is a waste of time.

"Teacher, I don't have to compete, I can be a spectator."

The English teacher smiled sweetly and said, "The sense of participation is very important. It is far more than what can be compared with being an audience. You believe the teacher, this will be a very meaningful experience. Don't underestimate the potential that people can burst out in a short period of time."

When he came out of the collective office helplessly and with a headache, Huo Qingshan was coming up from downstairs, "Where have you been?"

Huo Qingshan stepped up to him and hugged him affectionately. His smiling eyes were full of love and romance, "Let's fall in love."

"Falling in love again?"

Huo Qingshan folded his hands lazily behind his head, seemingly helpless, "There's nothing I can do, the girl is too cute."

There are probably too many cute girls.

Spring is a season when everything revives and passion is full of excitement. Not to mention Huo Qingshan, who is constantly surrounded by beautiful girls, and even Ai Shan, who is in close contact with girls and developing ambiguities, there is no movement in Liang Ge.

When they entered the classroom, a girl suddenly grabbed Zhu Yu. Her bangs were a little too long, her hair was hanging down, and her head was bowed in a reserved manner, "Please call me Liang Ge."

She glanced at Zhu Yu sheepishly. Zhu Yu saw her face, with almond-shaped eyes, small mouth, and timid eyes. She was a beautiful but not very confident girl.

People often come to Liang Ge, and Liang Ge rarely goes out, but this girl has come to Liang Ge several times, and Liang Ge goes out every time. I also went out today. After a while, I took out my physics reference book and gave it to her. The girl looked up at him. No matter how timid she was, there was light in her eyes. She tried her best to hide it but she was also overjoyed. look.

Liang Ge, a man of few words, actually stood with her at the door and talked for five minutes.

Zhou Taozheng was coming back from the toilet. He was a famous Baixiaosheng. Zhu Yu sometimes suspected that there was nothing going on in the school that he didn't know. He looked at the girl leaving and suddenly realized, "Oh! This is not the one from Class 7..."

Liang Ge looked at him with sharp eyes, "Shut up."

Zhou Tao fell silent, shrunk his neck and ran away quickly.

Zhu Yu rarely sees Liang Ge angry. Today he was obviously angry to protect this girl. Is this because he likes her?

Already like it so much? I like her so much that I won't let anyone else say a word. No wonder I rejected Zhong Qingning.

It turns out that spring has also come to Liang Ge.

He suddenly felt a little lonely.

There was only one and a half weeks to prepare for the English speech. Zhu Yu wrote the speech during self-study that night and gave it to the English teacher the next day. His written expressions have always been less reprehensible, his views are strong, his structure is rigorous, and his argumentation process is clear and rigorous.

Qingquan is a junior high school with very average abilities. Zhu Yu's oral skills are not very good, and he does not pay special attention to oral English. Oral English cannot be mastered overnight. This opportunity to practice gave him a lot of pressure.

He began to practice memorizing manuscripts intensively. It rained a lot in spring, and sometimes he couldn't go out to play ball. So people around him began to gather around him to give guidance, as if everyone was an expert in public speaking.

Aishan: "Tone, rhythm, speed, you have to convey emotion and appeal."

Huo Qingshan: "If there is a typhoon, pay attention to the use of body language and appropriate eye contact."

He pointed at his own eyes with two fingers, then pointed at Zhu Yu's eyes with his backhand. Zhu Yu's pupils flickered and he fell back in fright.

Even Jian Xi would suddenly turn around when he was memorizing the manuscript, "It's Mundane."

Zhu Yuhe read it again: "mundane."

Huo Qingshan said: "It's mundane!"

Zhu Yu: "mundane."

Aishan snickered: "It's mundane."

Zhu Yu stood up suddenly, "I'm going to find Teacher Tian and report each of you."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

He grabbed him with all his hands and feet and carried him back to his seat.

"What, Zhu Guanyin, are you angry now?"

"Brothers, don't they all do it for you? You don't know what my speaking level is? How many awards have I won!" Huo Qingshan pulled his cheek bitterly.

Zhu Yu turned her face away to prevent him from touching her, with a solemn face and completely ignored them.

"Stop making trouble with him." Liang Ge, who was studying the question with his face raised, raised his eyes behind him, chased them away, and leaned behind his ear, lowering his voice as if to coax him, "Can you practice with me?"

Huo Qingshan and Ai Shan, who were driven away, touched his head before leaving and said with a smile, "Don't be angry."

Zhu Yu suddenly realized that he was being pampered and arrogant. He was young, and looked childish and beautiful. They were all very good to him, and they liked to tease him like a child. Sometimes he was simply pampered. After being with them for a long time, He actually started to act bad.

He had never been like this before, not even to his parents. He always considered himself calm and sensible, and pretended to be gentle and smart in the eyes of others. He felt very bad, out of control like an arrow leaving the string, but he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Excellent oral English plays a big part in English speech, so I have to start with phonetic symbols, then start pronunciation of words, and then practice the flow of speech.

Liang Ge corrected his pronunciation, talking about the unvoiced and voiced sounds of the th phonetic symbol.

Liang Ge said, "Tongue."

His original intention was for Zhu Yu to imitate him and put his tongue between his upper and lower teeth. As a result, Zhu Yu stuck out a piece of smooth tongue in confusion, and the watery red tip of the tongue seemed to be slightly upward.

The air seemed to be burning.

Liang Ge only glanced at it, then missed his face, coughed lowly, and turned back after a while without holding back.

Zhu Yu was stuffed with a plum by Aishan, and his cheeks bulged out. He was so sore that his mouth and eyes were tightly closed, and his face was wrinkled into a plum.

"..."

"Ah - Liang Ge, why are you kicking me again?! Damn it, please help me!"

Zhu Yu hurried out of the cafeteria after lunch. The closer it was to the speech contest, the more nervous he was getting ready.

A light rain fell on the overpass. The rain in March was soft. The rain in spring was bright and gentle, and it was moist and cool when it dropped on people. From the overpass, you can see the cherry blossom trees lining the streets of the school. The branches and leaves of the early cherry blossoms are dancing, but they are about to bloom. The green trees on the campus are sparse, and it is already a good scene in early spring.

The rain was not heavy, and it was floating diagonally like thin lines. He was too lazy to go downstairs again, so he simply went back under the refreshing and pleasant spring rain.

He trotted and saw a tall figure in front of him in the rippling rain curtain, wearing a hoodie. He didn't know where his eyes stopped. The rain seemed to avoid her and fall, and everything was quiet. She was pacing slowly, alone, feeling as if she was the only one in the world.

Like a gust of wind.

"Jian Xi."

The rain was blowing and the wind was blowing, and the rain and mist fell on my eyelashes, making Zhu Yu's eyebrows moist.

Jian Xi turned her head as if she had just dreamed for a long time, looked at him blankly for a while, and then suddenly said, "You look so clear."

Zhu Yu was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Jian Xi laughed, and Zhu Yu realized that she had a pair of very beautiful eyes. The inner canthus was slightly drooped, and the ends of the eyes were raised up, like a pool of spring water. There was a clear light in the eyes, which seemed charming and familiar. She said, "It's very beautiful." I like what you mean.”

Before Zhu Yu could respond, she explained.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that kind of love, it's just..." She frowned and thought for a long time, as if she was considering her words, "Appreciation, very simple love."

In fact, if she doesn't explain, Zhu Yu won't be so self-righteous that he thinks she is interested in him. Jian Xi is free and willful and will never miss anyone.

Jian Xi covered his forehead with her hands. Maybe because she was tall and played basketball, her hands were larger than those of ordinary girls, and her fingers were white and slender. She smiled slightly and said in a soft voice, "Don't get wet in the rain."

In the evening, Zhu Yu sat at his desk and read as usual, and read Rilke's "Ten Letters to a Young Poet". There was a sentence in it, "At the fundamental level, it is precisely in the most profound and important things, We are nameless and alone.”

Somehow, he suddenly thought of Jian Xi.