Chicago 1990

Chapter 3: credit

Classroom discipline is terrible, and the teaching method is perfunctory. The young couple behind Song Ya have already embraced and nibble. The white male teacher in the classroom is still reading Dickinson’s poems familiarly. The bell rang immediately after class. Flash people, never miss.

   "Huh..."

Song Ya sighed helplessly. This body's English grades were bad. His Chinese soul didn't add much to it. Reading was no big problem. Writing and speaking were shortcomings, but the teacher was not very reliable. Of course, there is no way to blame him, it's not that he doesn't want to care, but he doesn't dare to care.

If the teacher is not good at teaching, Song Ya can’t study hard. He has carefully studied it. In any case, the credit plan cannot bypass the high-weight English. If there is no condition, the conditions must be created. "After lunch, go to the library to borrow some books. I'm done learning by myself, so annoying, I have to play that **** basketball after school. What is the most lack of time to become a schoolmaster? Time!"

Inked on the seat for a while, and when the classroom was almost gone, Song Ya got up and went to the cafeteria. He tentatively decided on a strategy to deal with bullying, becoming a'little transparent', um... I have to go back to the overzealous math Say hello to the teacher, stop attracting hatred to Lao Tzu!

I tried my best to reduce my sense of existence. I rushed into the school cafeteria unhurriedly or slowly. This is the best disciplined place in the school. The vice-principal guards the queue at the door, the physical education teacher patrols the stadium in shifts, and the security guards all exits. Aunt Fan is waiting, and there are posters of an old black man on the walls, and a line of big characters is prominently marked below: 27 years! Late victory!

Under the old man’s "smiling gaze", Song Ya solved a hamburger with meat, a pile of mashed potatoes, a white sauce mixed with boiled broccoli and carrots and a large glass of carbonated drink, and then avoided The teacher's gaze flew the dinner plate into the recycling bin. The middle school in Miguo was closed early, so the lunch break was not very generous. He ran to the library non-stop, borrowed a book of Franklin Roosevelt’s speeches, and rushed to the teacher’s office, euphemistically asking the math teacher for a'low-key' Willingness.

The mathematics teacher is an elegant black lady. After Song Ya's mathematics scores leap, she now sees Song Ya's pleasing eyes, and said with a smile: "Give me a suggestion. If you can pass my ninth grade basic course exam, I will How about you transfer to the advanced math class?"

   "Advanced class?" Song Ya was stunned.

   "Advanced class!"

  Under the patient's explanation of the old lady, it turns out that in addition to the basic courses each year, the American middle school will also offer advanced courses, or honor courses, to elite students who have spare capacity. The difficulty is greatly increased, and there are more credits.

   "Okay, I will try my best!" When I heard that there were credits, Song Ya was energetic. It's just an exam.

   happily said goodbye to the math teacher, but ran into the music teacher at the door.

This white middle-aged woman with neat short hair is not very good at talking and lacks in cultural classes, but the school’s art and sports skills are quite strong. The music teacher’s orchestra and chorus are well-known from far and near. , Her requirements are naturally very demanding, "Alexander, right? Last week, your trumpet made obvious mistakes several times in rehearsals!"

Song Ya fainted suddenly, and there must be a home. The music and sports talents of this body are very good, especially music. He is the main trumpet player of the school orchestra. Unfortunately, since Song Ya crossed the road, his math scores have improved. Feeling and physical coordination are all gone.

   "I will..."

   was planning to fool the past first, "No next time!" was sternly stopped by the music teacher, "The public performance date is approaching, I can't take a risk, you don't play the trumpet next time in joint practice, and go!"

   "What?"

   "Triangle Iron!"

   "Okay..." Song Ya wiped his sweat, "You can get credits even if you hit the iron?"

   "You won't make any more mistakes!"

   "Good... good..."

As long as the credits are kept, this blow is nothing. Song Ya finished the afternoon class seriously, and met Tony who was waiting outside at three o’clock. The two were outside the school again, sitting on Tony’s best friend, nicknamed “Muffler”. Mutter’s Toyota 86... Eagle Retreat.

"what happened?"

   After waiting for the back seat, Song Ya realized that the two of them were not very emotional.

   ‘silencer’ started the car, turned his head from the driving position, pointed to the side of Song Ya, and made a gesture of cutting his throat.

   There are some dirty jerseys, protective gear, and two footballs on the back seat next to him.

   "What do you mean? You two were given by the team..." Song Ya understood what the sign of'silencer' meant. UU reading www.uukānshu.com

   "Muffler" nodded again, Song Ya noticed the faint tears in his eyes...

   Tony and "Muffler" are the main players of the school football team. Tony is in the defensive group, and "Muffler" is the running back of the offensive group. Last week Song Ya also watched them play a training game.

   In the U.S., regardless of high school or university, rugby team players can walk sideways on campus. Quarterbacks or star players are even more influential people, and the girls change casually. If they are retired by the team, it will be a very serious blow to the two of them, but then again, Tony and "Muffler" are already in the twelfth grade, and graduation is coming soon, considering the replacement of the new and the old...

   "Don't mention this, why does someone call you APLUS?"

   Song Ya hadn't considered the comforting words, Tony wiped his face severely with his hand, and took the initiative to change the subject.

"Uh……"

   The rugby team has Song Ya’s classmates, and Tony should have heard from there, "It’s nothing, I just got an A+ in the math exam, so..."

   Before finishing speaking, the faces of the two people in the front row who were still suffering from their faces suddenly twisted, and the ‘silencer’, named for their extremely silent and introverted, turned their heads and cried out: "A+?! You?!"

   "Why...what's wrong?" Song Yaluo was a little guilty.

   "Hahaha!" The two burst into laughter.

   "It's nothing funny, right?"

   "This is funny, APLUS, hahaha..." Tony smiled backwards, "It's very funny."

   Anyway, this episode can be regarded as a lightening of the melancholy and misty clouds just now. The three of them laughed and laughed. The'silencer' turned on the radio in the car, and Tony started to twist his body with the black rap music coming out of it.

   "Is there a chanting in this era..." Song Ya's mind floated with a spit.

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