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That afternoon, Teacher Luo brought a message during recess.

For students like Zhao Yang and Zou Ziyu, this news could almost be ignored.

"A classmate mentioned to me before that he felt that some subjects were not up to date, so he asked the teacher if there would be a cram school." Teacher Luo glanced at the whole class, her tone was always calm and powerful, "Then I and a few After discussing with a teacher in charge of the class, according to the learning situation of our class, the English teacher and I will set up a small cram school after the monthly exam. If there are students who want to participate, please report to the two class representatives first. What is the time? Yes, final adjustment."

There are cram schools everywhere in high school, but students who are interested are more inclined to tutor their own class teachers. One is because they know their own ability to master knowledge best, and the other is because of exam-oriented education, the focus of teachers' tutoring and the college entrance examination will not deviate too much.

Although the Education Bureau clearly stipulates that teachers are not allowed to attend extracurricular cram schools, for No. 1 Middle School of the city's key high schools, such regulations can be completely ignored to improve students' grades and ensure the rate of admission.

From the first year to the third year of high school, there are not many teachers who do not open cram schools outside the school. It can not only earn extra money, but also drive the overall learning of the class. Why not do it?

So Teacher Luo dared to announce this matter publicly.

Tang Xia had long intended to join the physics cram school, so she ran to the class representative to sign up after class.

Han Yu sat in the back seat and asked her, "Why waste your time?"

There was a strong disapproval between the young man's brows.

"How can this be called a waste of time?" Tang Xia retorted, her voice was small and crisp, "All those with better grades than me are making up lessons. If I relax, it's over!"

She is different from Han Yu. To tell the truth, going to school is like dawdling, but Tang Xia's goal has always been the university where her father taught.

The boy stopped talking, hummed lightly, and turned his head away.

The overall grades of Physics in Class Six are actually not bad, but there are a few who are lagging behind like Tang Xia, and Teacher Luo wants to focus on it.

Before the physical training class on Wednesday, the list of cram schools came out.

"Our class's English is relatively weak. I think there are quite a lot of students who have signed up for make-up classes." Teacher Luo spoke English first. "There are 18 students in total. They are divided into two groups. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday, I will give the specific list to the class representative, and the students who signed up will go to see it by themselves."

"Then, there are 8 students who signed up for physics, exactly one class, which will be unified at 9 a.m. on Saturday. If there are students who take part in both courses, please tell me in time and make adjustments." Teacher Luo turned around and followed the instructions in the notebook Write down the community and floor number of yourself and the English teacher on the blackboard.

Tutoring classes are generally opened directly at the teacher's home, which is more convenient.

Tang Xia quickly copied it down.

Han Yu in the back seat poked her on the back with a pen, "Did you remember?"

The girl turned her head slightly, and nodded when she heard the words, "I forgot, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Han Yu shrugged and leaned lazily on the back of the chair with folded arms, with a vague smile on his face, "Ask me anytime you want."

Tang Xia didn't take it to heart. After returning home from school that day, she called Tang Xuan. In addition to chatting and chatting about daily life, I also asked one more question - "Brother, are you back from the Ching Ming holiday?"

Tang Xuan seemed to be a little noisy, his voice came intermittently, and Tang Xia couldn't hear it clearly.

"Brother?" she called out again.

"Xiao Xia, wait a moment." Tang Xuan said, then put down the phone temporarily.

He got up, opened the door of the dormitory, and shouted at three roommates in shorts with their hairy legs exposed: "Hush down, I'm on the phone."

Hu Liang turned around and laughed loudly, "Come and see, there is a couple downstairs who are breaking up!"

Tang Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The young couple broke up, why do you think you are working so hard?"

"You can't say that," Yun Chen, the youngest in the dormitory, shook his head and interrupted, "Brother Xuan, if you have witnessed the whole incident, you will know why we watched it with great interest, it is very exciting!"

"How about I tell you something?" Chen Siping waved at Tang Xuan, his eyes were shining brightly, "That girl is so powerful, she slapped Brother Renda several times, she is so **** tough!"

Hu Liang and Yun Chen hugged their stomachs and laughed wildly, the latter mocked Chen Siping and said: "Hey, did you scare our sister Ping?"

Chen Siping was born in the south, with thin skin and tender flesh, his appearance is quite delicate, with a bit of femininity, especially a pair of peach blossom eyes, very beautiful. They joked in the dormitory, always calling him Pingmei, and never tired of it.

"Get lost!" Chen Siping spat.

"Calm down," Tang Xuan rubbed the center of her brows, there was nothing she could do about her roommates who looked like treasures, "That's someone else's girlfriend, she'll be happy to be slapped no matter how many times, you just worry about it."

"It's not called worrying," Chen Siping retorted, "It's called... um..." He thought for a while, and then said, "Learn experience! Yes, learn from the experience of your predecessors, and you will have to keep your eyes open when you find a girlfriend in the future. You can't stand with such a vicious girl."

In order to express his full approval, Hu Liang patted Chen Siping on the shoulder hard. The latter, with thin arms and legs, was patted by such a big northern man, and he shook back and forth.

"Big Hu! Take it easy!"

The three men in shorts mingled together on the balcony, Tang Xuan had no choice but to return to the dormitory.

"Xiao Xia?"

Tang Xia covered her mouth and smiled, "Brother, your room is very interesting." She could hear the voice clearly on the phone, but she was amused by Chen Siping and the others.

"It's like a monkey," Tang Xuan glanced at the French window, and laughed at the three people who were still joking and joking, "By the way, I will go back during the Qingming holiday. Tickets have been booked, and I will leave tomorrow night."

"You skipped class again?" Tang Xia frowned.

"Is this not normal?" Tang Xuan asked back.

"..."

Tang Xia felt that her brother's life in college was really very nourishing. Compared with himself, a hungry senior high school dog, it was like being in heaven!

The boy's deep voice came, "It's too late to leave after class, Qingming...I have to visit the grave early in the morning."

Tang Xia was silent, and only after a moment did she answer lightly: "Yes."

Every year during the Ching Ming Festival, no matter how busy they are or how far they travel, the Tang family will go back to the city cemetery to sweep Wang Yan's grave.

Wang Yan is the biological mother of Tang Xuan and Tang Xia.

She passed away when Tang Xia was very young, because Tang Xia hadn't started to remember things at that time, so she didn't know the truth about why her mother passed away. Her father and elder brother never talked about it, so she didn't know how to ask, as if her mother's death had become a taboo topic in the family, and no one seemed to talk about it.

And grave sweeping has become one of the things they are most familiar with in the past ten years.