This day happened to be the summer solstice, and the last period in the morning was physical education. However, it was raining lightly outside.
The freshman year of high school is almost over, and the students are all very experienced. And it’s almost the end of the semester, so I know that most of this class will be ruined.
Sure enough, after the class bell rang, the head teacher Zhao Mingcheng walked in and slapped the book on the podium:
"Physical education classes are changed to self-study."
Fortunately, instead of changing the physics class, Zhao Mingcheng teaches physics. Originally, his class had more physics homework than other classes, and he would vomit if he took it again.
Zhao Mingcheng had other things to do in this class, so he just showed up and said, "I'm watching you, be honest." He walked around twice and went out again.
Lin Yi flipped through a few pages of the textbook and felt a little bored.
He looked out the window and saw that the wet basketball court was empty. It was not like the usual competition for space in physical education classes.
Somehow, he remembered last Friday's "Kobe is awesome" and the little boy, and suddenly a certain emotion aroused.
He pushed the old bear next to him: "Hey, stop looking at it, let's go play ball?"
Old Xiong was a little moved, but he was worried about Zhao Mingcheng's counterattack: "Old Zhao won't come back later, right?"
Lin Yi didn't panic at all and calmly analyzed: "If he has time, can he change to self-study? There is physics class in the morning."
Lao Xiong thought it was reasonable and had been convinced.
High school students are particularly easy to incite. As long as two people take the lead, they will dare to go to heaven.
So a dozen boys came out with a loud cheer, holding basketballs and running outside.
Of course, there are still many boys left in the classroom.
In Linzhong, there are always people who will study when you eat, study when you sleep, and still study when you study, and it is no exception when you play ball.
Not to mention, it’s really quite special when it rains a little, especially when all the students from other classes are studying in the classroom.
This unique feeling makes them feel excited.
I originally wanted to keep it secretly, but after I ran away, I started to lose control of my little universe. In the end, it was time to roar and scream, and the more I hit, the more excited I became.
There is a saying that great joy brings sorrow, especially since they played in such a high-profile manner and finally recruited Zhao Mingcheng.
He didn't even hold an umbrella, he ran to the sidelines angrily and shouted:
"Come here, everyone!"
A group of people saw how popular he was and didn't dare to show off any more, so they just walked over and lined up with the basketball in their arms, ready to be punished.
"Are you all more capable now?"
"On a rainy day, the whole school is studying for self-study, and you are the only ones here playing basketball. What are you doing to show that you are good at basketball? Isn't it embarrassing enough to play basketball?"
In the basketball game of the first grade of high school, Class 14 was eliminated in the first round. At that time, he comforted her and just tried her best.
"What's the date today? June 21st!"
"The final exam is coming soon. I asked you to study by yourself but you still don't want to. You are all very well prepared. You don't need to review, right?"
The more he talked, the angrier he became. Feeling that he could not just let it go, he asked sharply: "Who can take the lead?"
Of course, no one would say anything in this situation. This was not Zhao Mingcheng’s first time leading a class. He knew the moral character of the little boy very well.
"Okay! Let's punish them together!"
"Everyone, let's go to the playground and run ten laps each! Go now!"
A dozen people obediently ran towards the playground, avoiding small puddles on the ground from time to time, running in twos and threes.
Zhao Mingcheng's angry voice came chasing him from behind:
"Get in line! Get in line!"
Everyone reluctantly gathered together and formed a crooked line.
The standard length of ten laps on the playground is four thousand meters, which is one-third longer than the longest event in the school sports meeting, which is three thousand meters.
Although there is no need to measure the speed, the physical strength of this group of people is uneven. After a few laps, not only the team became longer, but also some people almost fell behind.
Everyone knows that if you can't finish the race, you will give in to Lao Zhao, and don't even think about raising your head in front of Lao Zhao in the future.
So a few who were strong began to take the initiative to help those who were weak.
Running at the front was Lin Yi's dormitory manager Lu Bowen. He was a former football player, and four thousand meters was no problem.
He looked back, retreated to the last person in the queue, picked up his arm and ran with him.
In fact, this position is very awkward, but if you don't support the other person, you may fall down.
Lin Yi felt that he could still hold on, looked back and forth, ran to Lao Xiong, and asked while panting: "Is it okay?"
Old Bear gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay."
I didn't dare to talk too much for fear of relaxing my nerves.
Although they ran loosely and the last few laps were no faster than walking, a dozen or so people supported each other and finished the race.
I stood there so weak that I almost vomited with my hands on my hips.
While they were running, Zhao Mingcheng stood on the podium on the west side of the playground, watching with his hands behind his back.
In fact, the rostrum has a roof to protect it from the rain, but he did not stand under the roof and get soaked in the rain with his students.
So now he is also soaked all over.
Because Lin Yi and others did not have the strength to go up the steps, he stood on top and looked down.
Lao Zhao has calmed down, and his voice does not sound as angry as before:
"It's okay. It's a little tougher than I thought. It didn't break down."
He first made a comment, and then the conversation turned into a familiar track:
"The final exam is just a few days away, so I can use this energy to study!"
"How many students are you going to take the exam this time? Please give me your number."
"Lu Bowen, if you finish running first, you speak first."
Lao Lu didn't expect this to happen, so he hesitated: "The first three hundred..."
"I can't hear you!" Zhao Mingcheng suddenly increased his volume.
Lao Lu had no choice but to shout: "Top 300 in grade!"
He called the names one by one, and the roars of "the first three hundred" and "the first two hundred" came one after another, and soon he called:
"Lin Yi!"
"The first hundred!" Lin Yi responded loudly.
There are a total of fourteen classes in the grade, including two key classes. The top 100 students are the top few in the ordinary class.
If you compare it with the college entrance examination, you can probably get into Zhijiang University with this ranking.
Zhao Mingcheng actually got stuck. Lin Yi's performance was not very good here, but he didn't pay attention and continued to click on the next person.
After finishing the lap, Lao Zhao finally nodded with satisfaction: "I will see your performance at the end of the semester."
"Go back to the dormitory first, take a hot shower and change clothes."
When walking back, Lao Xiong asked weakly: "You set your goal very high just now. Aren't you afraid that Lao Zhao will settle the score then?"
Lin Yi smiled and said: "Can those guys you brag about pass the exam? You brag and don't pay taxes."
He knew that most of the "military orders" issued by this group of people just now would not be completed.
I simply blew a big one.
Although he was physically exhausted, Lin Yi was mentally very excited. Others seemed to have this symptom as well.
In the past two weeks, he had always looked at the campus life in front of him with a sense of detachment from a 28-year-old looking at a 16-year-old. Everything he looked at felt childish and unreal.
The rain today stirred up a long-lost wave in his heart, as if an invisible string had been loosened in his mind, finally allowing him to grasp the pulse of a real high school student.
"Welcome to the Voice of Linzhong..."
Sounds came from the speakers on the roadside, and the school radio station would play some music every noon. Sometimes they would read the news, recite chicken soup, and the like.
"Today, a senior classmate requested the song "June Rain". It was an episode of the hit TV series "Legend of Sword and Fairy" a few years ago. Let's listen to it quietly together.
A rain trapped me here
Your cold expression makes me sad
The rain in June is you who are ruthless
Along with every bit of it, it hurts my heart..."
The classmates who were racing from the classroom to the cafeteria didn't pay attention at all, but Lin Yi started to hum along softly.