After a crazy gym class ended, Natasha naturally attracted much attention.
Those boys of the same age remembered this wind-like girl, and they all felt ashamed and fell into deep astonishment.
It was another peaceful evening. The girls in dormitory 203 washed away the sweat stains from running all afternoon in the school's public bathhouse and put on their sportswear.
As usual, Natasha continued to change into her school uniform and received tutoring from teacher Brodsky in the classroom.
There were no surprises today. Brovsky came back with some old exercise books from the ninth grade and handed them to Natasha's desk.
"My dear, today you will continue to review basic knowledge. You don't have to worry about not being able to keep up with my teaching progress. I can see that you are a child who is willing to work hard, and I will personally coach you to reach an excellent level."
"thank you."
What else could Natasha have to say about this.
In fact, in terms of teaching quality, it is still the highest among several key middle schools in Perm. In short, it is much better than Mozyr Middle School. Before the outbreak of the war, Natasha’s grades at Mozyri Middle School were pretty good. Compared with Perm, her grades were
Seems average.
In addition, my studies have been basically wasted for a year, so I really need to put in more effort to catch up with the class average when I pick up textbooks again.
In fact, the teacher Brovsky does not have any unique teaching methods. He is an old academic guy. In his class, you must listen carefully and take notes. He teaches mathematics, so it is impossible to expect the teaching to be humorous.
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He believes that only children who are willing to work hard can achieve excellent results. Natasha's situation is quite special, so she can be saved quickly.
With the trick of "question sea tactics", as long as she is willing to work hard to solve the questions, the forgotten knowledge points will soon come back.
Therefore, Natasha completed today's homework in the classroom, and then completed the additional exercises assigned by the teacher. Compared with running five kilometers in the afternoon, doing the exercises was more stressful.
Her pen was rustling and she was concentrating on her work, which made Brofsky feel happy.
Brodsky also noticed that the girl’s pen was a Parker pen, so the girl actually had a Parker pen!
Brodsky puffed on a few cigarettes outside the door, then walked into the classroom relaxedly, looking at the girl's writing and picking out the mistakes in her answers.
Natasha naturally noticed the teacher's actions, and a sense of discomfort arose spontaneously.
"Teacher, is there something wrong with my answer?"
"It's nothing. You answer well and I will make corrections in the end. Listen, this is the final exam question for grade nine in the No. 3 Middle School next door. You should try your best to write it. I will give you a grade in the end."
"okay."
Of course, Brodsky saw some mistakes in her answer, so he didn't say anything for the time being.
Natasha finally finished answering the questions, and it was very late. She boldly handed in the exercises, and stood aside nervously and obediently, naturally standing like a pine tree.
"Ahem, you don't have to be so nervous. It's not military training."
"I...I'm used to it. Teacher, please...please give me grades."
"good."
Brovsky is a rigorous person and teaches mathematics that is known for its rigor. In the end, he gave Natasha a score of 66.
Yes, 66 points, a bad score with huge room for improvement.
"Oh, Natasha, you have to accept this situation, and you have to work harder to catch up."
"I...I'll try my best."
Now, only her academic performance worried Natasha. She once again took the test questions from other schools, but the results were still not satisfactory. She lowered her head silently, less serious than before, and more guilty.
"Don't worry, at least it's better than last time. That's right."
"Huh?" Natasha raised her head.
"Your performance in the afternoon was really eye-catching. You actually surpassed all the boys and was the first to finish the five-kilometer run."
"Yes, there is such a thing."
"It seems that it is difficult for a hero to hide." Brovsky shrugged, then looked into Natasha's eyes: "Can you really tell me, you learned this in the army?
?”
"Yes."
"Well, tell me, now that you are a soldier, how many kilometers can you walk in a day?"
"This...it's possible to bring all the equipment and march forty kilometers a day. There have been several raids..."
"Okay! Stop talking." Hearing this, Brovsky took a breath, then giggled and said to himself: "That Semyonov was so stupid that he ran in front of the principal.
It's so funny that he discovered a long-distance running genius. Natasha."
"arrive."
"Oh, I should call you Comrade Speroskina. I think you should know that this Sunday it is our class's turn to go to the shooting range in the suburbs to participate in the students' target training."
"Yes, I know about this."
"So, have you thought about it? My best sniper? Is it to achieve excellence, or is it to pretend not to know anything and deliberately miss the target?"
"Of course I got excellent results." Natasha's answer was decisive.
"Very good, I think you will never be that kind of hermit. Just go ahead and show those pretentious brats in the class what it means to hit the bull's eye every time."
When the teacher said this, a smile appeared on Natasha's lips.
She is a beautiful person, and her smile makes her even more beautiful.
Brovsky was even more cheerful and continued to explain the details of the target training: "The oldest among the tenth grade students is only nineteen years old, and the youngest is seventeen. For the military training of school students, the training level is
Relatively weak ones. They only ask students to shoot at a 100-meter target, and only twenty rounds of bullets are used for each target. For girls, they are only required to shoot ten rounds. It is not so much target shooting, but letting students know how to shoot.
When operating a firearm, the hit rate is not too important."
"Ah? Teacher, is this really the case?" Natasha frowned slightly.
Dombrowski was also tapping his legs. He had just taken out a cigarette from his pocket, and when he thought about the ban on smoking indoors, he stuffed it back.
He wanted to smoke, but he was a little irritable inside.
"After all, you are all students. Unless you join the army after graduation, they will really take you seriously. It doesn't matter. If you hit the target, the instructors will look at you differently."
"Yes, I will."
"There are some students who have joined the shooting club, but their shooting skills are still not as good as yours. I look forward to your performance. You can go back now. Remember, you don't have to study anymore tonight. Have a good sleep."
In Perm No. 1 Middle School, many students are willing to study in the classroom until nine o'clock in the evening, even in the coldest month of January, they do so.
Therefore, walking on the boulevard illuminated by street lights, Natasha found many classmates of the same grade.
An interesting incident happened in the afternoon. The transfer student from the sixth class outran all the boys. This incident quickly became an interesting topic of conversation among the tenth graders.
The news was so vivid that it naturally spread to the organization department of the school’s Lenin Communist Youth League and also to the school’s track and field club.
Physical education teacher Semyonov explained the afternoon classes, first visited the principal, and then went to the track and field club to report the good news. As the news spread, the track and field club recognized the reliability of the news.
Natasha never paid attention to this, but she did not know that she had been targeted by the track and field club. Of course, the president of the club did not know the true identity of the girl. He only knew that she was the seventeen-year-old Kharkova who had transferred from Moscow.
That's all.
President Chekovlev personally went to the principal and even asked the colleagues in charge of admissions, but did not get more detailed information.
"It seems that we can only find her in person next Monday. We must find a way to get her into the track and field team. We cannot miss this good talent."
Perhaps, Natasha is really a budding long-distance runner. With her thin shoulders, she carries 20 kilograms of various equipment and runs 40 kilometers a day, and she can still fight normally after taking a night's rest. A normal man has gone through rigorous military training
She can do it, but she is an underage girl. Isn't it a talent to be able to do this?
So in dormitory 203, the returning Natasha was immediately greeted by Lyudmila and Anna. Even Lilia, who was not easy to talk to, came over and asked seriously: "You must be very tired by now."
Borrowing the donkey from the slope, Natasha naturally insisted: "I am indeed very tired and a little tired. How about this, the four of us share a can of canned food and then go to bed."
"It's really the right decision." Anna smiled instantly.
"Hey! Anna, do you just want to eat?" Ludmila shook her head, "Natasha, it seems that you are very happy today. You really impressed those boys. Well, with your permission, we will
Eat canned food.”
Natasha is really happy today. She has been in school for more than a week and she has quickly adapted to school life. Of course, the habits she developed during her military career are difficult to change. Whenever she encounters military-related things in school, she can cheer up.
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Maybe I wouldn't have to use a pseudonym from the beginning.
Maybe after completing target practice, I won't have to use a pseudonym.
I have to hit those targets. If it is 100 meters, is it possible to miss the target? If I miss the target, it will be a shame for my skills!
A calm Saturday has arrived, and it is another normal study day.
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Before the war, the Soviet Union had always implemented a six-day work week. Under today's wartime system, most enterprises and units have switched to a two- or three-shift system around the clock.
In comparison, only students can be relatively relaxed.
It was a quiet study day, but Class 6 was not peaceful.
Natasha received praise from her classmates and even admiration from class monitor Jill. Everyone began to focus on tomorrow's target practice.
Maybe beautiful girls are born with magnetism and can always attract some energetic teenagers.
No, class monitor Jill boldly walked to the dining table of the girls in dormitory 203 during lunch time, carrying a dinner plate.
"Hey! Jill, what are you doing here? Go away." Anna looked disgusted. She didn't want Jill to come and pay attention to Natasha at this time.
"Don't be nervous, I just want to tell you something." Jill said.
"You can organize a class and tell all the girls in the class."
"Let's do it now, it's about target shooting tomorrow."
Since the cafeteria is full of portable wooden benches, Jill boldly approached Natasha and said with a natural look: "Kharkova, you are a very good athlete, but I don't know if you accepted it when you were in school in Moscow.
I have gone through target practice. I guess, even if there are, there are not many."
Why did Gill say this?
It turned out that Gil thought that since Natasha took a year off from school due to the war, he guessed that she had not been exposed to guns in the past year. In middle schools before the war, only students who signed up for the shooting club had the opportunity to come into contact with guns.
Gil seemed very excited. He didn't care whether the girl spoke or not, and said arbitrarily: "You must have almost no target practice, and even if you have, it is just superficial. After all, things are different now. The war broke out, and all students must know how to use firearms. You transferred here."
If you missed your last shooting day, don’t worry, even if you are a beginner, I will help you learn quickly.”
"Huh? I'm a beginner?!"
Natasha was laughing inside, but on the outside she just smiled bitterly.
When Jill said this, Anna couldn't sit still again, as if she was being provoked by the monitor. "What's going on? She just doesn't know how. It's us who teach her. Besides, there are instructors! Jill, don't think she's beautiful.
Just run over here happily, you are so annoying."
"You! Anna Andeevna, please figure yourself out before you speak. I hope you won't make a stupid mistake during this training!"
Jill's words were meant to reveal her shortcomings. Anna did pull the trigger at the wrong time during the last training. Unprepared, she simply threw the gun away like a conditioned reflex, which made the situation very embarrassing and left a bad impression on the instructor.
image of.
Anna opened her mouth and had nothing to say for a moment.
Jill shrugged: "I would like to hold a meeting for all the girls. Now that the four of you are here, I can also talk extra. Anna, you must be careful tomorrow. Lilia, I hope you won't be cowardly anymore. No matter what, you will
You have to be brave and shoot. Liu De, forget it."
"Ah? I'll forget it?"
"You are an excellent person, just train the weak ones among the girls to be brave."
"Huh? Why aren't we brave anymore?" Anna looked displeased and retorted sharply.
"You can do it yourself. Anna Andeevna, as long as you don't get nervous and get carried away, I will admit that you are brave. Alas, the only thing I am worried about now is Lilia." After that, Gil stood up and left, including his meal.
plate.
"Hey! Your potato." Natasha looked at his back and said casually.
"No, I'll give it to you." Gil stretched out his right arm and waved it gently, without any intention of looking back.
He feels that he is very handsome now, and he showed off very boldly in front of the most beautiful girl in the class. So what does it mean to give a few potatoes as a gift? What does it mean to be hungry all afternoon? Anyway, his style is nothing.
It will definitely be performed vividly.
"Is he a little weird today?" Natasha turned around and asked in confusion.
"It's not surprising." Anna smiled and spoke in a pinched voice, "Young girl, he has fallen in love with you."
"Ah? You like me?" Natasha lightly covered her mouth, "Really? I can't tell."
Lyudmila shook her head: "My dear, don't listen to Anna's nonsense. But what Gil said makes sense. You must take tomorrow's matter seriously. Don't worry, target shooting is not difficult. The only thing you have to worry about is your own
ear."
"Yes!" the lively Anna said again, "Natasha, my sister. Don't worry, I have a very useful cotton ball here. Dip it in water and stuff it into your ears, and you won't be able to hear the terrible gunshots.
.I will give you two, really don’t worry.”
"Oh, really? Thank you so much."
Anna smiled back, then pulled over the dinner plate left by the monitor, Jill, and muttered: "He is actually a good man. You see, four boiled potatoes, he just wants to give one to each of us. The gift is here, we
Eat it up."
"Okay! You have to accept the monitor's kindness." Lyudmila shrugged, took a potato on the plate, and stuffed it in front of Natasha, "Eat, eat well today, and behave well tomorrow. But
I hope you can surprise those boys again like you did yesterday."