from seventeen

It was the first time for a class meeting to be held at night. Xie Jun was not sure until the head teacher walked into the classroom. He definitely had never held such a class meeting at this time in his previous life.

The sky outside the classroom will be dark, and the sky can still be seen to be azure, which is almost always the case in summer, as anyone who has studied geography knows.

The class leader wrote "My High School" in big letters on the blackboard, and wrote "The last class meeting of this semester" in a smaller font on the lower right foot

The old class walked into the classroom with two bags, looked at the words on the blackboard, smiled, praised the writing was good, put the computer on the table, and asked the class leader to operate and connect the computer projector.

The snacks bought earlier were distributed to each student's desktop at this time. Everyone looked at the podium with great interest and looked forward to what the head teacher would say later.

After the computer equipment was debugged, half of the curtain of the projector covered the word high school, and the old class walked onto the podium.

She said: "There is still a little time before the college entrance examination, whether it is long or short, it will pass in a short time. I feel that many students may be a little impatient at this time, and they are a little bit unable to learn. I don't know where to start. .

I just want to use the time tonight to hold a class meeting for everyone to enliven the atmosphere, otherwise I think you are too dull and it is not a good thing, maybe after tonight I will know where to start learning, and I also want you to be ideologically A little more depth. "

"The theme of today's class meeting is my high school, no, it's your high school," the old class said with a smile, "I lead a class of students every three years, and every time it comes to this time, I feel a little bit reluctant. Of course, it's not that I miss you, you guys Let me worry about it all day, and when you graduate, I can sleep well."

There was a burst of laughter under the podium, and I felt that the head teacher was joking, and the sense of atmosphere also rose at this time.

It was still the head teacher who continued to say on it, "With you in this class, I really want to apply to the principal for not being a head teacher in the next class, so as to give young teachers more opportunities."

The students who have good things said: "It's impossible for the teacher, you give up!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Let me tell you, it's hard to find a girlfriend when you go to college like this." The old class joked, and the classmates also booed.

"Okay, let's get to the point. The students in our class, some of whom I have brought since the first year of high school, and some of them came to my class after the second year of high school. On the road of life, three years of high school, I hope you will There are unforgettable memories for you."

"When you were studying, I took the time to make a short photo album, and I also borrowed some photos from other teachers. Some of you may not know each other, but you should be familiar. Most of these photos were taken in the first year of high school.

Some of them may not be available to you. If you want to ask me after reading it, just tell me your email address, and I will pack it and send it to you sometime. "

Some classmates laughed and said, "Teacher, you secretly took pictures of us."

"That can't be considered a sneak shot, it's a record of life, but I didn't share the photos with you."

"Hey... ghost letter!"

At this time, the teacher was already fiddling with her mouse, and then looked back at the screen, feeling that the light was too bright, and asked the students in the front row to turn off the lights in front.

From time to time in the classroom, the sound of students tearing open the snack packaging bags was heard, and the teacher also started to play the album she had prepared. With the sound of background music, everyone looked up at the projection.

Lin Fei listened to the background music, she only felt familiar, "Brother Jun, what's the name of this song? So familiar?"

"You at the same table," Xie Jun looked at the blackboard. Scenes of everyone who was immature in the first year of high school came to mind. For him, it was a memory of more than ten years ago, and I really don't remember it clearly.

He answered Lin Fei's words and glanced at her, only to see that the little girl, like a frightened bird, quickly avoided his gaze and looked towards the podium.

Xie Jun smiled and said, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing."

With a playful look on his face, Xie Jun opened a lollipop and handed it to her, "I was thinking of your song at the same table, and then I thought of you. The teacher's choice of background music is really good, just right."

Lin Fei hummed lightly, thinking why did she think of me?

She took the lollipop from Xie Jun and held it in her mouth. Suddenly, she saw the photos of Xie Jun's military training in the first year of high school in the album played by the teacher. She pulled the clothes around his waist with her small hands, and said softly with excitement: " Brother Jun, you were so skinny when you were a freshman! You look good in a military posture."

The head teacher is really a person, why do you want to give yourself a close-up?

Fortunately, his photos passed away in just one click, and then he started to put other people's photos, as long as the head teacher thought it was interesting, he would put them in there. There were also many funny photos, and everyone laughed from ear to ear.

Lin Fei stared at the photos of Xie Jun. Many of the photos belonged to the homeroom teacher. When Lin Fei saw something funny, she tore off his clothes and said something.

She had never been there in his freshman year of high school. Looking at his immature face, she felt that he was much more handsome than before.

Of course, he is handsome now, but he is more mature, such as a little beard, which is an unavoidable change brought about by age.

In the second and third years of high school, there were also many photos of everyone engaging in group activities, and many people watched the scenes in their minds.

Lin Fei beside her was also a little bit reluctant, "We used to laugh so happily, but we didn't feel so happy back then. Looking at it now, it's different."

"It's a little bit, but I think you are also very happy now."

Lin Fei nodded, "Yeah ~ Brother Jun, are you in the third year of high school now? There are still photos of running exercises in the morning."

The students were also discussing, "Look, is the last one..."

"Why do you feel a little sloppy? Thinking of military training, the instructors at that time couldn't teach them no matter what, and almost turned the instructors into sloppy. I don't know if the instructors are retired now?"

"I remember that the instructor seems to be from western Sichuan, and he should go back there after retiring."

Xie Jun's memory of the third year of high school is relatively clear, and he can tell it at a glance. He replied to Lin Fei, "It's the third year of high school. You see, she even took pictures when we came to the classroom to read in the morning. I only know now.

When did she come?Not impressed at all. "

"I don't know, it's haunted."

The album lasted for four to five minutes, and the students were very happy watching it. There was not much sadness of parting, just the memories of the past, and they watched it with gusto.

When the play is over, there is still a little more to say.

At this time, the head teacher stepped onto the podium, "Okay, I've finished reading it, this is just a short section of your high school, and then I will talk about another topic."

She opened a ppt, "The first item of the class meeting process is over, and the second item is to help you analyze the existing confusion, talk about how your former seniors and sisters spent the last time, and some things to you after graduation. I didn't write down the words, I just said whatever came to mind.

But for the third and fourth items of the class meeting, I can tell you in advance.You can also take time to think about it. "

"The third and fourth items," the class teacher took out a bottle from the bag she brought earlier, "The third item is to ask everyone to write a sentence and give it to themselves ten years later. It will be sealed in a bottle, and I would also like to take this opportunity to make a promise with everyone, after ten years, I hope everyone can reunite."

There was a commotion in the classroom, "Teacher, can you write anything?"

"Write whatever you want, for example, what kind of person do you think you want to be in ten years?"

"This is fun!"

"Why does it feel a bit hypocritical, I don't want to write."

"Write it casually. Anyway, I will read it ten years later. Maybe I forgot what I wrote at that time. It feels very interesting."

"Mainly because I don't know what to write."

"Then write about love. Don't you like that so-and-so and marry her and have children ten years later?"

"roll!"