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The next day, the third grade mobilization meeting was held as scheduled.

After two classes in the afternoon, Teacher Luo asked Zhao Yang to organize the students of class six to gather in the corridor and line up to go to the lecture theater.

On the way, Tang Xia walked beside Han Yu, lowered her voice and asked cautiously, "You said, what happened to us yesterday should not be discovered?"

"There are so many cards on the foam board, and one is missing, how could we find it?" The boy asked back, confused by the girl's terrified expression, "Don't think about it, it's fine."

Tang Xia nodded and relaxed slightly.

When they arrived at the lecture theater, two-thirds of the people were already seated inside. Because of the large space and the large number of students, the whole classroom seemed very noisy.

After all, to accommodate all the teachers and students in the school, the noise almost brought an echo, buzzing into Tang Xia's ears.

The seats of Class 6 are arranged in the middle rows in the center of the auditorium, with the best view.

"Damn!" Qi Hui, who had been following Han Yu and Tang Xia, cursed dissatisfiedly, "Why are you sitting here and dozing off..."

Tang Xia's eyes widened, "Do you still want to sleep?"

On such a solemn occasion, Qi Hui still wants to sleep?

"Then what else?" The boy looked at Tang Xia as if he had seen a ghost, "Could it be that you have to listen carefully to what the principal has to say?"

God knows how much time it takes for those guys in the school office to give speeches in turn, and how boring it is.

Qi Hui didn't want to torment himself, he was going to plug in his earphones and doze off, but who would have expected him to be assigned such a position.

Tang Xia didn't quite agree with Qi Hui's words.

She believes that today is a very important day.

It is an important day for high school seniors, and for them.

After waiting for about ten minutes after being seated, the entire lecture theater became bustling. Tang Xia turned her eyes and saw that there was a crowd of people, all of whom were students from No. 1 Middle School in school uniforms.

The third graders were sitting at the front of the auditorium, and Tang Xia and Han Yu were right behind them.

It may be because of a few days of rest, the seniors and sisters look very good, and they are all full of energy, ready to face the college entrance examination.

Tang Xia whispered into Han Yu's ear: "At this time next year, we will be sitting in front."

"Are you looking forward to it?"

The boy didn't respond, he just asked this question.

The girl was taken aback, and frowned slightly, "No, I don't expect it," she replied, and after a pause, she continued, "On the contrary...I'm a little scared."

Han Yu habitually reached out and patted her arm resting on the armrest between the two seats, "What are you afraid of? It's not what you said. The college entrance examination is just a relatively big exam, and life is more than that. pedal."

Tang Xia narrowed her eyes for a moment, "You talk like me!" She laughed, and the haze faded away.

"Ahem! Teachers, students, please be quiet—"

While talking and laughing, the headmaster's calm and powerful voice sounded on the stage.

Tang Xia followed the sound and saw the principal, the dean, and several teachers from the third grade sitting upright behind a long table temporarily built on the stage. The former was holding a microphone with a serious expression on his face.

The mobilization meeting officially kicked off.

The host was the group leader of the third year of senior high school. When Tang Xia was dragged by Pei Xiao to see Tan Xiao that day, he happened to meet him.

She first invited the principal to give a speech, and then invited the dean to give a speech. The two of them spoke impassionedly for almost an hour.

Now Tang Xia understood why Qi Hui wanted to sleep.

Then the girl straightened her back, avoided Han Yu, and looked at Qi Hui who was sitting on the other side of the boy.

"He has been asleep for more than half an hour."

Seeing Tang Xia's posture, Han Yu instantly understood and said something leisurely.

She is happy.

Because I personally witnessed Qi Hui slumped on the seat, his two long legs huddled together, and his waist was almost twisted. But his expression was enjoying, with his eyes closed, his expression relaxed and at ease, and he occasionally smacked his mouth.

"It's so heartless, I can still sleep at this time."

Tang Xia muttered silently.

As soon as she thought that in more than 300 days, she would also go to the battlefield of the college entrance examination, Tang Xia became inexplicably nervous now.

As a result, Han Yu suddenly said—

"Well, you're quite heartless, too."

"what?"

Tang Xia was puzzled and looked at the boy in surprise.

His eyebrows curved into a narrow arc, and he didn't smile, but there was a smile clearly hidden in his eyes.

"That night at the base, you fell asleep in that situation."

"..."

Tang Xia turned her head angrily!

At this moment, a picture suddenly appeared on the large electronic screen on the stage.

The students who already felt a little bored finally concentrated their attention again.

Tang Xia covered her mouth in surprise.

Those are all the photos of the seniors and sisters in the third year of high school, from the time they first entered No. 1 Middle School to the present.

Everyone who didn't know each other gathered from every corner of this city or that city to experience military training in the sultry summer wind in August. The dark faces laughed at the camera, without any pretentiousness, it was so real that it was touching.

Later, they officially became a member of No. 1 Middle School.

There are their dedicated figures in the classroom, and their sweaty figures on the playground. Art festivals, sports games, and science and technology competitions, every important moment that belongs to them and No. 1 Middle School has never been absent.

The photos are like snowflakes, passing by one by one, funny, warm, cute, funny, like the epitome of youth, each stroke is rich and gorgeous.

It's just that later on, their free and easy smiles became less and less.

The third year of high school is like a big mountain, weighing heavily on the shoulders.

It is rare to see their tall and straight sitting postures in the classroom. More often, they lie on their stomachs, fall asleep, half-closed their eyes, but still stubbornly doing exercises.

The teacher seized all the time more than they did, "occupied" the physical education class, "occupied" the music class, and they no longer had the opportunity to participate in the campus activity festival.

Some boys even quit the school team.

A photo of Song Weitan appeared on the screen.

He held the school team jersey in both hands, and there was an unconcealable reluctance in his eyes.

The background music coincides with the chorus part. It was a very popular song "Days on East Beijing Road" during the graduation season at that time. The lyrics are sentimental and tear-jerking for no reason.

There was a soft sob in the auditorium.

Tang Xia suddenly felt her heart was touched.

The photos were still showing in rotation, but she was in a trance.

Farewell is always talked about, joking and joking, it's getting closer.

When people are parting, they can't bear it all the time, but they still want to part when they can't bear it.

She didn't know how she would feel when it was her turn to say "goodbye" one day.

We have been together day and night for three years, and we have not been absent for every moment. After that, will we be absent every day?

Tang Xia slowly turned her head and looked at Han Yu with a complicated expression.