Chapter 3

Classroom discipline is bad, teaching methods are perfunctory, song Ya behind the couple have been on their arms, the white male teacher is still familiar with reading Dickinson's poetry, the bell rings immediately after class, never miss.

"Hoo..."

Song Ya sighed helplessly that the body's English performance was poor. His Chinese soul had no problem with reading. His writing and speaking were short boards. Unfortunately, the teacher was not reliable. Of course, he could not blame him. It was not that he didn't want to, but he didn't dare to.

If the teacher doesn't teach well, song Ya can't help learning. He has studied it carefully. In any case, he can't get rid of high-weight English. If there's no condition, we should create conditions. After lunch, we should borrow some books from the library and go home for self-study. It's boring. We have to play basketball after school. What's the most important thing to be a Xueba? Time

After inking on his seat for a while, song ya got up and left for the canteen when the people in the classroom were almost gone. He made a tentative plan to deal with bullying. He became "little transparent." Go back to say hello to the over enthusiastic math teacher. Don't attract hatred to Laozi any more!

Try to reduce the sense of existence, not slow to rush into the school cafeteria, this is the best place of discipline in the school, vice principal guard at the door to supervise the queue, physical education teachers patrol the field in shifts, security guards guard the exits, rice aunts stand in line, and a black old man's poster is posted on the four walls, with a line of big words: 27 years! Late victory!

Under the old man's "smiling gaze", song Ya solves a hamburger with meat, a lump of mashed potatoes, a boiled broccoli with white sauce, carrots and a large cup of carbonated drink. Then he avoids the teacher's eyes and "flies" the plate into the recycling bucket. American high school left school early, so his lunch break was not enough. He ran to the library, borrowed a Franklin Roosevelt speech collection, and rushed to the teacher's office, politely expressing his desire to "keep a low profile" to the math teacher.

The math teacher is an elegant old black woman. After Song Ya's math achievement leaps, how does she feel about song ya? She says with a smile: "give me a suggestion. If you can pass my ninth grade basic course examination, I will transfer you to the advanced mathematics class, OK?"

"Advanced class?" Song Ya was stunned.

"Advanced class!"

Under the old lady's patient explanation, the original American high school in addition to the annual basic courses, but also for the elite students who have spare power to offer advanced courses, or honor courses, greatly increased the difficulty, but also with more credits.

"OK, I'll try my best!" Hearing that there are credits, song Ya came to the spirit, just exam, we are good at it!

Excitedly say goodbye to the math teacher, but bump into the music teacher at the door.

This middle-aged white woman with short hair is not very good at speaking, and her cultural class is not good. However, the school is very strong in Arts and sports. The orchestras and choirs under the music teacher are able to do it from far and near. Naturally, she is very demanding, "Alexandra, right? Last week, your trumpet made several obvious mistakes in rehearsal

Song Ya suddenly withered. If you have something, you must give up. Originally, this physical talent in music and sports is very good, especially music, which is the main trumpeter in the school orchestra. Unfortunately, since Song Ya passed through, his math scores have improved, and his sense of music and physical coordination have all failed.

"Next time..."

I'm going to make a fool of it first, "there's no next time!" "The public performance date is near, I can't take a risk. Next time you practice together, don't play the trumpet, roll the iron!"

"Why?"

"Triangle iron!"

"OK..." Song Ya wiped his sweat and said, "roll Can I get credit for it? "

"If you make another mistake, you won't!"

"Good Ok... "

As long as they keep their credits, this is not a big blow. Song Ya conscientiously finished the afternoon class and met Tony who was waiting outside at 3:00. They were outside school again, sitting in the Mott Toyota 86, which is Tony's diehard party, nicknamed "muffler." This is an eagle retreat.

"What's the matter?"

After waiting for the back seat, song Ya found that the two were not in a good mood.

The muffler started the car, turned around from the driver's seat, pointed to song ya, and then made a gesture of cutting his throat.

The back seat next to it was cluttered with dirty jerseys, protective gear, and two rugby balls.

"What do you mean? You two were given by the team... " Song Ya understood the meaning of the gesture "muffler".

"Muffler" nodded again. Song Ya noticed the faint tears in his eyes

Tony and muffler are the main players of the school football team. Tony is in the defensive group, while muffler is the running forward in the attack group. Song Ya watched them play a training match last week.

No matter high school or university in the United States, football team members can walk across the campus. Quarterbacks or star players are even more influential people. Girls can change at will. It would be a great blow to them if they were dismissed from the team. But then again, Tony and muffler are in the 12th grade and will graduate soon. Considering the alternation of the old and the new"Why do people call you aplus if you don't mention it?"

Song ya did not consider the words of comfort, Tony took the initiative to change the topic.

"Er..."

There is song Ya's classmate on the football team. Tony should have got the news from there, "it's nothing. I got an a + in the last math exam, so..."

Before he finished speaking, the faces of the two men in the front row, who were just suffering from their bitter faces, suddenly twisted. The "muffler" named for their extreme silence and introversion turned around and said, "a +?! you？！”

"Why What's the matter? " Song Yaliu was a little guilty.

"Ha ha ha ha!" They burst into laughter.

"Isn't that funny?"

"It's funny, aplus, hahaha..." Tony chuckled. "It's very funny."

In any case, this episode diluted the gloom just now. The three of them were laughing and laughing. "Muffler" turned on the radio in the car, and Tony began to wriggle with the black rap music coming from inside.

"Is there chanting scriptures in this era..." Song make complaints about the sea.

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