noveltune Chapter 113 Shouting from the Building
Chapter 113 Shouting from the Building
June 5th.
Banners were hung up all over the school overnight.
There's a red line at the school gate, a red line on the front of the teaching building, and another red line at the entrance of the cafeteria; they all billow in the wind and make a rustling sound.
"Ten years of honing the sword, today we test its edge."
"Striving changes destiny, and inspiration illuminates life."
Wishing all graduating high school students success in their exams!
Red background with white lettering, dazzling in the sunlight.
The building for the senior high school students is noticeably different now.
There was no one in the corridor, and it was quiet during breaks. Even going to the toilet was done by jogging to and from the toilet.
In the classroom, some people were sleeping, some were doing problems with their heads down, and some were staring blankly out the window, all with an indescribable expression on their faces.
It's not tension, it's a kind of exhaustion that comes from being tense for a long time and about to break down.
Wang Qing talked about the same thing in class for three days in a row.
"You're not allowed to go to the senior high school area. You're not allowed to go during breaks, lunch breaks, or even evening self-study. I'll have someone watching the connecting corridor. If anyone gets caught by Director Wang there, don't blame me for not warning you."
The whole class nodded; everyone knew that this was a crucial period for seniors.
When Song Huan returned from the restroom, there was a note on the table.
I folded it twice and put it under the pencil case.
He picked it up, unfolded it, and saw that the words were very small and densely packed.
"The 'shouting from the building' activity is not organized by the school; it is solely organized by the senior students. Please inform each other, do not spread the word, and do not let the teachers know."
"Event Details: After the first evening self-study session tonight, please leave your classrooms in an orderly manner and proceed to the senior high school building. The school's broadcasting station will be there to cheer on the senior students and play two songs for everyone to sing along to. Youth is never short of passion and courage. We hope all students will actively participate and wish this event a complete success. Safety first at all times."
Song Huan stared at the paper for a few seconds.
Shouting from the building.
He had heard about this before when he was at No. 4 High School: people would hold up lights, sing, and cheer for the senior students.
He wanted to go, but his homeroom teacher stopped him before he even left the house.
Later, I heard from those who went that the scene was spectacular; some people were crying, some were laughing, and some were shouting, "I want to get into Peking University."
As a result, he was caught by the homeroom teacher and actually got beaten up.
Back then, he could only sit in the classroom writing math tests, listening to the sounds coming from afar, muffled and as if separated by a layer of water.
I felt quite regretful at the time.
He glanced back.
Zhao Qihang was also clutching a piece of paper in his hand, his face beaming with the excitement of someone who had won the lottery, his eyes shining brightly.
He whispered something in Lu Ciyuan's ear, and Lu Ciyuan took his finger away from his mouth, also getting excited.
Chen Xu sat in the last row, looking down at the note, reading it carefully, word by word.
One copy for each student in the class.
I don't know who posted it or how it got here, but I have it anyway.
When Xiao Yunqing returned from her office, Song Huan gestured towards her desk with her lip.
She picked up the note and glanced at it. Her expression changed, from curiosity to excitement, from excitement to nervousness, and from nervousness to something very complicated.
She sat down, turned to the side, and lowered her voice, "Teacher Wang just called me to his office to talk about this."
She pointed to the note, "It said that Director Wang is cracking down hard on the senior year students, and that no one in our class should go there. Anyone who goes and gets caught will be punished."
Song Huan leaned back in her chair. "So, what are you planning to do?"
Xiao Yunqing looked at him with expectation in her eyes.
He had seen that look in her eyes many times. Whenever she was indecisive, she would look at him like that, and then she would do as he suggested.
Song Huan thought for a moment, "Stopping them is definitely not an option. If everyone wants to go and you stop them, it will spoil the fun, and no one will listen to you in the future."
Xiao Yunqing nodded.
"But we can't just leave it alone. You're the class monitor, and Teacher Wang told you to do it."
She nodded again, this time even more forcefully.
Song Huan leaned back in his chair, a clever idea forming in his mind.
"Okay, go up there now and tell everyone that they absolutely must not participate in the shouting activity at the senior high school building at 8:30 tonight."
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up.
She stood up and walked to the podium.
His steps were steady, and his expression was serious.
"Everyone, please pay attention."
She stood on the podium, her hands resting on either side of the table, and said, "There might be some activities at the senior high school building tonight at 8:30. I want to remind everyone not to attend. This is not allowed by the school, and you will be punished if you are caught."
After she finished speaking, she got downstairs.
He sat back down with a smug smile on his face.
Song Huan looked at her and laughed.
"How about that? Not a bad idea, right? Anyway, I reminded them; whether they go or not is their business. If Teacher Wang asks, you've fulfilled your responsibility as class monitor."
Xiao Yunqing nodded, and nodded very happily.
Song Huan stood up and walked to the front of the podium.
He glanced at the whole class. Zhao Qihang was folding the note into a square and stuffing it into his pocket. Lu Ciyuan was biting his nails. Chen Xu had his head down but his ears were perked up.
"I heard it all, the class monitor said, don't go." He suppressed a laugh, "Nobody is allowed to go."
Zhao Qihang was the first to stand up, his voice so loud it could be heard throughout the entire floor, "I promise I won't go!"
The whole class laughed.
……
During the first evening self-study session, the classroom was anything but quiet.
Some people were lying on the table but their eyes kept glancing out the window; some were writing and drawing on paper; and some were huddled together talking quietly.
Zhao Qihang would look at the clock on the wall every five minutes, and then exchange a glance with Lu Ciyuan.
Lu Ciyuan stopped biting his nails and put his hand in the drawer, clutching something.
Chen Xu sat in the last row, repeatedly opening and closing his textbook.
Song Huan lowered his head and started writing on his physics test. He finished two questions but couldn't continue.
He looked up and glanced to the side.
Xiao Yunqing sat upright, with an English textbook open in front of her, her eyes fixed on the pages, but she didn't turn a single one.
My fingers rubbed against the edges of the book pages until the corners curled up.
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
It wasn't one of those slow-sounding bells; it was one that rang loudly and abruptly, bouncing several times in the quiet corridor.
The teacher stood up from the podium, said "get out of class dismissed," and left with her textbook.
The moment he stepped out of the classroom, the classroom erupted in chaos.
The sound of chairs scraping the floor, textbooks slamming on the table, someone shouting "Let's go, let's go!", someone shouting "Hurry up, hurry up!", someone running from the back row to the front bumped into a table, causing the water glass on the table to wobble but not fall over.
Zhao Qihang was the first to rush out of the classroom, his chubby body as agile as a fish.
Lu Ciyuan followed behind, and Chen Xu brought up the rear. The tall man ran with a thud, and the whole corridor shook.
"Let's go!" Xiao Yunqing stood up, slid her chair back a bit, and said in a shrill voice.
She grabbed Song Huan's sleeve and ran outside.
As Song Huan was dragged along, her heart suddenly raced.
It's not the kind of fast running, it's something else.
He was reborn and thought he was no longer interested in these things.
Shouting from buildings, singing, holding up lights and shouting encouragement—these are things only teenagers do.
But now he's running down the corridor, with people next to him tugging at his sleeves and people in front of him shouting, "Hurry up, hurry up!"
One by one, the lights in the corridor turned on, the wind whistled past his ears, and his heart pounded.
It was only then that he realized that his youthful spirit had always remained!