Tl:- madghost
Terrible classroom discipline and perfunctory teaching methods, the young couple behind Song Ya was already embracing and nibbling each other. The white male teacher in the classroom is still reading Dickinson’s poems familiarly. When the bell rang, without wasting a second, the students immediately flashed out of the classroom.
"Huh ..." Song Ya sighed helplessly. His English grades were awful, and his Chinese soul didn't help him much with it. He didn't have any significant problems in reading, but writing and speaking were his short-boards. Unfortunately, this teacher was not reliable. Of course, the teacher can't be blamed for this. It's not that he doesn't want to care, but he doesn't dare to care.
If the teacher is not good at teaching, Song Ya can’t learn well either. He can only study it carefully. After all, the credit plan cannot bypass the high-weight English. If there is no right condition, he just has to create conditions to harden it.
‘After lunch, go to the library to borrow some books, and do some self-study at home. I also have to play that damn basketball after school; it’s so annoying. What I lack now most for becoming a schoolmaster? It’s time’.
After a while, Song Ya got up and went to the cafeteria after everyone left the classroom. He tentatively decided on a strategy to deal with bullying, becoming ‘transparent.’ And...he also has to say hello to the overzealous math teacher, to stop attracting the hatred to Lao Tzu!
I tried my best to reduce my presence and rushed to the school cafeteria slowly and unhappily. This is the most disciplined place in the whole school. The vice-principal stood at the door to supervise the line. The physical education teacher patrolled the field in shifts, the security guarded all exits, while the lunch lady was patiently serving. There are posters of an old black man on the wall, and a line of prominent characters is written below ‘27 years! Late victory!’
Under the old man's "smiling gaze,” Song Ya quietly ate a meat burger, a pile of mashed potatoes, boiled broccoli and carrots mixed with a white sauce, and a large glass of carbonated drink. He then avoided the teacher's gaze and threw the dinner plate into the recycling bin.
The middle school here closed early, so the lunch break was not very generous with time. Song Ya ran to the library without stopping and borrowed a book of Franklin Roosevelt's speeches. Then he rushed to the teacher's office and asked the math teacher to be "low-key.”
The mathematics teacher is an elegant black old lady. After Song Ya's leap in mathematics scores, she now sees Song Ya with pleasing eyes.
She smiled and said: "Give you a suggestion. If you can pass my ninth grade basic course exam, How about I transfer you to the advanced class of mathematics?”
"Advanced class?" Song Ya was stunned.
"Advanced class!"
Under the patient explanation of the old lady, I learned that in addition to the annual basic courses, the American middle school also offers advanced courses or honor courses for elite students who have spare capacity. While the difficulty is significantly increased, and there is also more credit.
"Okay, I'll try my best!" Song Ya was energetic when he heard that there were credits. ‘It's just an exam, let's do my best!’
Happily said goodbye to the math teacher, but ran into the music teacher at the door.
This white middle-aged woman with neat and short hair is not very good at talking and lacks in cultural classes.
The school’s art and sports skills are quite strong. The orchestra and chorus under the music teacher are also well known from far and near. Her requirements are naturally very demanding, "Alexander, right? Last week, your trumpet made obvious mistakes several times in the rehearsal!"
Song Ya suddenly wilted. He had a good talent for sports, and especially in music. He is the main trumpet player of the school orchestra. Unfortunately, since Song Ya crossed, while his mathematics scores have gone up, his sense of music and physical coordination has been lost.
"Next time I..." I was planning to fool first.
"No next time!" but was sternly stopped by the music teacher. "The public performance date is approaching. I can't take any risks. You won't be playing the trumpet next time we practice together. Now go!"
"What roll up?" (“撸什么？”)
"Triangle!" (“三角铁!”)
(tl: help! I don’t have any idea)
"well ...... " Song Ya said, wiping the sweat," ......I can at least keep credits, right?"
"None if you make a mistake again!"
"Okay ……Okay……"
This blow is nothing, as long as the credits are kept. Song Ya earnestly finished the afternoon class and met Tony, who was waiting outside at three o’clock.
Tony and his best friend ‘Silencer’ outside the school again, sitting on Silencer’s Toyota 86... Eagle.
"What's wrong?" After getting into the back seat, Song Ya realized that the two of them were not in a good mood.
The 'silencer' started the car, turned his head from the driving position, pointed to Song Ya's side, and made a gesture of cutting his throat.
There were some dirty jerseys, protective gear, and two footballs on the back seat nearby.
"You mean, you two were given up by the team?..." Song Ya understood the meaning of the 'silencer' gesture.
'Silencer' nodded again.
Song Ya noticed the faint tears in his eyes...
Tony and 'Silencer' are the main players in the school football team. Tony is in the defensive team, and 'Silencer' is in the offensive team. After the crossing, Song Ya also watched them play a training match last week.
In the United States, regardless of high school or university, the football team members can always walk sideways on campus. Quarterbacks or star players are even more influential people, they can change girls casually. If they are retired by the team, it will be a very serious blow to the two of them. But then again, Tony and the 'Silencer' are already in the twelfth grade and are about to graduate. They are Considering the replacement of the new and the old...
"Don't mention this, why are they calling you ‘APLUS'?"
Song Ya hadn't considered the comforting words yet, Tony changed his face severely and changed the subject.
"Uh..." The football team also has Song Ya's classmates. Tony should have got the news from there.
"It's nothing, I took an A+ in the math exam, so..." I didn't finish the words, and I already received a bitter face. The faces of the two people in the front row suddenly became distorted. The 'Silencer', named after their extreme silence and introversion, turned his head and cried out strangely: "A+?! You?!"
"Why...what's wrong?" Song Yaluo was feeling a little guilty.
"Hahaha!" The two burst into laughter.
"It's not funny, alright?"
"It's funny. ‘APLUS’, hahaha..." Tony laughed, "It's very funny."
Anyway, this episode can be considered as diminishing the gloom and mist, as the three laughed. Then, the 'silencer' turned on the radio in the car, and Tony started to twist his body along with the black rap music coming out of it.
"Is there Rapping in this era..." Song Ya's mind floated in a hopeful wish.
( “这个年代就有念经了么……”宋亚脑海里飘过一句吐槽.)(need help)
「念经」means that a Buddhist reads lection
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