In the afternoon, Chuqing and I planned to go back to elementary school together.

——I studied there for six years.

The memories of ordinary people in elementary school should be called cyan and green.

My primary school memories are nearly gray.

I was in elementary school and I was so stupid that I could not understand the math problems that others wanted to understand. When others gathered in groups to chat about something, I always read books alone and left the corner. I usually study harder, but my grades were counting down.

My sister always takes leave at home, and I always come and go alone.

I don't have a deep impression of my classmates.

I only remember a few of the teachers, some of which are remembered because the teachers often accept bribes, and some are remembered because of their weird personality. I think the best teacher is Mr. Wang, a class teacher from grades 4 to 6 and Chinese teacher.

She didn't do anything too great, but just fulfilled the responsibilities of a teacher. I was stupid at that time and didn't give up on me. I kept me until very late and asked me to me memorize the text. When my classmates were isolated in the class, I also helped me with all my strength. When the excellent class monitor and student president of our class spoke harshly to me, he also removed that guy from his position.

I didn't have a good relationship with her, but I've always been very impressed with what she did.

Well, but this time I went there, I couldn't see her anymore.

I remember a few days ago, when the second semester was just beginning, I accidentally heard the news that Teacher Wang had pancreatic cancer died.

She didn't tell me during the period when her life was coming to an end. The last time she met was when she went to report her grades after the high school entrance examination.

She is quite proud to pass the experiment, and I don’t feel any regrets.

She was going to have a funeral the day after she learned that she had passed away.

That day I took the International Department for half a day to see her, but when I arrived, I found that I was the only one with an art school student who didn't go to school.

The news of her funeral that night was announced in the elementary school class group, but all the students were very consistent, and it happened that they were not online.

The student president who was hyped by her that year was no exception, and the Chinese language class representative who was praised by her that year was no exception.

None of them came.

All that comes is me, a poor student who must leave tutoring every day.

The funeral was over, and my classmates went online to post a speech and lit candles and cried like a dead mother.

The news of her death was said, and the like was broken by her classmates. I didn’t like it, but just blocked the QQ group in our class with a cold face.

This time I came here, my mood was still very complicated, and I felt a little empty.

I always feel that the primary school that year should have been gone because of her departure.

Moreover, the reason for coming is also very subtle, which is both an investigation by the Dark Moon Chamber of Commerce and a date with my junior.

"What's the matter?"

When we arrived at the door, Chuqing and I were blocked by the guard.

"Well, let's see the teacher and the school. We are students from previous classes."

I said, although it was Saturday, I knew some directors who worked in the school were still there.

"Which teacher?"

The guard asked, "It should be weird for people like me who come on Saturday with very beautiful girls, and he couldn't help but interrogate them."

"Wang...No...Teacher Zhou, Teacher Zhou Ming."

I said that although the head teacher Wang, who was the first to be a teacher, is no longer here, I heard from my classmates that it seems that the young man Zhou Ming of that year has been promoted to the leader of the math group. He often has to carry out teaching and research activities, and he should be in school.

"Where is the name?"

The guard asked.

"Shen Ji..."

I said, and then he broadcast a number in the inner room, and seemed to have contacted Teacher Zhou Ming to check.

"Get in."

After a while, the guard said, "I have also entered the school gate."

After entering the school gate, what caught my eye was a photo wall full of photos of this class of students. I remember that I posted photos of our spring outing back then. Everyone got together and talked and laughed, and I was playing the game console with a gloomy face in the corner. Well, the photos that felt embarrassed to expose my loneliness at that time, but now I have changed them.

After passing the photo wall, it was the school's playground. Although it was many times smaller than the experiment, I felt inexplicably warm when I saw this playground.

"Do you want to go and see the teacher first?"

Chu Qing asked beside me.

"Well, I plan to go and see the teacher first, and then see some places I have stayed in before."

I said.

"Okay, let me accompany my brother. The teacher I want to see seems to be no longer in this school, and the teacher I don't want to see."

Chu Qing said, "That's it, then let's go with me."

We walked along the narrow path now, bypassed the Chinese office where Teacher Wang was no longer there, and came to the mathematics office where Teacher Zhou was.

The office door was not locked, so I walked in.

In this office, there are five or six elementary school students burying their heads on the blackboard and graffitiing something, spreading out math books to study some things, and there is only one teacher, namely Teacher Zhou, who is sitting on a chair in the inner room watching the students work hard.

"That... Teacher Zhou, I am Ji Shen of Level 04..."

After entering the door, he greeted me slightly, and the eyes of the primary school students and Teacher Zhou all noticed me.

Teacher Zhou Ming is not a bad teacher or a good teacher in my impression.

He taught us well and would usually tell us some life principles, but he always seemed to think that children were easy to deceive. At that time, he was just a teacher and often had open classes. He emphasized independent learning, but before class, he rehearsed the content we wanted several times like acting, arranged lines for each student, and scored our moral scores based on the pros and cons of each student's performance in open classes. The good and bad acting scores were very high, and the morality of poor acting was c.

My impression of him is also moderate, and I don’t like it or hate it.

"Oh, God Ji is here."

He saw me warmly greeting me.

"Well, hello, Teacher Zhou Ming."

I said with a smile.

"I heard you were admitted to the experiment, a college master, and... is this your girlfriend?"

Teacher Zhou Ming looked at Chu Qing, who was standing shyly beside me in surprise. The little ghosts doing research also raised their heads in a strait.

"What a beautiful girlfriend...you are blessed."

Teacher Zhou wore glasses and said with a wretched smile.

"Uh... Chu Qing is just the junior girl who came out with me today, not her girlfriend."

I defended that Chu Qing and I blushed when they heard about their girlfriends.

"Haha, it's definitely true if it's not the future!"

Teacher Zhou smiled cheerfully and said, "This guy... I'm really disrespectful to my teacher. Well, Is it really good that my teacher from the Great Heavenly Dynasty (China) encourages early love so much?"

"Is the brother and sister a boyfriend and girlfriend? Is it just a relationship of having children?"

A little boy with a cylinder on the blackboard said with a smile.

"No!"

I loudly complained to this vulgar child that boyfriend and girlfriend do not have children! The relationship between having children is so big!

"Boy, concentrate on being your blackboard!"

Zhou Ming viciously preached to the vulgar little boy, "Okay!" Teacher Zhou!

"What a group of bad kids who don't worry about it..."

After the boy was scolded by Zhou Ming, he went back to do the blackboard graffiti with fear, and Zhou Ming sighed.

The picture in front of me is a bit familiar. Well, about six years ago, I was squatting on the ground like this little boy and being trained by Zhou Mingxun. Now Zhou Ming has become a qualified math team leader since he was young, and I have also taken the experiment.

Tianming Primary School can be said to have changed.
Chapter completed!