"Sit aside." Chu Chengmu kicked Qin Yi's bench.

"Oh." Qin Yi moved Chu Chengmu's bench to the aisle and immediately made Chu Chengmu happy.

"You took away my bench, what should I sit on?"

"Oh, you just pick one up randomly! It's really annoying, everyone is sitting around, I don't even know where my own bench is."

The porcelain doll clasped the bench under her butt with both hands and looked at Chu Chengmu warily.

"There's really nothing I can do against you." Chu Chengmu took an unknown person's bench from the empty seat next to him.

"Yang Yan asked me just now if you took the initiative to give the answer to her mother. I said that I saw with my own eyes that her mother took the initiative to ask you for it. She didn't seem to believe it." Qin Yi looked a little worried.

Chu Chengmu ignored her, just moved the bench and sat at the back door, where the ventilation was better. Xiao Liu's weak smell of alcohol and unwashed rancid smell made him want to sneeze.

Sitting at the back door, he could look at the entire classroom. The classroom was just like when he returned to this world, with the weak ceiling fan, the same dusty blue curtains, and the casually wiped blackboard. The only thing that disappeared

What is visible are the bright red countdown lines on the blackboard.

It has been 87 days since I returned to this world. When I came here, I was still an unknown person who only knew how to play games. After 87 days, I not only turned into a cool and handsome boy, but also became the student that attracted the attention of the whole school.

Ba.

For a moment, Chu Chengmu's perspective as he looked at the classroom felt a little shaky, a bit unreal.

After thinking about it, Chu Chengmu stood up, and under the surprised eyes of all his classmates, he walked to the podium, picked up the blackboard eraser, and carefully wiped the old green blackboard clean.

Then he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard smoothly:

Dear teacher:

All our classmates in Class 302 need to take a leave of absence forever due to graduation. We hope for approval!

Chu Chengmu, the leaver

The classroom instantly became quiet. After a while, Qin Yi was the first to follow, stood on tiptoe, and strenuously wrote, Qin Yi, after Chu Chengmu's name.

Then the second one, Liu Xueqing, the third one, Diao Yuanhang, the fourth one, Xu Zhen, the fourth one, Li Yuting, the fifth one, Yong Xiaohuang, the sixth one, Luo Yunhai, the seventh one, Liu Yang, the eighth one

Zhang Hao, the ninth, Ling Tianxiang, the tenth, Wang Feipeng, the eleventh, Ling Doudou, the twelfth, Nie Yanrong, the thirteenth Wanda, the fourteenth, Zhang Fule, the fifteenth

.......

At this moment, these sixty people, regardless of whether they are fat or thin, tall or short, regardless of their grades, or good or bad conduct, their immature faces are beginning to show some maturity, and their expressions at this moment are all pious. They have only one identity at this moment.

That is a student from Class 302.

Unknowingly, soft sobs rang out in the classroom. Most of the children's young faces had hot tears in their eyes, and they stared blankly at the dark green blackboard, which was already filled with densely packed names.

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Until the last person finished writing his name, he handed the chalk in his hand to Chu Chengmu who was standing aside. Chu Chengmu picked up the chalk, took a deep breath, and added a name under the name, Yang Xiushan,

Then he wrote: July 9, 2003.

At some point, Huang Yan, holding an acoustic guitar in his hand, and a young teacher carrying a SLR camera stood at the back door. When Chu Chengmu wrote the last stroke and turned around, the young teacher gently pressed

the shutter button.

In the composition, there are clusters of students sitting in small groups in a small classroom.

Some of them were leaning against the wall, some were arming themselves with their classmates, and some were sitting upright. No matter what kind of sitting posture they were in, they all looked at the blackboard at this moment. The names on the blackboard seemed to be like

It carries all their memories of the past three years, all their hardships, sweat, joy and laughter, and even their lives.

A tall and handsome boy on the podium was finishing the last stroke of writing. He casually threw the pen to the chalk box on the podium. There was no expression on his face, but his movements were somewhat casual, so he could coordinate on and off the stage.

Those more than sixty young faces made the young teacher who took the photo clearly feel a sense of solemnity and solemnity!

After taking the photo, the photography teacher patted Huang Yan on the shoulder and walked to the next classroom. Huang Yan's lips trembled slightly. The class teacher who was best at sensationalism had tears clearly shining in his eyes at this moment.

Huang Yan walked into the classroom, and Chu Chengmu wisely handed the podium back to him.

Dear classmates, this grand event in the senior year of high school has come to an end. Since I, Chu Cheng Mu, can’t give you any happy memories, I will send you a sad farewell!

Huang Yan put the acoustic guitar on the lectern, looked back at the blackboard, and carefully looked at every name on the blackboard. It wasn't until he read more than sixty names word by word that he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard.

In the free space, write two big words: "Agree".

The moment Huang Yan wrote "agree", many children who were full of emotions finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

For a moment, Chu Chengmu's eyes became a little moist!

Huang Yan cleared his throat, his voice slightly hoarse and trembling:

"Students, at this moment full of farewell and hope, perhaps everyone has begun to look forward to college life, and is about to embark on another ladder of life, heading towards a more exciting stage of youth! Here, I represent San0

All the teachers of Class 2 would like to express my heartfelt congratulations to you."

"The past is like a song. The passage of time will dilute many memories, but some things will be unforgettable forever."

“The sound of reading in the classroom will be unforgettable, the joyous songs and laughter on campus will be unforgettable, the hard work on the sports field will be unforgettable, and the unity of purpose and sincerity on the eve of the college entrance examination will be unforgettable.”

"You have grown up in this laughter and tears. From today on, the color of your sky will not only be the purity of these three years of high school, but will also have the weight of maturity."

"Your high-stretched wings are no longer as immature as when you first entered high school three years ago. They can already fight for a broader sky."

"All of this is the greatest joy for all our teachers."

"However, time has passed, and the life in Jincheng Middle School will eventually become a beautiful memory."

"If memories are like a breeze, then when the breeze blows, we smell happiness, warmth and sweetness in the wind..."

For a moment, the classroom burst into applause!

Huang Yan would repeat the same speech almost every three years. Each repetition was a farewell, and each farewell was accompanied by bursts of mental convulsions, and this time, it was particularly serious.

Huang Yan sighed in his heart, no matter how many times I experience this kind of separation, I'm afraid I will never get used to it.

Picking up the guitar, Huang Yan plucked the strings and the classroom fell silent.

"Farewell is coming soon, let me send you a song to my classmates! It is the only song I know, and it is also a song I learned specifically for you, "My Deskmate"!"

"Tomorrow will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday? Tomorrow will you still miss you who cried the most..."

Huang Yan's voice was very mellow, with a hint of alcohol and tobacco, and soon some classmates in the classroom started singing along.

At the same time, singing sounds came from every floor and classroom of the senior high school. The songs came one after another, full of farewell and sentimentality. The most sung songs were "Friends" by Zhou Huajian and "My Deskmate" by Lao Lang.

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When the song ended, there was applause. Huang Yan raised his guitar and said, "Which students are willing to come up and sing a song?"

After hearing this, Chu Chengmu stood up and walked to the podium from behind. Huang Yan glanced at him in surprise. In his mind, Chu Chengmu was not the kind of student who liked to be in the limelight. He didn't expect that he couldn't help it today, and he immediately said

Think about it, this unlucky kid won't cause something bad again!

Fortunately, Chu Chengmu just took the guitar, sat on the bench next to the podium, crossed his legs, and tried the strings.

I don’t know why, but when I sit down and play the guitar without crossing my legs, it doesn’t seem so professional.

"I know that the classmates in the class don't like me that much, and I probably know some of the reasons, but today I still give this song to you, and wish you all a bright future."

"Originally I wanted to sing "Later" by Rene Liu for everyone, but after thinking about it, it seemed like I had been forced to behave like a dog for three years in high school, and not many people in the class had ever been in love, so I decided to change it to another song.

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Under the podium, all the students burst out laughing in sympathy.

"The title of the song "Wish" was written by four little girls in Kyoto. It was originally just a casual work by them, and they never released any albums, so many people don't know it, but it fits the atmosphere of the moment."

"The lake is your eyes, your dreams are filled with stars, and your mood is a legend, waiting forever."

"Growth is a door of leaves, childhood is a group of dear people, spring is a journey, and the possession of vicissitudes of life."

"Those I love, those passing winds, those eternal vows over and over again."

"Those who love me, those tears that have settled, those eternal vows over and over again."

"We all once had an innocent and sad face. We held the sun in our hands and looked into the distance. Day after day, year after year, will we sing our wishes again when we grow up?"

"Gently day by day, year by year, will we sing our wishes again when we grow up? Will we sing our wishes again when we grow up?"

Chu Chengmu has not received any professional training in singing, but fortunately he has no addiction to smoking in this life, and his voice still retains a bit of transparency and clearness, which is quite pleasant.

This song is not difficult, and the lyrics are simple. There is no lingering love, only simple fears and worries about growing up! It is more in line with the mood of the senior high school students at the moment. I only listened to it twice, whether I like or hate Chu Chengmu

All the classmates couldn’t help but sang along.
Chapter completed!