Chapter 31 You Can Cross the Line With the development of educational concepts, changes in social needs and technological advancement, school textbooks will continue to be adjusted and updated. For students of different generations, their memory of textbooks is also different. At the turn of the millennium, the textbooks commonly used in primary and secondary schools across the country were those published by People's Education Press. Some textbooks on subjects such as music and art were even labeled "experimental revised edition." Fang Wei flipped through the brand new textbooks in his hands. They all looked the same as he remembered. He still remembered that when he returned to his hometown after working in a big city, he flipped through the textbooks in the cardboard box. The pages were already yellowed, mixed with the musty smell of dust, and the handwriting had become dry, recording the youth he could never go back to. And now, as if time had gone back, he returned to the age he was at that time, and those books were back in his hands again, with strong spines, smooth and neat covers, some depicting magnificent natural scenery, some showing the heroic figures of history. Gently turning over the flexible pages, a faint scent of ink wafted into his nose, which was the unique scent of a new book, mixed with the smell of paper and ink, which made him unable to help but take a deep sniff. During class, he would always stare at the illustrations in the textbook and get so fascinated that he imagined himself living in the illustrations and the outside world: the unforgettable Water Splashing Festival; the rich XSQD; the carambola that he had never eaten until now... Who would have thought that now when I look back at the books that once gave me a headache, I would actually feel nostalgic? At that time, I always didn't like to listen to adults. It turns out that the saying "you will understand when you grow up" is true. Fang Wei smiled self-deprecatingly. He was a teenager when he first read it, and when he read it again... fortunately, he was still a teenager. He put down the book in his hand, took out a pen from his schoolbag, uncapped the pen, and then put the cap back on the pen. He opened the cover of the textbook and carefully wrote his name on the title page of each book.
[Fang Wei] [2000年9月1日早9点10分] Writing names was very common, and almost every student, including his deskmate Liu Zhiyi, would write his or her name on the title page. But it is not common to write down the time and date, and probably only Fang would do this for himself. Not for any reason, just because writing down the current time with his own hands will give him a stronger sense of reality and ownership. When he was signing the textbooks, Liu Zhiyi beside him also secretly looked over. She was quite curious about why he wrote the time as well, but was too embarrassed to ask. Anyway, she felt that he was quite special, especially the look in Fang Wei's eyes when he was flipping through the new book just now. It was completely different from the excited and curious looks of other classmates. She couldn't understand what kind of look it was... She just felt that he cared a lot about the textbooks. It seems that Fang Wei is also a person who likes books very much... Perhaps it was because of this common trait that the girl inexplicably felt closer to him. Fang Wei noticed her gaze and turned to look over, but she calmly turned her eyes, which had just been glancing at him, back to the content of the Chinese textbook in her hand. …… She was reading a book and Fang Wei didn't disturb her. He signed the textbook and put it in order on the table. "Liu Zhiyi, do you still need this thread?" Fang Wei pointed to the 38th parallel in the middle of the table between the two of them. Of course, this line was not drawn by him and Liu Zhiyi, nor was it drawn by Liu Zhiyi and him. It should have been left by the students of the previous class. The desks in the class now are all double desks connected together, not single desks. Students these days are keen on drawing the 38th parallel to distinguish the range of space that two people can use on the table. In short, it is very childish. Now there is a 38th parallel like this on the desk between the two of them. It is estimated that the classmate who originally sat on her side is more powerful, so this 38th parallel is not in the middle of the desk, it is about 4:6, 4 on her side and 6 on this side. So, even though this line was not drawn by Fang Wei and Liu Zhiyi, Liu Zhiyi strictly abided by the scope of this line, curled up his body into a small corner, and did not dare to cross the line at all for things on the table. "Ok?" Liu Zhiyi, who was concentrating on reading, didn't hear clearly and tilted his head in confusion. “Do you still need this thread?”
Fang Wei didn't mind and repeated it patiently. Liu Zhiyi heard it clearly this time. She was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what Fang Wei meant... Did he mean to erase the line and then draw a new one? That should be it... But his side is obviously already very wide, if I draw towards her side... She, she could only accept 30% to 70% at most! If it was more, she would really protest angrily! "Then you decide..." After a while, Liu Zhiyi uttered these words in a clear and calm voice. Seeing that she didn't move, Fang Wei took the eraser and took the initiative to erase the 38th parallel on the table. Fortunately, the original line was drawn with pencil, but it was difficult to erase after a long time. After a while, Fang Wei finally erased the annoying 38th parallel. The tabletop was littered with tiny pieces of eraser crumbs; "Move aside a little, or it will get on you." Fang Wei reminded. "Oh." Liu Zhiyi was reluctant to put down the book in his hand. He just held the book, leaned against the wall, and curled up into a small ball. Fang Wei then opened his palm and gently swept the eraser crumbs on the table to the ground. "All right." "..." Liu Zhiyi was still huddled in the corner. After waiting for a long time, Fang Wei did not make any move to redraw the line. Seeing her doubtful look, Fang Wei smiled and said: "If you have a lot of books, you can put some of them over here. I usually take most of the books home, so the table is empty anyway." "..." It turned out that I had misunderstood him... Although Fang Wei didn't know what she was thinking about just now, Liu Zhiyi still felt a little embarrassed because of her own dirty thoughts. After a while, she nodded gently: "Yeah, you too...if you have a lot of books, you can put some over here." "Row." The two of them reached a consensus on the scope of use of the desktop. The visible line had been erased by Fang Wei with an eraser, but Liu Zhiyi still had no intention of crossing over his own things. Or maybe my sense of boundaries is too strong...
Seeing that the desk on her side was a bit crowded, Fang Wei finally couldn't help it and reached out to move all her books towards his side, not too far, just enough to make it 50-50. Liu Zhiyi didn't say anything. Perhaps the sunlight outside the window was too hot, and it made her pretty face look a little red. Until Fang Wei finished all this and picked up the textbook to read like her. Liu Zhiyi then gently raised his eyes and glanced at him secretly out of the corner of his eye. …… According to the course schedule, this class should be a Chinese class. After all, the book had just been distributed, so Wen Susu naturally had no intention of giving a lecture and just treated it as a class meeting. “After you get your textbooks, please remember to write your name on them and check if there are any problems with the printing or binding.” After entering junior high school, there were so many more courses all of a sudden. My classmates were very curious. Even without Teacher Wen saying anything, they were all flipping through the books with great interest. I definitely can't say I've been studying a lot. Among the new books, the ones I read the most are Chinese and history textbooks, because some of the articles and stories in them are actually quite interesting. I read them purely as storybooks. After all, there are too few things to entertain myself these days. In fact, interest and curiosity are the best motivation to stimulate enthusiasm for learning. Seeing that the get out of class was almost over, Wen Susu asked everyone to put down their books first and then talked about the class committee election. "The last class in the afternoon is our class meeting. At that time, we will elect class leaders, including the monitor, deputy monitor, study committee member, sports committee member, discipline committee member, and representatives of each class." The elementary education situation on Pineapple Island is not a special case, but a microcosm of the various small islands in the Xuanzhu Islands. Many students in the class are like Cailing and her classmates. When they were in elementary school, they had never heard of so many different class leaders... And what is an election? Seeing everyone's puzzled and curious eyes, Wen Susu explained in detail the responsibilities of each class leader and how the election model, which was quite unfamiliar to them, was conducted. Now everyone finally understood. Quite fresh! “Can teachers and class monitors also run for election?” "Sure, I will decide the class monitor, but everyone can actively participate in the election. As long as you are responsible, willing to train yourself, and brave enough, you can go on stage and give a speech to fight for your own opportunity!" "What about the other class leaders?" "It's all elections, but other class leaders will be chosen by students voting, so, while there is still some time before the afternoon class meeting, students who want to be class leaders should remember to prepare well." [Ding! Ding! Ding!] The bell representing the end of get out of class rang, and Wen Susu smiled as she looked at the people in the audience who were having a lively discussion. "Okay, get out of class is over!" (Thanks to Master Jasmine for being the leader, Master is generous, Master makes a fortune, Master aims for platinum!) (End of this chapter)
