Chapter 3 Credits

The classroom discipline is bad, and the teaching method is perfunctory. The young couple behind Song Ya have already hugged and chewed on them. The white male teacher in the classroom is still reciting Dickinson's poems without knowing it. When the bell rang, he immediately folded his bags. Flash people, never nostalgia.

"call……"

Song Ya reluctantly sighed, this body's English grades are already bad, and his Chinese soul has nothing to do with it. There is no major problem in reading, and writing and speech are short-sighted. Unfortunately, this teacher is not very reliable. , Of course, I can't blame him, it's not that he doesn't want to care, but that he doesn't dare.

If the teacher doesn't teach well, Song Ya can't help but study hard. He has studied it carefully. No matter what the credit plan is, high-level English cannot be avoided. If there are no conditions, you must create conditions to make it hard. "Go to the library after lunch to borrow some books. It’s so annoying that I’ve finished my self-study at home, and I have to play that damn basketball after school. What’s the most lacking thing in becoming a schoolmaster? Time!”

After inking on the seat for a while, Song Ya only got up and set off for the cafeteria when everyone in the classroom was almost gone. He tentatively decided on a strategy to deal with bullying and became a 'little transparent', um... I have to go back to the over-zealous math. Say hello to the teacher, stop attracting hatred to Lao Tzu!

He tried his best to reduce his sense of presence, and rushed into the school cafeteria unhurriedly or slowly. This is the place with the best discipline in the whole school. The vice-principal guards the gate to supervise the queue. The physical education teacher patrols the field in shifts. Aunt Fan was waiting in full force, and there were posters of an old black man on the walls, with a line of big characters prominently below: 27 years! Late victory!

Under the "smiling gaze" of the old man, Song Ya solved a hamburger with meat, a piece of mashed potatoes, a piece of boiled broccoli and carrots mixed with white sauce, and a large glass of carbonated drinks, and then avoided The teacher's eyes 'fly' the plate into the recycling bin. The American middle school ended early, so there was not much time for the lunch break. He ran to the library non-stop, borrowed a book of Franklin Roosevelt's speeches, and flew to the teacher's office. will.

The math teacher is an elegant black old lady. After Song Ya's math scores leapt forward, how she likes Song Ya now and said with a smile, "Give me a suggestion, if you can pass my ninth grade basic course exam, I will put How about you transfer to the advanced math class?"

"Advanced class?" Song Ya was stunned.

"Advanced class!"

Under the patient explanation of the old lady, it turned out that in addition to the basic courses every year, American middle schools will also offer advanced courses, or honor courses, for elite students who have spare capacity.

"Okay, I'll do my best!" Song Ya came to the spirit when he heard that there were credits, it's just the exam, we're good at it!

Excited to say goodbye to the math teacher, but bumped into the music teacher at the door.

This middle-aged white woman with neatly cut short hair is not very good at speaking, and the culture class is not good, but the art and sports of this school are quite strong. The orchestra and chorus under the music teacher are all good at far and near. , her requirements are naturally very harsh, "Alexander, right? Last week, your trumpet made obvious mistakes several times during rehearsal!"

Song Ya suddenly slumped. If you have something, you will have to give up. Originally, this body's talent for music and sports is very good, especially music. He is the main trumpet player of the school orchestra. Feelings and body coordination are all gone.

"Next time I..."

I was planning to fool the past first, "There is no next time!" The music teacher sternly stopped, "The public performance date is approaching, I can't take risks, next time you practice together, don't play the trumpet, just go for it!"

"What?"

"Triangle!"

"Okay..." Song Ya wiped away his sweat, "Lan...I can get credits for ironing, right?"

"You won't make any more mistakes!"

"Okay...Ok..."

As long as you keep your credits,

This blow is nothing, Song Ya finished the afternoon course seriously, and met Tony who was waiting outside at three o'clock on time. The two of them were outside the school again, riding in the car of Mutter, Tony's best friend, nicknamed 'Silencer'. Toyota 86... an Eagle SUV.

"What's wrong?"

After waiting in 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 driver's seat, pointed to Song Ya's side, and made a gesture of cutting his throat.

On the back seat next to him were a mess of dirty jerseys, protective gear, and two footballs.

"What do you mean? You two were given by the team..." Song Ya understood what the gesture of 'silencer' implied.

'Silencer' nodded again, Song Ya noticed the faint tears in his eyes...

Tony and 'Silencer' are both the main players of the school football team. Tony is in the defensive team, and 'Silencer' is the running back of the offensive team. Last week, Song Ya watched them play a training game.

No matter high school or university in the United States, football team players can walk sideways in the school, and quarterbacks or star players are even more famous, and girls can change them casually. If they are cleared from the team, it will indeed be a very serious blow to the two of them, but then again, Tony and 'Silencer' are already in their twelfth grade, and graduation is imminent, considering the alternation of old and new...

"Don't mention this, why do people call you APLUS?"

Before Song Ya thought about the words of comfort, Tony wiped his face hard with his hand and changed the subject on his own initiative.

"Uh……"

The rugby team has Song Ya's classmate, Tony should have gotten the news from there, "It's nothing, it's just that I got an A+ in the math test last time, so..."

Before the words were finished, the faces of the two people in the front row who were still grimacing suddenly distorted, and the 'silencer', named for being extremely silent and introverted, turned around and exclaimed: "A+?! You?!"

"What... what's wrong?" Song Yaluo felt a little guilty.

"Hahaha!" The two laughed.

"It's not funny, is it?"

"It's funny, APLUS, hahaha..." Tony grinned back and forth. "It's very funny."

In any case, this little episode was able to dilute the gloom and fog just now. The three of them laughed and laughed. The 'Silencer' turned on the radio in the car, and Tony and Tony began to twist their bodies to the black rap music coming from inside.

"Is there any chanting in this era..." Song Ya complained in his mind.