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- "Now, students take out the 38 sets. This question has been mentioned before, do you remember? Come on, look at the fifth question of the multiple-choice question. Are you familiar with this question type"
The math teacher was lecturing on it, and the air was filled with the sound of rubbing papers, fine chalk dust swirled in the winter sun, Bai Yang sat on his seat with his head propped up, and the tip of his pen pointed at the test paper, as if he was listening to the class. I don¡¯t seem to be listening. The air conditioner is not turned on in the classroom, and the index and middle fingers holding the pen are a little stiff. After entering December, the temperature change curve is like a hibernating snake, and it has never climbed above ten degrees. This autumn is particularly cold. In short, the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees on Zhongshanmen Street are still summer when they leave the branches under the action of abscisic acid, and it becomes winter when they fall to the ground.
The plane tree is fifteen meters high, and it is as long as fifteen meters in autumn.
It has been half a month since Bai Yang's life returned to calm. Zhao Bowen took away his icom725 amateur radio station, analog relay, motherboard, and all related materials, not even a scrap of paper¡ª¡ª All the work has been taken over by professional departments, and the state machinery is running. The resources and abilities he has mastered are far beyond the reach of a high school student. Bai Yang can imagine that the old amateur radio station will be regarded as a treasure by Uncle Zhao and the others. Putting it in a top-notch electromagnetic wave quiet room and using the most advanced survey and detection methods, a large group of experts will stare at it all day long. As an old and broken amateur radio station, it is truly glorious to be able to mix it up like this.
So Bai Yang became an ordinary senior high school student in the High School Attached to China Southern Airlines. He no longer needs to save the world, he only needs to save his own college entrance examination results.
The huge pressure that was on his shoulders dissipated in an instant, and the shadow of the doomsday also dissipated along with the pressure. People of Bai Yang's age always have blind confidence in the power of the country without knowing the source. He always thinks, There must be a solution to all problems in a place that I can't see. As long as the country takes action, everything will be fine. The crisis of annihilation will no longer exist the moment the professional department takes over.
Look at all the students sitting in the classroom, look at the teacher standing on the podium, the students on the playground outside the door, the cars on the road outside the school, thousands of people in this world are living normally, how can there be anything What about the end?
Thinking back now, the girl who lived alone twenty years later is far away and blurred like a phantom, everything that happened in the past is like a dream, Bai Yang wakes up from the dream, the world is running as before, bg4msr just appeared in the dream people.
It's just that I don't know if she has received her photo?
Has Uncle Zhao successfully sent her his photo?
Bai Yang thought silently.
Can she cooperate with those people?
I hope that Uncle Zhao can apologize to her on his behalf and explain the reasons clearly, otherwise Bai Yang will feel uncomfortable when he keeps thinking about his missed appointments.
"Topol! Poplar!"
Bai Yang suddenly woke up.
Teacher Liu, the head teacher, pointed to the paper on his desk, "The page has been turned."
Bai Yang hurriedly buried his head in turning the pages, but he didn't know which page he turned to, so he had to peek at the papers of the next group.
"It's the third year of high school, be more serious in class." The teacher raised his voice, "You have few months to go to class, you must cherish your high school life, now the sprint stage, students work hard to improve their scores, is it right to be admitted to China Southern Airlines?" Dream."
"Little Baiyang! Why are you willing to condescend to wait for us to leave recently?" He Leqin grabbed his neck and smiled, "What about your plan to save the world? Finished?"
"No." Bai Yang said, "It's just that other people have taken over, and my work is over."
"Didn't you get a medal?" Yan Zhihan asked from behind, "After all, you saved the world. With such a great contribution, I don't think it's a problem to send you into Qingbei."
"Then I'll try my best to see if the country can remember my hard work and great contribution, and reward me with a recommended admission to Tsinghua University." Bai Yang said lazily, "It's best to give me another apartment in Beijing's Fifth Ring Road. A job with a lot of money and little work close to home, don¡¯t you think?¡±
"If you are rich, don't forget each other!" Young Master He patted his left shoulder.
"If you are rich, don't forget each other!" Brother Yan patted his right shoulder.
"Go, go, the youngest family is so rich, why do you take the exam." Bai Yang knocked off the hands of the two of them, "Let your father spend money to send you to Harvard."
Next night for self-study, Bai Yang returned home with Yan Zhihan and He Leqin as usual, the three of them chatted while walking, hooking their shoulders and backs, swaying around, there was no need to rush to turn on the radio when they got home, and Bai Yang was not in a hurry, he could take his time walking. There is a constant flow of traffic on the road. It is the time when high school students go home from school. Students ride bicycles, stand on the side of the road to take taxis, and walk back home.They come and go, and they are all the school uniforms of the High School Attached to China Southern Airlines. Bai Yang, He Leqin and Yan Zhihan are just some of the thousands of students in Nanjing.
There is no end of the world, no hyperspace radio, and no black moon in the sky.
This is an ordinary world.
Bai Yang walked into the community with his schoolbag on his back, said hello to Uncle Cai Dong who was on duty in the security booth at the entrance, and went upstairs with a brisk pace, climbed up to the eighth floor in one breath, and took out the key to open the door.
He changed his shoes in the porch while groping to turn on the light. Because he stopped messing with the radio, his father and mother¡¯s routines returned to normal. They had already gone to bed at eleven o¡¯clock in the evening, and Uncle Wang didn¡¯t come anymore. Reversing the future to save the world The amateur radio emergency communication headquarters has not started work for a long time, and may never start work again in the future. The living room is clean under the bright lights, and the messy radio stations, relays, motherboards and materials seem to have never existed.
Those people cleaned up so quickly and cleanly, even if Lao Bai Laowang wants to make these things public and tell others, they can't find evidence and proof.
Bai Yang pushed open the door of his room with his schoolbag on his back, and his mother's confused voice came from the bedroom: "Yang?"
"Well, I'm back."
"There is food in the kitchen." Mom said.
"Got it." Bai Yang put down his schoolbag, went to the kitchen and turned on the rice cooker. The fried noodles were still warm and lumpy, but it didn't hinder eating.
Bai Yang returned to the room with the tray and sat on the chair. This was his familiar life trajectory. Everything seemed to have remained the same, but something was different.
He cast his eyes on the bookshelf beside the table. There was a large space above the grid of the bookshelf. Something had been placed there for a long time, and it left a square impression on the old wooden bookshelf.
Bai Yang fell silent, staring at the bookshelf in a daze for a long time.
That light-coloured, long-unsunburned mark is the only evidence that a piece of his life has been taken away.
bg4mxh!
bg4mxh! Today I went to Xuanwu Bay again. I saw a lot of roselles along the way, and picked some back to make tea.
bg4mxh, the temperature has dropped today, I need to wear more clothes, I have a very thick cotton jacket, is it cold over there?
bg4mxh, programming is so difficult, so difficult, so difficult, so difficult¡ª¡ª!
bg4mxh, want my photo? Then you have to trade your photo for it! Equivalent exchange, understand?
bg4mxh! bg4mxh! bg4mxh! bg4mxh! bg4mxh!
Bai Yang woke up startled.
His mind is full of people shouting bg4mxh.
Bai Yang took out a pair of earphones from the drawer, plugged it into the phone and played music, then lay on his back on the bed and closed his eyes. He wanted to drive away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and the phone was letting Xian Qi sing "Blossoming Waves".
"La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la."
"I want you to stay with me and watch the turtle swim in the water."
"Slowly lie down on the beach, counting the waves one by one."
"Don't be afraid, you won't be lonely."
"I will always be by your side"
"Let you have fun."
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