As usual, the bell rang in the classroom and interrupted the boring lecture of the language teacher.
The originally quiet classroom suddenly became noisy, just like the vegetable market not too far away from the school.
I sighed, and didn't care about the teacher who was slamming the table on the podium and yelling "Quiet down!", "What a scandal!", and began to pack my bag.
The class I was in could be considered special in the entire school. It belonged to the kind of class that many schools would have. It was a special class where all the troublesome students who were difficult to deal with but couldn't be dismissed for various reasons were thrown together.
For example, there was a youngster called Chen Tuwa who came in through the back door. Even his name was full of rustic flavor. Yi Qing's trio, who didn't come to class since the start of school, but their grades were among the best. There was also the perverted Mr. Luo Ao, who didn't have any bad records other than staying at home and could maintain a stable grade …
But to be honest, I didn't have the right to scold them.
The language teacher wasn't our class teacher, so he didn't have enough prestige. His scolding didn't have the corresponding effect, and the class was still very noisy.
"Wu Jiu, where do you think you're going!" He probably wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. His gaze fell on me, who was carrying my bag and was about to sneak out of the class: "Are you not going to self-study at night!"
"Where else can I go, I'm definitely going to look at the stars again."
A whisper came from an unknown corner of the classroom. Although it was a whisper, the volume was enough for the entire class to hear.
That's right, although it wasn't my original intention, but because I often skipped self-study at night to look at the stars, I was also one of the weirdos in the class.
"Teacher, I'm not feeling well, so I have to go home first."
Since it wasn't the first time I was caught, I replied with ease.
I even prepared the hospital certificate. If the other party doesn't give up, there shouldn't be a problem taking it out.
Perhaps he was dissatisfied with my fearless appearance, the language teacher still wanted to say something, but in the end, he waved his hand in frustration: "Whatever, since it's like this, then you can leave first."
Immediately, the other students hissed in dissatisfaction. The strange voice from before sounded again, "Don't be dissatisfied. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not having dead parents who were martyrs."
If it was in the past, I probably would have gotten into a fight with the other party, but now I have learned to turn a blind eye to this kind of mockery, as if I didn't hear it, carried my backpack and quickly left the class.
Today, there would be an extremely rare Sagittarius meteor shower, and the night would be clear and cloudless, making it a very good stargazing opportunity.
After returning home and grabbing the binoculars, I set off for school again.
However, the target was not the campus, but the observation tower located halfway up the mountain behind the school. Although the top of the mountain was also possible, because there was no road and the terrain was rugged, the field of vision was almost zero at night. It would be bad if the binoculars were accidentally broken.
After setting up the telescope and adjusting the angle and focal length, I raised my head and looked at the starry sky, waiting for the meteor shower to arrive.
The starry night sky was as beautiful as ever, but I started to feel my limbs stiffen.
I don't like the stars.
In fact, rather than 'dislike', it was more like fear.
When I was very young, my parents worked at a nearby aerospace base. When I was about seven or eight years old, my father was involved in an equipment explosion and passed away due to his injuries.
After that, my mother single-handedly raised me until I was twelve.
She liked the stars, and her favorite thing to do was to take me for a walk to the observation tower after dinner. Then she would hug me and tell me stories about the stars in the sky.
Until I couldn't take it anymore and started to be half-awake, she would gently carry me home while humming "Twinkle Twinkle Twinkle".
When I was twelve years old, she was selected as the only female astronaut at the space base. She quickly immersed herself in training and stood out from the crowd with her excellent results.
I admired and longed for my excellent mother, and set her as my goal. When I grew up, I also wanted to be an astronaut.
In the second half of the year, the space base launched a manned satellite with the intention of docking with the space station and bringing back all the experimental records and results from the space station.
My mother naturally became the astronaut for that launch.
The launch was very successful, and nothing abnormal happened until the space station docked.
However, not long after the docking, the space station suddenly began to lose pressure. Even with emergency measures in place, the damage could not be stopped. The point of failure was outside the space station, and the spacesuits of the two astronauts in the space station could no longer be used in space due to a design error after several tests.
The danger wasn't limited to that. A meteorite would pass by the earth. Although it wasn't harmful, if the space station couldn't be repaired in time, it would crash into the meteorite tail and be hit by countless small meteorites. If the situation was serious, the space station might even be destroyed!
In the end, my mother, who didn't have time to spacewalk training, wore her own spacesuit and fixed the fault point alone. But because of this, she couldn't avoid a few small meteorites in time. After the fixed rope and breathing tube were broken, she died in the vast space and didn't even bring back her body.
When the astronauts who survived the disaster came back, they only brought back my mother's space pen and the diary she left behind.
After that, the country named my mother a martyr like my father, and took good care of my life. It was precisely because of this that even if my performance in school wasn't good, and even if I repeatedly skipped classes, the school didn't intend to expel me. The astronauts even came to help from time to time, so my life was quite good.
But after learning about my mother's death, the sky that was so dear to me became distant and terrifying.
There was only one reason why I was able to persevere in studying astronomy to this day. Even if the hope was slim, I wanted to become an astronaut, and then personally bring my mother's body floating in the satellite orbit back to Earth for a proper burial.
For this reason, no matter how terrifying the sky is, I will work hard to face it and defeat it!
In the distant night sky, a stream of light cut through the sky and disappeared on the other side of the night like a star.
"Ah, the meteor shower … has begun."
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