On the slogan written in the lower right corner of the blackboard, there are XX days before the college entrance examination, the number part is getting shorter and shorter.
The last battle is coming, and the fifth class students are caught up in the busyness they have never had before.
The questions in the new textbook are complex, and nearly 50% of the content is different from the old review materials in the school. This is quite difficult for the students in Class 5 who have not had a good foundation. However, Lin Jingzhe had various advanced studies in his last life as an adult. He had already mastered the essence of rote memorization, and teenage children had excellent memory. Therefore, the final result of this enhanced version of the test-taking cramming was actually much better than he had imagined.
However, I have to mention that the leaders of the First Lieutenant Colonel have a very subtle attitude towards this.
No one came to stop Hu Yu's new review plan, and no one showed approval and cooperation. After the conflict in the scope of review, the teachers of other subjects also refused to accept changing the teaching content, and each class became more and more perfunctory, and finally gradually evolved into a state of collective self-study and self-taught for students. Li Yurong's name quickly disappeared from the list of teachers in Class 5, and the English class in Class 5 was really cancelled with Li Yurong's disappearance.
At the end of the corridor on this floor, the class closest to the toilet seems to have truly become invisible, and it has been completely excluded from the scope of the promotion rate plan of the leaders of the First Middle School.
Gao Sheng told Lin Jingzhe that he had met his mother, Hu Yu, crying secretly while preparing for lessons at home.
However, Hu Yu didn't know that this disorganized learning state, which was equivalent to humiliation for her, fell into the hands of the "marginal teenagers" in her class who were originally out of their own way. Compared with teachers, they are more accepting of their peers who have no generation gap with them. Therefore, during this period of time, under the leadership of Lin Jingzhe, their enthusiasm for learning was extremely high. Even Lin Jingzhe often couldn't control his scolding in class, but it became his mature, handsome and more convincing performance.
When Lin Jingzhe came down from the podium, the classmates who were scolded by him for being too inefficient were still immersed in his arrogance when he was angry. Even Zhou Haitang, who was most afraid of learning, was diligently copying formulas. As soon as he was seated, Deng Mai at the front table turned around with his handsome face that was a little dark, and leaned closer to whisper gossip: "Hey, did you know that Jiang Run from the first class was beaten outside!"
Jiang Run has not come to class for several days.
It is rare for a student who dares to miss so many days at this time of intense study. In addition, Li Yurong, the head teacher of the class, refuses to disclose the reason for his absence, and all kinds of speculations arose in the school for a while. , there is an accident at home, and even transfer to another school, you can say anything, Deng Mai is the one that is closest to the truth.
Lin Jingzhe glanced at the frowning expression on the black face, and unhurriedly arranged his desktop: "How do you know?"
"I told you not to tell anyone." Deng Maiji looked around and lowered his voice, "My dad is the deputy director of our city's public security bureau, and he told me last night!"
Lin Jingzhe was a little surprised. He had never heard of this, but if there was any leak, the school leaders would not let Deng Mai sit in this classroom.
However, this explains why Deng Mai later generations can monopolize the operation of bars in Liyun City and several neighboring cities.
"Don't tell me." Deng Mai repeated it again, and then put on a tacit understanding, "Brother Lin, you did it!"
Lin Jingzhe ignored him, and Deng Mai simply left his seat and stuck to Lin Jingzhe's side: "I knew it must be you~~~"
As soon as he got close, Lin Jingzhe frowned, and his serious eyes pierced in the past: "What nonsense? Have you mastered the impulse and momentum formulas!"
"Tsk, Brother Lin, don't do it." Deng Mai immediately relented, pulled away from a safe distance, and smiled sternly, "I really don't like reading, so don't force me to do this. I just wanted to say, I never I heard from my dad that Jiang Run had joined a gang, and the Public Security Bureau even filed a case. You said you beat him, can the members of their gang agree? Let's go together."
"Jiang Run joined the gang?" Lin Jingzhe didn't remember such a thing in his memory, "What gang?"
"Qinglong Gang!" Deng Mai looked cautious, "That group of people can be arrogant, especially their boss Zhang Long, a man, who has black hair here and a tattoo."
Deng Mai competed from his neck, and from his chest to his shoulders, and lowered his voice with concern: "Brother Lin, when you meet them, don't be brave, run as fast as you can, hurry up. Contact the police, these people are killing people without blinking an eye!"
"..." Lin Jingzhe was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Thank you, I understand."
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Jiang Run, who was rumored to have joined the city's largest gang, was lying on the hospital bed.
He hasn't had a good night's sleep since being hospitalized - frightened.
The pain in his body was enough to kill his will, and every time he fell asleep, the scene where Lin Jingzhe restrained Qinglong and opened his neck would come again as scheduled. After a few days, he was so frightened that he couldn't close his eyes.
While his mother, Jiang Xiaoyun, was washing her face in tears, she received a call from her sister, Jiang Chacha, from the provincial capital.
Jiang Cha Cha has been waiting for the news of Antique, but Li Yun has made no progress at all. The latest land planning project in the provincial capital is about to be launched. Qiqing Real Estate intends to participate in the bidding, but the scale is not enough and the competitiveness is not strong, and the hope is very slim.
She had to urge her brother and sister to act as soon as possible.
Jiang Xiaoyun's depressed state startled her. Jiang Qiaqia asked carefully and figured out the root cause. Only then did she find out that her nephew was hospitalized and even shot herself in the foot with a stone. You actually listened to a child's opinion!"
Jiang Xiaoyun also has grievances: "Is it time to be held accountable?"
Li Yun still needs Jiang Xiaoyun's attention. At this time, Jiang Cha Cha didn't want to anger her teammates. Seeing that she was in a bad mood on the phone, she immediately changed her way of coping, and her voice became full of comfort: "Okay, okay, I'm not that one. Meaning, in fact, you are looking at the problem in the right direction, but there is something wrong with the implementation."
Jiang Xiaoyun asked, "What should I do now?"
Jiang Qia pondered for a while: "Give me the contact information of Section Chief Wang, the planning project is about to start, and he must be stabilized first anyway."
"But it's not like you don't know about him. If you don't see a rabbit, you won't spread an eagle. If you don't have an antique, he won't help."
Jiang Chacha's thinking is much clearer than her: "What are you afraid of, the antique is there, can you still escape?"
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That night, at the dinner of Section Chief Wang, a new pair of hosts were replaced.
The most luxurious high-rise banquet box of the People's Hotel in the provincial capital is magnificent from the ceiling to the floor. There are only three people sitting in an area of nearly 100 square meters. But seemed to lack interest.
Qi Qing was very surprised that his wife knew such a key person. He carefully approached Section Chief Wang, but the other party didn't want to pay attention to him. He only took a sip of the wine he was offering, and squinted at the pair. The loyal eyes stared at Jiang Chacha: "Manager Jiang, I'm very busy, let's get into the theme as soon as possible."
Jiang Cha is really good-looking, with a slender figure and a suitable dress, her eyes are filled with wisdom and cuteness, and her demeanor is generous: "Senior Wang, why are you in a hurry, those antiques should be yours, and none of them can escape. ."
"Should it be mine?" Chief Wang lowered his face and snorted softly, "I don't think the situation is what you said, right? Chairman Jiang, who knows the real estate, has already told me that those antiques are long ago. Has it been transferred through legal inheritance?"
Jiang Chacha smiled slightly: "So what?"
Section Chief Wang frowned and waited for the following.
Jiang Qia Qia said with confidence: "The inheritance method is legal, does it mean that the source of the antique is legal?"
Section Chief Wang's eyes suddenly lit up: "You mean...?"
"The Municipal Bureau of Cultural Relics still needs some help from Section Chief Wang, but everyone's concerted efforts are all contributing to the loss of cultural relics in our city!" Jiang Chacha met his eyes, very gentle, "Senior Wang, be patient with your heart, and slowly figure it out."
"Hahahaha!!" Section Chief Wang, whose face was not yin or yang for the whole meal, finally wanted to understand where the joints were. He laughed loudly, admiring the seemingly incompetent woman in front of him for a while. He stood up and happily picked up the cup of Maotai that Qi Qingjing had just touched but only touched his lips, and said to Jiang Cha-chha: "Manager Jiang is indeed a hero in women's middle school, this cup of wine, my king respects you! "
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At the same time, a silver plane cut through the night sky at the airport of the capital of Qunan Province.
Fang Lao was helped down the stairs, and there were already a number of cars waiting on the tarmac. In the strong wind, he waved away the people who were helping him, and smiled helplessly at the people who had been waiting by the car for a long time: "If you say you don't want to engage in such battles, you just don't listen."
The tall middle-aged man at the head showed a calm smile: "Old Fang, this is already very low-key, I only informed the group of senior brothers in the leadership team. I heard that you are coming to Qunnan, but you can scare them. A jump."
"Mr. Fang, Secretary Zheng, it's windy outside, let's not stay too long, let's get in the car first." A slightly fatter middle-aged man behind opened the car door with a smile, reaching out to cover the top of Fang Lao's head, known as Secretary Zheng The middle-aged man personally helped Fang Lao to get into the car, then the door closed and waited for a while.
In the car, the driver was sweating on his forehead, but he didn't dare to look at it. He heard Secretary Zheng in the back seat complaining: "Old Fang, you are too willful, you just leave if you leave Yanshi. , and brought so many people, if there is an accident along the way, how do you ask me to explain to Yan City?"
Fang Lao laughed and said: "My old bones are not as useless as you think. Let's make it clear. I have to go to Liyun and only stay in Qunnan City for one day."
Secretary Zheng shook his head: "Your passion for antiques is really like a day for decades."
"It's not just about that." Fang Lao restrained his smile, and his expression became serious, "Cunzhi, the loss of cultural relics in your Qunnan has reached a level that has to be taken seriously."
Secretary Zheng was silent for a moment, then sighed: "I know this, but there are so many things behind it, and the province wants to attack, and there is still no suitable opportunity."
Fang Lao stared at him, his old face full of kindness and wisdom: "Isn't the opportunity here?"
Secretary Zheng was stunned for a moment, then realized something: "You mean...?"
Fang Laoyan said that, patted him on the shoulder, nodded and smiled.