In fact, local information portals have been marked by policies since their inception. Many information networks like Chengdu are the first entry point for netizens to access the Internet. At the beginning, traffic was imported through operators, and the bosses were basically "insiders" of local telecommunications and governments. New users who install broadband are basically told that there is such a website. Most portals rely on this kind of traffic to make profits by posting advertisements on their homepages.
When CQ's instant messaging took control of the traffic, they wanted to do it again in this way. In fact, it was just the struggle of local portals to inevitably degenerate as the times progressed.
The main reason is the backward management, marketing and development model of the past. Local portals are no longer able to adapt to the rapidly growing needs of netizens and changes in the Internet environment.
But this does not mean that the existence of local portals is backward. Local people still have demands for local hot information, trivial matters, work, food, drink and entertainment. Therefore, in the future, portals such as Tonglang will basically divert traffic from local sites and snatch most of the traffic from local information networks. Only a few particularly powerful information networks exist like independent stones in the river of the Internet.
The more he watched from the other side, the more Cheng Ran could feel the importance of thinking style, which was no different from computer algorithm thinking. The success of a business model and the discovery of business opportunities were essentially about finding the best solution in the social model, and making higher judgments and prospects without being bound by the actual environment. He wanted to see the mountains in the distance instead of being confined to the canyon. All of these required keen perception and a large amount of information collection to form intuition.
This is also the ability that needs to be cultivated most after one's own prophetic ability.
This provides an important basis for making accurate judgments even when one loses the ability to foresee due to the changes caused by the butterfly effect.
Although the No. 10 Middle School alumni reunion experienced an unpleasant episode, fortunately, the group of people may have encountered business problems in the end, so they dispersed in a hurry and it did not affect everyone's mood too much.
Unlike Qin Qian who finally found an opportunity to chat with Cheng Ran, Yang Xia was still chatting with his friends from his previous class. He occasionally made eye contact with Cheng Ran, but did not take the initiative to talk to him.
Cheng Ran came back the day before yesterday, and Yang Xia returned to Chengdu yesterday. Now they all live in houses in the new area of the staff quarters. Although they live in the same community, they didn't see each other when they came back. They also prepared things the day before, and there was a class reunion the next day.
"Are you sure it has nothing to do with you?" When no one was paying attention, Qin Qian winked at Cheng Ran in a low voice, which was quite spiritual. "Then you just openly wished him bad luck. I always feel that this is a conspiracy."
Cheng Ran laughed and said, "Do you really think I have magical powers? Can I bring bad luck to others with just one sentence?"
"I wouldn't believe it if it was anyone else..." Qin Qian looked at him with a fox-like gaze, "But if it's you... I really think it's possible."
Cheng Ran laughed and said, "You are my crazy fan."
"No," Qin Qian shook her head, looking cute and playful, teasing him, her expression extremely charming, "I am the image ambassador and honorary president of Tsinghua Tianxing Society. I am also a smart and clever little squirrel and bunny girl. Next time, maybe I will be called Qin Xiaomao, or Qin Xiaowang... Anyway, you order the food and I pay the bill."
Cheng Ran stood up, moved a table, and patted Zhang Ping's shoulder, "I'll sit with you."
Zhang Ping exclaimed, and tore off a piece of paper and handed it to him, "Cheng Ran, the weather is cold and dry now, and the capillaries are prone to rupture. You need to drink more water. I see that there is blood in your nose..."
Many people looked over after hearing Zhang Ping's exclamation, and some even started to make a noise, "Qin Qian, you are too charming!"
Yang Xia, who was talking to someone, frowned in confusion, while Qin Qian's smile became more seductive.
Cheng Ran patted Zhang Ping on the shoulder, his expression very serious, "Zhang Ping, don't be so honest..."
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"Old Sun called back. He, Egghead, and Old White all have classes and can't come over until after class. He said if we're bored, we can just go to No. 10 Middle School to meet them. Oh, and he specifically said that if Cheng Ran is going to come over, it'd be best if he can give a talk to the students in his class when they return to school and set an example!"
"Ah, No. 10 Middle School hasn't had a holiday yet?"
"The holiday is on the 9th, which is 7 days later than our university."
Universities usually have early holidays, but classes are still being held at No. 10 Middle School.
This time, the alumni association of No. 10 Middle School was attended by several classmates who were usually active and had close relationships. The former head teachers of their classes were also invited. Today is Friday, and the former teachers still have teaching assignments. Some people present were planning to go to No. 10 Middle School, while some were playing cards or had activities and did not go. Cheng Ran also went because he was chosen by his former head teacher Sun Hui.
About ten people, including Yang Xia, Qin Qian, and two others, all students from Tsinghua University and Peking University, could not avoid going to No. 10 Middle School together.
The bus ride from here to No. 10 Middle School only takes about ten minutes. Ten people got on the bus and arrived at No. 10 Middle School. Because the school was still in class, the gate was closed and the guard room was on duty. However, Vice Principal Zhang Shu had received the news and was waiting at the door. He welcomed everyone in and said with a smile, "Welcome students to come back to visit our alma mater!"
Then Zhang Shu said to Cheng Ran, "Cheng Ran, Cheng Ran, how are you doing? Are you doing well in college? HKUST is also a good school. Are you not falling behind in your studies?!"
Cheng Ran nodded, "Not bad."
Zhang Shu smiled slightly, "Oh, your teacher Sun Hui's class this afternoon has been turned into a class meeting, and he wants you to go and give a speech. After all, you are the top scorer last year. Share your learning experience with your classmates. You are a role model!"
It was the end of get out of class time, and No. 10 Middle School was crowded with people, bustling with activity, which made everyone returning to their alma mater quite moved.
Sun Hui also came over and saw several people from Cheng Ran and Zhang Ping's class. He called them to go to their class meeting, the theme of which was to introduce and share their learning experiences.
Facing this old head teacher, Cheng Ran certainly could not accept being refused, and he and Zhang Ping went to the class currently taught by Sun Hui.
The rest of the people got in touch with the repeater classes or people who were in the lower grade but they knew each other through clubs, interest groups or student activities. Everyone else either found their own friends, met with their former teachers, chatted, or had free time.
Cheng Ran talked to the students in Sun Hui's current class about the boring life in HKUST and how to study more efficiently, winning a lot of applause. After class, Sun Hui had to talk to a few students, packed up his office, and asked Cheng Ran and the others to wait for him at the door before going to the dinner of the No. 10 Middle School alumni association.
Their return to school today became widely known this afternoon.
Cheng Ran, Zhang Ping and others were walking on the road, and the students on the road were talking about it, "It is said that our No. 10 Middle School has beautiful girls! The two Tsinghua seniors who returned to school today are really good-looking!"
"Qin Qian and Senior Sister Yang Xia... I know. I was in the first year of high school at that time, and I heard of Qin Qian's reputation..."
"Yang Xia is not bad either... It's a pity that if she was in the same grade as me, I would definitely be able to pursue her..."
"If you can get into Tsinghua University, it's not too late."
"I'm still ten points short. I can try to get into the same school as my senior..."
"I'm afraid I won't dare to do it after I get on..."
"Haha, did you finish the chemistry test today? Twenty-three questions are extremely difficult..."
Such sounds passed by, carrying with them the restlessness of youth.
Cheng Ran and others walked to the administrative building and saw Yang Xia and a group of men and women coming from the other side. They waved to each other and then met in front of a flower bed.
There is a strange phenomenon here. The main trunk of a big banyan tree is split into two halves, making the already forked canopy even more branched. No. 10 Middle School put up wooden poles under the two forked main branches for support.
Cheng Ran and a few others were looking at the tree, and some high school students' conversations could be heard passing by.
"This tree was like this two years ago. It was struck by lightning during the college entrance examination last year..."
"Yes, there is a rumor that a senior class teacher said that this must be the number one student going through a tribulation! He really did go through a tribulation. Last year, the number one student in science was from our No. 10 Middle School... His name was Cheng Ran."
"Now the school treasures this tree very much. The principal thinks it is the Feng Shui tree of No. 10 Middle School and regularly inspects the hygiene here. Now many people offer apple milk every time they have an exam, which is not right. Once someone was found hanging a red ribbon on the branch, and the principal was furious..."
Zhang Ping, Yang Xia and others looked at Cheng Ran standing aside, and they all felt inexplicably excited and magical.
But... this is feudal superstition.
Yes! The story of the Condor Heroes, which only their generation knew, has passed, but the legend of the top scholar's ascension to heaven has been preserved because of the remains of this tree.
Then another voice came, "But that number one scholar is nothing special. His name is Cheng Ran, he was in the newspaper, he has a problem with his brain, he gave up Tsinghua University and Peking University and went to USTC, so, he read too much and became stupid, that's what it is."
Everyone looked at Cheng Ran again, and he was now trying hard not to laugh out loud.
Yang Xia looked at Cheng Ran with a meaningful smile. She and Qin Qian were still in contact with the students in No. 10 Middle School. The one who came to accompany them to visit the school was from the broadcasting club. She had a good relationship with Qin Qian in the past, and now she was pulling them to the broadcasting studio next door to prepare for the broadcast before evening self-study.
Anyway, it’s close, and we just need to wait for people to gather, so it’s okay to go over and play, but that’s an activity for girls, so Cheng Ran and the other boys didn’t go.
After a while, the campus radio came on and the announcer smiled and said, "Before we start broadcasting today, we invited a senior from Tsinghua University who has returned to campus to chat with you and cheer up all the students. Now I'm going to hand the microphone over to senior Yang Xia."
Those who were walking on the road, standing and chatting, coming out of the classroom, taking lunch boxes to get food, and in the restaurant were all listening attentively.
Then, the female voice that everyone found very pleasant and magnetic rang out, "Ah... I wasn't prepared. Junior Sister was playing a joke on me, and I got scared..."
There were bursts of laughter from all over the campus. Some people whistled.
But the female voice was not timid. "Although I am not prepared, I will still say a few words to you. I will not talk about studying hard, but I went back to school today and was very touched. Suddenly I thought of something I said to someone back then, which I really liked..."
What are the words and who is it
Countless people have ears as pointed as those of night elves.
Some people were looking up and looking out the window.
Those who have lived here before and the people I have met here may also have many stories.
So now, Senior, it’s time to tell those stories.
Exciting, envious, excited! Voyeuristic!
“Youth is a handful of change, which happens to buy a can of beer. You drink it up in the evening, say goodbye with a smile, and leave with red eyes.”
"I graduated that year too... Yes, we said goodbye to each other with red eyes and even tears. There were many things I wanted to do but didn't do, which became regrets at that time. I hope that my juniors will live up to their youth and the hard times they are experiencing now, and work hard towards their goals bravely and firmly. If there are some things you are destined to regret not saying, say them now. Don't be like me."
"Yes... My name is Yang Xia. Cheng Ran, I'm very happy to have met you like that."
The sky was high and clear, with a low pressure area passing quietly.
The sounds of worldly life were now heard from the previously quiet corners of the school.