As we all know, the last row of the classroom is commonly known as the leisure and entertainment area. In this year, ordinary junior high school students in small towns may not have mobile phones, and parents may not necessarily have them. Playing cards is already one of the most interesting leisure and entertainment activities.
Jiang Xiao was properly arranged in the last row according to his grades and height, and he and Ye Yingying sat in the corner of the professor's last row. Brazenly leaning over, one took out two decks of cards from the schoolbag, and the other took out a dozen packs of spicy and shrimp crackers from the belly of the table, and the four of them gathered together, like having a small party.
Houlin No. 3 Middle School has been divided into fast and slow classes since the first day of junior high school. There are about ten classes in each grade, commonly known as the fast class, the middle class and the slow class. They are rotated every semester. Jiang Xiao fell from the best class to the fifteenth class all the way. In the beginning, he didn't think about the exam during the final exam, but after spending a long time in this environment, his mind really went blank during the senior high school exam, and he couldn't do any questions.
Class 15, the bottom of the thorny class teacher, can't control it. The female teacher in this English class is a gentle and gentle teacher who just graduated. She just needs to finish the class in class. The order depends on her. Not coming.
However, Houlin No. 3 Middle School is relatively strict on the whole. The junior high school students in Class 15 have poor grades, but not too bad. They are sleeping in the front row, reading novels in the middle row, and having a small party in the back row. Lifting the roof does not make trouble for the teacher, Ye Yingying and the others are still very afraid of the fierce dean, at most they just do their own business and don't listen to the lecture, and the voice of playing cards is also suppressed, revealing a trace of respect in the rebellion.
The students are very good at watching people order dishes. If the political teacher is stricter in the next class, Ye Yingying and the others will not dare to play cards. They will change it to a private snack sharing session or a novel sharing session.
Jiang Xiao followed Ye Yingying to find his desk. As soon as he sat on this chair, he slowly remembered the past.
In the past, the four of them got together to fight against landlords, but now Jiang Xiao sat down in his seat in Ye Yingying's ghost-like eyes, opened the English book, and listened carefully.
"Brother Xiao," Ye Yingying asked him, "Are you crazy?"
Jiang Xiao is not crazy, he is carefully evaluating his current level of study which is basically zero.
It is now the first semester of the third year of junior high school, and there is still one year before the senior high school entrance examination. Jiang Xiao has basically forgotten all nine courses. After all, it has been nearly twenty years since middle school life for him. English may be a little better. He had learned it before for business, but it was mainly for application, not for exams, that is, to the level of being able to have a few ordinary conversations.
So for the time being, he doesn't have high demands on himself, as long as he can pass the high school entrance examination, he still has three years to study in high school, and the most important test is the college entrance examination.
Jiang Xiao dropped out of school in his previous life. Firstly, he was helpless because his family had no money. Secondly, he really couldn’t go on studying in that school. When he grew up, he started a business and opened a factory to earn money. Instead, he became more and more worried about the things he didn’t study at that time. Huai, later when the factory went from bad to worse, even though Jiang Xiao had enough money in his hands, that bit of brooding became more obvious.
The so-called certificates of academic qualifications are not the key point. The key point is that people should not give up their studies at any time. Jiang Xiao has many friends, many of them came out to work hard when they were young, but they didn't have a high degree of education, but after they became rich, they went to various business schools. This is more obvious in the education of the next generation. Send your children to the best schools.
When Jiang Xiao's junior high school education developed to a certain level, the constraints became more and more obvious. Even if he made up for it later, the time he missed when he was young was missed after all. When I was young, I recklessly ran out to suffer those unspeakable sufferings.
He will earn money, and will work hard to make his family live a better life, but now he is a student, and he still has a long life. He wants to be like an ordinary child, take the college entrance examination, and go to university. If he has the opportunity, he can also Go to graduate school and live a life that is very different from the previous life.
Everything in this plan starts with serious reading.
In the classroom, the gentle and gentle English teacher has been teaching for ten minutes. Normally speaking, no one in this class will listen carefully. They are all doing their own things. Suddenly there is a student today. Sitting upright, she was teaching new words, pointing to the blackboard and reading: "explore, adventure."
It used to be a one-man show, but this time suddenly a moderate voice came from the last row of the classroom, following her seriously: "explore, adventure."
The students who were sleeping in the classroom were not used to it, so they got up to see which student had gone crazy in the new semester, but when they looked back, it was Jiang Xiao.
That's fine.
Jiang Xiaofang is also a rare thorn in Class 15, no one dares to provoke him, he can do anything anyway.
Ye Yingying had already found a new card player to join, but he was so shocked by Jiang Xiao that he even dropped the cards in his hand.
Crazy, crazy, this world is not normal.
No matter what Jiang Xiao thinks about his deskmate, he took a class and felt that he still has an advantage. His comprehension ability is better than that of ordinary junior high school students, and because of his young body, his memory is better than that of his thirties before rebirth. He read a new text in class three or four times, and he could remember seven or eight.
Jiang Xiao felt that he was not a very smart person, he had an average IQ, and when others commented on him, they all said that he was persistent. He would do anything or love someone, but he would never look back. He was reborn 800 times. The characteristics will not change.
The English teacher was even a little flattered to get the response in the class of Class 15, and she found that the student was not joking, but was following the study seriously.
Moreover, Jiang Xiao asked her for papers after class.
In fact, there is no shortcut to study in junior and senior high schools, just reading books and brushing up questions. Jiang Xiao looked through his schoolbag, and found that the textbooks were all there, but there were no papers. He probably didn’t know where he had thrown the papers that had been handed out before. I didn't find many exercise sets, just one or two here and there.
So after class, Jiang Xiao went to ask the teacher for the papers. Generally speaking, a few more blank papers are printed in case they are not enough. If they are not used, the teacher will put them away. Jiang Xiao wants the previous paper The papers, preferably the first and second grades, he still has time to make up.
The teacher was very kind, and even looked at him with a moved face. Jiang Xiao received a stack of papers at noon, although they were not completely neat, but basically there were papers for every major exam. According to this method, he took advantage of the break to ask all the teachers in class to ask for the papers. Some teachers were a little aggressive, and some asked him why he didn't learn earlier with crooked eyes, but in the end he really gave him the papers. It was delivered in a thick stack.
Jiang Xiao sorted out the papers. He took four classes in the morning. Some classes were a bit endless. After all, some classes required the foundation of the first and second grades of junior high school. He could only use this time to make up as soon as possible.
Ye Yingying ate three or four packs of snacks in the morning, played seven or eight rounds of poker, and finished reading half of the novel. It was another fulfilling and happy morning, but Jiang Xiao was quiet and went to the classroom between classes. With the horrified eyes of everyone, they arranged stacks of papers and put them in the belly of the table.
"Brother Xiao, what's the matter with you?"
It wasn't the first time Ye Yingying asked this question today, but Jiang Xiao was really busy this morning, so he didn't answer carefully. On the way home at noon, he asked again.
"I said, I want to study hard," Jiang Xiao said, "You too, don't be so idle, at this age, when you grow up, you will know how hard it is."
"Why do you talk like my dad?" Ye Yingying scratched her ears, "I told you earlier, I'm different from you, I'm not the material for studying."
Jiang Xiao had very good grades in the first year of junior high school, and he often took the top three exams. He started to study seriously, although it was a bit sudden, but for people in Class 15 like Ye Yingying who have always had poor grades, it seems It's just a glance, and there is no extra touch.
"I'm not just talking about reading, but it's always good to learn more at this time."
Jiang Xiao sighed, and he didn't want to say anything more. Ye Yingying's family and school teachers have said countless times about persuasion. Young people nowadays are stubborn, just like him at that time, and they won't just because of Change in a few words.
"But you are good at drawing," Jiang Xiao looked at the big devil on his school uniform, and added, "If you don't want to study, learning to draw is better than playing all day long."
"Isn't painting just for fun?" Ye Yingying grinned, "You reminded me, I promised the people in Class 14 to paint his school uniform in the afternoon."
Jiang Xiao wanted to say something more, but Ye Yingying saw someone at this moment, pulled his sleeve excitedly, and changed the subject: "Look, Brother Xiao, Lin Qingyu!"
Who
After so many years, Jiang Xiao doesn't remember everything about junior high school, he was pulled by Ye Yingying, and looked at a girl who just walked out of the school gate, tall and thin, with long straight hair, pure and innocent first love face.
Seeing this face, he remembered a little.
Lin Qingyu is the school belle of Houlin No. 3 Middle School. She is currently in the second year of junior high school. She is a very beautiful girl. She can't hide her beauty even in a loose and fat school uniform.
There seems to be a reason for Ye Yingying to be so excited, because Jiang Xiao chased after her.
He was young at that time, and he hadn't felt the matter of sexuality carefully, it was only because Lin Qingyu was good-looking, and falling in love was the first thing in the rebellious behavior of adolescence, Jiang Xiao just wanted to chase after the school girl, thinking that he was so different, although In the end, I didn't catch up.
Lin Qingyu doesn't like him. She has good grades and a strict family education, and she won't fall in love with someone like Jiang Xiao. After passing junior high school, the two of them naturally have no intersection.
The two of them didn't even count as their first love. Jiang Xiao was just confused at that time, and he didn't really like it. It was normal to think of this girl for a while, but he was probably very annoying at that time, chasing girls and running every day. .
Jiang Xiao was a little embarrassed thinking of this, he touched his nose, and wanted to drag Ye Yingying a little further away.
He has had enough of emotional suffering, and he doesn't plan to do it again in this life. But he let others go, and they didn't intend to let him go.
Lin Qingyu is not alone, there is a boy standing next to her, who looks a lot like her, Jiang Xiao also knows Lin Heyuan from Class 1 of the third grade, and Lin Qingyu is brother and sister. The school girl saw Jiang Xiao, frowned delicately, then lowered her head and said something to her brother, Jiang Xiao saw Lin Heyuan coming forward, blocking his way.
Jiang Xiao: "...what are you doing?"
"Don't give my sister such messy things in the future, she finds it very annoying." Lin Heyuan threw an unopened box into Jiang Xiao's arms, and warned him by the way, "If this happens again, I will let you eat it." Can't walk around."
Jiang Xiao looked down and saw that this should be a gift he forced to give to the girl before. There was a rendering on the box. It was a heart-shaped cup. When hot water was poured into it, the small lights embedded in the glass would emit colorful lights. It's like a bad ktv light ball.
So dirty, so ugly, especially ugly.
Jiang Xiao couldn't do it in embarrassment, he turned out to be such a silly straight boy in the third year of junior high school.
Lin Heyuan is also a standard good student. No matter how cold his face is, he is just a young junior high school student. Jiang Xiao used to be a classmate with him when his grades were good before. He was not very familiar with him, but he knew him, so naturally he did not I would get angry with him for these harsh words, and besides, I had indeed given ugly gifts to my sister.
At this moment, Lin He looked at the person in front of him. Jiang Xiao was a well-known thorn, tall, and many people in the most chaotic Class 15 feared him. Lin He had seen this person fight with other people before. , very fierce, like a wolf cub, he was vigilant against this person who would become angry and do something, ready to fight back at any time.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiao, who was a bit fierce in his eyes, scratched his head, stuffed the box into his schoolbag, and smiled at him. Little Huya was not fierce at all, but rather cute.
"I'm sorry, little classmate," Jiang Xiao said, "Then I won't be like this from now on."
Lin Heyuan's prepared momentum was suddenly useless at this time, and he even felt at a loss for a moment.
... Jiang Xiao, who is he called, a little classmate