Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

It was noon when I came back from sweeping the tomb.

Aunt Fat prepared lunch. After eating dinner, Huang Mingzhe turned on his laptop and checked the international gold price and other news.

He saw several news about himself.

"Little Fresh Meat and Shengmei Company Officially Terminate the Contract", "The PY Transaction Behind the Contract Termination", "Director Ma Lingdong's Posts Blame the Newcomers"...

hehe!Huang Mingzhe shook his head and sneered, really relentlessly groping in the dark. Regarding these clowns, he remembered them one by one, and when the time came, he would ask them to settle the final score. He was not a person who could tolerate it.

Closing the laptop, he looked at the textbook. Although he has decades of experience, it doesn't mean he can sit back and relax.

With the help of the memory storage function, he can read almost every page at a glance, and it takes him less than half an hour to read a book. In just one afternoon, he completed the Chinese and English courses from the first to the third year of senior high school.

At this time, [High School Chinese (100%)] and [High School English (100%)] are displayed on his retina screen.

In fact, his Chinese and English are not bad.

The former has the advantage of his mother tongue, coupled with his decades of decadent reading of literary works, his language skills are still very solid.

The latter is the result of trainee training. After all, Xiao Xianrou can speak Mandarin, but he must be able to sing English songs. Otherwise, how can he win the Chinese Music Award?

In the evening, he exploded until almost twelve o'clock, and finished high school mathematics, high school physics, and high school chemistry, leaving only one subject of high school biology unfinished.

After forming a body of knowledge, Huang Mingzhe can master this knowledge, and high school topics are easy for him.

However, he is not without shortcomings, because part of the knowledge in junior high school is incomplete, which makes some parts of his knowledge system difficult to coherent, and there will be a sense of jerky.

He needs to find time to supplement the knowledge of junior high school. As long as he completes the supplement of the knowledge system, the college entrance examination is just a trivial matter.

In the study room, there are also the textbooks he left behind from junior high school, which were kept by his mother, and he didn't expect it to come in handy again.

I looked at my watch and found that it was already early.

He went to the balcony to put away his school uniform. This was his high school uniform. He tried it on and it was a little tight, which may be the reason for his physical growth in the past two years.

Fortunately, the design of domestic school uniforms has an advantage, that is, it is large, and Huang Mingzhe does not feel too uncomfortable wearing it.

He took off his school uniform, changed into pajamas, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

Chapter 8 Girls' feelings are always poetry

The first ray of sunlight in the morning looms through the curtains.

The handsome young man yawned, rubbing his eyes with one hand and pressing to stop the jingling alarm clock with the other.

Daily washing, breakfast is meat buns and soy milk.

"Aunt Fat, I'm going to school, and I eat at school at noon, so I don't need to cook for me."

"Be careful on the road, Ah Zhe."

"Ok."

Carrying a large bag of textbooks, Huang Mingzhe tidied up his appearance in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. His bangs and cool hairstyle before had turned into a straight cut.

But the real handsome guy can be handsome with any hairstyle, without the cover of cosmetics, Huang Mingzhe has changed from a soft and tender boy to a sunny boy.

Riding a small electric donkey against the sea breeze, the sun is just rising in the east at this time, and the sunshine in April is extraordinarily gentle, like a young girl in love, not as aggressive as midwinter, nor as hot as summer and autumn.

The small coastal town has its own style. Perhaps Shanmei is not as smart and capable as Pengcheng, but the slow-paced life makes it easier to feel happy.

The small electric donkey shuttled between the roads. Apart from the students preparing to go to school on both sides of the road, there were piles of light blue clothes, employees of the electronics factory.

After hosting the eDonkey in the parking lot opposite the school, Huang Mingzhe walked to the campus with a large bag of textbooks.

At the school gate, many small breakfast vendors are operating, selling steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, pancakes, egg-filled pancakes, and Chinese-style hamburgers.

After a pause, a youthful and beautiful figure appeared in front of him.

"Morning, Wenna."

"Mingzhe, have you had breakfast?" the girl asked shyly.

Glancing at the kraft paper bag in the girl's hand, Huang Mingzhe smiled and said, "Not yet, you want to treat me to breakfast"

"This is what my mother left over, you don't mind..."

Huang Mingzhe grabbed the kraft paper bag: "I don't dislike it, I like the things Aunt Li made the most."

Opening the kraft paper bag, there were two pineapple buns and a bottle of Vitasoy. He ate the pineapple buns, but after a few mouthfuls, Huang Mingzhe paused.

"Isn't it delicious?" Chen Wenna asked nervously.

"I don't think it tastes better than what Aunt Li made before. It seems that Aunt Li's level has skyrocketed!" Huang Mingzhe finished with a smile and continued eating pineapple buns.

"Really!" Chen Wenna looked away with some embarrassment.

One of them was eating a pineapple bun, the other was quietly holding a book, and they walked quietly on the campus like this.

Turning the corner, not far away is the senior high school teaching building.

Suddenly a basketball slammed into Huang Mingzhe.

Many girls covered their mouths, watching this sudden scene in astonishment.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Mingzhe's sports knowledge was stimulated, and he immediately dropped the book bag with his left hand, and firmly grabbed the basketball.

However, the impact of the basketball made him squint his eyes, and then he turned his palm slightly, and the basketball spun directly on his middle finger.

While slowly nibbling pineapple buns, he turned around and faced the basketball court. Several boys were staring at Huang Mingzhe in astonishment. One of them was a guy with short hair and glasses, with a slightly hostile look in his eyes.

Huang Mingzhe had a panoramic view of the expressions of several people, although he was baffled by the hostility of the man with glasses, he smiled and said: "Student, basketball is not played like this."

Immediately, with a light throw, the basketball drew a perfect parabola and passed through the blue frame without any hindrance. The basketball hit the plastic floor, bounced a few times, and slowly rolled to the feet of the man in glasses.

The people around were dumbfounded. Whether it was luck or not, it really surprised people to be able to throw a basketball into the blue frame more than ten meters away.

But for the other party, this is a direct slap in the face.

The man with glasses blushed, glared at Huang Mingzhe and shouted, "Would you like to play?"

I looked at my watch, it was only 32:[-], and there was still more than half an hour before class: "I am willing to accompany you, but who is willing to form a temporary team with me?"

"I'll do it." A boy with a round face who was running walked into the basketball court.

"Count me in." Not far away, the hedgehog leaned against the big tree, put away the book, and jumped into the basketball court.

Huang Mingzhe looked around, and many of them had twinkling eyes, obviously worried about the man with glasses: "Then let's have a three-person half game!"