Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

A good seedling emerged in Dahe Village. The boy from the Song family at the head of the village was very good at studying. Others had to pay money to study, but he not only did not have to pay, but the school leaders also used money to let him go to school.

The Song family boy is in the third year of junior high school this year and will take the high school entrance exam in a few months.

The school leaders said that as long as he was admitted to the No. 1 middle school in the city, he would be given a bonus of 5,000 yuan. I heard that the person who gets first place in the middle school entrance examination can get a scholarship of up to 50,000 yuan.

Wow, that’s 50,000 yuan!

The Song couple didn't dare to let Song Qiaoyang work anymore. They just asked him to concentrate on his studies and make sure he got first place in the exam.

Song Laosan was working in the fields, and a passerby asked him, "Why can't I see your Yangwazi?"

Song Lao San glared and said, "What Yang kid? My son is called Song Qiaoyang. He will be a talented man who gets the first place in the exam. How can he come to work in the fields?"

Song Qiaoyang was a child he bought. The couple named the child at first, but the child kept crying after hearing the new name. The couple had no choice but to ask a fortune teller to tell their fortune. The fortune teller said that the name could not be changed and it was best to use the original name.

It just so happened that there were words on the clothes Song Qiaoyang was wearing, so the two of them asked a fortune teller to look at them, and the fortune teller gave him the name Song Qiaoyang.

Among a bunch of names like Ergou, Daya and Sanzhuzi, the name Song Qiaoyang is very elegant.

Just like his name, he was out of place in Dahe Village. With his handsome appearance and smart mind, he didn't look like Song Laosan's son at all.

When someone questioned it, Song Laosan took a hoe and made a scene, swearing that the child was his biological son. Of course, few people believed him.

The man smiled and said nothing.

Everyone in Dahe Village knew that the Song couple treated their child harshly. The child had never had enough food to eat since he was young, but he had to work hard.

If the country hadn't implemented nine-year compulsory education, Song Qiaoyang might not have had the opportunity to go to school.

It's because this kid is hardworking and good at studying, otherwise he would still be working in the fields.

"How come you only ranked second? Song Qiaoyang, did you study hard? I didn't let you do any work during this period, and this is how you repay me?"

Song Laosan crumpled up the report card and threw it at Song Qiaoyang's face, his face turning red with anger.

The fourteen-year-old boy was thin and gloomy, with slightly long hair covering his eyes and pale lips that were dry and chapped.

He lowered his head, his back straight as a pine tree, and the loose school uniform made him look even thinner, almost like a skeleton.

He listened silently to Song Laosan's abuse, was beaten, and finally locked in a room to do homework.

"You are not allowed to eat today. If you don't get first place in the next exam, I will teach you a lesson!"

This is the woodshed in the house, which is piled with a lot of sundries. He cleared out a clean space in the corner and put a wooden bed on it. After drawing the curtain, it became his room.

There were a lot of books and materials piled up around him, and a table with missing legs and a few red bricks pressed on it became his desk.

Song Qiaoyang unfolded and smoothed the report card, looking at the glaring ranking on it. For a moment he doubted himself: Did he really slack off?

The first place in this baseline test was named Gu Ling.

He devoted himself to his studies and was always the top student in the school. In order to keep his top spot, he would pay attention to the results of the second and third place students. The competition for the latter two positions was fierce and there were occasional changes, but he had never heard of the name Gu Ling before.

He has always been the top student in the school with a clear margin. His highest score was 150 points higher than the second place, and usually there was a gap of about 90 points.

But this time, Gu Ling took away his first place by one point.

He didn't know whether this was accidental or inevitable. If it was the latter...

He thought that his days ahead might not be easy.

At five o'clock in the morning, Song Qiaoyang put two big steamed buns into a plastic bag, put on his schoolbag and went to school.

Aoki Middle School is in the town, and Dahe Village is far away. People in the village only go to the town on market days.

Song Qiaoyang spends four hours every day commuting between school and Dahe Village.

School starts at seven in the morning, so he leaves home at five. Over time, his steps become faster and he can get there in an hour and a half, and he can use the remaining half hour to review his lessons.

The high school entrance exam is approaching. At 6:30, there are already students in the classroom studying while eating breakfast, but there are more students who come to class on time.

The aroma of food carried through the air into Song Qiaoyang's nose. He unscrewed the plastic water cup he had brought with him and gulped down most of it. When his stomach barely stopped making any noise, he began to read.

At 7:30, morning self-study ended and the students were lying on the tables half-dead. A scream rang out in the classroom, followed by a group of people rushing to the door.

"Gu Ling, what's delicious today?"

"I want two meat buns!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't push, don't push, I was here first!"

Song Qiaoyang didn't pay attention to these things at first, but the two words "Gu Ling" attracted his attention.

He looked up and saw a group of people gathered at the door. He waited for a while, and when he thought there were fewer people around, he went out through the back door and saw the scene outside clearly.

A tall and thin girl was carrying several huge plastic bags filled with breakfast items such as steamed buns and fried dough sticks, which were almost sold out at this moment.

Yes, sell.

About a few months ago, there suddenly appeared a classmate selling breakfast in the school. Every morning after the morning self-study get out of class, he would carry breakfast to various classrooms to sell, and his business was very good.

The student population of Aoki Junior High School is average. Most of the students come here just to get by. Some are forced to come because of the compulsory education policy, and some do not want to study and are waiting to go to a technical school after graduation. In short, there are very few students who simply want to continue their studies and go to high school.

These people come to class on time every day and have no time to buy breakfast. The school canteen only has snacks. Therefore, Gu Ling's business is very good and he can basically sell out every day.

Song Qiaoyang has always known about this, but he only started paying attention to this person today -

The one who stole his first place.

The girl named Gu Ling was very pretty, with smooth black hair tied behind her head. She had a slightly cold expression, and her simple school uniform outlined her beautiful figure.

She took the breakfast in one hand and collected the money in the other. Some students reached out to take the breakfast without waiting for her to give the change. She simply waved their hands away, rolled her eyes, and said coldly and threateningly: "Wait, or I'll beat you up."

The man was not angry. The classmates next to him laughed and scolded him, and the whole group of people were laughing and making a lot of noise.

It was very strange. Gu Ling had a cold face and would occasionally say a few words, but her aura matched well with the people around her and did not seem abrupt.

When some people joke with her, she will laugh and scold them, and seems to be very easy to get along with.

The last classmate left. Gu Ling folded the plastic bag and when he looked up, he saw a young man standing in front of him.

He was so thin that he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him away, and he exuded a gloomy and withdrawn temperament.

His hair was messy and a little long, almost covering most of his face. He stood there looking at her motionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gu Ling walked over: "Do you want to buy breakfast?"

Song Qiaoyang lowered his head almost instantly. He fiddled with the hem of his school uniform with his fingers and said in a whisper: "No."

He had no money to buy breakfast, and even his lunch consisted of two leftover steamed buns in his schoolbag.

Everyone was wearing school uniforms, so it was hard to tell. Gu Ling looked down and saw his slightly worn army green cloth shoes, and suddenly he understood something.

This type of shoes is dirt-resistant, sturdy, and most importantly, cheap, but the style is really average. Young people who already know how to love beauty and look cool don’t like it, so only our parents and grandparents still wear it.

Gu Ling stuffed an egg into the boy's school uniform pocket: "I have another egg, and it happens to be unsellable. I don't like to eat it, so I'll give it to you."

The pocket of the school uniform was wide, and Gu Ling put the egg in easily without touching his body.

Song Qiaoyang put his hand in his pocket and prepared to take out the egg. The bell for class rang at the right time. Gu Ling hurried back to the classroom, and Song Qiaoyang also returned to his class.

He looked back before entering the door, and Gu Ling ran into the classroom at the end of the corridor, which was Class 3-4 of Junior High School.

Aoki Junior High School is very small. There are exactly four classrooms on the first floor of the teaching building, and the third floor is home to four classes of third grade students.

Song Qiaoyang is in Class 1, which is the top class. The top 30 students with the best grades when they first enter school are all in this class. Basically, those who can be admitted to high school are from this class. It's not that there are no such students in other classes, but they are relatively few.

The school has high hopes for Class 1. The teachers are the best and most experienced in the school, and the management and conditions of Class 1 are also the best.

For example, if there are thirty students in class one, there is enough space between the desks and chairs in the front and back rows for the students sitting inside to enter and exit, while the other three classes are crammed with fifty or sixty students, almost filling the classroom.

"Classmates, today we are talking about..."

The teacher has already started the class, and Song Qiaoyang, who is always focused on his studies, is rarely distracted.

The egg in his pocket was heavy enough to show its presence. Song Qiaoyang would reach out and touch the egg every once in a while, and his dissatisfaction with the culprit who had snatched his first place began to dissipate.

He even felt that he was lucky enough today.

He got an egg for free.