Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Xiao Ren's passionate tone frightened Sister Han.

She took Xiao Ren's hand and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, it's not that you can't go to college, but just want to leave you a way. Don't worry, Lao Yuan can't, let's think of other ways."

"I just want to go to college!" Xiao Ren said in a small voice.

"Good, good. Let's find a way to go to university, and I will help you think about it." Sister Han coaxed her like a child.

Xiao Ren said "Well" in a low tone.

When Sister Han saw it, it was like her daughter couldn't find a friend to play with. She had nothing to say, and she simply said, "Don't you like this Yang Rui? Just talk about Yang Rui, what's wrong with this person?"

"I...I didn't like this Yang Rui." Xiao Ren looked around nervously, just to look at the table of guests next to him, feeling shy.

Sister Han chats in the lobby every day. She always treats guests as nothing. This is no exception. She continues to gossip: "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, it doesn't matter if you like it. Let me talk about this, Yang Rui went to college?"

"Of course." Xiao Ren burst into tears and smiled, and said: "He was the top pick in the national college entrance examination last year. He can go to any school he wants."

"Then which university did he go to."

"Peking University! It's Peking University with Mao Dun, Zhu Ziqing and Xu Zhimo." Any one of the words reveals the true face of the young woman, with stars twinkling in her eyes.

Sister Han said, "I have read the books of Mao Dun and Zhu Ziqing."

The &nb era is the world of youth, just like fashion. It is not necessary for everyone to participate in person, but everyone is inevitably affected.

Xiao Ren said with a fine voice: "Gently I am leaving, just as I came gently. I waved gently, saying goodbye to the clouds on the west..."

"Yes, I've heard it. I asked you to say it and forgot it." Sister Han smiled, holding a big fleshy face, and said: "I used to have a collection of essays, and the next dozen pages are printed Poetry, there is this."

Yang Rui was dizzy when he heard it. Others were sitting next to him and talking about himself like no one else. This kind of experience was quite interesting.

Speaking of it, it's a little shame, but it's more proud.

Of course, it depends on what they are talking about.

For example, the prose collection of the first half of the prose and the second half of the poetry of sister Han is very shy to listen to, and I can't help but think that the "Girl's Heart" that year seems to have spread like this.

Wu Qian consciously or unconsciously put her gaze on Yang Rui's face.

It's one thing to know one's own, but it's another to listen to other people's evaluations.

Perhaps because of her acquaintance, although Wu Qian envied Yang Rui's achievements, she was not yet admired. But now, comparing with the brain-dead fan Xiaoren around her, Wu Qian suddenly found that Yang Rui got the first prize!

Not the first in the class, not the first in the age, not the first in the county, not the first in the city, not the first in the province, but the first in the country!

Wu Qian doesn't know how many teenagers there are in China and how many candidates for college entrance examinations, but she knows how she thinks about it. There will always be only one person in the first place.

Since the resumption of the college entrance examination, several college entrance examinations have been held across the country, and there have also been a few national college entrance examination champions.

There are only a handful of things, this is it.

Wu Qian couldn't help thinking of the conversation between herself and Yang Rui, and suddenly pinched herself hard, and said to her heart: If you are the number one in the national college entrance examination to help you with your review plan, what are you afraid of. Not to mention tens of thousands of students, even hundreds of thousands can be admitted to university. Yeah!

The post office is the most basic unit of the entire post office, and there is almost no channel for improvement. It can be said that any university student who graduates and works for a few years, once again visits the post office, can be the leader of everyone. After all, the director of the post office is a deputy section-level or unit-level cadre.

Wu Qian tilted her head slightly, next to Yang Rui, and whispered: "I want to take the university entrance examination."

"Decided?" Yang Rui was not surprised. In the age, the attractiveness of universities is unimaginable for future generations of students. If we divide the world of ordinary young people into one level, the lowest level is rural youths. Parallel but somewhat hopeful are urban unemployed youths, then temporary workers, then formal workers, and then work on behalf of workers, and then go up. It is the cadre.

A cadre is a title, but also an identity. In Chinese society, leaders are cadres, civil servants are cadres, official teachers and doctors are cadres, and state-owned enterprise officials are cadres, but for example, ordinary employees on railways, ordinary employees of post and telecommunications, and conductors and sales clerks are workers. The difference between workers and cadres is not only whether they sound good or not, whether they can be an official or not, but more importantly, all treatments are different. The wages and subsidies issued by the state are treated differently according to the difference between workers and cadres, and medical reimbursements are paid. The proportions, methods, and even the ward you stay in will also vary, and the salary after retirement will vary greatly.

As a small citizen, Wu Qian's job is not bad, better than non-working people, better than casual workers, better than the working environment of the coal mine geological team, but other than that, there is nothing to tell.

A salary of forty or fifty yuan a month is not hungry but not rich. I work six days a week and work eight hours a day. Although I spend more time chatting than work, I have to spend enough time and the leader’s flattery must be captured.

Young people have not had time to realize the benefits of ensuring income from droughts and floods. The boring and parallel life is constantly destroying people's will.

After college students graduate, they will no longer be calm and boring.

After graduating from college students in the &nb years, they don’t need to find a job at all, they just find a job. The room for improvement after work is even more enviable by future generations of students. If it is said that civil servants are recruited for civil servant examinations, the college students in the ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ years are all preparatory officials.

Wu Qian's current job is to college students what a soldier is to a cadet. After graduating from a military academy, they are company platoon officers, and even if a soldier is promoted, the development opportunities cannot be compared with it.

Where are soldiers who don’t want to go to military academy.

Of course, the cost of enrolling in military academies or universities is not small. Fortunately, this is not a pure gambling behavior after all. The grades are well-founded.

For young people who are unwilling to be rehabilitated, reading can change their destiny, which is simply a shortcut to the south. Although there are still interference from relatives and friends selling faces and selling chrysanthemums, it is necessary to compare the less perfect world and rely on relatives and friends after reading. Selling faces and chrysanthemums will help you understand the meaning of fairness.

No young man is really willing to be ordinary.

Wu Qian weighed it in her heart for a long time. At this time, stimulated by the young waiter Xiao Ren, she resolutely made a decision, saying: "I will start reviewing when I go back. If it doesn't work this year, it will be next year, and if it doesn't work next year, it will be the year after."

Yang Rui nodded slightly: "In any case, I will support you."

Wu Qian couldn't help feeling sweet when she heard this.

The two of them whispered close together, and their hairs touched together. What Xiao Cheng looked at was raging, winked at Lao Ba, and asked, "Are you full? If you are full, you will pay and leave."

Sister Han, the waiter, just yelled without looking back when she heard it, "I didn't watch us chat, you guys will eat again!"

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