Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Yang Rui, walk slowly. My dad asked you to tell me about the college entrance examination. Have you forgotten it?" Xiaocheng was panting after catching up with Yang Rui and Wu Qian. Pain, I couldn't help saying: "You can really do it. I have eaten more than two hundred for a meal. If I don't pay for it, don't you have to eat the king's meal?"

Overlord’s meal was used a lot in the 1980s and 1990s. At this time, eating a meal is really expensive. For a meal in Chunhelou, Yang Rui and others ordered two dishes, and there were more dishes, which cost more than 200 yuan.

At this time, the restaurant is at such a price, it is normal to eat two or three months' salary of ordinary people in one meal. Because of this, in the 1980s, it was only possible to treat guests to dinner, which is equivalent to asking people to spend tens of thousands of yuan in one go, which is not a normal behavior of normal people.

Normal people don't go to a restaurant to eat. Except for weddings and funerals, it is normal not to enter a restaurant for a few years or even more than a decade. In fact, it’s not a very rich family. We don’t go to the hotel for weddings and funerals. Most people even go to their own alleys, borrowing tables, chairs and pans from neighbors and colleagues, and borrowing from relatives and friends’ wives and wives to buy some chicken, duck and fish. , So I got things done.

Xiaocheng is the son of the secretary of the municipal party committee. He spends a lot of money on weekdays. However, he spends more than 200 yuan at a time, which is equivalent to a high-level clubhouse. He spends it on himself. He feels comfortable and spends it on Yang Rui. He is quite unhappy.

Xiaocheng pulled a corner of Yang Rui's clothes and said, "Let's find a place where there are few people to talk, and don't go blind on the road. You didn't tell me anything about the college entrance examination."

"I'll send Wu Qian back to the guest house." Yang Rui glanced at Xiaocheng, guessing his thoughts. Yang Rui didn't think this guy really wanted to learn. The current college entrance examination is extremely difficult. Whether it is Wu Qian or the little waiter I just met in Chunhe Building, when they decide to take the college entrance examination, they are betting on their most precious youth and opportunities. On the previous page, you can imagine what kind of passion and hard work these young people who use the future as a bargaining chip will use to participate in the college entrance examination.

On the other hand, students like Xiaocheng, most of them have a partial advantage because of good educational conditions, and they don't have much desire to learn.

Xiaocheng, who has been hit repeatedly, shouldn't show weakness in front of Yang Rui and actively ask for "learning."

Xiao Cheng didn't know that Yang Rui had a lot of thoughts in a moment, but he pretended to smile heartily: "Then let's send Wu Qian back to the guest house, and then find a comfortable place to chat."

"Just talk while walking." Yang Rui smiled slightly: "What do you want to know?"

Wu Qian said by the side: "I want to listen too."

"That's... it's the school, the exam, let's talk about Peking University first." Xiao Cheng was not ready to really chat, and said of Peking University by the way.

Yang Rui let out an "Oh" and said, "I don't know what aspect of Peking University you want to know. Compared with other schools, the humanistic environment of Peking University feels more relaxed. It is more free in the school. It is not easy to talk and do things. Under supervision and management, to put it simply, except for some specific occasions and obviously taboo topics, you can basically talk about what you want to say, what you want to talk about, of course, if you can talk about it with the cover of academic discussion The scope is even more."

"You can say anything?" Wu Qian asked curiously.

Yang Rui nodded: "The scope of conversation is very wide."

Wu Qian said enviously: "It's great."

What they call chat is actually more of a discussion. The 1980s was an era of discussion. In this era, there are no private conversations and no words like **. Everyone is talking, and everyone is madly expressing opinions.

Just a few years ago, people reported their fathers and husbands, but now it’s too late to adjust to what they can say and what they can’t say. It’s better to be cautious about what you can’t say. However, people have something to say that it is always bad to hold back in your heart. The so-called not vomiting, sometimes, like a foreigner, there is always an urge to "want to do the right thing".

Therefore, it is also in this era that there is a commendable freedom of speech, and celebrities, scholars, leaders, and cadres are all madly expressing their opinions.

However, speaking out is not without a price.

There will always be some units and leaders who will be disgusted with rebellious remarks and will criticize and punish them at one time.

Some erroneous criticisms and punishments were reported and corrected, but more were local restrictions on speech.

Of course, some "correct" criticisms and punishments were reported, and the parties inevitably encountered countless troubles.

For example, Wu Qian's unit can speak privately, but as a generation who has the belief in the revitalization of China, who doesn't want to speak publicly.

The voice spread all over the country, which is the highest expectation of this era. A little touch can make a woman pregnant.

Xiao Cheng didn't want to let Yang Rui and Wu Qian have a good chat, and hurriedly said, "Now, what else is there in Peking University?"

"The teacher is very nice, the campus is beautiful, Wu Qian..."

"What more?" Xiaocheng interrupted Yang Rui again.

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows and said, "You can't get into Peking University anyway, so what's the use of asking so much."

"You, what did you say!" A sixteen-year-old glass heart broke with a snap.

Yang Rui shook his head, ignored him, and turned to talk to Wu Qian.

Wu Qian lowered her head amusingly, then raised her head for a while, and said: "What you said is too hurtful...Furthermore, although I can't get into Peking University, I would like to know something about Peking University."

Yang Rui chuckles: "He doesn't really want to know, it's just a waste of everyone's time."

Yang Rui has always been rude to things that waste time.

Xiaocheng watched them talk and laugh, retreated to Lao Ba and Xiao Wu, and said: "No longer, you must beat him up. Lao Ba, you will go up and chat with him soon to stimulate him, he If you dare to say something inappropriate, you'll beat him up, Xiao Wu, you and I will go up and help when the old eight starts. Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of anything."

"Got it." Old Ba rolled up a sleeve and nodded.

Xiao Wu also nodded.

Xiaocheng calmly followed behind.

A minute later, Xiao Wu suddenly covered his stomach and said, "No, I have to find a place to go to the toilet."

"Now? Wait a minute, you can pull him on him after you hit it." Xiaocheng said this, and suddenly thought it was a wonderful idea, laughed, and said: "This is good, we will beat him up for mercy and let him Lie down, you pull his mouth."

Old Ba was disgusted: "Tai Ge has responded to others, this is a big feud."

"Don't be afraid, my dad's secretary of the municipal party committee, his dad's township party committee secretary, he and me are the same when he gets a vengeance, so I don't want to kill him." At this point, Xiao Cheng was already holding his head high and stepping out of the boss' style.

"I really can't do it anymore." Xiaowu clutched his stomach, frowned, and said, "It must be because the restaurant just now was not clean. I beat them to death. Wait, you will wait for me, I will find a place to go, oops , Do you have paper?"

Xiao Cheng watched as Xiao Wu bent over and rushed out to the side of the road where no one could be seen.

Having been around the two brick walls, Xiao Wucai slowly straightened up.

He thought of Yang Rui's eyes and Yang Rui's words.

The sentence "Aren't you afraid of severe crackdown" made Lao Ba feel upset, but it frightened Xiao Wu.

He just didn't show it.

Xiao Wu is a wise man, who has always regarded himself as a variety of advisers. Why doesn't the secretary of the municipal party committee have a relationship with him, but the secretary of the township party committee is Yang Rui's father. He beats his son, so he can calm down the trouble?

What he knew was that in Shanghai, the old revolutionary son who was much older than the secretary of the municipal party committee had been shot.

In the past six months, little hooligans and old hooligans like Lao Ba have been paraded in the streets every other time. Among the people I once knew, there were some who ate peanuts.

The secretary of the municipal party committee may be able to keep his son, but Xiao Wu doesn't think he will protect himself.

At most, if you don't eat peanuts, it's hard to talk about going to jail.

For the sake of other people's affairs, to put himself in jail, Xiao Wu did not do such things. He followed Xiaocheng, originally because he couldn't go on the street, he became a follower of a middle school student.

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After walking around in the messy yard, Xiaowu walked away, without any intention of turning around.

Xiaocheng waited and waited, waited and waited, seeing Yang Rui's back disappeared, Xiaocheng hadn't come out yet, so he couldn't help but anxiously said: "Let's wait for Xiaowu, let's have enough for both of us, wait for Xiaowu to come back, and see what I do. Shame him."

"Okay." Old Ba thought with his eyes rolled.

Xiao Wu has always been the one who made ideas, but Xiao Wu is no longer there, and Old Ba can't help thinking about Yuan Ying who is not in Xiao Wu.

"Oh... my stomach hurts too, it must be because the food in the restaurant is wrong." Old Ba suddenly bent over and covered his stomach.

"What?"

"No way, I have to find a latrine, do I still have paper? Forget it, I'll grab some leaves and I can't wait." Old Ba didn't even mean to bend over, and went away in a hurry.

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