Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"This is popular in big cities now. We are lagging behind in Xi County, but it should be popular too." Shao Liang thought he had suppressed Yang Rui, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It is dangerous to be too ostentatious in someone else's territory. Cao Baoming and other comrades in the bench press group are helping to carry canned food, and each muscle is bulging, which is still a bit shocking.

"Are you selling these pants?" Yang Rui looked at the Hong Kong Apple brand jeans, wanting to laugh but not funny.

In fact, Apple did sell jeans, but it is difficult for Hong Kong Apple to trace its origin.

The jeans that Shao Liang brought out were still slim-waisted jeans with flared legs, pure taste of the 80s, but very popular at this time.

"Just play around." Shao Liang was sloppy, worried about Yang Rui's informing.

Yang Rui let out an "Oh" with a smile.

Selling clothes in the 1980s was actually a pretty good business. There were a lot of people who made money, especially those who were good at talking and had a bit of public taste, and it was easy to get more than 50% of the profit.

However, Yang Rui had the favor of Shao Gong, and he couldn't just look at it and let him be free. Ideas belong to ideas, and promises belong to promises. They should not be confused.

Shao Liang would be wrong, and said dissatisfied: "A pair of jeans won't work? Your appetite is too big, right? Take a closer look, you can't buy such jeans for dozens of dollars."

"It's not about jeans." Yang Rui smiled and threw it back, saying: "Let's put it away, I don't wear this kind."

"You don't know how to wear it." Shao Liang raised his hips uncomfortably, and put his jeans back into the green army bag without saying much.

Yang Rui sighed. He really doesn't know how to wear these jeans because they are too low waist, they are not tied to the waist, they are tied directly to the crotch, as if they can squeeze out more flesh.

It's the 1980s, and in another 10 years, where to find spare ribs all over the street, these trousers are for the fat figure of his previous life, and the material is just one leg cut out.

Shao Liang is a student after all. He couldn't figure out Yang Rui's thoughts, so he couldn't help asking: "What do you want, just say it, what about me, how about choosing one for you?"

The most expensive item on his body is jeans, the purchase price is 22 yuan, and then the back shoes, but they are all hard currency on the street.

Yang Rui smiled and shook his head, and said, "If you say that you are going to give you tutoring, it means you are going to give you tutoring. There is no discussion about this, otherwise, I can't tell Shao Gong."

"I'll just say tuition with you, isn't it over?"

"No." Yang Rui shook his head, paused, and said: "Let me put it this way, no matter what your previous grades are, you can do tutoring here. I don't dare to say too much. It's easy to take a college or secondary school. If you work harder The junior college is not difficult. The undergraduate degree depends on your basics, but it is also a great opportunity. Anyway, I suggest you give it a try and don’t rush to conclusions."

The factory-run middle school of the Roulian Factory has a much worse teaching level than the Xibao Middle School. Not to mention it is compared with the top students in the Huilu class. Most of the students in the graduating class of high school are better than them.

But as Yang Rui said, as long as the students who have been in high school normally, that is, the students who can reach the average score of the high school entrance examination, with a little bit of work, they can actually be admitted to the junior high school.

Of course, the academic qualifications of colleges and secondary schools are the same as those of high school, which is equivalent to a waste of three years, and the allocation of quotas is changed, which cannot be said to be a good choice.

Having said that, the allocation of places represented by colleges and secondary schools is also valuable. With Shao Gong’s ability, arranging a high school graduate to return to the factory and arranging a secondary school student to return to the factory are not only different in difficulty, but also in different types of jobs. .

At least until the mid-1990s, technical secondary school was still a decent diploma, much better than high school, especially at the grassroots level.

The children of the factory-run middle school had no record of entering a junior college. Many students worked hard to repeat their studies, that is, for a place in a junior college.

Yang Rui felt that he was worthy of Shao Gong's help if he could make such a guarantee.

However, Shao Liang didn't appreciate him, and he said with some eagerness: "You lie to my dad, I won't hold you accountable, don't delay my time."

He pointed to the red apple icon on his lap, and said, "Do you know how much money I can make in a day? Oh, I'm asking you to guess what, come on, I'll go first, don't contact me when I have time."

Shao Liang turned his back and waved twice in the air handsomely.

Yang Rui looked down at his green army trousers. He didn't think there was anything wrong, and said again: "You stay here, don't leave, Baoming..."

As soon as he finished speaking for two seconds, Cao Baoming caught Shao Liang, who was slow to respond.

Shao Liang struggled twice but couldn't get rid of it. He stared at Yang Rui angrily and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"The time is too late, you go to thank the teacher with us first, come back, let's talk again." Yang Rui called Su Yi in again and let him and Cao Baoming **** Shao Liang.

Seeing such two bearded men, Shao Liang suddenly wilted and said, "I didn't expect you to still be on the street."

"What kind of street do I mix?" Yang Rui shook his head.

Su Yi knew some street tricks. He glanced down at Shao Liang's back-to-back shoes, bent over and untied his shoelaces, and then turned his hands over, and he tied the shoelaces of both feet again. together.

"Okay, you go ahead of us, don’t blame me for not reminding you, you are slow, I beat you, you go faster, I beat you. If you dare to run, then don’t let me catch up, otherwise , I will give you as many punches as you let me run, do you understand?" Su Yi patted Shao Liang's cheek, the calluses on his palm hurt.

Shao Liang was secretly selling goods on the street. He knew more people. He immediately made a judgment. He obediently bowed his head and said, "I see."

Su Yi nodded in satisfaction, then jumped out abruptly, grabbed him a big horse, and said, "What do you understand? Do you know how I beat someone? You understand?"

Yang Rui looked stunned. As a fat man born in the 1980s, although he has experienced the 1980s, he has never been a young man in the 1980s. How can I know that the students at this time were so vigorous.

Shao Liang knew it, and got up with a brainstorm, and said more cleverly: "You are right, but I was wrong."

"Don't commit anymore, go ahead, lead the way." Su Yi raised his head high and kicked him lightly.

Shao Liang smiled okay.

This is school violence. Yang Rui pondered, but didn't say much.

Although in the eyes of people in the 21st century, school violence is a very serious issue, in the 1980s, "school violence" was not a valid term, it was not even a term.

The student was beaten by the teacher, the student was beaten by the student, the student's nose was broken, the student's face was swollen-in the eyes of many people, this is nothing.

Compared with violence in society, schools are still simple and pure.

On the other hand, violence is indeed the fastest way to execute one’s will. Shao Liang, who was no longer clamoring, looked like a ghost, following Yang Rui, not daring to cause any trouble.

The members of the Ruixue group came to the dormitory area with a large number of items.

"Boom"

"Boom Boom Boom"

Yang Rui first knocked on the door of Teacher Li Xiumei's house. She was elected as the "Most Popular Female Teacher" and received more than half of the votes.

With a click, the door opened.

It was a man who showed his head. He looked strangely at the students outside, nodded, and then called back, "Xiumei, your student."

Liu Shan and Huang Ren stood on each side of Yang Rui, shaking their hands a little nervously.

Footsteps sounded quickly, and within a few seconds, Mr. Li Xiumei opened the door with a surprised expression: "What's the matter? So many people."

"Ms. Li, we are here to thank the teacher." Yang Rui said respectfully, moving his hand back, and the ready second group members immediately beat the drums and lit firecrackers.

The gongs and drums are standard equipment in the school sports room. Whether it is for a sports meeting or a leadership inspection, it will definitely not work without the cooperation of the gongs and drums.

The firecrackers were 200-ring red earth red bought at the foot of the mountain, and the sound was loud and crisp, which caused a noise to the teachers in the dormitory area within a few clicks.

In the 1980s, there was no concept of commercial housing, and the land belonged to the country. Teachers who were not at home would live in the school’s dormitory. The entire dormitory area was like a small community with teachers, family members, and children. In a short while, the water in Teacher Li Xiumei’s house was blocked.

As the firecrackers were set off, Yang Rui immediately said loudly: "Thank you, Teacher Li Xiumei, for your teaching. You are the most popular female teacher selected by your classmates."

Then, all members of the Ruixue group, including Yang Rui, bowed straight as if they had been pulled the trigger.

The neat movements give people a very formal feeling.

Li Xiumei, who has a gentle personality, was stunned, as if she didn't understand the situation at all.

The people watching the excitement were also stunned.

The celebration composed of gongs, drums and firecrackers was not invented by Yang Rui. In the past ten years, activities such as educated youths going to the countryside and supporting the border areas have been accompanied by this lively scene.

But what is happening now is obviously different.

Yang Rui smiled, took the gift box containing four cans from Wang Guohua, handed it to Teacher Li Xiumei, and said: "Mr. Li, the four cans here are prizes for the most popular female teacher, please I've collected it. At the same time, on behalf of the members of the Ruixue Group, I would like to thank you again for your dedication."

The students bowed again and then dispersed.

Only then did Li Xiumei clarify the situation, and said a little embarrassed: "You don't need to do it like this..."

"It is not a simple thing to be welcomed by most students. Teacher Li can do this. I believe that I have given a lot of money. Everyone just wants to express their gratitude..." Yang Rui himself has been a tuition teacher for several years, knowing that How difficult is it to be welcomed by students.

Students are a very sensitive group, especially middle school students. They are in a period of reshaping their values. It is not that they will be welcomed by improving their academic performance. Similarly, laissez-faire is not the key to popularity.

To satisfy the students and be welcomed by them requires patient and meticulous communication, careful teaching, in-depth care and full decentralization... In short, let the students in a class like themselves more than let the leaders like themselves It's much harder.

Because of this, although Yang Rui prepared the content of his speech in advance, his tone was extremely sincere.

Li Xiumei felt something in her heart, and the corners of her eyes became moisturized involuntarily.

In a township middle school, being an ordinary teacher, constantly glowing, this is a kind of dedication in itself.

Working six days a week and working more than ten hours a day is a simple effort.

It is a complicated effort to review an infinite number of homework, transcribe various test papers, and constantly analyze and understand the needs of the students.

Talking with students, helping students, protecting students, and subsidizing students is a difficult effort.

Li Xiumei does not need others to thank her for her dedication, but she does need her own efforts and dedication to be recognized.

The students' affirmation is undoubtedly the most sincere and most valuable.

In almost an instant, Li Xiumei's literary and youthful consciousness was seduced, and two rows of teardrops also fell along her cheeks.

"Mom. Why are you crying?" A small head, grabbing his father's calf, poked out.

"Mom didn't cry, she was happy." Li Xiumei bent over and hugged her daughter.

The five-year-old girl, ignorant and cute, stretched out her hand to wipe away her mother's tears, but she drew more tears and couldn't help falling into confusion.

Seeing her daughter's expression, Li Xiumei wanted to cry and laugh again.

In order to make it easier to go to work, she was cruelly weaned when her daughter was 9 months old.

In order to prepare lessons, she often works late at night, and her noisy daughter and husband cannot sleep well.

In order to purchase materials, she not only lowered the food standard for herself and her husband, but also lowered the food standard for her daughter.

In order to visit the student's family, she wrecked her shoes and hurt her feet.

Even if life is difficult, she still tries her best to help students with financial difficulties, hoping that they will not drop out of school due to poverty...

Li Xiumei occasionally thinks of the question of return ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ thinks of the question of whether it is worth it, but in this passionate age, she is more willing to do things instead of thinking about things.

Only when she dreams back at midnight can she imagine that one day, there will be a former student, come to her and say "Teacher, thank you".

Until today, this was an illusion.

Children who are lucky enough to go out of the mountainous area rarely come back, and those who stay in the mountainous area are jerky and shy.

Li Xiumei always comforts herself: the students are still young, when they get older, they will naturally become sensible.

But with the passage of time, she has gradually buried those thoughts in her heart.

Until this moment, the slow, intense, and gushing sense of happiness made her hug her daughter tightly and accepted the red gift box without hesitation.

This is a thank you for coming late, but it is not just a thank you for Yang Rui. You are reading, if any!

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