Occasional ABO

Sitting on the steps in front of the courtyard and thinking about it, Bai Zhijing didn't think about anything. Isn't the answer to these questions very clear at a glance? As for someone chasing after him all day and asking him? ?

Who is reading for?

——Of course it’s for his father and his father!

Bai Zhijing is not an idiot, and he knows what the standard answer to this question is, as long as he is thick-skinned, hold his head high and shout "Reading is for self-improvement" and it will be done!It has been said in political textbooks that we must give full play to our subjective initiative and turn on the dynamo that actively seeks knowledge in our hearts.

But Bai Zhijing couldn't figure it out. Reading is hard and boring, and it can't be used as food or sleep. How could there be anyone in the world who likes to read?He doesn't know if other people have it, anyway, he doesn't have that mysterious generator in his heart, not even a small match.The textbook editor is so awesome, why don't you come and help him find out where his generator is hidden?

There are also questions about "Is reading for grades?" Of course, reading is for grades!

If it weren't for the marks scored by the red pens on the paper, it would be like who is willing to go to school.Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, and boron are memorized eight times a day, and a movable pulley is turned over and over again to study endlessly. There are many homework and heavy textbooks, and the schoolbag is heavy on the shoulders.Bai Zhijing still feels that it's because of this broken bag that he can't grow taller. Otherwise, he is a big brother who is messing around, how could he not promise a gentleman to grow taller now, how embarrassing it is to go out!Fortunately, Song Baobao was half a head shorter than him, so at least he gave him some face.

In fact, Bai Zhijing has his own answers to these questions in his heart, but his answers seem to be out of tune with this world. Once he speaks according to his inner thoughts, others will use a kind of "Are you an idiot?" Look at him.

He didn't know how this happened, it was as if the question on the test paper was a subjective question, and the questioner said that he could answer it according to his own understanding, but he wrote down what he thought, but the marking teacher gave him a negative judgment. , Tell him that there is a standard answer to this question, if you deviate too much from the standard answer, then you are deviant, you are going astray, and you just don’t learn well.

It's so weird.

But Bai Zhijing couldn't tell anyone how conflicted he was inside, he couldn't explain it clearly, and in fact he didn't make it too clear yet.

The 16-year-old boy has just gotten to know the world, and he is still ignorant of the way he has just glimpsed.I was cautious and uneasy in my heart, but on the surface I still had to pretend to be careless and indifferent, and moved forward all the way.

Bai Zhijing is not very good at composition, narrative writing is not vivid, and lyricism is not in place. If he is forced to make an analogy, the nine-year compulsory education is a wide road, which is not the same as the road in the capital. , There is no traffic limit seven days a week, everyone can go; there are no traffic lights, and overtaking is allowed, so everyone wants to lead the way.

Bai Zhijing just doesn't like to run, he is just lazy, he happily walks behind the crowd, stopping from time to time to tease the cats and watch the birds, he just managed to finish the journey before he could catch his breath Well, there's another door ahead.

This door was much narrower, and many people were stuck outside and couldn't get in, so they were posted on their foreheads such as "not motivated", "good for nothing", "bastard", "little hooligan", "sorry who Labels such as "whose cultivation" and "failed to so-and-so's expectations" were thrown into the fork in the road called "vocational high school", "technical secondary school" and "technical school".

The handicraft-loving girl in the junior high school class also entered a fork in the road, her eyes were red like a poor rabbit.

Bai Zhijing wanted to stop her, and wanted to tell her not to listen to your dad and teachers talking nonsense, what do they know, you will be more than a workshop manager in the future, your doll is so good, you will definitely make a lot of money in the future Money, you still owe us two dolls, I will ask you for them in the future, don't forget how to make dolls!

But before he could speak, the girl disappeared into the crowd.

Bai Zhijing was quite disappointed, if the girl forgets how to make dolls in the future, there will be no more beautiful dolls in the world.

He pushed open the door in front of him, and found that behind the door was a new territory. In that territory, there were 100% universal operating rules, absolute authority that could not be questioned, clear-cut slogans, and a stricter incentive system. All these made Bai Zhijing feel alarmed.

Many people rushed in, they wanted to grab a place among the limited number of famous teachers of mathematics, physics, chemistry, and English, mathematics, and English. Bai Zhijing knew that he had to step in too. He was pushed here, and there would be no more It's possible to turn back.

He doesn't want to be pointed and pointed, and he doesn't want to hear gossip about his father, so he must be assimilated by the operating rules inside; It's not cool, it's not special, he's going to be sad, worse than a hole in the head.

If he becomes a Bai Zhijing who can only be sad but not happy, then he is no longer the real Bai Zhijing.

Bai Zhijing stepped into the door with one foot, and left the other foot outside. People inside the door were pulling him, and people outside the door were pushing him. He was squeezed so uncomfortable.

However, he couldn't tell anyone about his uncomfortable mood. He felt that it was okay for him to say it, but it changed when he said it. No matter what he said, it sounded like an excuse to avoid studying ; and I am afraid that people will think that there are so many high school students in the world, they should go to class and take exams, why is he so stupid, so hypocritical, how embarrassing!

Bai Zhijing couldn't figure it out after much deliberation, he rested his chin with one hand, and sighed sadly.

Before he could finish his breathless sigh, Da Ming rode a small skateboard for children and rushed over from the alley, San Mao chased after him with two short legs.

Daming saw Bai Zhijing sitting on the threshold, rubbing the soles of his feet on the ground, showing a handsome drift, raised his head and asked, "Brother Jinger, do you have any candy?"

"Go, go, go," Bai Zhijing waved his hands impatiently, "Candy, what candy, hurry home and drink milk!"

Sanmao was a little fat man, he chased after him out of breath, sat down on the bottom of the steps, leaned against Bai Zhijing's calf, gasped for breath, and after a few breaths recovered, he turned his head and asked, "Brother Jinger, do you have any popsicles?"

"... What a stick, if you don't go home, be careful your father will eat you with an iron bar!" Bai Zhijing threatened with widened eyes.

The two little kids are not afraid of him at all, Sanmao hugged Bai Zhijing's leg and shook it all the time: "Brother Jing'er, take me to buy popsicles, I want to eat a big whirlwind, which is half apple and half strawberry, buttocks There’s even chocolate on the bottom, it’s delicious!”

"What's so good about a big whirlwind?" Bai Zhijing curled his lips and said disapprovingly, "Big pudding is the best popsicle!"

Daming rode on his light-emitting scooter, wandering back and forth under the steps, extremely courteous: "Brother Jing'er, stop buying popsicles for him, buy me Wang Xiaozi toffee Come on, I'll show you floor moves, you know what parkour is, I learned it from TV!"

"Yo, yes, you." Bai Zhijing was amused at this moment, "Footsteps on the floor, why don't you show me one?"

Daming lifted his loose crotch pants, propped one leg on the ground as the center of the circle, and stepped on the other leg on the car, holding the handlebars tightly with both hands, turned around 360 degrees on the spot, and let out a long cry "咻", with its own dubbing, very dedicated.

"How about it, brother Jinger!" Daming said braggingly after turning around, "This is called a real big whirlwind, much more powerful than that popsicle!"

"It's okay." Bai Zhijing couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, "it's interesting."

San Mao became anxious, and hugged Bai Zhijing's thigh tightly: "Brother Jing Er, I can also mop the floor, look at me! Look at me!"

His chubby little butt rubbed against the ground a few times, and Bai Zhijing was so amused that he laughed out loud, and his mood suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny, so he patted his chest and said proudly: "Success! Your brother Jinger Buy them all, including popsicles and toffee!"

Daming and Sanmao cheered, Bai Zhijing saw how stupid they were, and thought to himself that these two children are plastic talents of the Wild Bear Gang, and it is very hopeful that he will carry forward his ignorance in the future, so he asked: " Hey, let me ask you two a question, do you like going to kindergarten?"

"I don't like it, I hate it!" Daming said.

Sanmao also immediately echoed: "I hate it too, our teacher is really stingy, we only put two red dates in the dim sum soup in the afternoon, and the big class has three!"

Bai Zhijing found a sense of identity with the two children wearing crotch pants, and the feeling in his heart was a little subtle, happy even if he said it, and a little bit ashamed if he said he was shy.

"Then let me ask you again, whoever answers well will get to eat." He cleared his throat and asked again, "What do you say you study for?"

"I know, I know!" Daming rushed to raise his hand, "Brother Jing Er asked me to answer!"

"I know too!" Sanmao also jumped up immediately, shouting not to be outdone, "Brother Jing'er tell me!"

Bai Zhijing was overwhelmed by the two of them, and pressed his palms down: "Come one by one, let's talk first tomorrow."

Daming raised his chest: "Study for the rise of China!"

Bai Zhijing: "..."

Seeing that the standard answer was rushed to answer, Sanmao hurriedly added knowledge points, intending to add some points to himself: "This is what Premier Zhou said! He told us to study hard every day and grow up to protect the motherland!"

The corners of Bai Zhijing's mouth twitched twice: "Okay, you two can get out."

Even the two little kids in the middle class of the kindergarten had this awareness. Bai Zhijing looked down at the crotch pants of the two of them, and instantly felt that he had been subjected to the biggest ridicule in his life so far. It's stormy.

"Brother Jinger, where is my whirlwind?"

"Brother Jing'er, where's my little baby toffee?"

"Good idea!" Bai Zhijing gave each of them a brainstorm, "The answer is wrong, it's gone, get out!"

The two little kids made faces at Bai Zhijing, twisted their buttocks, shouted "Brother Jinger lied to the kid", and ran away on the scooter.

"It's really annoying!" Bai Zhijing waved his fist at the backs of the two of them, "It's really annoying!"