small town enyuan

Listen to Cheng Zhien's words.

Cheng Zhien looked at the price and chose to shut up.It's cheap after all.

The two of them returned to the dormitory with their belongings, and both Hou Zi and Mr. Ma came back.When the two saw Liang Yuan take out the laptop from his bag, their eyes widened, "Brother Yuan, you are so rich, you actually brought a laptop to school." They didn't even care about the cooked food Cheng Zhien was holding.

Cheng Zhien stuffed two people with a piece of meat, "This is a reward for our good deeds, what a big money."

"What good deed have you done?" Mr. Ma asked curiously while eating grilled chicken.

"I helped my grandmother across the road."

"Did you help the old ladies in the whole county to cross the road?" Mr. Ma asked jokingly.

There was a knock on the door, the monkey opened the door, and Zhao Kun stood at the door.

The monkey asked aloud, "Zhao Kun, are you injured?" Although Zhao Kun was wearing a hat, he could still see the bandages wrapped around his head.There is also a strap hanging from the arm.

"Ah, yes, something happened." Zhao Kun said as he walked into the house, and called out to Liang Yuan, "Brother Yuan."

Liang Yuan nodded and said nothing.

Cheng Zhien said in surprise, "I thought you had to rest for a few days, you are going to the front line with injuries."

"I heard that there are going to be divided into fast and slow classes, and there will be a school meeting tomorrow. My mother sent me here." Zhao Kun was a little embarrassed, "Doudo, I was... sorry before, thank you and Brother Yuan this time. "

"Hey, it's okay." Cheng Zhien patted Zhao Kun's shoulder lightly, and said to Mr. Ma: "Actually, I helped the injured Zhao Kun to cross the road. His parents appreciated me very much, so they rewarded me with a laptop. I also I have to thank Zhao Kun."

Mr. Ma immediately stepped forward and supported Zhao Kun, "Kun'er, I will support you every day from now on, when do you think I will go to your house to get the computer?"

Zhao Kun laughed out loud, "You're late, you won't be able to catch up with this wave." Then he took out 80 yuan and handed it to the monkey, "Squad leader, I'll pay the material fee first. I won't be able to attend evening self-study. Song and I BOSS has asked for leave."

The monkey took the money, "Okay, I'll write you down first." Then he quickly took out a form and wrote it with a pen.

After finishing his work, Zhao Kun was about to leave, and said to Cheng Zhien and Liang Yuan, "Doudo, Brother Yuan, I'm leaving first, and I'll treat you to dinner another day."

Cheng Zhien waved his hand, "Bye bye, go back and take care of yourself."

When Zhao Kun walked away, Liang Yuan handed Cheng Zhien a calcium tablet.Cheng Zhien stuffed it into his mouth, took a sip of water and swallowed it.

Mr. Ma put his arms around Cheng Zhien's neck, "Tell me, Douer, what's going on? You beat him up?"

"Actually, it's nothing." Cheng Zhien leaned into President Ma's arms, "It's just that Zhao Kun was robbed, and Brother Yuan and I helped him."

"Understood." Mr. Ma didn't ask too much.

"It's fine for us to know about it, don't say it to the outside world. Zhao Kun doesn't want to talk about it." The monkey came over, "Let's go eat?"

Cheng Zhien took out 160 yuan and handed it to the monkey, "Lord Hou, it's too small to pay the rent for you."

The monkey took the money and recorded it on paper.A group of people set out to eat.

Evening self-study Boss Song announced the news that the school is going to give the second and third grades fast and slow classes.Just back from vacation, the excited students were poured cold water.During the evening self-study, it is rare to immerse yourself in the book, and there is a lot less buzzing conversation in the past.

On the second day of class, the classroom atmosphere was much better.Most of these teenagers admitted to high school were outstanding students in the former township junior high schools.For the first time, the carefree and smooth sailing teenagers encountered the cruel fact that those who were backward would be ruthlessly eliminated.Students who were originally in the same class suddenly meet again because of different grades. They are no longer classmates, but are divided into classes because of grades.

Cheng Zhien looks happy on the surface, but in fact he is also full of worries.He scored 27th, and those who ranked after 30th would be split out and disrupted and rescheduled.The top 30 people re-form the fast class.This is a lot of pressure on Cheng Zhien.

Liang Yuan could tell that Cheng Zhien had copied seven or eight extra questions of different types from the math problem book today, taking advantage of the gap in class.I no longer have a high interest in eating, so I ordered a tomato scrambled egg, a portion of beans and meat, mixed them hastily and stuffed them in.I didn't rest in the dormitory at noon. I refurbished the mathematics teaching materials for the first half of the year in the classroom, and slept on the table for a while when I was sleepy.

I had a class in the afternoon. Before the meeting, Boss Song appeared at the door: "We will hold a meeting on the playground in a while. Although there is sun, it will be a bit cold if you don't wear less clothes. If you wear less clothes, go back and get your clothes now and tell you guys." , Don’t be stinky, if you want to be stinky, I’ll let you stand in front of the rostrum, so that the whole school can appreciate your beauty.”

Someone asked from behind, "Boss Song, can you bring a quilt?"

"Okay," Boss Song said, "As long as you stand in front with your face wrapped in a quilt, I will lead the whole class to applaud you."

A group of people in the classroom laughed.

With a book in his arms, Cheng Zhien said hello to Boss Song, "Boss Song, I'm going to the radio station first."

Cheng Zhien had to go to the broadcasting station first, move the equipment to the rostrum with others, and adjust the equipment.He connected the various equipment of the broadcasting equipment familiarly, patted the microphone and said hello twice, and the students in school uniforms moved their stools into the arena.The teacher in the Academic Affairs Office began to call the students to align the chairs and tables again, and Cheng Zhien ran to the edge of the rostrum to bask in the sun.

The early spring sun shone warmly on the playground. Today, God gave me a lot of face, and there was no wind.Cheng Zhien pulled another sophomore student from the broadcasting station, and together they lazily lay on the railing to watch the students enter the arena.A few freshman students came over, "Senior, let's go back to class first."

"Let's go, let's go," Cheng Zhien, "When you finish class, remember to come and move the table back. We'll take care of the rest."

After the freshman students had left, the classmate next to him asked, "Where's Liang Yuan?"

"He is going to speak as a student representative today, so he went to find Principal Yang." As Cheng Zhien said, he saw Liang Yuan coming up from under the rostrum.He leaned over the railing and leaned out, "Why are you here? Didn't you go to see Principal Yang?"

Liang Yuan stepped onto the rostrum, "After the leader has finished speaking, it will be my speech. I will wait here first."

Cheng Zhien took out a book in his arms, showing a corner, "You guys wait here, I'm going down to find a place to study. I'll come back when it's almost over."

A classmate at the radio station said in surprise: "When did you love learning so much?"

Cheng Zhien jumped down the last step, "Yesterday."

Cheng Zhien found the class team and found President Ma in the second half.I just saw Zhao Kun sitting next to me, "No way, Zhao Kun, you came to the meeting even though you were injured."

"Come and listen, it might be useful." Zhao Kun looked like a good student.

Cheng Zhien shook his head in disbelief, and sat down on a stool with Mr. Ma.Mr. Ma simply put the stool on the side, and the two of them just sat down.Cheng Zhien sat in front, stretched out his legs, and leaned against President Ma's arms in a perfect posture.Cheng Zhien yawned, "I'll sleep first." The warm sun was too warm, making people drowsy.

Mr. Ma looked at the back of the line, but there was no teacher. He took out a magazine and prepared to read.

Cheng Zhien was made uncomfortable by Mr. Ma's moving around. He opened his eyes and saw that Mr. Ma was holding a copy of "Reader" in his hand, and said, "Why are you reading this? It's all dross."

"Who said that?" A boy next to him answered.Obviously this magazine belongs to him, this is He Congqing, a well-known literary youth in the class.

"Boss Song said that 80% of the readers are dross." Cheng Zhien answered.

"Really?" He Congqing didn't believe it.He took out another book, which seemed to be a novel. "What about this book?"

Cheng Zhien took it and read it, a literary novel written by a contemporary Internet writer, opened it to read, there is a sentence in it that is sad and flows backward into a river, hair like seaweed.He frowned and commented: "According to Boss Song's standards, this book is 90% dross."

Student He Congqing saw that his beloved works were despised, and looked at Cheng Zhien with disdain. There was a bright moon shining in the ditch, and everyone was drunk and I was sober. He asked: "Then what kind of work is not dross?"

Cheng Zhien took out a book from his pocket and shook it, "That's not it."

Mr. Ma snatched it up and took a look at "Three-Year Mathematics Knowledge Points for College Entrance Examination", and exclaimed, "Damn, I really convinced you."

He Congqing's eyes almost rolled to the sky.

Cheng Zhien snatched the book back and put it under his buttocks.The stool was placed upside down, and it was indeed a bit cramped, and the book was a bit thin, so Cheng Zhien took out another book, "A Maverick Pig".Two books under the buttocks, just right.After finishing this matter, he stretched out his paw to touch the person again, "Just kidding, it's fine if you think it looks good. There are so many rules. Boss Song just doesn't like the feeling of those little bourgeois. Every literary creation faces Every reader is different, and they all have their own way of survival." After speaking, he lay back in President Ma's arms, "Call me when Brother Yuan gives a speech." He put on the earphones comfortably while speaking.

Mr. Ma took down an earphone and asked, "What song are you listening to?"

"Brother Yuan's mp3, God is not fair."

"What song is this? I've never heard of it." Mr. Ma listened to it for a while, and then checked the title of the song, godisagirl.He thought about Cheng Zhien's translation, and laughed so hard.

People around thought that Mr. Ma was going to have a convulsion all by himself, and when Mr. Ma told this joke to others, he laughed and convulsed again before he finished telling the joke.

Cheng Zhien moved a few times irritably, "It's not over yet? Let's not let people sleep."

Cheng Zhien didn't sleep for a while when he heard the voice of the school leader speaking from the direction of the rostrum,