Back in high school, I attacked my rival

Jie Qingyang: "Hei Pi, what do 16-year-old young girls like?" Li Zhuo: "I don't know about that either. I usually don't need to chase after girls. Girls come to me on their own initiative." Jie Qingyang: "Do you have a girlfriend?" Li Zhuo: "No, I didn't agree. If you have time to fall in love, it's better to play more games. Women affect my hand speed. I have time to ask those girls who left lights for me." Jie Qingyang: "Okay , Did you finish the homework? Take a picture and show me it.” Li Zhuo: “That’s right!! Tomorrow will be closed, so I’ll go to Chen Junhe’s home and ask him about the homework. Tian tried to complete the holiday homework independently at home, but failed.

Especially his previous invincible mathematics, every problem seems to be a little familiar, they should know each other, but they just can't solve it, there is something missing.

If he thinks too much, he gets a headache. Since he went back to inherit the family business in his sophomore year, he hasn't had much contact with knowledge, but with business culture.

Who would have thought that he would go back to more than ten years ago and start his life over again.

Besides, liberal arts questions are really abnormal, such as geography: "Why are red dates planted in large quantities in northern Shaanxi?" He thought about it for a long time. It may be that northern Shaanxi is sunny and the land is suitable for planting, otherwise there is no one in our northern region.

The answer is because the locals like red, and red is festive.

He vomited blood and rolled his eyes. Obviously, the answer to liberal arts depends entirely on the mood of the questioner. It is unreasonable. After all, science is better.

Politics is even more difficult to understand. If you can memorize it, you may not be able to write it. If you write it, you may not be right. If you are right, you may not get full marks.

History He thinks that his personal historical and cultural reserves are not bad. Once he writes all classical Chinese, he knows all the characters, and when they are put together, they are a little bit better. Each answer has its own reason, and it seems to be correct.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you do twelve multiple-choice questions, you can be wrong in eleven, and the only one that is right is just to prove that he is a person, not a beast.

Salt fish, lie flat, don't be so tired in this life.

Is liberal arts something that people learn?

No wonder it is often said that in the previous life, I killed pigs and studied literature in this life.

For the sake of my daughter-in-law, I came to the liberal arts class not to study, but to watch my wife conveniently.

With this in mind, Jie Qingyang reached out and picked up the English vocabulary list on the side, wanting to recite a few words to enrich himself.

"abandon, abandon, abandon, abandon. abandon, abandon, abandon, abandon, abandon, abandon, abandon, abandon..."

put down the book, "abandon, a, b, a, n, d, ??"

How can I beat He Zhixiu? The gears of fate suddenly turned. If this important person doesn't show up, I'm thinking about it every day.

But I'm a little curious, how he fell in love with Yan Jiajia, a people's teacher, who went to fall in love with students, and how he thought he was so sanctimonious and a hypocrite.

But when I think about it, he is just an intern teacher. After the internship, he will not have this status. I will go, and Jie Qingyang's back will feel cold, so why did they break up again in the end? Isn't it because he left.

Negative man!

After Yan Jiajia deleted him, she didn't add it back again. Her words were too abrupt, which scared her daughter-in-law.

In the past, I wanted to hold her in the palm of my hand, and I didn't dare to speak loudly, and I never yelled.

Jie Qingyang took back his mobile phone and wanted to visit Yan Jiajia's space, when the door opened suddenly, which scared him to sit down quickly, threw the mobile phone aside, and opened the English book.

"Son, I'm still studying." Zhou Aoqing brought a plate of cut fruits into the house and put them on the table. "Eat some fruit." Jie Qingyang raised his head, "I'm not tired, eat later."" How about the liberal arts class? Can you keep up?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I can understand," it means being sleepy.

Zhou Aoqing stared: "Son, if you are too tired, go back to the science class. Mom can lick her face and say," "I don't want to go back, Mom, I can do the path I chose."

"Mom just thinks that your temperament has changed recently, which is too different from before. I thought you were in a relationship, but you said that you haven't talked yet. Do you have something on your mind?"

Jie Qingyang was not surprised at what his mother said. After all, it was a piece of flesh that fell from her body, and even a slight change could not escape the discernment. He nodded, "Yes."

Zhou Aoqing's eyes sparkled, there were worries, curiosity, gossip, and complacency.

When she met Jie Ruyang at the age of 16, she determined to be a close friend of the child after giving birth, a mother and a friend, and the children she raised were even better than them.

Jie Qingyang held Zhou Aoqing's hand: "Mom, let me work with my dad, we will definitely make a fortune." If he doesn't want to study, he should go shopping at his age.

Zhou Aoqing was stunned. This is not the first time his son has said such nonsense. Why on earth did he not want to study? He obviously loved studying in the past, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't study for a day. Could it be that there was a bug in his own education?

"Son, why are you talking nonsense again? Is it because you didn't eat well in your studies, and someone bullied you," "No. Mom, look, anyway, you have to come out to make money after finishing your studies, come out early to make money and come out after graduating from college. What's the difference in earning, and I can earn two more years," Jie Qingyang casually made up a theory that reading is useless even he despises it.

Zhou Aoqing's complexion began to change, he stepped back and touched the table, grabbed the edge of the table with his fingers, turned his face slightly to prevent Jie Qingyang from seeing her, "Xiaoyang, what do you do, mother always supports you," Jie Qing Yang jumped for joy, his mother is so good, he agreed! ?In the next second, I want to throw away these headache-inducing books.

He wanted to hug Zhou Aoqing, but found that the other person's head was lowered, and he exuded a low breath from the inside out.

"Mom? What's wrong with you, in fact, I just..."

Zhou Aoqing looked at him, "Son, this matter is a bit sudden, mother needs to think about it carefully, but you remember, what to do at any age, you should learn at this stage, you say such things, let mother feel The long-term efforts are in vain, unacceptable..."

"I was wrong, Mom, I was just joking. I know that people need to read more. Reading can not only bring wealth, but also cultivate one's morality wisely. Moreover, the careers that one can choose without studying are limited. They are all hard work. How can there be any educated people?" The job prospects are good, mom, I'm sorry, I just started thinking about it, and then my brain got hot," Jie Qingyang took Zhou Aoqing's hand, "It's still because dad works too hard, and he comes home late every day, so he can't accompany mom, mom must miss her very much Husband, I just think that if I go out to work, my father can come home earlier, and our family can be reunited. Really, I just want to share the burden of the family, not really want to stop studying, I really like reading I wish I could read it for the rest of my life." Zhou Aoqing laughed and pointed to his head, "Look at you, you have never been so glib, so restrained and honest before, but now you are like a monkey with a weird elf, I don't know what's going on in your head , this character...Finally follow me for once," "Mom, you are the best mother in the world, so of course I have to follow you."

———In the evening, Li Zhuocai sent a photo of his homework, Jie Qingyang actually wanted to work hard after such an experience just now, he didn't want to see his mother sad, and he might be disappointed in the end.

He was the number one scholar in science in the province back then, Zhou Aoqing hugged and kissed him for half an hour, and the whole family celebrated like crazy.

the student surpasses the master.

The foundation is there, not starting all over again.

But he chose the liberal arts, so he copied it first, and waited for his rise.

Li Zhuo sent the homework he had copied, not Chen Junhe's, which made Jie Qingyang very scared.

The handwriting is flying like a phoenix, like a symbol.

While copying, I had to ask Li Zhuo for translation.

Jie Qingyang: "I can't post the original manuscript, so I have to send yours?" Li Zhuo: "Chen Junhe is sick, he won't let me copy it, he has to guide me on the spot! Otherwise, I went in the morning, why did I come home at night, the game I didn’t make it, it’s so annoying! I wasted my whole day of vacation. That dog is just relying on his studies to bully me!” Jie Qingyang: “Okay, what time do you go back to school tomorrow?” Li Zhuo: “06:30 When I arrive at school, I usually go there at six o’clock. But this time it’s the new class teacher, I want to go early to make a good impression, hehe,” Jie Qingyang lay on the bed, thought about it and typed: “Do you know who our new class teacher is? Li Zhuo: "I asked my parents, but they didn't let go, and they told me with a smile that your kid has a promising future. I guess you have a lot of background. So go early!" Jie Qingyang put down his phone, pillowed I held my arms and thought alone. I didn’t pay much attention to liberal arts before. There are 15 classes in a grade, 10 classes in science, and only 5 classes in liberal arts. The liberal arts innovation class is slightly better.

Isn't it commonplace to change teachers? If you don't do well in the exam in the future, you can say that the liberal arts teacher is not good. It can't be attributed to your stupidity.

The next day, Jie Qingyang got up early, packed his things, and set off after breakfast.

Before leaving, Zhou Aoqing stuffed 200 yuan, letting him buy whatever he wanted.

His meal card is filled by the school all the year round, so don't worry about it, Zhou Aoqing is afraid that he will have no money to fall in love, so don't be stubborn!

Jie Qingyang did not refuse, took the money and turned to take a taxi to school.

He moved into the dormitory of the liberal arts innovation class last time after the dormitory aunt agreed to take leave. Since there are few boys in the liberal arts class, all of them are on the first floor, which is convenient for him, and he doesn't have to climb the stairs.

Dragging a suitcase and walking on the empty and quiet Tuzhi Avenue, I don't want to wait until there are many people.

On the left side of Tuzhi Avenue is a 400-meter circular plastic runway, table tennis and badminton courts, and on the right side are teaching buildings and administrative buildings.

It's [-]:[-] in the morning, and the guards have just started their duties. I didn't expect someone to be so active on the day of the vacation. It turned out that it was Nangao Xueshen, who greeted him enthusiastically and asked politely if he needed help.After Jie Qingyang politely refused, he walked slowly.

Nangao in the early morning is lonely and solemn, filled with a strong atmosphere of knowledge, which is unique to the campus.

There were people in twos and threes jogging in the morning on the plastic playground, Jie Qingyang took a casual glance, and caught a glimpse of the figure that annoyed him.

He Zhixiu!

His tall figure is hard to ignore.

Why did I have to glance more just now? I had bad luck early in the morning, my eyes were dirty, and I didn't look at the almanac when I went out.

He Zhixiu came to do morning exercises at 06:30, and he has almost finished it after more than half an hour. He took out a wet tissue and wiped his sweat before heading to the dormitory.

The faculty dormitory is next to the male dormitory.

Fortunately, it's not that friends don't get together.

"It's so early? Have you eaten yet?" As soon as He Zhixiu came up, he met Jie Qingyang who was dragging his suitcase to the dormitory.

Jie Qingyang snorted coldly, "Unlucky!"

He Zhixiu: "..."