People are in good spirits on happy occasions and buy a Suzuki, invite his former friend Mo Mayang to help him, and entrust the license plate to someone who can be trusted; Huang Pingfan feels a strong sense of accomplishment inexplicably in his heart.

"Ma Yang, I want to take a ride, see the great changes in our Liying Town, and feel the new breath of the great motherland that is changing with each passing day. Are you going home, or are you going to follow me everywhere crazy?" asked Huang Pingfan.

"Ah, I'll follow you to go crazy too, top boy, whatever you do, it's amazing. Ma Yang smiled and said.

"Okay, then let you be the driver, let you have a good time with Suzuki. ”

"Hehe, that's a must, being able to drive for my boss is a blessing I've accumulated in my life. ”

"Yo he, our motors have learned to pat on the back, there is a future, there is a future, continue to carry forward, and it will become a great tool in the future. Huang Pingfan was amused.

"Hehe, that's that, Brother Xiao Fan said that it will be a big thing, and it will be fake. Ma Yang smiled a little obscenely.

"Oh, stop, stop, stop first, let me get used to it. Now, I'm covered in goosebumps all over my body, and I'm going to have to die of cold. ”

Huang Pingfan seemed to be really a little unable to hold on, and was bombarded by Ma Yang's sycophantic skills, and he was about to finish.

"Hehe......"

Laughing and laughing all the way, the two former classmates got together again and visited Liying Town hand in hand.

After a full day of playing, after having dinner outside, Huang Pingfan sent Mo Mayang back to his house.

Just as Mo Mayang was about to walk into his yard, he turned around and said, "Can you let Chen Kanji also go to Xixi Liang Middle School to study together?" In this way, there will be more people who can help you do things. ”

"Uh......" Huang Pingfan was a little speechless, Mo Mayang actually wanted to let him stuff people into the school again.

However, their friendship is here, and Chen Kanji, regardless of his past and present life, can be regarded as an old classmate and old friend of Huang Pingfan.

Therefore, after Huang Pingfan was stunned for a while, he patiently said to Mo Mayang: "Well, what about this, this semester, it should be impossible." Even if you want him to come, it will at least wait until next semester, or next school year. ”

"Why?" Mo Mayang didn't seem to have a look of embarrassment when he saw Huang Pingfan and said that he had stuffed himself into Western Liang Middle School, he thought it was very simple.

In fact, Mo Mayang is not unaware that it is still very difficult for local students to go to Nongken Middle School.

However, after all, almost all the powerful people in the farm now have gone to Shenzhen City and its surrounding cities.

In fact, those who stayed in Liying Town were no longer the most elite part of the farm talents.

Therefore, relatively speaking, now local students, as long as they have a way, can still go to Xiliang Middle School to study.

Otherwise, there would not be a chic class of the fifth class of high school, one class, all of which speak Liying.

Of course, Huang Pingfan didn't know that at this moment, Mo Mayang had imagined himself to be one of those characters in the novel.

"There are a couple of questions here, number one, you're the first one I've inserted, but you're just one person.

In this way, it doesn't look ugly, and people are not likely to say anything.

However, it is too much inserted, and it does not look good on the face. It's hard to say whether people are willing to help or not.

Second, you are just a social youth, and there is no difficulty in transferring schools.

However, Chen Kanji is a student of Raptors Middle School after all, and if he wants to come over, at the very least, he must have a transfer book, otherwise, people will have opinions on Raptors Middle School.

In society, there will inevitably be friction.

However, if it's okay or a little thing, just casually mess with people, then there's no need, you say, right?"

"Oh, that's okay, I also think that if Kanjizai comes, then we will have more people and it will be easier for us to do things.

However, since there are still so many troubles in this, let's wait for the next semester or school year. ”

"Well, thank you for your understanding!" Huang Pingfan said with a smile, then started the engine and slipped away.

"Hehe......" Looking at Huang Pingfan's disappearing back, Mo Mayang stood at the door of his house and smirked.

A little girl ran out, shook her little hand in front of Ma Yang, and said, "Hey, are you stupid, come in and eat if you're not stupid!"

"Hey, we've eaten out too. Ma Yang blew at the little girl ostentatiously.

Huang Pingfan rode Suzuki and rushed to Liying Middle School.

On the way, his mind replayed his past and present lives, and there were many scenes of interacting with Chen Kanji, just like a movie.

I feel a little uncomfortable, Chen Kanji, a very good classmate, but Huang Pingfan seems to owe a lot to others in his previous life.

"If you have the opportunity, then make up for him, in the previous life, he was powerless, and he must not be so aggrieved in this life. Huang Pingfan thought to himself.

Because of Suzuki's appearance, the younger brothers and sisters are very envious, and the relatives and sisters Yin Qiao and her younger brother Yin Wenyan, who are temporarily staying at home, are also brightened when they see it.

After spending a Sunday at home, leaving a few hundred yuan, Huang Pingfan went back to school.

Although the adults in the family are not there, the relatives and sisters are there, and the younger brothers and sisters will not be without food, and the life is still living in an orderly manner, as always.

On Monday morning, during a self-study class, Huang Pingfan ran to the office of the old principal, Principal Yang Bo.

"Hello Principal Yang! I'm Huang Pingfan from the first and second classes of high school, I don't know if Principal Yang still remembers me?" Huang Pingfan generously stretched out his hand.

Principal Yang Bo felt very novel, how could this little guy want to shake hands with him like a big man?

However, Principal Yang Bo is also an atmospheric person, he didn't have a look of contempt at all, but smiled happily, held Huang Pingfan's outstretched hand, and asked, "Classmate, are you in trouble? Why didn't you come here during class time?"

Principal Yang Bo obviously doesn't remember Huang Pingfan anymore, it seems that the scene of arranging classes before the start of school is just a small wave in life, fleeting, and there is no trace left at all.

Huang Pingfan also knew his own weight, and he didn't dare to think that other people could remember such a little guy as himself.

If people remember, it is estimated that they will only remember it, and his disabled leg is not a good thing, because it is pitiful and pitiful, but it will definitely not be a high look.

Compared with pity, Huang Pingfan longs for respect and even worship more.

"Principal, we are in the first and second classes of high school, this class is a self-study class, I don't believe you can just look at the class schedule. ”

Principal Yang Bo didn't look at the class schedule because he didn't think it was necessary.

A student, whether it is a self-study class or not, as long as there is a class, then he must study well in the classroom. There's no such thing as wandering around in self-study classes, and if that's the case, then the school will be chaotic.

However, Huang Pingfan did not leave time for Principal Yang Bo to reprimand him.

He smiled and said, "Principal, I participated in the school essay competition a while ago and won the third prize, and I am one of the four winners in the first year of high school. ”

Principal Yang Bo was stunned: What kind of achievement is this? Is it necessary to show off everywhere?

But Huang Pingfan still didn't leave time for Principal Yang Bo to express his opinion.

He said: "Principal, there are very few essay competitions now, and I don't have much motivation to improve and improve. ”

Principal Yang Bo almost went crazy, he thought to himself: What is not the motivation to improve? Isn't the composition homework assigned by the Chinese teacher the motivation? Aren't the tests and exams the motivation?

At this time, Huang Pingfan spoke again and said: "Principal, I plan to submit articles to newspapers and magazines, on the one hand, I can exercise my ability, and on the other hand, I can also enhance the media exposure of our school and improve the popularity of our school." ”

Principal Yang Bo really wanted to vomit about the little kid in front of him.

What does it mean to increase your school's media exposure?

What does it mean to increase the visibility of the school?

Isn't our school bad?

Need you a little kid to step up?

Xiliang No. 1 Middle School, which is a complete high school at the same level as Jiangjiang No. 1 Middle School, is it really bad?

The No. 1 Middle School in the prefecture-level city, if this is still bad, how many schools are not bad that day?

Because, regardless of his past and present life, Huang Pingfan has dealt with this high-ranking and powerful brother, and this impression he has always given him is a very approachable and kind person without a frame, so Huang Pingfan plans to come here to practice his hands and publish a few articles.

Although, now Huang Pingfan's IQ is not as good as in his previous life, at least some articles Huang Pingfan still has some impressions.

In his previous life, Huang Pingfan was able to publish a lot of articles in newspapers, and it is estimated that he can still do it now.

However, it may be because Huang Pingfan came from class that he was skipping class, and Principal Yang Bo's attitude was very unfriendly, and Huang Pingfan was a little frightened.

It seems that if you can't publish an article this time, don't think about coming again in the future, and trouble this Mr. First Brother.

"Sister System, I want a very high-quality article after 1993, can you help?" Huang Pingfan urgently called Sister System, this is his biggest backer and biggest reliance in his life.

"Ding, preferential period, an excellent article in a national journal of less than 5,000 words, 100 source points. ”

"If there is an excellent article in a national journal, then I send it to a national journal, can it definitely be published?" Huang Pingfan begged for assurance.

"Ding, no. "Sister System didn't give the slightest guarantee.

Huang Pingfan was dizzy for a moment, and then he figured it out.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying in China, 'Don't be afraid of the article in the world, as long as the article is the examiner'.

An article, if well written, then no one will say bad.

But how good is it?

It's hard to say, different periods, different regions, different reviews, and the scores given are different.

Although a good thing is a good thing, its popularity is not necessarily the same.

In other words, even if the work with the 2018 Nobel Prize in Literature is published in newspapers and periodicals at all levels, no one dares to guarantee that it will definitely be published.

Because, a work that can be recognized in one period, or in this region, may not be recognized in another period or region.