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On August 28, 85, Zhang Xingming carried a schoolbag containing only pens and notebooks, and walked into the gate of No. 6 Middle School with Jiang Zexi, Dachang, Liu Xiancheng, Zhu Mengcai, Li Shucai, and Li Baojun. Dadong Xiaoming and they went to the Seventh Middle School like the previous life, and they were the children of the machine repair factory.

At the school gate, there were more than a dozen people squatting along the walls on both sides of the gate, some of them were senior students at school, some were bastards who did not go to school, wearing vests, pants and cloth shoes, cigarettes were crooked in their mouths, squatting on the ground and looking up at these little children in their eyes who were newly enrolled.

All the new students who were watching did not dare to look at them, and walked into the school gate with their heads bowed and quickened their pace, as if it would give them some sense of security, and in fact the bastards in society did not dare to do anything in the school, but most of these bastards were school students.

I don't know what the junior high school looks like in other places, but here in Nanfen, there are two middle schools in the sixth and seventh middle schools, and each grade has a special class, and all the students who don't study and mess around in this grade are gathered together.

The students in this class are all "celebrities" of all grades or schools, fighting, engaging in matchmaking, mingling with people in society all day long, stealing things, dancing, bullying classmates and stealing money, and after graduation, they all become social bastards.

I don't know if the school is still like this now.

When I came up from Guobao, I walked through the back door of the school, and when I entered the school gate, I saw the backyard of the school, the water room and the toilet. The playground in front of the school is the one that passes through or around the top of the building, which is higher than the back and the same height as the ground floor of the school. The classroom for the third grade is on the first floor, half underground.

The playground is not very big, there is a seven or eight acres of land, surrounded by tall poplar trees, the playground is facing and then go up one step, it is the old building of the original school, very small, only two floors, and now it is the teacher's dormitory.

The new students all gathered on the playground, and after waiting for a while, the loudspeaker sounded: "Assemble, assemble, assemble, line up according to the original class, hurry up." The new students lined up in elementary school classes under the gaze of the old students around the playground.

There are fewer people in Guojia Primary School, only two classes, and there are more students in Zhaobao, there are five classes, and there is also a class in a rural primary school, which is lined up in eight queues on the playground.

After lining up, seven teachers came over, stood in front of the eight queues, faced the gap in the student queue, and then the loudspeaker began to shout: "The first class of junior high school, the students who read the list line up in front of the so-and-so teacher." The teacher standing first raised his arm, the loudspeaker began to roll call, and some students kept coming out of the original queue and standing in front of the teacher who raised his hand to line up again.

The first class finished the second class, the third class, the fourth class, and the fifth class, and soon completed seven classes, and each class teacher led the new students into the building, and the classroom of the first year of junior high school was on the third floor.

The students were a little curious and nervous to follow the teacher into the classroom, and sat down in their positions under the teacher's command in the order of the queue.

Different from the primary school with a desk for two people, this is a small desk for a single person, but it is still a boy and a woman and two students sitting together, except that there is no need to draw three or eight lines, which is the same as in primary school.

The desks are very different, some are obviously very new, some are old, they are full of words or lines, and the students who are assigned to the old desks are not very happy, but they dare not say it, and they sit there aggrieved, and there are two girls who are still crying silently with their heads down.

Zhang Xingming was assigned to the third row, and the same table was Liu Shulan, who had been a little worried about whether there would be any changes, no, it was exactly the same as the previous life. He sat there looking back and forth, looking for the familiarity in his memory, and found that there was no inner touch, just not as nervous as the other classmates.

The head teacher is still Teacher Wang Xiaoli, she is still very young at this time, twenty-six or seventeen years old, and her daughter has just been born at this time.

Roll call, the teacher got to know the students one by one, and then the class cadres, at this time, the teacher selected the class cadres according to their academic performance, Zhang Xingming was the first place in the class placement test in his last life, and he got a study committee, and he really was, the school committee in this life.

The squad leader is still Dong Yugang, the deputy squad leader Na Hongfei, the life committee member Zou Linfeng, the sports committee member Wang Shiwei, and the literature and art committee member Gao Lijun.

Then the books were distributed, and the class leaders went to the office together to carry the new books to the class and helped the teacher to distribute them to each student.

"From today on, you are a junior high school student, no longer a child, I hope that the students can study hard, work hard, do a good job of five stresses, four beauties and three loves, and contribute to the realization of the four modernizations of the motherland in the future.

The following group, each row is a group, remember the people in their own group, take turns on duty every day, from tomorrow, the students on duty should arrive at school early, clean up the classroom, mop the floor clean, and set up the tables and chairs every night after school, clean the ground, close the windows, close the door, lock the classroom door to leave the school, do you understand?

"Listen~Ming~White~. ”

"Every day in class, when the bell rings, you have to go back to your seat and sit down, the teacher comes in and the class leader shouts to stand up, and everyone stands up and shouts hello to the teacher, do you understand?"

"Ming~white~. ”

"Okay, now practice, squad leader. ”

Dong Yugang stood up: "All stand up." The classmates stood up in a mess: "Old ~~ Shi (old) ~ Good (teacher) Shi ~ Good (good) good ~." Teacher Wang knocked on the podium and said, "What kind of messy things are you shouting, you haven't eaten in the morning?" ”

Everyone sat down, the chairs and tables that hit were chaotic, and after sitting down, Dong Yugang stood up again: "Everyone stand up." This time, everyone stood up faster and more together, but the shouting was still messy. So I started again, shouted seven or eight times, and finally barely passed.

Then it was a collective cleaning up of the house, and the teacher assigned it, one group to wipe the glass, one group to mop the floor, one group to wipe the tables and chairs, and one group went downstairs to the backyard to fetch water, and the classroom immediately became a battlefield, and the miasma of black smoke was there.

The tables and chairs were knocked upside down, banging loudly, sweeping the floor with a broom from back to front, no matter whether there was anyone or not, suddenly a burst of jerk, dust all over the sky, female classmates shouted to hide, and the man scolded angrily: "What a forced play, you can't be light." ”

"What's going on?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What do you want?"

"What do you want?"

"No, what do you want?"

"What's going on?"

"What are you doing?" Teacher Wang came over and slapped one person at a time, "Work hard, which group are you? Standing here Gaha? It's none of your business?"

Zhang Xingming was in the group of fetching water, and two people carried a bucket. If you can't do it, it's like they are now, swaying all over the place is full of water, and when you look at it in the classroom, there is only half a bucket left.

After a while, two people came up with water, and the floor in the corridor inside and outside the classroom was full of water, and other classes began to work.

After finishing the hygiene, the school will be dismissed, and the official class will start tomorrow, and the students of Guojiabao will wait for each other, and everyone will go home together.

It's still the back door, and there's still a group of little bastards outside, not squatting at this time, standing on the side of the road in groups of threes and twos, after school, you can start fighting.

There are older brothers or neighbors in the senior grades who follow the big ones, and the senior ones are generally not afraid of these bastards, and the bastards don't provoke them easily, and it's safe to go with them.

Girls are also safe, Northeast men, don't bully girls, even if you are a hooligan, you are a man. In other words, in my impression, he was very good in society and could cut people when he had nothing to do, and he seemed to be very afraid of his wife, strange things.

Zhang Xingming and a few of them are not big enough to protect them, they followed their brother in their last life, and their brother went to junior high school in the city in this life. Five or six people walked out the back door of the school with their school bags on their backs.