At the beginning of school on September 1st, Zhao Yanjing's eyes were full of nostalgia when he sat on his father's big bicycle; this kind of large bicycle, the Phoenix legend, would be canceled in a few years, and it will never be seen again.

Three Trees Junior High School is more than ten miles away from home, and if you walk home, one hour is enough.

Although he doesn't have time to go to school, he has to keep a low profile in everything he does, and if he doesn't even go to middle school, how can he go to high school and find his future wife.

The guy who gave him a lot of headaches and was helpless, even if he met late before, he would definitely have to hold it in his own hands in this life.

When he came to the door, Zhao Yanjing shook his head slightly; he didn't meet any good friends in junior high school, and he got along well, but he also broke off contact later; the future path is different, and naturally there won't be too many intersections.

However, there is one person who has helped him a lot, although the two are not good friends on the surface, but Zhao Yanjing treats him as a brother.

At the same time, the two were classmates in the second year of junior high school, and when they were in technical school for five years, they were also in the same class, and after graduation, the relationship was always good.

"Tell you, give me a good job in junior high school, if you can't even study well in junior high school, let alone improve to high school, you won't be able to get into college; ”

"yes, okay. ”

My father didn't say much, he always had high expectations of himself, but his rebellious period was after the age of twenty-five, and he was very disappointed in that time.

has been a puppet for half his life, Zhao Yanjing wants his freedom, but his parents want to control everything over him too much, and they almost interfere with everything for his good.

It's just that in the end, there is no way to interfere, and Zhao Yanjing at that time acted completely according to his own ideas, and no one could control it.

As my father entered the school, he went straight to the office to find one of the teachers who had signed up, and after a set of procedures, my father left, and he came to a classroom.

In the sixth class of the first grade, the homeroom teacher's surname is Chen; he is only 1.6 meters tall, but he is very strong; in the whole junior high school, eight out of ten teachers have practiced, and one of them is still a woman.

I remember that night self-study, I was slapped a lot by this homeroom teacher, and even after the beating, he didn't know what was going on.

At that time, I only thought that I was talking too much and was being killed as an example, but later I learned that many teachers in the school had lent money to their aunts, as if they were being used as a punching bag.

But that wouldn't happen at this point, because he took out a book and read it when he entered the classroom, and he needed to get rid of all the books in the shortest possible time.

A figure walked into the classroom, not attracting much attention, it was a girl, who looked very ordinary to others, at least in the eyes of others, not too stunning.

Zhao Yanjing raised his head unnaturally, and the two eyes were facing each other, and at that moment, Zhao Yanjing's gaze was completely attracted, and the same was true for the other party.

Time passed minute by minute, about seven or eight seconds passed, and Zhao Yanjing looked away, his expression full of nostalgia.

This is the dream lover he has had a crush on for twelve years,