After the crossing, this young body is the greatest wealth, the young man is strong, there is no serious illness, he has been fighting for a long time, and he is a good man. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The traffickers he was most concerned about when he woke up had been caught.

This kid was ruthless enough, he found the traffickers early in the morning, pretended to repair the house, blocked the door for more than two hours, and waited until the TV station came, so he asked Zhao Zejun to come and harvest the ready-made, which made a big limelight.

If within two hours, the traffickers have other ways to escape, or the house simply can't support it and collapses, the few children in the house will definitely not end well, but this is not in the scope of the army's consideration at all.

As soon as the traffickers appeared, Junzi was ready to do it, a short-distance race, not many people in the entire sports school could run past him, not to mention a fat woman in her forties, who didn't run fifty meters, was caught up by Junzi from behind, a standard judo move, and fell heavily to the ground like a rice bag.

Zhao Zejun thought about it, and still said to Jiang Xuan: "You usually watch the army more, if no one cares, he is easy to have an accident when he is like this." ”

Jiang Xuan didn't care, and said: "Make the best use of things, make the best use of people's talents, everyone has their own life, and you can't control it by relying on management." ”

"What happened to the traffickers?" Zhao Zejun changed the subject.

Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "I sent it to the police station." The police said that with the three children today, let alone ten years in prison, eighty percent of them are still habitual offenders. The whole process was filmed by reporters that day, and it was broadcast live on the TV station, and the people were extremely angry, and they were absolutely severely sentenced, even if she was not shot, I estimated that she would not be able to come out in the future. ”

"What about the three children?" asked Zhao Zejun.

"Two eldest children, a boy and a girl, the female is six years old, the man is four years old, the six-year-old girl still remembers where her home is, the police have already contacted the other party's parents, I heard that it is not far away, the other party's parents have rushed over. The little boy was confused and couldn't tell the innocent situation, and the baby couldn't even speak, so he was temporarily placed in the police station, and a female policeman took care of him to see if he could find some information from the traffickers. ”

Zhao Zejun snorted and said, "This broken place should be demolished." I met drug addicts in it several times, and my aunt in her forties was still selling them, so she pulled me in. ”

"Did you go in?" old ginger went to the fire!" Jiang Xuan said with a strange smile.

As he was talking, the door of the ward was pushed open, and two people walked in, still carrying fruit baskets and holding flowers.

"Teacher He, secretary, why are you here?" Zhao Zejun was stunned.

The head teacher Lao He, the secretary of the Party Committee of the Fourth Middle School.

"Secretary Sun, this is Zhao Zejun from our class. Lao He introduced Zhao Zejun to Secretary Sun, and then said to Zhao Zejun with a smile: "The school leaders saw your deeds from TV, and Secretary Sun specially came to express his condolences on behalf of the school." ”

"Thank you, Secretary Sun. Zhao Zejun was about to sit up from the bed.

"Xiao Zhao, you lie down, you lie down, you don't have to sit. Secretary Sun bowed slightly, helped Zhao Zejun, and then sat side by side with Teacher He on the empty bed on the side, and said with a smile: "Teacher He, your class has cultivated a good student and won glory for the school!"

"All of them are good in popularizing the spiritual civilization work in schools. Lao He said.

Lao He and Secretary Sun, including Zhao Zejun, are all 'their own people' in the fourth middle school, and they don't have to be too fake when they speak, after a few clichés, Secretary Sun smiled and explained his true intention to Zhao Zejun.

"Xiao Zhao, the principal was going to come in person today, I think he came to you without any practical significance, we discussed, the principal went to the Municipal Education Commission, and wanted to give you an excellent three-good student in the city before graduation, and it will be regarded as a qualification for you in the future, and it will look good on your resume." Although the selection of the city's three good students has long ended, but your situation is special this time, and even the city attaches great importance to it. ”

"It's a pity, if you'd be a sophomore in high school this year. Lao He said regretfully.

Zhao Zejun was stunned for a while, and only reacted after a while. If you are a sophomore in high school and get the city's three good students, you will hope to select the provincial three good students, and the municipal three good is an honor, and the provincial three good have real benefits: the college entrance examination plus ten points.

For a student like Zhao Zejun who can take 540 in the mock exam, ten points more, it is equivalent to entering a key university steadily.

Zhao Zejun didn't care too much, the little prophet in his stomach was converted to forty or fifty points, and whether or not he had this ten points did not affect whether he could be admitted to the University of Science and Technology.

However, the glory of one more city-level three-good student will help me in my future: I was excellent in character and learning in high school, and then I made great achievements, which seems to be a matter of course.

Secretary Sun shushed the cold and warmed up again, asked Zhao Zejun to have a good rest, returned to school as soon as possible to prepare for the college entrance examination, and left after leaving condolences and left.

Lao He walked at the end, and when Secretary Sun went out, she put away the smile on her face, and put on the familiar old woman's face of Zhao Zejun, and said: "The classmates in the class want to come to see you, I stopped it, and I am about to take the college entrance examination, you still have to focus on the college entrance examination, of course it is right to do good deeds, but being admitted to a good university is what really determines your life, understand." ”

"Understood, understood. Zhao Zejun nodded with a smile.

The arrival of the school leaders seemed to have kicked off the prelude to condolences to the heroes, and in the next two days, several waves of people appeared in Zhao Zejun's ward.

The streets of Gaogang Village, the streets where the school is located, the old men and old ladies of Gaogang Village......

There are two groups of people, Zhao Zejun doesn't know each other at all, a young couple, a parent with a daughter, that is, ordinary citizens, after seeing Zhao Zejun's deeds on TV, they spontaneously came to condole.

Through the online publicity between them, as well as the live TV interview on the same day, Zhao Zejun and Jiang Xuan, the rescue construction team, became completely famous, lonely old people, veterans, and abduction, these things can most affect the nerves of ordinary people.

Even if they don't have kidnapping now, they will be fathers and mothers in the future, and almost everyone hates traffickers.

After Zhao Zejun took the illness to participate in the rescue, flew to rescue the baby, and used his body as a human cushion to protect the child After the scene was broadcast on TV, this high school student became a hero in Yijiang City.

After two days, the small ward was full of flower and fruit baskets.

After all, there are only a few people who come to the hospital, and there are still many people who go to the site in Gaogang Village to donate money and materials. Those who donate money will not be accepted, and those who donate materials can ask for it. Zhao Zejun lived in less than half of the house, and the two rooms on the second floor were full of various daily necessities.

Flowers, fruit baskets, instant noodles, mineral water, quilts, and even flashlight batteries...... It's enough to open a grocery store.

On the morning of Zhao Zejun's discharge, a large group of people poured into the ward.

Parents, attending doctors, hospital leaders, Director Yang of the neighborhood office, police, a few people I don't know.

The 'middle-aged man in a suit' I saw that day was still held in the middle like a star arching moon, and the female reporters and cameramen who went to Gaogang Village followed behind to shoot, the scene was very large, and the ward was not too small to be crowded, and there was no place to stay.

"Xiao Zhao, hello, I am Yang Jun from the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee. The middle-aged man in the suit smiled kindly and stretched out his right hand to Zhao Zejun.