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In the first year of high school in the early nineties, it seems that all courses are very important, there are no electives, only compulsory, Chinese, mathematics, English, politics, physics, chemistry, biology, history, geography, there are many courses, and only when the second year of high school is divided, the elective courses will reduce the difficulty of the content accordingly.

There are many empty desks in the classroom at night, Lin Yi ran to his fellow villagers to sit, Xie Xiaoqin was afraid of the heat and moved to the seat by the window, tonight's teacher on duty is the head teacher Li Min, he sat on the table by the back door to write lesson plans and wholesale homework, with short hair, a serious expression, a bit of a cell head.

Yang Zijian occupied the whole table alone, and for the first time began to seriously review, do homework, and preview.

Two days ago, Yang Zijian patronized the manuscript, neither attending classes well nor being in the mood to do homework. Now that the dust has settled on the job of submitting papers to become famous and making money, on this night, he finally decided to take care of himself, review all his homework, and do all the exercises assigned by the teacher.

He was originally introverted and shy, inferior and face-loving, there was always some inconsistency in learning, and the content he didn't understand was thrown aside, and as a result, the problems accumulated more and more, and the knowledge chain was faulty everywhere, and it was difficult to return.

But he won't delay any longer.

Copy all the thinking exercises you don't understand in a notebook, and then ask the "experts" to solve them.

Wow -

He pushed aside the double bench and stood up, and the whole class glanced at it: first of all, the head teacher PASS, Teacher Li teaches mathematics, and Yang Zijian is precisely strong in mathematics.

Xie Xiaoqin is the youngest in the class, less than fourteen years old, and he is still in the lutentation period, and his brain has not yet opened up, and it will take two years to reach the outbreak stage, and he will pass it temporarily.

swept it over, and finally looked at Zhang Jin, who was a super student who maintained the first or second place in the overall score of the whole year.

Zhang Jin sat at the last table in the fourth row, tall, looks very similar to Deng Wendi, high cheekbones, big mouth, and a large skeleton, completely opposite to China's petite and beautiful aesthetics, so she was listed as one of the "ugly girls" by the dormitory boys, and became a footnote to the ugly talents and girls, plus she focused on studying, and she did not fit in with the girls, so she always sat alone in the corner doing all kinds of test papers, it is said that she has read all the courses in the first year of high school, and is a monster-level genius.

Yang Zijian walked up to her and asked, "Zhang Jin, can I ask you some questions?" ”

Zhang Jin closed the roll in a little panic, wiped his bangs, looked up at Yang Zijian, and saw that he was calm, so he immediately nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Yang Zijian sat on the side of the table and handed over the notebook, which contained exercises for English, physics, chemistry, and even Chinese.

Zhang Jin nodded, picked up a pencil, and answered him one by one in his notebook: "The usage of this non-predicate verb is wrong...... That's how it should be...... Steps to ...... correctly"

If Yang Zijian still doesn't understand, she will patiently write out the key points of the entire knowledge chain, so that he can understand which knowledge link is missing.

Ten minutes passed.

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Yang Zijian was inexplicably heavy, and nodded to her sincerely to thank her.

Zhang Jin said "um", lowered his head, and continued to read the book-like exercises, much like Yuki Nagato in "The Melancholy of Haruhi in the Cool Palace", when she doesn't speak, she is a three-no girl, and when she talks about professional topics, she talks endlessly.

When Yang Zijian turned to leave, she suddenly said softly: "I am a member of the study committee, if you don't understand, just come and ask me." "It's hard to imagine that a tough girl who looks like Wendi Deng behaves so shy and quiet.

"Okay, thanks." Yang Zijian said unceremoniously, there is a free tutor, the nineties are too beautiful!

But his heart is heavy, because through Zhang Jin's counseling, he finally understood what his problem was, it was that he had forgotten too much junior high school knowledge, and junior high school knowledge and high school knowledge were actually a closely connected chain, and the lack of one or several links would make this chain chaotic.

"It seems that I need to review the content of junior high school English, physics, and chemistry!" He sighed, he had wanted to write a few essays, but now it seemed that he had to forget about it for the time being.

So, when Lin Yi came back, he accidentally happened to his weird tablemate and did strange things again, he kept writing essays for the first two days, and he kept memorizing junior high school textbooks tonight, I really don't know how this person was admitted to a high school!

Wednesday the following day.

At four o'clock in the morning, a special issue of the "Nanjian Daily" was printed on Wednesday.

At eight o'clock, the postman sends the newspaper to the various drop-off points.

At nine o'clock, the guard of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School received the newspaper and handed it to the office, which distributed it to all departments.

In Wednesday's special issue of "Hundred Gardens", the first article on the upper left is "Memories of the Frost Moon", and the author below is "Yang Zijian", and the front is also marked [Nanjian No. 1 Middle School], which is preferential treatment for first-time authors, and usually only [Nanjian] will be indicated.

Yang Zijian missed the publication of his works, he didn't pay attention to the newspapers of these two days, he only cared about the newspapers of the three days from Friday to Sunday, he believed that if it was published, it would be a supplement of three days this weekend at the earliest, and he didn't expect that "Nanjian Daily" would add his poems in advance because of the opening of the skylight, and he also deleted more than a dozen lines, so that he earned nearly twenty yuan less.

This group of poems marked "Nanjian No. 1 Middle School" was first seen by Director Liu of the principal's office, and then asked around, causing a small storm in the management of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School. Nanjian No. 1 Middle School attaches great importance to the school's propaganda and cultural construction, so the teaching and research department, the language group, the general affairs office, and the academic affairs office specially called several teachers with good writing to inquire about them, and asked them if they had a new pen name of "Yang Zijian", because everyone knows that among the teachers and staff of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, there is no such name as Yang Zijian.

Finally, Director Liu summarized the reactions of various departments and reported to President Lai: "It should be a mistake in the layout of the newspaper. ”

He paused and asked, "Would you like to call the newspaper to make an statement?" ”

Principal Lai thought about it for a while, shook his head and said: "Literary submission is a personal act, and the author should clarify it himself, and we don't need to remind us that if we make a big fuss, it will not be good." ”

Indeed, the reader thinks that there is a new poet in Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, and will think that No. 1 Middle School has produced many talents, but No. 1 Middle School itself specially reminds that this is not a person from No. 1 Middle School. This is a slap in the face!

Sometimes, it is rare to be confused and make a fortune in a muffled voice.