Yang Zijian and Xie Xiaoqin walked side by side to the next floor, catching water and brushing their teeth in front of a long row of sinks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a while, thousands of boarders in the four dormitory buildings on the top of the hill woke up, men and women, and there was a commotion.

After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, Yang Zijian and Xie Xiaoqin, under the urging of the dormitory supervisor's whistle, ran non-stop to the gravel playground on the side of the dormitory to gather for morning exercises, and took a short break to go down the mountain to the first (2) class of the teaching building for morning reading.

At this time, at six o'clock in the morning, there were only a small number of students in the classroom, more than twenty people, all of whom were boarders from towns and factories, Yang Zijian was in the second seat in the third row, and there was a "buzzing" reading sound in the classroom, all of whom took advantage of the best time in the morning to endorse the book, including Xie Xiaoqin at the front table and Lin Yi at the same table on the left.

Yang Zijian stared at Lin Yi's naturally curly rice dumplings for a long time, Lin Yizheng was resting his forehead on the edge of the table, putting the book on his knees, and reciting the words silently in his mouth.

At the back table, Qian Li, one of the four major class flowers, also immersed herself in hard study, and could only see the soft shoulder-length black hair on her head.

The whole class almost read and endorsed like this.

Speaking of which, in the early nineties, there was no zoning for admission, and almost all the students who could enter Nanjian No. 1 Middle School were the top three junior high schools in the city, and they all had good study habits, self-discipline and sense of honor, so the admission rate of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School was very high.

For a time, there was a "buzzing" sound of reading in the seven classrooms of the first year of high school, which at first glance sounded like a monk in the temple was chanting, whether it was a person who really wanted to read or was forced to read, he would consciously start reading early in this atmosphere, except for Yang Zijian.

Yang Zijian was a little overwhelmed.

Today is Monday, September 9, according to the schedule for the morning class, he has physics, Chinese, mathematics and biology textbooks in his school bag, but he has no study plan, or he has long forgotten the study plan of his previous life, and he does not know what to memorize, what content needs to be memorized, and which formula definitions are not yet understood.

In other words, he is no longer accustomed to the mechanical learning method of high school, the so-called test-oriented education, that is, to treat people as machines, listen to class notes step by step every day, memorize the main points, do a good job of reviewing, and constantly answer questions is enough, and constantly review the old and learn the new every day, and engrave knowledge in the mouth, eyes, and brain.

High school studies, no creativity is required.

Yang Zijian sighed helplessly, and began to read early with the crowd, reciting mathematical formulas, biological definitions, English words, language annotations, etc. with his head down, but he didn't expect that after memorizing it only once in his brain, the knowledge that was almost returned to the teacher almost woke up, which made him excited, and decided to spend a period of time to memorize the textbook knowledge of the three years of high school again after completing the great cause of making money.

After reading half an hour early, the cafeteria bell rang and the doors opened to let the students in for breakfast.

Yang Zijian and Xie Xiaoqin walked together, crossed Taoli Garden, overpass, and west ramp, and walked into the tall and spacious canteen with hundreds of students. It was like a huge warehouse, with ten small windows in front of it full of people. There was a commotion all around, pots and pans were pounding, and the smell of vegetables and coriander was overflowing, and the students rarely enjoyed their leisure time with ease, so they were far more interested in chatting than eating.

Yang Zijian and Xie Xiaoqin, as well as Xie Qin's tablemate Lin Xun, and another fellow of Xie Qin's townsmen, fellow villagers and friends sat together, and the fellow was not in the same class as Xie Xiaoqin, so Yang Zijian didn't know what his name was, or he had introduced him but he forgot it completely.

The four of them occupy a half-round dining table, the stools are connected in circles, and they have to step up to sit down, and the four of them are already hungry, and they are drinking gruel and nibbling steamed buns with their heads down, and the chopsticks keep reaching for the pot of sauerkraut braised pork.

After eating half full, Yang Zijian sighed with satisfaction: "Wow, I finally came back to life." ”

Xie Xiaoqin's fellow villagers seemed to be very unhappy and kept staring at Yang Zijian, because Yang Zijian ate the most meat dishes, chopsticks were flying, like a starving ghost, and he didn't even eat a canteen dish, just cheekily ate Xie Xiaoqin's own dishes.

Yang Zijian was a little embarrassed, he really wanted to save some money for a plan. His total property is now less than 20 yuan, and the meal ticket is enough to eat for a month, but the food ticket is only 15 yuan, and he needs at least one yuan a day to save money, which can last for a month at most.

Therefore, Yang Zijian plans to temporarily "parasitize" the "little local tyrant" Xie Xiaoqin before making money, who called him a good friend in his previous life, and the cynicism of the "little fellow" should not be heard.

"Wow, you're a little thick-skinned, you don't even want to save lunch, do you?" The little fellow squinted and said.

Xie Xiaoqin explained to the little fellow dissatisfied: "The food in the cafeteria is less nutritious, Zijian is not in good health, it doesn't matter if you eat more, anyway, my mother will send food every week." ”

The thin and capable Lin Xun also condemned: "Everyone is friends, don't say such stingy words, it hurts people's self-esteem, do you know?" ”

The little fellow seemed to be a little jealous, and said sullenly with porridge: "I've only known each other for a few days, what kind of friend is it, I don't know people and faces." Xiao Qin and I have been friends for more than ten years......"

A penny is hard to beat a hero, it seems that this matter has to be settled, otherwise I'm really embarrassed to continue to take advantage.

Yang Zijian sighed, and explained to Xie Xiaoqin's fellow villager very seriously and sincerely: "During this time, my family's economic situation is not good, and after a month, I will be able to recover, and then I will invite everyone to eat a little stir-fry!" ”

Xie Xiaoqin asked with concern: "If you need money urgently, I still have some to borrow from you." ”

Yang Zijian had this plan, but no matter how thick-skinned he was, he was embarrassed to borrow money from classmates who had only known him for more than ten days, especially when his little fellow was glaring at him with suspicion, so he hurriedly shook his hand and said, "No, thank you." ”

Lin Xun saw that the scene was a little depressed, and immediately changed his mouth and said loudly: "Now that the class is carrying out club activities, do you want to sign up?" Wang Yun's writing club has been recruiting, but it's a pity that my composition is not good, Zijian, your last composition was good, you can go! ”

When Yang Zijian was in middle school, every essay was a must-read model essay for the teacher, but when he arrived at No. 1 Middle School, the master was like a forest, and Dugu Qiu became Lin Pingzhi, who was unaware of the public, and he only ranked fifth in the composition class last Thursday, only praised, and did not have the qualifications to read aloud as a model essay.

Of course, this was the case in a previous life.

In this life, his essays killed all the students in the school every minute, you know, more than 20 years later, he became a member of the Chinese Writers Association, published thousands of essays in various authoritarian newspapers and periodicals, hundreds of short and medium stories, and he entered the system, became the vice chairman of the Nanjian Writers Association and the deputy secretary general of the Nanjian Literary Federation, and a department-level cadre.

Therefore, he waved the sleeves of his loose school uniform and said confidently, "I will sign up." A shadow flashed in his mind, and he said secretly: For Wang Yun, I will never miss it again in my life!