In the fourth class in the morning, the entire Chengnan Middle School was quiet. The spring breeze blows through the campus, the leaves of the evergreen mango tree and the longan tree rattle, and occasionally one or two small birds stand on the branches and jump around, chirping, as if trying to find insects among the leaves.

The six-storey self-improvement building, under the unwarm spring day, stands tall and tall, and the bright red brick wall slowly fades the most charming color after several years of wind, frost and rain. In the interest room on the first floor, the first-year junior high school children who have just entered the school are taking physical education classes, and they are divided into several interest circles that are clear to each other. In the real yàn room on the sixth floor, there are a few classes that happen to be the fourth class of the real yàn class, under the explanation and leadership of the teacher, carefully do the real yàn, hoping that one day from this classroom can come out of a well-known expert in the country.

In Class 2 of the third classroom on the third floor, the students all lowered their heads, frowned at a pair of worried brows that did not match their age, and looked at the math papers on the table, or energetic, or sad, or struggling to write, or scribbling.

I saw that five or six minutes had passed, standing on the podium like a general inspecting the soldiers, staring at the students in the audience, and seeing that the time was up, he asked the first student in each row of seats to start collecting the test papers from the back row, so the unfinished ones were more nervous to scribble the answers, and the finished ones began to turn their heads to ear to ear to the answers, and the poor students had already given up on themselves and ignored them, and the students who were willing to go up lamented that I was writing a few words slowly, and the whole classroom was like a pot of water, dripping with a drop of boiling oil, causing a chaotic sound.

Xu Youcai stood silently, his right hand flipping through the math book that had just been handed out this semester, while thinking about the knowledge points and key points to be explained in this class. After all the test papers were sorted out and placed on the podium, Xu Youcai didn't care how agitated the students in the audience were now, and began to talk about the knowledge points of the second subsection by himself.

The students in the audience also seemed to expect that Xu Laoyou's teaching attitude was different from the past, and slowly calmed down the mood of the exam just after the exam, the good students sitting in the front row, stared at the board books on the blackboard with wide eyes, and the students sitting in the back row took out the extracurricular books and began to read them with relish.

Ning Zhichu did poorly in the final exam in the first semester of the second year of junior high school, so he could only sit at the back of the middle row, and in the past, he must have been dissatisfied with Xu Youcai. However, now Ning Zhichu has changed his mentality, and he is grateful to Xu Youcai for letting him sit in a lower position, so that he can sneak and quickly copy "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" in his notebook. Anyway, he had a cursory look at the knowledge points to be talked about in today's math class a few times in the morning, it was not difficult or simple, for him now, it was easy to master such knowledge points, and it was better to spend time copying the great cause.

Because he had a general impression in his heart, Ning Zhichu copied it, and the speed couldn't be faster. In just twenty minutes, he had already written more than two chapters, and the consequences were quite obvious, that is, his right hand was very sore. Ning Zhichu had no choice but to stop the black pen in his hand and start listening to the class, but at this time, there were only about ten minutes left before the end of the fourth class.

When Ning Zhichu was concentrating on copying, Xu Youcai had already told the whole chapter in a funny way. It cannot be denied that Xu Youcai treats students very strictly, which is why he has a nickname called "Xu Lao Demon", but his teaching skills can rank among the top three in the junior high school of Chengnan Middle School. Of course, children who don't want to read will not take in mind how you can explain the knowledge points, how to draw inferences, and how to make people interested, but are very resistant to strict discipline.

This is youth, this is restless adolescence.

Not only do men and women begin to have a misty affection for each other, but boys and girls are even more proud to be free from the discipline of their elders and proud to be in the limelight among their peers, but they do not expect that when they leave school and enter society, they will never find such an elder who is so dedicated to you. When that time comes, it seems meaningless to reminisce and sigh that the years are like water.

"Hey, Ning Zhichu, what did you secretly write in your notebook throughout the class, didn't you like to listen to Xu Laoyou's lectures before? Why don't you like to listen to lectures like us today? ”

Just when Ning Zhichu was feeling sad about spring and autumn, Jia Junpeng, the new tablemate, was extremely bored after reading the "Composition and Exam" in his hand, and he chattered and whispered to Ning Zhichu.

Of course, Ning Zhichu couldn't tell the facts, so he casually made an excuse and fooled Jia Junpeng over, and he was relieved in his heart, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw "Composition and Exam" in the upper left corner of the desk, and his heart moved, so he asked Jia Junpeng to take it.

Jia Junpeng also wanted Ning Zhichu to change his temperament, or that he couldn't be sad at the same table with Ban Huawen, felt Ning Zhichu's pull, and wanted to turn his head to comfort Ning Zhichu's seriously injured heart, but he didn't expect that Ning Zhichu's target was the book "Composition and Selection". Jia Junpeng didn't want to pay attention to this kind of Ning Zhichu, who forgot his friends and valued things lightly, but considering the friendship of being in the same class as him from kindergarten to junior high school, Jia Junpeng still pouted and gave the book of "Compositions and Selections" to Ning Zhichu.

Ning Zhichu also saw this essay book, and then remembered that if he wanted to make money, he could also submit it to a student publication like "Composition and Selection". Although the manuscript fee is not high, according to the experience, basically 1,000 words can get 50 yuan manuscript fee. Especially in the past, the original version of a certain reading, the spicy and sophisticated manuscript fee can get up to 1,000 words and 1,000 yuan. However, Ning Zhichu has been reborn until now, and he has not seen the original version of a certain reading in other classmates or at home, so he must have been either pinched off by the creator in this world, or it has not been born yet.

Simply looked at the submissions in "Composition and Selection", and with Ning Zhichu's more than ten years of book age, he found that the quality of these submissions was really uneven. The sophistication and pungency of some articles made Ning Zhichu ashamed, but more importantly, the writing was unbearable. So, Ning Zhichu thought about it, after all, he is now copying "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", what he needs is not only a black pen and a notebook, but also more pens and notebooks to record, as soon as he thinks of this, Ning Zhichu misses the surface3 tablet of his previous life very much, with the official blue keyboard, the code is stacked, that feeling, leverage.

Shaking his head and throwing these unrealistic ideas out of his mind, Ning Zhichu turned to the last page of the journal and wrote down the submission information registered on it in his notebook in its entirety.