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"That's right...... Zuo Jian, he was right. The reason why I feel too much pressure every day is because I always want to become a qualified class teacher as soon as possible, so that no one will talk about it behind my back. ”

Zuo Jian's words were like an initiation, the morning bell and the dusk drum, which instantly made Su Shishi suddenly realize, and secretly thought in her heart: "In fact, my biggest mistake is that I didn't give myself time." If you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, no one can eat it in one go. ”

"Teacher Su, from another point of view." Zuo Jian said, and then said: "I think the reason why you are in a hurry may be your father. If I'm not mistaken, you must also think that you are the head teacher, and your father also has a certain amount of pressure on his shoulders. So you have to do it well. Is that so? ”

“…… Yes. Su Shishi nodded involuntarily.

"It doesn't have to be that way." Zuo Jian smiled slightly, "Thinking about it from another angle, I think that since your father asked you to be the head teacher, then he must have been mentally prepared to bear the pressure in his heart." Surely it is also in my heart, giving you enough time and confidence. ”

Su Shishi's body was shocked, yes. During this time, she has been busy and working hard, and she actually forgot to think about it. Zuo Jian is right, since his father made him the head teacher, according to his work style, he must have been mentally prepared.

Seeing Su Shishi's thoughtful look, Zuo Jian smiled, closed his mouth, and didn't continue to speak. He knew that Su Shishi was a smart person, and she didn't need to say too much by herself, she was just a 'fan' of the authorities now, as long as she tapped it lightly, she would figure it out.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, Zuo Jian squinted his eyes, spewed out a puff of smoke, and remembered Meng Xiangang.

Meng Xiangang's appearance today surprised Zuo Jian very much and was very surprised. Especially when Mo Yonggang mainly 'figured' out who was responsible and resolutely refused to carry Tian Hao down the mountain, Meng Xiangang was able to take the initiative to stand up, which really made Zuo Jian not expect. (hua.)

"It is worthy of Meng Rou's younger brother......" Zuo Jian thought with relief: "At the critical moment, there is a man!" ”

"Ahh

Meng Xiangang sneezed and muttered to himself: "One thought, two scolding, three colds, who is thinking about me?" Could it be Xiaohe? ”

Thinking of Xiaohe, Meng Xiangang was angry again, and secretly thought: "If you ignore me, I won't ignore you." ”

He wandered around the streets with nothing to do.

On both sides ......of the street, the fruit vendors on both sides of the street saw him coming, and immediately came to the 'spirit' and shouted diligently.

The bright red 'desire' apples looked very sweet, Meng Xian just swallowed a mouthful of saliva, today's 'spring' trip, he actually didn't eat much, plus later he carried Tian Hao down the mountain, tossed for most of the day, and his stomach was already hungry.

"How much do apples cost a pound?" Meng Xian just stopped, 'touched' his pocket, and there were still a few one-yuan bills in it.

"Eight dollars a pound." The vendor said with a smile on his face: "This is an authentic red Fuji apple, not sweet and no money!" ”

"Eight dollars a pound?" Meng Xiangang frowned, "Why is it so expensive?" ”

"Little brother, this is an authentic red Fuji, a few years ago, I sold it for ten yuan a catty!" The peddler looked aggrieved, "Otherwise, if you buy it, how about giving you seven yuan a catty?" ”

"Forget it." Meng Xiangang said stupidly, he only had a few yuan in his pocket, and it was estimated that he couldn't even afford a slightly larger apple.

"It's hard for a rich man to be a man without money!" Meng Xiangang felt depressed in his heart. He also knew the situation at home and didn't have much money. I originally wanted to find Zuo Jian to ask for some money, but after thinking about it, I still forgot it.

In fact, many times, Meng Xiangang didn't want to ask Zuo Jian for money, but sometimes when he thought about it, don't want it in vain, besides, he killed his sister, and it is not a matter of course to ask him for money? That's what he owes himself.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiangang was angry again.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a person in front of him shouted loudly, startling Meng Xiangang.

As soon as he looked up, he saw two soldiers wearing 'camouflage' uniforms with strained faces, standing in the middle of the road, and Meng Xiangang hurriedly stopped.

"Mission, please detour!" A soldier said expressionlessly, staring at Meng Xiangang with bright eyes.

Meng Xian just glanced at the building next to him, and then found that he had unconsciously walked near the factory called "733" by the citizens of Zhongzhou.

Factory 733 is just a code name, and what it is called, I am afraid that only residents who have lived nearby since childhood can say it.

In this mysterious factory, the people guarding in front of the 'gate' of the factory are all security guards, but the 'door' guards in the 733 factory are soldiers wearing 'camouflage' uniforms and don't know whether they are carrying real guns or fake guns.

Ordinary vehicles are not allowed to enter the factory area at all, and only those vehicles with military license plates can enter.

Over time, many people vaguely guessed that the 733 factory should be an arsenal, but it is not clear what exactly is made in it.

Seeing this situation, Meng Xian just consciously took a few steps back, and was about to turn around and leave, when he heard the sound of roaring vehicles, he glanced at it curiously, and suddenly the blood in his body boiled.

Several army green 'colored' trucks drove out of the 733 factory, lined up on the bed of the first truck, pulling a bright, shining, long barrel facing the sky, and two reels of artillery underneath.

The next few trucks were full of weapons that Meng Xiangang couldn't name. Under the rays of the sun, these brand-new weapons are very dazzling.

It wasn't until the trucks left quickly that Meng Xian retracted his gaze just now, and his heart was pounding.

As a boy, how many people don't like weapons?

Meng Xiangang remembered that when he was a child, his sister once bought him a toy pistol, which was the most impressive gift he had ever remembered. Later, after Meng Rou joined the army as a soldier, he would occasionally mail him some gifts made of yellow bullet shells. Or some books about firearms.

Gradually, he became 'obsessed' with those weapons with a powerful appearance. Especially for some hot 'door' firearms, Meng Xian was able to accurately say its parameters as soon as he opened his mouth, such as the 'shooting' range, effective killing distance, and so on.

It can be said that Meng Xiangang can also be regarded as a weapon enthusiast.

"Could it be that those weapons were all produced by this 733 factory, and they have to be pulled into the field for testing?" Meng Xiangang guessed in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very possible, and reluctantly glanced at the 733 factory, and secretly thought in his heart: "The people who work here are really energetic, and they 'deal' with all kinds of weapons every day. If only one day I could work here. ”

Thinking back to the kind of artillery that he couldn't name just now, Meng Xiangang carefully recalled it in his mind, and found that he had never seen it before, and it was still early to see the sky, so Meng Xiangang decided to find an Internet café and search the Internet to see if there was any introduction to that kind of artillery.

But all enthusiasts basically have a 'problem' - when they encounter something they haven't seen, they must try their best to 'figure it out', and Meng Xiangang is naturally no exception.

When he came to the Internet café and used the few dollars he had left, he opened a machine, and Meng Xiangang skillfully logged in to a forum called "Weapon Enthusiast".

This forum is not a hot 'door' forum, with only a few thousand registered members, which is a relatively cold 'door' niche forum.

As a weapon enthusiast, Meng Xiangang registered as a member of this forum a long time ago, and basically, whenever he goes online, he will come to this forum to browse and see some of the latest weapon pictures uploaded by netizens.

After opening the conversation with ease, he walked around the forum, and browsed all the pictures of weapons uploaded in the recent period, Meng Xiangang found that there was no artillery like the one he had just seen.

"Excuse me, does anyone know what this weapon is?"

Meng Xian just thought about it for a while and decided to post a post to ask, only then did he realize that he had forgotten to take a photo of the artillery with his mobile phone just now. Therefore, he could only describe in words as much detail as possible the style of the artillery.

After a while, someone replied.

"No picture, no truth!"

"Landlord, your description, I really can't understand, if there is a picture, send a picture, maybe I can recognize it."

"It seems to be a certain type of artillery, but I've only heard of it, I haven't seen it, kneel down and beg the landlord to go up!"

After reading several replies, Meng Xiangang was a little disappointed, and at this moment, a dinging sound sounded in the computer speaker, prompting him that a person named "Cannon Boom" had sent him a 'private' message.

"Hello, I saw that the artillery you described seems to be the latest research Type 101 self-propelled artillery, and the effective 'firing' range of this artillery is said to be up to three thousand meters away."

At the same time, this netizen with the screen name Cannon Boom sent a verification to apply for friends. As long as you pass this verification, you can carry out real-time 'communication' in the forum.

Seeing the answer in this person's 'private' letter, Meng Xiangang suddenly became interested, and asked his application friend to verify, "Hello, have you ever seen this kind of weapon?" ”

Soon, the cannon roared and a message was returned, "I haven't seen it, but I've heard of this weapon, if you have a picture, send it to me and I'll know." ”

Nonsense, if there was a photo, I would have sent it a long time ago, Meng Xian just rolled his eyes, he didn't notice a detail, other netizens in the forum are talking about pictures, only this netizen named Cannon Boom is talking about photos......