When Li Zhifang entered the classroom to hold the first class meeting and asked the classmates to introduce themselves, Zhang Ke had not yet come back to his senses.

"Zhang Ke, can you introduce yourself to me......"

"Oh," Zhang Ke raised his head and reported his name, "Zhang Ke." ”

"I know your name is Zhang Ke, please introduce yourself in front of the whole class......"

"It's still called Zhang Ke, and the conscientious Ke has not changed his name." Since he is a bad student, he has the appearance of a bad student, Zhang Ke pretended to be innocent and looked at Li Zhifang's flushed face, and the sound of laughter in the hall made Zhang Ke feel like he was really back in the era of youth and madness.

While Tang Jing looked back and stared, Du Fei also stretched out his fist to demonstrate, and Zhang Ke grinned in surprise.

After this lesson, Li Zhifang's eyes often automatically filter out Zhang Ke: he fought with senior students as soon as he entered the school, it seems that it should be said that he bullied senior students, behaved frivolously, and didn't take the school and teachers in his eyes at all, didn't he just rely on Lao Tzu as the secretary general of the municipal government, but didn't he know how he got his high school entrance examination results? In comparison, Du Fei, who is also a **, is much more self-disciplined.

Zhang Kezheng hopes that in this way, he can be idle, otherwise as a good student who is the focus of the school and the class teacher, his personal freedom will be seriously restricted.

At the end of the class meeting, Tang Jing, Du Fei and other seven class committee members all called Li Zhifang to the office, just waiting for the textbook to be sent down, and the teacher showed his face in the class, and there was nothing to do today.

Zhang Ke walked out of the classroom and walked to the front of the classroom of class 12, history is not deflected, and he should sit in this classroom. Holding his chin in his hand, he stared at the familiar faces in the classroom, which was quite touching. Because he studied in different universities and worked in different places, after Zhang Ke worked for six or seven years, the relationship between his high school classmates was as thin as a white cloud on the horizon, which made people unable to grasp it. But if you look closely at these familiar faces, you still feel kind.

I don't know who was the first to see Zhang Ke, and the boiling classroom was suddenly silent, everyone looked at him, and a few boys stood up defiantly. Zhang Ke smiled dumbly, and was no longer a student of Class 12. Back in ninety-four years, it was not everything going well, and there were still feelings for others, but others regarded themselves as strangers.

It is said that Li Zhifang should not make trouble in the class, thinking back to her life before reading the file, there are few teachers who can treat her fairly, and she will soon be forced to leave No. 1 Middle School.

At the door of the classroom next door, Chen Feirong's figure flashed back as soon as she appeared, and Zhang Ke secretly thought: Could it be that you are avoiding me? When I walked over, I saw Chen Feirong walking in from the window, presumably just observing herself through the glass window.

"Hey," Zhang Ke lay on the windowsill, calling Chen Feirong, her pink and fair face was beautiful and refined, but looking at her expression a little cramped, Zhang Ke smiled and said, "I won't eat you again, there's no need to avoid me, right?" ”

"I didn't hide from you, this was originally my seat."

Chen Feirong sat down sideways, pretended to pick up the book on the table, and stopped looking at Zhang Ke. Chen Feirong's facial features are vivid, there is a solidified beauty of static carving from the side, long eyelashes, straight nose bridge, beautiful lips, ruddy and plump, round chin, greasy white as jade extends to the neckline, people can't help but want to see the content inside.

Although she is wearing very ordinary chemical fiber clothes, the color and pattern are not good, but it does not damage her beautiful appearance.

"My name is Zhang Ke," Zhang Ke saw Chen Feirong turning the pages of the book, but her long raised eyelashes jumped, a little frightened, she couldn't imagine that she was so bad in her impression, "I just want you to know that my name is Zhang Ke, a ...... who is dedicated to her duties."

Hearing this, Chen Feirong suddenly covered her face with a book, leaned on the desk, shrugged her shoulders, as if sobbing quietly, Zhang Ke was startled, and didn't feel that her behavior was excessive.

"How can you be like this, relying on the power and power in your family, you can bully others, you have to have Chen Feirong to fall in love with you?" A girl in the front row turned her head and glared at Zhang Ke fiercely, but showed her buckteeth.

Probably Chen Feirong was afraid of Zhao Siming's entanglement, so she would have such a fierce reaction, compared to the other people who were silent in the first class of the higher sophomore, although the bucktooth girl accidentally injured herself, she had a rare and admirable sense of justice.

Zhang Ke smiled and said to the bucktooth girl: "My name is Zhang Ke, are you interested in being a friend?" Zhang Ke's words made Chen Feirong, who was crying on the table, pause, but the bucktoothed girl gave Zhang Ke a blank look, obviously not interested in him, a "wicked person".

Zhang Ke thought about it and looked for Zhao Siming's ballast, so that he completely dispelled his thoughts about Chen Feirong, remembering that he was in the sixth class of the second year of high school, and walked to his classroom a few times, but he didn't see others.

Haizhou No. 1 Middle School, a provincial key school, is different from other second- and third-rate middle schools, only those who dare to fight in public, tear and fight, and ordinary students are not easily admitted to the first middle school, and they dare not easily violate school rules and discipline. Slaughtering dogs, if it was in a second- or third-rate middle school, Zhang Ke would definitely gather a group of thugs before he dared to be so arrogant.

Seeing Du Fei and Tang Jing, the class committee members, each holding a bunch of books and walking into the classroom, which were textbooks and tutoring materials for each subject in the first year of high school, Zhang Ke turned around and went downstairs, so as not to waste time locked in the classroom, walked to the commissary behind the teaching building, and took a pack of cloud smoke and lighters.

Except for tobacco and alcohol, the school commissary sells more than half the price of tobacco and alcohol to teachers.

This commissary of less than 20 square meters has to be recontracted once a year, Zhang Ke thought to himself that Wang Yanbin is also a master of making money, and half of the money that the commissary sells to students is probably going into his pocket.

It's class time, the campus is very quiet, the September sun is not as hot as midsummer, Zhang Ke sat on the long stone chair under the shade of the tree, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and sniffed the familiar taste of tobacco seriously, faint, soothing nerves, and hidden deep sadness. Zhang Ke lit a cigarette, closed his eyes and pondered about the past month and a half, although he returned to ninety-four years, the world is no longer the original world, Tang Xueqian is the deputy secretary and acting mayor, and his father is the secretary general of the municipal government.

Zhang Ke let the smoke cloud slowly disperse in the abdominal cavity, and slowly spit it out, feeling that someone was standing in front of him, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be Cao Guangming, the director of the Political and Educational Office, and his eyes were a little dignified. Zhang Ke was stunned, and subconsciously popped out a cigarette with his finger and handed it over. Handed it to Cao Guangming's eyes, looking at his eyes showing great confusion and surprise, Zhang Ke suddenly woke up: What are you kidding, he is the director of the Political and Educational Department, how can he not give him face like this?

Zhang Ke's hand stopped there, not knowing whether to take it back or persuade him to take it.

There were seven or eight students standing behind Cao Guangming, all holding a stack of books in their hands, they were called to move new books, and they all looked stupid: the head of the four princes, he is really not an ordinary fucking bird! In the eyes of ordinary students, the director of the Political and Educational Office is a terrifying existence than the principal.

Cao Guangming's nose twitched, his face was a little embarrassed, thinking of what Li Zhifang said in the office yesterday, at first he didn't believe that Zhang Ke would be so presumptuous when he first entered the school, but he didn't expect that he would soon be unable to get off the stage, thinking of the rumors in the city about the secretary general of the municipal government holding a banquet and the mayor toasting him, although his face was ugly, he still took the cigarette, suppressed his throat and said: "At your age, it's better to smoke less." He turned and walked away.

Seven or eight students stood stunned for a while, and Cao Guangming stopped in front of him and looked back, before they all came back to their senses, walked to the aisle in front of the teaching building, and all looked back at Zhang Ke.

Zhang Ke also regretted it, so it was impossible to be a good student again, so he threw the pack of cloud cigarettes that he only smoked two cigarettes into the trash can, and made up his mind to quit smoking.