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Now inflation is in its infancy, and in a few years, it will probably be good to be able to buy a bun of such a size for this dollar.

Now Cao Ming's living expenses are one hundred and fifty yuan per month, you heard you right, it is really one hundred and fifteen.

And this also includes his other living expenses within a month: socks, toothpaste, shampoo or something, if he encounters any cold and fever, he has to pick from this.

In Cao Ming's impression, at that time, the monthly food expenses could be met with 100 yuan, and sometimes breakfast was not eaten, and lunch and dinner were basically steamed buns with chili sauce, plus the seaweed soup provided free of charge in the school cafeteria, and life was quite passable.

After nibbling on the buns, Cao Ming went straight to the classroom.

The time is 6:50, and the morning reading class will last until 7:50, with 10 minutes of free time in between.

Cao Ming walked to the classroom without delay, thinking that he belonged to the ranks of early arrivals, only to find that the room was almost there, and they were all holding textbooks or handouts, shaking their heads and reciting them one by one.

Mo Daojun walked early, and there were even more early pedestrians.

The early reading class in the eighth middle school is relatively distinctive, and each student is forced to stand and read in the morning, and it must be recited aloud.

When Cao Ming didn't enter the class gate, the recitation sound inside was already quite large-scale, babbling, sonic vibration, but I didn't expect that when he just stepped in, there was a small fault in the uneven reading sound.

In the hearts of the students, a wave of surprise spread involuntarily with the appearance of Cao Ming.

Board inch, neat, handsome.

This is the word label that they are now very intuitive to Cao Ming.

Some girls even unconsciously cut their sideburns scattered around their ears, and even regretted that they didn't wear the most beautiful clothes in their hearts today.

And most of the students were surprised almost at the same time: This 、、、、 Cao Ming has not been seen overnight, how can it be the same as being reborn?!

Cao Ming also reacted to this well, but after all, it is not a teenager's heart, and the impetuous vanity in his heart flashed, and there were no more ripples.

He walked nonchalantly across the rows of desks, through visible and obscured glances, and returned to his seat.

The current students are still more or less reserved, probably feeling that this level of interlude is not enough for them to waste time on Cao Ming for a long time, and after a few seconds, the sound of reading is back to the same.

Looking at the energetic classmates around him, Cao Ming's emotions were also infected and he joined the ranks of reading aloud.

In his previous life, Cao Ming was not used to the unique early reading form of the eighth middle school at first, but after experiencing it a few times, he found that his voice was simply a small wave in the torrent of the class, and no one would pay attention to it, so he unconsciously let go of his throat and recited it aloud.

Today's Cao Ming entered the state very quickly, and the morning reading task assigned to himself was relatively heavy, not only Chinese, but also history, ideology, morality, geography and other sub-subjects.

Organize your thoughts and pick up the Chinese textbook.

The old rule, he first read through the textbook, and some irrelevant chapters were swept through ten lines at a glance, and these more important articles and poems, such as Cao Di's polemics, Yanmen Tai Shouxing, etc., were first marked, kept "settling accounts after the autumn", and finally concentrated firepower and finished their work in one battle.

This kind of learning method is very scientific, and the efficiency is surprising, when Cao Ming was in college, many courses were basically passed in this way, and a thick book at that time, preview and review, can be done in three days.

After reading the Chinese textbook, Cao Ming's confidence increased greatly.

Many of the most popular passages in the textbook have basically left a deep impression on his memory, and now he only needs to read it two or three times to wake up the original memory endings, so that he can recite it very smoothly.

And he now has another advantage: understanding.

In the past, those seemingly obscure classical Chinese texts can now basically understand their meanings at a glance, so that the first understanding is memorization, which seems to be natural and easy.

It only took fifteen minutes, and the Chinese textbook had been thrown aside by Cao Ming.

Now Cao Ming can say without exaggeration that as long as it is required to be memorized in the textbook, he is basically familiar with it.

This is followed by subjects such as History, Geography, etc.

There are more and more textbooks that have been conquered by Cao Ming.

When he finished class in the morning self-study, except for a special ideological and moral class arranged at the end, he didn't read it, and the other books had been almost captured by his lightning raid.

"The weekly school-wide quiz in the afternoon seems to be able to get by." Cao Ming muttered to himself, and at the same time there was a trace of expectation in his heart.

In the three formal classes in the morning, Cao Ming was dedicated to two purposes, while secretly checking and filling in the gaps in all subjects, while constantly making eye contact with the teacher in the class, and playing a good student who listened attentively to the lectures.

Especially in mathematics class, whenever this chubby math teacher talks about what he thinks is very exciting, Cao Ming will always frown and nod in response, which makes the math teacher very relieved and proud:

"Look, that's what a really good student is. Able to follow the teacher's rhythm and interact with each other in a timely manner. ”

Of course, if he could lower his gaze a little more, he would find that Cao Ming, a good student model in his eyes, was simply buying dog meat on a sheep's head, and at the moment he was writing neat lines of English words in his notebook.

Cao Ming's strange behavior was all seen by Wang Yi, several times, this kind little girl wanted to muster up the courage to remind her table not to be dual-minded, and even had a good draft, ready to use the classic quotation of the head teacher when he lectured "You can't become a fat man in one breath" to persuade, but every time the words reached her throat, she couldn't help but lower her head when she saw Cao Ming's neat and handsome face in a blink of an eye.

As for the words she had thought about before, they had already dissipated without a trace along with the morning mist that had drifted in the air in the morning.

And so it was, and it was almost noon.

At the end of school, the head teacher, Mr. Zhao, specially asked Cao Ming to follow her and walked out of the school gate together in the eyes of all puzzled and envious.

Mr. Zhao's community is not far from No. 8 Middle School, and it is only about a five-minute walk.

Cao Ming followed Zhao Xiangjiang, one position behind, and he could just see the teacher's graceful and slender figure.

Looking at it, I couldn't help but think of the special poker photo album that Sugar Candy took out in the iron box yesterday.

Thinking of this, Cao Ming suddenly thought of a terrible thing in his heart: yesterday's poker forgot to put away the sugar candy!

In this way, after he left Mr. Zhao's house, the open poker can be noticed.

And when Mr. Zhao asked about the reason for Tangtang, needless to say, Tangtang must have confessed all.

"That 、、、 that means that Mr. Zhao already knows that he has read her photo album?"

Thinking of this, Cao Ming's heart felt weak for a while.

After all, the photo on the poker is really 、、、、 quite "artistic".

In his thoughts, Zhao Xiangjiang suddenly asked:

"Cao Ming, are you feeling unwell today?"

The words are full of concern.

Cao Ming felt guilty for a while, his teacher cared so much about himself, and he was kind enough to think about her photo album, what a beast!

He cursed himself a few times secretly, adjusted his tone, and was neither humble nor arrogant: "Thank you Teacher Zhao for your concern, your health is much better." ”

Zhao Xiangjiang naturally didn't know that countless complicated thoughts had flashed in Cao Ming's heart, and he still looked like a gentle and pure teacher, and told Cao Ming not to forget to take medicine on time in the next few days.

The heat rushed to his heart, and Cao Ming nodded slightly red from the corner of his eyes.