Yu Zheng looked straight at the blank notebook he lay flat on the desk. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know what I'm thinking.

From time to time, there were words in his ear that he didn't understand, mixed with ohms, volts, ampere, the rule of the left hand, the rule of the right hand, and so on, but these did not make him sober up from his distraction.

It was a very 80s-style classroom, with a long list of calculations written in white chalk on the blackboard in front of it, and the teacher on the podium was wearing an old-fashioned blue tunic, with a pair of large, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a crumpled mimeographed test paper in his hand, meticulously explaining.

Sitting in the classroom are students in the second and third classes of Mizhou County No. 1 Middle School.

Their expressions were very serious, their eyes revealing a thirst for knowledge, and they listened to the lectures while taking notes from time to time, and the rustle of pens against paper sounded from time to time.

"Oops!"

A low sigh came into Yu Zheng's ears.

From the pitch he could tell that the sound was coming from his tablemate. His tablemate was a very delicate girl named Song Wanqing.

Unconsciously, Yu Zheng turned his head to look, Song Wanqing frowned, pouted and looked at the forked pen in his hand, with a depressed expression. On the plain white and neat page of the notebook in her hand, a jet-black ink dot appeared next to the delicate font, which at first glance was indeed a little eye-catching.

With just a glance, Yu Zheng understood what had happened.

didn't think much about it, Yu Zheng casually picked up his pen, handed it to his tablemate, and said lightly: "Use mine first." For him, this fountain pen is really useless, he does not understand the physics knowledge taught in this class at all, and he does not feel the slightest interest, he does not know why he came to 1985, but he knows that he has been a physics sufferer in his previous life, even if he listens carefully, it is meaningless.

After hearing Yu Zheng's words, Song Wanqing's face flushed slightly, she glanced at her tablemate with some gratitude, and whispered, "Thank you." ”

"No, you don't."

Yu Zheng waved his hand, not caring at all, and his voice was still indifferent.

Students in this era are extremely studious, and the college entrance examination to change their fate in this era is not just a slogan, but a fact.

No. 1 Middle School is the best middle school in Mizhou, and almost all of the top students who can be admitted to No. 1 Middle School are from major towns and villages, and they are doing their best for their college dreams.

Reborn to eighty-five years, it has been three days to become a sixteen-year-old high school student.

Yu Zheng has been living a messy life in the past few days, and at the beginning he would still be entangled in why he came to this era that he had only seen in the data, but now, a few days later, he is already thinking about where he should go.

Just now he lost his mind in front of the blank notebook, and Yu Zheng was also thinking about these things.

He used to be a liberal arts student, majored in economic history in college, and later worked in sales with little to do with his major.

Originally, he thought that he would spend his life so ordinarily and simply, but he didn't expect that one morning, when he woke up from his sleep, he found that he had come to this strange era and became a complete stranger, this person has the same name and surname as himself, also called Yu Zheng, and has a happy family.

To be another person, to receive the memories of this person in its entirety. Needless to say, this kind of thing really happened, even if you just think about it, I'm afraid it can make most people feel a sense of horror, and Yu Zheng will not be an exception.

But then again, for Yu Zheng, who has read a lot of similar novels, it is also quick to accept.

He was originally a character who was at ease with what he encountered.

After confirming that his current situation was irreversible and irrefutable, he began to think about his future path - whether to continue his education, strive to be admitted to university, and become the pride of this era, or to do something that he could only think about when he read about this era?

The college students of this era are the real pride of the sky, the state allocates work, and the cadres have privileges, no matter what the future holds, at least the harvest is guaranteed by drought and flood.

But......

Yu Zheng's mind remembered some of the materials he had read about the 80s, I don't know why, when he recalled, he had seen those materials in his previous life, whether it was text or video, whether he had an impression, whether he remembered it clearly, whether it had been forgotten, they were like the first time he saw them, they appeared clearly in his mind.

For those who know the economic history of China, they know what kind of magnificent era the 80s was.

It was an era of unstoppable sharpness, when everything grew unchecked, when dawn and dust rose, when rivers converged into rivers, and when nameless hills rose to peaks, and there was no shortage of miracles in such an era.

In the past, whenever Yu Zheng read the information about this era, he would think with jealousy, if he could also be in this era, then how would he be, of course, at the time, this was just an unrealistic fantasy.

However, now such an opportunity is really placed in front of me.

"What should I do?"

This is a question that Yu Zheng is constantly struggling and hesitating in his heart, he has no answer, to be precise, he has an impulse in his heart, but he has not yet made a final decision.

"Thank you."

A warm voice sounded in his ears, and Yu Zheng came back to his senses from his contemplation.

He turned his head to look at Song Wanqing, who was blushing and thanking herself, and the pen she had just handed her was also put back in front of him.

"What's there to thank you for, just borrow a pen."

Yu Zheng chuckled lightly, and said without much care, he was so engrossed in thinking about things before that he didn't even notice after class.

Although Yu Zheng said it lightly, Song Wanqing's expression was quite serious: "...... The teacher just talked about a difficult point, which happens to be something I don't understand very well, although borrowing a pen is a trivial thing for you, but it is very important to me, no matter what you think, I still thank you. The voice was warm and firm, and you could tell from the voice that this was a very assertive girl.

I heard my table mate say that.

Yu Zheng looked at this long and very delicate tablemate again, and some information about his tablemate naturally appeared in his mind, and then he smiled again, but didn't say anything, just put the pen away, and then he smiled and said to Song Wanqing: "Okay, I accept your thanks, so in order to thank me, can you tell me, what will be in the next class?" ”