When I came to the classroom, there were only a dozen people sitting in twos and threes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

They are all students running schools.

According to the regulations of No. 1 Middle School, dormitory students need to run on the playground after waking up in the morning, so they can't come so early, and they will not come to the classroom for morning self-study until the running drill is over.

Taking advantage of this free time before the morning self-study, seven or eight boys gathered together to discuss something fiercely.

"The men's football team dares to lose even in Hong Kong, what a fucking waste!"

"That's it, Zeng Xuelin should get out! I can't even kick Hong Kong, so angry that I didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night! ”

"What are you, my dad angrily threw his purple clay pot directly to the ground after watching the game yesterday, and it was broken, and he was distressed at that time and had tears to come."

Listen to the faint sound in your ears.

Although the words they said were hard to listen to, and they were basically cursing, judging from their expressions and tones, their mood was also very lost and low.

Yu Zheng shook his head slightly.

Last night's match was all the focus of the country, and all the people were looking forward to an exciting victory. Whether they are football fans or not, under the overwhelming propaganda and guidance and ubiquitous discussions, they will pay attention, and human beings generally have a herd heart, not to mention that in this era of rising national pride and catharsis, the people need the victory of the country in the world to boost the people's hearts.

Sport is war in times of peace, a famous quote by Monsieur de Coubertin, the father of the modern Olympic Games.

This is also the reason why the Chinese people are so excited when the women's volleyball team wins the championship.

You can't afford to lose when you're burdened with national expectations.

In this era, in the face of the fragile national pride of the Chinese people, they simply cannot accept this kind of defeat.

If he loses, then even if he is a national hero in the past, he will become a sinner in the eyes of these people, Qiu Kou, Zhu Jianhua in 84, the men's football team today, Li Ning in 88, and Liu Xiang in the more distant future.

Yu Zheng didn't participate, he went straight to his place and sat down, and then took out the notebook that stayed up late last night and wrote more than 10,000 words from his schoolbag, and just put it on the desk.

Song Wanqing is still wearing a crisp ponytail, wearing a plain white dress, half of her white calves are exposed, her feet are wearing a pair of black lace-up leather shoes, and white cotton socks are wrapped around her ankles.

Today, Yu Zheng found out that the skin of his tablemate was very white, giving him a lily-like feeling.

She also heard the topic that the boys were discussing, frowned, and didn't seem to like it too much, and then she glanced at Yu Zheng with some surprise, as if it was a little strange that Yu Zheng didn't go to participate in their discussion together, she said with some surprise: "Didn't you watch last night's game?" I remember you used to like to talk to your classmates about football matches. ”

Yu Zheng smiled.

"Look, you know last night's game, too? Do you also watch football? I remember you weren't interested in football. ”

"My family has a ...... to watch," she said with a hint of grumbling in her tone, "...... It was noisy and noisy, and I didn't do several math problems. ”

While the two were chatting, the dormitory students who had finished running and exercising also came to the classroom one after another.

When it was time for morning self-study, the head teacher came to count the number of people, and when he saw that there were no fewer people, he casually said a few words like serious study and left, which was not much different from the head teacher when Yu Zheng was in high school in later generations.

This morning's morning self-study class is a Chinese lesson.

Generally, it is to memorize the ancient texts and poems that are required to be memorized, and the Chinese teacher generally does not come, basically relying on self-consciousness.

Of course, in this era of changing the fate of universities, the desire and motivation of key high school students to learn is amazing, especially those from the towns and villages below.

For them, this is the only chance to get them out of their lives facing the loess with their backs to the sky.

This is an era when the hukou is bigger than the sky.

They are different from students with urban hukou, who cannot be admitted to university, and can stay in the city to enter factories, work as workers, and become iron rice bowls for public food, while they cannot get into university, so they can only go back to the countryside, continue to be farmers, and continue to dig food from the fields. In this era, the poverty and hardship in the countryside are unimaginable to people in the future.

No matter how hard and tiring the study is, it is more difficult than going home to farm.

It's nothing at all.

Yu Zheng was not moved by the frenzied learning atmosphere around him, he had already made up his mind to drop out of school, and now for him, the first important thing is to finish the book "The Great Song Dynasty Mention Criminal Officer", instead of reciting "The Snake Catcher Said", "The Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" or "The Twelve Lang Wen".

Of course, these classic ancient texts that he had read in his previous life were also stored in his mind at the moment, and as long as he wanted to, he could recite them word for word, or even punctuation.

Even if it's upside down, it's not difficult.

Flipping through his notebook, Yu Zheng thought that he would try to use the time for this morning self-study before breakfast to write another four or five thousand words.

Song Wanqing glanced at her tablemate, and when she saw Yu Zheng's notebook, she remembered what her grandfather had explained to her last night, and hurriedly spoke.

"Oh yes, the poem you wrote yesterday is really good, my grandfather praised you when he read it...... I'm so old, I haven't seen him praise people much......" Song Wanqing also said two good words about Yu Zheng first, and Yu Zheng just smiled very easily, and there was no surprise on his face.

"Hmph."

Unexpectedly, this made Song Wan snort secretly, she felt that Yu Zheng's appearance was a little too proud, and when she said this, why should he say a few words to express humility.

How can there be such a peace of mind?

How could his grandfather also be a genius of Peking University during the Republic of China......

Thinking about it, Song Wanqing's face suddenly turned red, and even she felt a little hot: "Why do I care so much about his actions?" Other people's words are really well written, and it is also appropriate to be praised for being at ease, and he doesn't know the identity of his grandfather...... "The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was a little messy in her heart, she didn't know how she was, why she suddenly became so easy to think cranky.

I took a few breaths silently, and I calmed my mood.

Song Wanqing glanced at Yu Zheng, who was lying on the table and writing a book, although she was a little curious about what her table mate was writing with great interest, she also knew that it was too much to casually probe into other people's privacy.