The fried rice in the cafeteria doesn't taste good, but Zhang Tan's body is obviously in the development stage, and he ate up a large bowl of egg fried rice in a few moments, and there are not even rice particles left.

After eating and drinking, head back to the dormitory.

The two roommates who had disappeared from the bed before, also came back, and naturally got to know each other again.

A little fat man, named Lu Kun, is a native of Shuangdun Town, but his family lives in the countryside, a little far away, and he also chose to live in school. A tall and thin man, named Lu Peng, is also a native of Shuangdun Town. The surname Lu is the surname of Shuangdun Town, if Zhang Tan's memory is not bad, there will be a roommate, also surnamed Lu, called Lu Yong.

"In this way, Zhang Tan, you are from Gangji, where is Gangji?" It was Lu Kun who asked, and he was chubby and very kind.

For Lu Kun, Zhang Tan is very familiar, because he is Zhang Tan's class, the best one in academic performance, took the college entrance examination and applied for Nanqi Agricultural University, but crashed and crashed into Jiangsu University of Science and Technology, and the results of one book were on the second. Shuangdun Middle School has only two or three first-line students every year, and one car crashed, Zhang Tan back then, and he felt sorry for Lu Kun.

"In the future college entrance examination, persuade him to fill in a key university that is slightly worse, so as not to crash again."

The thought was just for a moment, and the next moment Zhang Tan chatted with Lu Kun, Lu Peng, Wang Feihu, Tiannan Haibei.

"The head teacher of the fifth class of high school, do you know which one?" Lu Peng asked, the fifth class of high school is the class they were assigned to. Zhang Tan and Lu Peng are not familiar with each other, he, like Wang Feihu, went to the science class in the second year of high school.

"I don't know, we just came, how do you know which head teacher is." Lu Kun shook his head,

Wang Feihu naturally didn't know.

Zhang Tan smiled: "The head teacher of the fifth class of high school is Yu Na." ”

"Yu Na? Good faith, New Silk Road Champion! "Lu Peng came to the spirit.

"Hehe, it's not the T-word Yu, it's the Yu of the prefix, Yu Na is a college student who just graduated from Buyang Normal University and teaches us Chinese." Zhang Tan said casually, but his eyes traveled through time and space, remembering when he first saw Yu Na.

At that time, Yu Na still had a simple youth, although she was not very beautiful, but as a young female teacher, it was really exciting. And she also has a pronunciation of her name with Yu Na, who won the New Silk Road Model Contest last year (2000), which makes male classmates extraordinarily soaring hormones.

Yu Na, who won the championship last year on the New Silk Road, has become popular in China, and many young men regard Yu Na as a dream. Person.

Yu Na in the dream couldn't see it, and Yu Na in front of her was also a good substitute, so she quickly became the first goddess in the fifth class of high school. Of course, at that time, the title of goddess was not popular, and it was an old-fashioned dream. People to express the charm of women.

Yu Na is teaching Chinese, Zhang Tan in order to attract Yu Na's attention, he worked hard to learn Chinese, read the selection of essays, memorize Tang poems and Song lyrics of various ancient texts, and finally practiced good writing, and every exam was the first place in the class and the first place in the school. This is almost the most glorious thing in his student days.

Oh, and one more thing, his geography is also the first in the whole school.

It's a pity that several other subjects, especially math and English, have hit the streets. The reason why he was not admitted to university was because he failed in a partial subject.

Yu Na's topic made the three Sao Nian discuss it for half an hour.

And Zhang Tan has already evacuated, grabbed a notebook, and hid in a mosquito net, he needs to record all the memories about the future he can think of while his memory is still bright. In particular, those major events that turned the corner of history, as well as the guarantee of his future development, the content of various works.

As long as a time and result of a major event are recorded, it is oK.

As long as the content of the work records the synopsis of the story, it is also oK.

Human memory has a trigger mechanism, as long as there is a point of contact, then the forgotten memories will come back again. It's like he forgot that he still had classmates named Wang Feihu and Lu Peng before, but when he saw them, the memories of getting along with each other naturally surfaced.

Of course, he can only remember some synopsis of the story at present, and the human brain is not a computer hard drive, so he can remember the details clearly.

He can now remember a lot of the synopsis of the story, and he feels a little unbelievable, as if he has lived again, and his memory is much better. In the past, he could really only remember some of the main plots, but now, when he recalls it vigorously, the memory immediately comes alive, as if he had just watched it a second ago.

"Is it because this body is still in the development stage, and the brain has quick thinking and clear memory? Or maybe it's because I've been born again, and two souls are superimposed? ”

This is destined to be an unsolved mystery, Zhang Tan himself can't understand it, and he won't tell others, he will only keep this secret in his stomach forever.

……

This night, Zhang Tan was busy until midnight before going to sleep, and his 32K notebook had been densely written with more than 20 pages, which only recorded a small half of the memories that needed to be recorded.

In the future, he will be typing on the keyboard, rarely holding a pen, Zhang Tan will not be able to write soon, he writes very slowly, and there is no table in the room, so he can only write on the bed, which is very troublesome.

Several times, it was a very simple word, but Zhang Tan still had to ask his roommates.

"Lu Kun, how do you write the word 'Qing' in Optimus Prime?"

"Optimus Prime's Optimus Prime, it should be a respectful 'respect', let's put a 'hand' below."

"oK, got it...... That, how is the 'hammer' of the hammer written? ”

"Hammer, next to the handle, put a drooping 'hang'."

"How do you write the drooping 'droop'?" Zhang Tan continued to ask shamelessly.

Lu Peng, who was sleeping on the top bunk, couldn't help but interject: "Zhang Tan, are you here to be funny?" How can so many words not be written. ”

"It's just a test for you." Zhang Tan is not in the mood to care whether he is too funny, he is very focused on writing notes, which is related to his future development.

A thirty-year-old uncle knows that if he wants to live a chic life, money is the most basic guarantee.

For the time being, he just came to school step by step and signed up for school, which does not mean that he will also go to school step by step in the future to study and go to university, he just has no ability to make changes for the time being, everything has to wait until he earns money, and then think about it in the long run.

Shuangdun Middle School is just a temporary post station for him.

Where the road is, I haven't figured it out yet.

After a busy night, the next day, September 2, is still the registration time. Zhang Tan refused Lu Peng's invitation to go online together, and went to the playground directly with his notebook. The school's playground is dirt, with only a running track circled by bricks, and a large open space.

The football field is this open space, and if you find two bamboo poles to erect it temporarily, it will be considered a goal.

As for the basketball court, it is on another abandoned old playground, there are six basketball hoops, but basically they are all dilapidated, these are all built in the seventies and eighties, twenty or thirty years of ups and downs, the basketball hoop has not fallen, it is already a miracle.

Zhang Tan didn't come to the playground to play, but there was a rostrum in the playground, and the cement shelves of the rostrum could be used as a table on it.

Now the school has not yet started, the classrooms are locked, Zhang Tan can't find a desk when he wants to, and it is too uncomfortable to write on his stomach, so he can only come here to write.

And because behind the rostrum is the tiled house, the housing of the school teachers' families can just be shaded in the afternoon.

As for the morning, resist the sun.

A bottle of mineral water, a ballpoint pen, sprinkled for most of the day.

"Huhu, the more important information is finally sorted out, and the next thing is to sort out the works."