Ji Changhai had long wanted to say this request to Liang Siqi, but after thinking about it, he couldn't say it. Qilin City has a total of nearly 50 middle schools, including nearly 10,000 senior high school students.

In each joint entrance examination, the competition for the top 20 is extremely fierce, and half of them are almost taken away by the first high school. Twenty-one has always been the last to accompany the last position. There were two times when there was smoke rising from the ancestral grave of the principal's house, and one or two students rushed to two or three thousand, all of which made the principal laugh from ear to ear.

Ji Changhai and several vice presidents and deans of academic affairs counted a few promising students every day like money: Zhang Qiusheng, Wu Yan, Li Xiuying, Lin Ling, Li Mantun, Sun Buwu, Deng Erya, Song Nianren, etc., hoping that three would rush to the top 50. No, it should rush to the top 20. It's better to have five, and you can't be greedy to have three, even one. The school leaders are worried about the gains and losses.

In the past, it was good to have no hope at all, and I ate and slept as usual. Now that I have some hope, I can't eat well and sleep well. In the past, I only hoped that one or two students would rush to the top 1,000, but now I greedily want to be in the top 20, one or two is not enough to think of three, and three is not enough to want five. The human heart is insufficient!

School leaders go all over the world every day to find tutorial materials and exercises, and even send people on business trips to provincial cities to buy them. Liang Siqi opposed the tactics of the sea of questions, and strongly advised the teachers of all subjects to select all kinds of question types and thoroughly understand all kinds of question types. It is necessary to believe in the students' self-consciousness in learning and in their ability to understand.

Zhang Qiusheng was depressed and depressed, and things still had to be done, he said: "Erya, you-" Erya hates Zhang Qiusheng the most for calling her nickname in public, and robbing Zhang Qiusheng: "My surname is Deng!" ”

Zhang Qiusheng said while scribbling on the paper: "Okay, your surname is Deng, go to the third year of high school to find Wu Zhen and Zhang Qiuran." ”

Er Ya stretched out her head to look at Zhang Qiusheng's desk, wondering what he was painting. I didn't see a bright hall, so I asked: "What are you asking them to do, is this a job?" I haven't eaten yet. ”

Zhang Qiusheng didn't raise his head and said, "Of course it's work." I didn't eat. Erya still suspected that Zhang Qiusheng was lying to her, and asked, "What kind of work?" Why do you have to find someone from another class to do it, or a senior in high school? ”

Zhang Qiusheng took out a ruler in the drawer and continued to draw on the paper, but his mouth was answering Erya's question: "Aren't you going to be a mobile food truck?" You have to have a drawing for what you want to do, right? My level is limited, and they are in the third year of high school with higher education than me, so who are they looking for? ”

Usually a good Erya, I don't know what I did today, and retorted: "Wu Yan said, this matter is up to you boys, and you are the head." I'm a girl, don't just tribe me. ”

From childhood to adulthood, although people think that Lin Ling is Zhang Qiusheng's childhood sweetheart. But it may be that Zhang Qiusheng spends a lot of time with the fat man, but in fact, Erya has the best relationship with him.

Zhang Qiusheng, who was already depressed because of Lin Ling, became angry this time. He stood up and said, "Don't forget it, I'll call it myself." As he spoke, he ran to the window, took a breath, and was about to open his mouth to shout in the direction of the senior year.

Frightened, Wang Buli hurriedly said: "Lao Zhang, don't scream, don't scream!" I'll go, I'll go, okay? ”

Damn, Zhang Qiusheng's broken voice didn't alarm Sun Buwu? At the critical moment, Wang Buli didn't dare to take it lightly, and ran downstairs without waiting for Zhang Qiusheng to answer.

Zhang Qiusheng choked on the breath he had just inhaled, and said to Erya: "Wu Yan only said that the boy was responsible for knocking on the iron sheet, but he didn't say that the boy was also responsible for designing the food truck." Everyone in the class has to be proactive, otherwise what are you doing together? It's better to transfer to another class! ”

Zhang Qiusheng has never spoken to Erya in such a loud voice, and he even said the words of transfer, which shows how angry he is.

Erya understands the child and knows that he was wrong this time. But girls, there is always a little reserved in front of boys, especially in front of everyone. So I feel wronged, is it necessary to be so fierce? You're a bully! Why am I not proactive? Lin Ling and I went to the principal to ask for a house, weren't we proactive? Sometimes you can't think too much about one thing, the more you think about it, the more you drill the tip of the horns, and the more you get into the horns, the more you think about it, the more angry you become.

Erya hid and quietly wiped her tears, and she didn't bother to eat when the meal was cold. The girl is so good, she can cry if she has nothing to do. Crying will relax and depression will be released. The boy didn't have this treatment, and Zhang Qiusheng had to continue to be depressed. With a grudge, I haven't forgotten to draw. The rice is cold, and I am too lazy to eat.

Wang Buli quickly ran to the first class of the third year of high school, and saw Wu Zhen and Zhang Qiuran sitting in the innermost and the outermost in the other. The two of them were surrounded by people, all quietly listening to them talk about exercises or guide difficult problems in learning.

The senior class is not as demonic as the senior class. In the first class of high school, two students with good grades can be responsible for one with poor grades. Liang Siqi could only assign one of Wu Zhen's four followers to be in charge of each, while Wu Zhen and Zhang Qiuran were in charge of the whole class. No matter which student has a problem, they have to help solve it.

There's no student who doesn't want to be good. For various reasons, junior high school did not learn well, and when it came to a rotten school like the 21st Middle School, it was a broken jar and a high school Chinese certificate. Now that there is hope, who wouldn't want to be admitted to college? Even if it's a secondary school, it's worth fighting. When the enthusiasm for learning is aroused, the teachers and the students with good grades start to get busy.

As long as Wu Zhen and Zhang Qiuran are in the classroom, they are always surrounded by people. And the two of them have good tempers, and they are never arrogant and domineering. Speak softly and slowly to any classmate, so students are willing to learn from them.

Wang Buli didn't care about other people's eagerness for learning, and shouted when he entered the door: "It's not good, it's not good!" Lao Wu, Zhang Qiuran, come quickly! Come and go to our class! Wu Zhen and Zhang Qiuran were taken aback and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Wang Buli bombed and blew up: "Zhang Qiusheng is losing his temper,——" Before he finished speaking, Wu Zhen and Zhang Qiuran ran ran away. Wu Zhen thought to himself, Zhang Qiusheng's temper must be extraordinary, if he alarmed Xiao Wuzi, it would be great. Zhang Qiuran didn't have any ideas, Zhang Qiusheng was her younger brother, and she was purely afraid that he would get into trouble.

Wu Zhen and Zhang Qiuran entered the high school classroom and found that it was calm and quiet. Zhang Qiusheng buried his head in front of the desk to write and paint, and the classmates talked and laughed, and read books while eating. However, Zhang Qiuran still found Erya lying on the desk, with her head buried in her arms. Lin Ling sat next to Erya and spoke softly, as if she was persuading Erya to do something.

Zhang Qiuran wanted to see Erya. Wu Zhen said to Zhang Qiusheng: "Old Zhang, what's wrong? Zhang Qiusheng looked up and saw Wu Zhen and Zhang Qiuran coming, and hurriedly said, "You are here?" Come here! Just ask you to do me a favor. ”

Wu Jin is incomprehensible, doesn't it mean that Zhang Qiusheng is losing his temper, why do you want him to help him again? He walked up to Zhang Qiusheng and asked, "What do you want me to do?" Zhang Qiuran patted Erya gently, hurriedly came to Zhang Qiusheng's side, and also asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Isn't our class going to run a company?" Zhang Qiusheng said: "You all know the rest, so I won't say more." It is this mobile food truck, the materials have been found, and it is made of waste iron angle iron. Now the question is what to make, so I simply drew a diagram. Look at it. Zhang Qiusheng quickly made up a few strokes on the paper and handed over the drawings to Wu Zhen.

This is a serious matter, why did you lose your temper? Lao Zhang is a person who rarely loses his temper, and he laughs at all the big things. Wu Zhen was still entangled in Wang Buli's nonsense. took the drawings and looked at them, and handed them to Zhang Qiuran. "This design is very good, novel and chic, practical and generous. It's really refreshing. How can you ask me to help? ”

Zhang Qiusheng said: "This is just a model for me, and it is definitely not okay to hand it over to the workers." Workers must have a specific size so that they can cut and cut the material. In addition, workers also have to have local drawings, the dimensions of each component. In addition, the interior of this dining car should also be simple and practical, with the most things in the smallest space. ”

Wu Zhen gritted his teeth and said: "Oh, this can only be designed by regular engineering and technical personnel, what can I do!" ”

Zhang Qiusheng said: "Don't, don't retreat." To be honest, Wu Yan and Li Xiuying didn't know what specifications of the scrap iron sheets and waste angle iron they were looking for. But what are we? We are people who have difficulties to go up, and we have to go up without difficulties to create zào difficulties! This is called knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and biasing towards the tigers. ”

Wu Zhen didn't listen to his flickering, and said, "I'm not as bold as you." I know that there are tigers in the mountains, so I must go around. Besides, we are in our third year of high school, can we be as idle as your freshman year of high school? Wu Jian secretly thought that Wang Buli lied about the military situation, and he had to settle accounts with him when he went back.

Zhang Qiuchang exhaled a long breath, thinking to himself, is it me who is in a hurry? Forget it, it's not my business alone, why are you so rushing for time? Zhang Qiuran pointed to the drawing and said, "Qiusheng, judging from your picture, the shaded part below should be a cabinet made of iron sheets." There is a roof on top, so is the gap in the middle glass? ”

Zhang Qiusheng said: "Yes. This will provide shelter from the wind and rain. We plan to recruit laid-off workers, and we can't be too wronged by them. ”

Zhang Qiuran said: "That's not okay with a whole glass like this. The glass is thicker and increases the weight of the car, and it is easy to break if it is thin. Two pillars should be added in the middle to make them look like windows. Besides, there must be a window to do business. Zhang Qiusheng nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I was negligent about this, so I'll add it." As he spoke, he took the drawings and went to the desk to draw.

Zhang Qiuran said again: "Qiusheng, what do you mean by having two big holes in your interior design?" Zhang Qiusheng raised his head and said, "It's a coal stove." On a cold day, breakfast must always be kept warm, and you can't always sell cold food for people to eat, right? ”

Zhang Qiuran pointed out the defects of the drawings and said: "Then your business will not only do winter, right?" The windows are closed like this, and the summer doesn't heat people up? So you have to design this window to be movable and can be removed in the summer. It's not as simple as adding a few columns. ”

Zhang Qiusheng hurriedly nodded yes. Zhang Qiuran asked again: "Why are the wheels so small?" Or four? ”