Chapter 6 The Boys of the Eighties and Nines

"Yesterday because the whole school teachers had something to do so a day off, and it was too late to assign homework, you went back to play and play, and you should eat too, this morning, the last two classes, let's have a unit test, put away the books!"

Thursday's weather was as sunny as ever, but at this time, it was extremely gloomy for the teenagers in the fourth grade of Bai Xiao, and Zhang Zhenyi, who was close to the window, showed an extremely pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth, and it seemed that he had not become in a bad mood due to Mrs. Wang's sudden attack.

"I didn't expect that after a few decades, I would still see Lao Wang come to this trick!"

I sighed a few times in my heart, and then I heard a wail in the huge classroom, and the corner of my eye glanced at Chai Qiang, who was at the same table, and saw that the kid had a bitter face, frowning like a little old man, and the corners of his mouth were high, and his heart suddenly became happy.

"Comrade demolishing the wall, today Xiao Wang gave a big and high wall, you have to spend a lot of effort to tear it down!"

"Get out of the way, what a sin, scare me early in the morning before you digest it!"

"Chai Qiang, you put me a little sharper, put away the books on the table, don't you have ears?"

Before the young man could wake up, the lion's roar, the king's unique miraculous skill, had already turned into a sharp blade, striking at the two of them, and immediately hitting the two of them not lightly.

Looking at the somewhat rough test paper in front of him, Zhang Zhenyi couldn't raise the slightest interest, although he hadn't been in the classroom for nearly ten years, but his IQ reading Dr. Liumei didn't affect his ability to successfully complete this fourth-grade math test paper.

In order not to attract Mrs. Wang's attention, this fourth-grade elementary school math test paper was forced to let the teenager grope for an hour to finish it, not because he couldn't do it, but because he was in pain because he was stupid, this kind of painful feeling made Zhang Zhenyi have a new understanding of his new life.

"Ding Ding Ding ---"

The long-lost bell finally rang quietly after an hour and a half, the teenagers of this era are always breaking the rules of the future, when all the students looked at Lao Wang with almost longing eyes, but in the corner of everyone's eyes found a figure who dared to challenge the convention.

"Zhang Zhenyi, where are you going, where are your test papers, sit down for me, collect the test papers and leave!"

"Teacher Wang, I really can't hold it back!"

The young man's almost red face suddenly made a burst of laughter in the classroom of the fourth class, and I saw Wang Tai's hand wave like a general commanding thousands of troops, letting the little boy ride the wind.

"Hahahaha!"

The sudden laughter that was almost demonic erupted from the mouth of the young man in the fourth class, which made people laugh, looking at the test paper in his hand with neat handwriting and complete answers, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but have a headache. It turned out that this near-answer test paper was extremely perfect, but it had a small stain.

"This kid, is this a butt wiping paper or a test paper, why did it get like this in two classes!"

"Teacher Wang, which hairy boy's test paper is this, why does it look like this, this is a lot more sloppy than my kid's butt wiping paper, hahaha!"

Another headache.

The autumn wind is silent, the autumn clothes are gradually thickening, the vigor of the ** era, praise life, praise such a beautiful and innocent youth, youth, rush forward.

If you don't know the teenager of the late eighties, look at the one in front of you, with a thin face, rich black hair, a coat that is obviously larger, a rough white shirt inside, a pair of mille-feuille bottoms hanging from the cloth on his feet, and a khaki pants of unknown color.

"Zhang Zhenyi, 100 points!"

"Wow!"

"Zhang Zhenyi 100? It's not a book copy, is it? ”

The classroom was as calm as water as a thunderbolt on a sunny day in August, setting off a storm that poured everyone through, and suddenly they became stunned one by one, and each other's undulating speculation and surprise curiosity were mixed with the whispering of girls. What was surprising and extremely surprising was that Wang Wai coughed painlessly, as if he hadn't noticed the amazing actions of these teenagers, and actually read the test paper in his hand.

"Yang Pingping, 90!"

"Chai Qiang, 55!"

"Peng Mingfang, 91!"

“---”

When all the storms returned to calm, the fourth class of the hundred primary schools suddenly fell into an extremely depressing atmosphere, the high-ranking teacher Wang was like a god, his wandering eyes swept the faces of each student, and after a little contact, he saw that all the students lowered their heads slightly, and finally showed a smile on their indifferent faces.

"Everyone did well in this test, except for a few who don't usually do it, especially Zhang Zhenyi, who was the only student who got a full score this time, and there was a question in the test paper of this test that we didn't learn, but Zhang Zhenyi could also answer very well, which is worthy of praise."

"Wow!"

A word shocked everyone, unconsciously, the young man in the past, gradually made people forget the weak back, it seems that he should be like this, but the bright elegance is covered by time, and now the beauty is gone, the elegance is revealed, shining with dazzling brilliance, and the question that the place has been shattered.

"Don't talk, let's look at the test papers--"

Lao Wang's unique digital rhythm has not become different because of the passage of time, in the memory of the youth, it seems that this is the most familiar memory in the ignorant years, as if he has never aged in general, he is always so tenacious, if - if time stops in the near future, the figure that he is deeply attached to, that face, I don't know this time, are you okay?

Always looking for traces of his own presence in this strange world, Zhang Zhenyi suddenly felt a little suspicious, and these two would always wake up in the middle of the night to find that he had returned to the previous world, that time when there was no expectation, only tens of millions of regrets.

"Zhang Zhenyi, are you going to your grandmother's house again?"

"Yes! There is no rice at home, and if you don't go, you will starve to death. See you on Monday and go! ”

If the teenager still has a trace of memory, he will remember the sentence "Gently I go, don't take a cloud!" ”

The end of school at the end of the week is the time that every peasant boy looks forward to, and it seems that if there is no homework like the "sword of Dalimus" hanging over his head, it seems that he will have a more perfect life. For Zhang Zhenyi, this is a moment that he has been looking forward to for a whole week, and the person he sees again is so important in his life.

If there is no time, if there is no inheritance of life, if there is no reborn ** era, or if there is no exciting Saturday, perhaps, Zhang Zhenyi will really regret it for the rest of his life.