Drink lightly, slap the table, turn around and write the precipitated wealth, the same, in the ears of the young man, but it seems so strange and cherished, the old Duan does not seem to realize that in the last ten years of his life, there is still no change in the rhythm, only Zhang Zhenyi in the classroom, only to understand that the spitting old Duan in the near future, will be eliminated by the school to the last team, the era of private teachers, will always fall under the dead old tree with the strides of the times.

Taking advantage of the moment when Lao Duan turned around, Zhang Zhen was still sitting under the last row of walls as he remembered, the small saplings by the window had not yet grown into the towering trees that followed, the green courtyard walls had not been damaged by theft, the sound of chalk scratching the blackboard was still clearer than the whispers in the classroom, and on a certain table in the first row, three little loli were still crowded together.

In my memory, this is a wealthy family rich in Lori, the mountain girl has become a golden phoenix, one was admitted to North China University of Technology, one is in a well-known university in the south, and the other is studying abroad, no one knows that these three little girls who are crowded on the same table every semester will become the pride of the entire primary school.

"Cow, really cow, very good!"

The obscene voice came into his ears, Zhang Zhenyi looked a little helpless, he is indeed a cow, who can travel back to the past, who else can be a cow, but this time the cow really took advantage of your kid, while the kid didn't pay attention, the boy was like a stroke of genius, and sent the exercise book that had completed the sacred mission to the destination safely.

Zhang Zhenyi didn't seem to want to take care of himself, Chai Qiang was a little bored, so he continued to hold the villain book in his hand and gnawed it violently, Zhang Zhen held back a little from the corner of his eye, and found that the book was the gourd brother he thought about at the beginning, terrible childhood, terrible memories, and now they are all sunk in the deepest part of the young man's mind.

"Hard-pressed primary school students, according to the current situation, it is impossible for them to get out of such a group life."

Zhang Zhenyi doesn't want to be shocked, no matter how talented he is, but the age is there, if a nine-year-old child makes a shocking move, he is either a demon or a beast in this era, but fortunately he has a condition that others can't compare, that is, he was left behind at a young age, which has always been painful in the heart of the teenager, but now it is a unique advantage.

"Fight for freedom, hehe, I think wrong, I am writing freedom for myself in the time of freedom."

What can I do in the year? In an era of hardship when there are no stocks, no Internet, no movies and music, it seems that the most important thing to do should be to be a genius boy in an aimless and boring childhood, to learn more, to be smart, to be active, to be good at reading, and there are always various miracles in the book to explain everything miraculous about himself.

The ticking clock was engraved with the traces of the passage of time, and the morning class time had slipped through my fingers, and the only thing that was clearly visible was the thick layer of chalk ash, quietly piled up under the wall beneath the blackboard.

The day of October, the golden years, the harvest season always passed by unconsciously, Zhang Zhenyi had not had time to count his thoughts, and he had already been pulled back to the real world by Xiao Wang's chalk head.

"Zhang Zhenyi, think about it, right? Don't worry about desertion in class, you come up and do this topic again, and the people below will do it again on the draft, and you won't knock your head into a hole! ”

The murderous little Wang Zhong showed his fangs as sharp as ever, and cruelly carved an indelible mark on the hearts of the young girl.

Zhang Zhenyi shook his sore wrist slightly, stuffed the paper on the table into the innermost layer of his schoolbag, and strode towards the execution ground on the podium, like a strong man, without the peerless elegance that will never return, but the amazing moment of his youth.

At the moment when he turned around, there was still half an unfinished lead word left on the table, which was very different from the handwriting of the young man in the past, but it made people unrecognizable that this was a stunning work that had just been baked.

"Huh? Could it be that this was written by Zhang Zhenyi's kid? ”

Mrs. Wang's eyes condensed slightly, and she was stunned for a moment, then she raised her eyes to look at the thin little boy on the blackboard, and then looked at the paper in her hand, only to see that the powerful handwriting on it was open and sharp, piercing her eyes like a sharp blade. This is a good block letter.

"Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, only sleep to relieve their worries!"

The upright font is written with a shak-shaking grammar, which is peerless and terrifying.

"Chai Qiang, is this what Zhang Zhenyi wrote just now?"

"Huh? Yes-Yes, it was written by Zhang Zhenyi, Mr. Wang, I just saw him write, and he wrote a few pieces of paper in the morning, and I don't know where he threw it. ”

Chai Qiang's words made Mrs. Wang a little surprised, in his teaching career, he has never met a student who can write such a beautiful font, not to mention a little cub who has just been in the fourth grade, even if he can't write such a beautiful italic character, why hasn't that kid written such a beautiful font before, it's really weird.

Shaking his head to dissipate the sorrow in his mind, he raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of the teacher, only to see that under the three-meter-long blackboard, more than half of the position had been filled with the young man's beautiful Arabic numerals, and the symbols of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division were full of eyes, perfect steps, perfect handwriting, plus perfect answers, textbook answers, which suddenly shocked Mrs. Wang's heart.

A mixed operation that is complicated and a little headache for students of this age, but under the pen of the teenager, it has turned into beautiful characters, the pen of genius, the genius boy, the teenager's Hua Luogeng, and strange ideas suddenly appeared in Mrs. Wang's mind.

"Could it be that I misread this kid before, no matter how I look at this kid, it doesn't look like a student material, why did it suddenly become a little unclear for me."

In fact, not only Mrs. Wang, but also the teenagers and girls in the classroom all stopped the pencils in their hands mercilessly, and looked at the thin and short boy on the podium with wide eyes, the modified version of the wrinkled Zhenliang shirt, the mille-feuille cloth shoes with smoothed soles, and a gray pants that have been changed from large to small.

"You see, Zhang Zhenyi is exactly the same as in this book!"

A little Lori's cry suddenly exploded in the classroom,It turned out that this little Lori had an old version of the primary school reference book in her hand,There is a detailed answer to this topic written on it shockingly,The girl's unwilling childlike heart instantly gave an answer that seemed to be infinitely close to the truth,Suddenly there were discussions in the classroom。

"Zhang Zhenyi, have you read this question?"

Mrs. Wang was also a little unsure whether the young man in front of her was a flash in the pan or a sudden aura, and the somewhat uncertain questioning tone made Zhang Zhenyi a little annoyed for a while, but then she seemed a little unconcerned, why should she talk to a few children at her age.

I saw him nod slightly to Mrs. Wang, and then walked off the stage silently, leaving behind the sound of whirring all over the ground, and a big question mark, in the subsequent explanation, Mrs. Wang seemed to be a little absent-minded, only to see him hastily end the afternoon class, and let the students in the classroom start self-study time.