Zhou Mingyue was really familiar with this scene when he saw it.

Because, he's done it before!

Although he was admitted to the seventh high school at the beginning, due to various reasons, his grades declined rapidly, and he finally fell to the point of skipping school to play basketball.

As for why you don't go out and play, it's because you don't have any money!

It is impossible for his uncle Cheng Guoming to give all the compensation for his parents' car accident to a minor, at most he will give some pocket money every week.

With Cheng Guoming's cut, the weekly pocket money can exceed ten yuan, which is considered lucky.

You must know that cousin Cheng Xiaoying, because of special circumstances, only has 30 yuan more pocket money per month.

Call!

"Hey buddy, be careful!"

Just as he was a little dazed, a basketball came whizzing and smashed into his head.

Although the student who missed the hand was reminded, the speed of ordinary people could not react at all.

Well, if it had been when he had just woken up, he would definitely not have been able to dodge it.

But now it's different.

Zhou Mingyue stretched out his hand lightly, and the fast-moving basketball was immediately turned by him, and then stood on his index finger, spinning rapidly.

Before the stunned students could come to their senses, he trotted two steps and threw the basketball away.

The basketball flew to the basket faster than it had come, and in a split second, it smashed into the basket.

"I'll go! Brother, you're too good, aren't you? ”

"Let's have fun!"

......

There is no doubt that Zhou Mingyue's magic shot directly conquered the few truant students who sweated on the basketball court.

But he shook his head, smiled, waved his hand, and left.

What are you kidding, I'm just touching the scene and pretending.

As long as you go to play basketball, you might as well go to Linjiang Road to run two laps by yourself.

After all, compared to playing basketball, it can stimulate your body to improve rapidly.

Seeing Zhou Mingyue's figure in the distance, several truant teenagers got together and couldn't help whispering.

"It's like I haven't seen it in our school before?"

"Maybe it's a big guy who transferred from another school, right?"

"Maybe it's not from our school, right?"

"Isn't it someone from our school who can come in? Don't forget the Black Gate God. ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

.......

Zhou Mingyue didn't know the whispering sound coming from behind him, and went straight to the teaching office.

In the past, when Zhang Shaoyang came to the teaching office, he made a mistake, and when he got here, his legs trembled.

But now it's different, he looks down on everything.

Of course, due courtesy still has to be there.

"Knock."

There was a knock on the door, and there was a call from inside, please come in.

Zhou Mingyue walked in.

The dean of teaching, surnamed Zeng, is in his forties, with a somewhat Mediterranean hairstyle, and wears a sportswear, not like a dean of education, but like a physical education teacher.

The process of resuming classes is simple and does not need to be described too much.

It's just that Director Zeng was worried that Zhou Mingyue would not be able to keep up with his studies when he returned to school, so he suggested that he repeat his grade and resume classes in the second year of high school.

Of course, Director Zeng's mind is public and private.

is worried that Zhou Mingyue will not be able to keep up with the progress of his studies, so that he will drag down the results of the college entrance examination of the seventh middle school, and he is also worried that Zhou Mingyue will be sluggish because of this.

After all, although Zhang Shaoyang's previous grades were not considered top students, it was no problem to stabilize and take the second exam.

As for one, a key undergraduate, there must be someone in the seventh middle school who can be admitted, but it is definitely not Zhang Shaoyang.

As for the seven top universities in Danyang, Chaofeng No. 7 Middle School didn't even dare to think about it.

No way, the style of study is not good, the source of students is not good, even some aspiring teachers are desperately transferred to other good schools, so it is normal for the school's grades to be bad.

However, to Director Zeng's surprise, Zhang Shaoyang refused the choice of repeating the grade and resuming classes, but insisted on returning to the original eighth class.

Well, that is, the current third and eighth classes of Chaofeng No. 7 Middle School.

This made Director Zeng have some toothache.

You really think you're a genius, you've been suspended from school for a whole year, and now even if you resume classes, how can you make up for what you've missed in a year?

You must know that even if the grades of Chaofeng No. 7 Middle School are worse than those of other schools, the learning progress is actually not too slow, with the current learning progress, the new courses in high school have been completed in advance in the past year, and now it is time to enter the stage of review.

But in any case, Zhang Shaoyang's family is willing to go back to his original class, and as the director of teaching, it is impossible to hold on to it without a reasonable reason.

After completing the formalities, Zhou Mingyue thanked him with a face, and left the teaching office under Director Zeng's somewhat angry gaze.

Whew, it's finally done, and classes can resume from tomorrow.

Before the crossing, Zhou Mingyue had been out of class for seven or eight years, and most of his classmates had married and had children, and now they were going back to study, which felt a little fresh.

Why are you still a little eager to try?

Zhou Mingyue thought about it on the way home, this is probably because his spirit was too tight after he crossed over, and now he has come to this world that looks quite peaceful and is relatively similar to the earth, and reading has become a kind of enjoyment.

In addition, Zhou Mingyue felt that reading was probably the most convenient way to understand the world.

Although he looked up a lot of information on the Internet.

But obviously, no matter how detailed the information on the Internet is, there is actually a lot of false information.

There are a lot of things that you can't find on the Internet.

Zhou Mingyue, who had been nurtured in the tide of network information before the crossing, knew this.

Otherwise, how could there be such a thing as the dark web?

Besides, a lot of confidential things, people are not stupid, so they have to put them on the Internet and let you see them for free?

Before dinner, Zhou Mingyue heard Cheng Xiaoying say that his aunt bought beef and came back today, so he urgently went to Linjiang Road to run two laps.

This is also a helpless thing, although this kind of running circle exercise is very good for stimulating the body, but if there is not enough nutritional supplement after running, then the effect will not be good.

Therefore, every time he heard that his family had bought good meat, Zhou Mingyue would seize the time to practice more, so as not to waste it in vain.

It's just that as a result, my aunt's brows seem to be furrowed even more than before.

He also understands this.

Isn't there a saying?

Half the size eats the poor man!

What's more, Zhou Mingyue's appetite after running laps and exercising is even more amazing, if it weren't for seeing that there was nothing wrong with him on the surface, his uncle Cheng Guoming would have wanted to take him to the hospital again.

Didn't someone say on the Internet that the sudden increase in food consumption is either a loss of love or an imbalance in the secretion of pineal hormones. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens