This is a special counter for philatelic enthusiasts, and its main business is to provide customers with an order service for unissued stamps, and to sell stamps and supporting tools on site.

Of course, you can also order newspapers and magazines here.

However, Tang Mingyao still deeply felt the prevalence of philately in this era.

No more queuing.

He walked straight up to the counter and asked the questions that had been prepared for a long time. As a result, before he finished speaking, he saw a philatelic book placed in front of him on the side of the counter.

He subconsciously picked it up and flipped through it, it was full of stamps that filled the whole book, all of which were brand new and unused, and they were basically complete sets, and most of the stamps in them had never been seen by Tang Mingyao.

I've met a veteran!

He thought to himself, "How much is this book worth?" ”

After a few turns of thought, Tang Mingyao abandoned some thoughts that should not have been, and asked the teller: "Hello, whose stamp album is it?" ”

"Huh?" The young lady at the counter glanced up at him, "The little girl who handled the business just now, just went out, you chased it out to have a look?" ”

Tang Mingyao was speechless.

What does this matter to me?

However, he still turned around and walked out of the business hall very honestly, standing on the steps and looking left and right, looking for the owner.

It wasn't that he was moved by the command of the young lady at the counter, but as a philatelic enthusiast, he knew how he would feel if he lost such a large volume of stamps.

After looking at it for a moment, I didn't find anyone.

Tang Mingyao chased out a section of the road to the left and right, but still didn't find it.

He returned to the business hall and said to the young lady: "I haven't found it, you can keep it first, and people will definitely come back to get it later." ”

As he was talking, a figure suddenly rushed to the counter from outside, snatched the stamp album from Tang Mingyao's hand, and dragged it into his arms.

The lady at the counter smiled: "The person came back by himself, so I don't need to do it." ”

She said to the newcomer again: "Your stamp book has fallen here, and he just went out to chase you, but he didn't chase you." ”

Tang Mingyao turned his head, and only then did he see this person's appearance clearly.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old cardamom girl, with a delicate face, and a height of about 160, she is a cut taller than him who has not grown up yet.

The girl had very short little men's hair, and there was a faint heroism between her eyebrows.

Tang Mingyao's mouth opened, and the sentence "squad leader" almost blurted out.

That's right!

He knew the girl.

It is Hou Yan, the leader of his junior high school experimental class for three years!

But don't get me wrong, in the previous life, the squad leader was the squad leader, he was him, and there was no personal relationship between the two except for the relationship between classmates. Three years combined, no more than ten times to speak!

The kind of class leader in the novel who urges the male protagonist to hand in his homework and specifically targets the male protagonist who is lagging behind in his grades...... That kind of bloody episode didn't happen to him.

"Thank you." Hou Yan pinned a strand of messy short hair behind her ear, said politely, and then turned around and left.

Tang Mingyao: "......"

He felt that there should be more development here, at least he should say the other person's name, say "I know you", and then say "I am also a philatelic enthusiast, leave a contact information, and communicate more in the future." Say a few polite words to each other, and then politely leave each other.

When we meet again next time, we will be acquaintances, and further in-depth exchanges will naturally unfold.

But no.

Hou Yan thanked her lightly, turned around and left.

Tang Mingyao had a feeling of depression when he was fighting in the ring, and before he could punch, the other party had already hidden from the figure.

After a moment, he shook his head with a smile, feeling that he seemed to have too much inner drama.

He made some inquiries to the lady at the counter and learned that the order of stamps is on an annual basis, about a few hundred yuan a year, and if you buy it now, it is sold by the set, not just the sale.

As for the legendary little plastic envelope, unfortunately, it is not sold here.

Tang Mingyao had no choice but to return empty-handed.

After going back this day, there was nothing to do, read a book for a long time, and the next day I got up with my mother and went to school to report that D County No. 1 Middle School is a provincial key middle school, the quality of teaching is much higher than other schools in the county, every year in the college entrance examination, there are dozens of students admitted to the key undergraduate, 94 years even out of a Tsinghua student, a sensation in the county.

The experimental class that Tang Mingyao is going to is the project that the county No. 1 Middle School will focus on building this year.

Probably want to reproduce the glory of a few years ago.,The teachers equipped with are the school's trump cards.,Not only the teaching level is very high.,The work is also extremely conscientious and responsible.,The homeroom teacher is a workaholic.,The kind that can abuse people to death.。

Before Tang Mingyao entered the school, the trembling feeling of being dominated by the teachers in his previous life quietly crawled on.

He restrained himself a little, took his mother to pay the money to sign up, went to the logistics office to get the palm mat, went to the dormitory to make the bed, went to the classroom to recognize the door, went to the grocery store at the gate to buy daily necessities, and went to the boiler room with the water turned on to check what he needed to prepare if he wanted to steam rice here.

This year, No. 1 Middle School will also allow students to bring their own rice to steam rice, but next year, the boiler room will have to turn on the water, and the old tradition of steaming rice will be a thing of the past.

As a child from the countryside, since the school has this service, his mother naturally asks him to steam rice. Tang Mingyao didn't argue with his mother on these small issues, he behaved very obediently, anyway, when she left, if he didn't want to steam rice, he could naturally go to the canteen to buy and eat.

After being busy for a long time, when everything was ready, both of them were tired and sweating.

Tang Mingyao took his mother to the cafeteria for a meal and experienced the food here, and then he sent his mother out of the school gate and watched her take the bus and leave.

Back in the dormitory, the seven roommates except him have basically been gathered.

Tang Mingyao had seen these guys in his previous life, and they were all acquaintances of the same class for three years, so he was not surprised, and after politely saying hello, he lay on his bed and read a book.

Only two classmates caught his attention slightly.

A boy named Ma Dan, a boy with single eyelids, is not good-looking. Tang Mingyao paid attention to him because this guy was a lover of martial arts novels, in his previous life, he and Tang Mingyao often contributed money together, went to rent bookstores and books, and after coming back, they played flashlights in the quilt together, and fought at night.

There is also a magnet named Tang Yu, who is Tang Mingyao's buddy for more than ten years in his previous life, who has passed the night together, fought together, and slept in the same bed together.

It's a pity that more than ten years later, the two had a conflict because of some contradictions, and since then they have parted ways and become passers-by.

Tang Mingyao didn't want to mention the rights and wrongs of grievances and grievances in his previous life-he felt that both sides were at fault in that matter, but he refused to admit his mistakes-at this time, he didn't arouse much emotion, he glanced at Tang Yu, and only felt that everything in his previous life was like smoke.

Today is the day of registration, and there are no classes during the day.

Tang Mingyao read a book in the dormitory for an afternoon, completed the basic tasks and the two-hour advanced tasks, and waited until the meal was ordered, and then Shi Shiran went to the cafeteria to eat.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, it was time to go to the classroom, and tonight everyone was going to move books, distribute books, and then go to the first evening self-study in junior high school.

When Tang Mingyao walked to the door of the classroom, it happened that a familiar figure hurried out of it and almost collided with each other.

After settling down, he saw the appearance of the person in front of him, it was the girl he saw at the post office yesterday, Hou Yan.