"Panic!" Ling Er looked at the thick stack of mimeographed scrolls on Liu Gao's bed and quipped, "Today is tomorrow, tomorrow is so much." ”

Liu Gao said, "I want you to take care of it, I just love to learn, and I am reluctant to throw it away, but you are not convinced." ”

Ling Er said, "Throw away the papers, look at the textbooks, the foundation is solid, and it's too late to study the papers now." It's too unlikely to expect a few days off for a short period of time and then a miracle. ”

He has spent half of his life in school and knows too well the mentality of his students.

There are some students who feel that they still have a book to read every day, but they don't read it.

Liu Gao belongs to this kind of person, who is deserted during the day and guilty at night, thinks of a thousand paths, and continues to walk the same way the next day.

"Hey, Second Ling, are you back?" The bed above shows a head.

Ling Er was in a trance, in the dim room, he didn't say he couldn't recognize it, even if he could recognize it, he didn't know the other party's name.

Liu Gao said, "Jiang Xianlei, you pig, you are still sleeping." ”

Jiang Xianlei?

Ling Er silently recited it in his heart, thought about it carefully, and finally connected with his memory, and said with a smile, "Get up, it's okay to read a book." ”

Jiang Xianlei hunched over and climbed down from the top bunk, the ribs behind him were visible, he turned out a pack of inferior cigarettes from the stomach of the table, let it go, no one smoked, lit it himself, and pretended to be old-fashioned, "I'll pack up and leave in the afternoon, my brother is going to go to the beach." ”

"It's good, I have a dream, what if I turn over." Ling Er did not deny him, in this turbulent era, there are many examples of counterattacks at the bottom, and if he seizes the opportunity, he may turn over.

Jiang Xianlei said with a smile, "When my brother turns over, I will take you with me when the time comes." ”

Ling Er said, "You go to the front station, and when you find out the way, I'll go to you." ”

I rolled up the mat and prepared to take it home, but when I looked closely, it was either a hole or a mold, so I simply threw it away, and under the bed was a pair of my own green liberation shoes, which were not broken, so I simply put them in a woven bag and put them together with the books and test papers.

Carrying a woven bag to the classroom, the head teacher was collecting the fee for the high school entrance examination, and everyone paid for it.

"You have money?" Yang Hao didn't understand why Ling Er was so calm.

"No money." Ling Er only had two yuan in his pocket.

Yang Hao said, "I have it in my pocket." ”

His father is a county cadre, and his mother is from a town hospital, and relatively speaking, the conditions are better than most of his classmates, and his pockets often contain huge sums of 100 yuan that many people dare not imagine.

"Thank you, no." Ling Er was confident.

The head teacher had already registered at their table, looked at him, and said, "You don't have to give. ”

Yang Hao handed the money to the head teacher, and when the head teacher walked away, he asked in a low voice, "What's the situation?" ”

Ling Er said, "A kind person gave it for me." ”

It was his grandfather who gave the money, and he was also a teacher at school, but he didn't want to talk to outsiders about these things.

"That's good." Yang Hao didn't ask any more.

Ling Er suddenly remembered something and asked, "Are you going to take the secondary school exam?" ”

Yang Hao nodded, "Yes, your grades are so good, it's a pity to go to high school." My dad asked me to apply for the provincial bank school, and this year, the accounting class of the Agricultural Bank of China recruited 80 people, and they could be assigned after two years. ”

Ling Er shook his head and said seriously, "Listen to me, let's go to high school together." ”

Applying for the technical secondary school is not only free of accommodation fees, but also for students recruited by national tasks, most of the secondary schools are exempt from tuition and miscellaneous fees, and they are also allocated after graduation.

The disadvantages of high school are obvious, the school system is three years, eating, drinking, and lazing, all by yourself, and it is still unknown whether you can be admitted to university.

Calculate the inputs, outputs, and risks, and you will make a choice naturally.

Most of the fresh junior high school graduates are no longer willing to follow the road from junior high school to high school and university to go step by step to the end, most of them apply for technical secondary school, and the score line of secondary school is even higher than that of key high schools.

Yang Huai said, "Are you confused, what are you thinking in your head?" ”

He really didn't understand Ling Er's thoughts.

Rural children were admitted to secondary schools, which means that the carp jumps the dragon gate, and for Ling Er, it means a change of fate.

"I want to go to university," Ling Er said firmly, "I hope you can also go to university, we have to look forward, you see that the most popular people are still college students, even if you are admitted to a teacher's college, a bank secondary school, or a vocational high school?" To put it mildly, it will be a screw in the future, and it will be nailed in that position. Would you like to be like that for the rest of your life? ”

If China wants to be in line with the world, it must first integrate with the education of developed countries.

Yang Hao muttered, "You are so ambitious. ”

He also didn't understand where Ling Er's confidence came from.

Ling Er said, "Go home and discuss it with your father, your family conditions are good, and it's not that you can't afford high school." ”

In his previous life, Yang Hao went to a secondary school, and began to work as a bank teller in the city, from a young man to a forty-year-old, stable but stable.

Ling Er just felt sorry for him, but he could only say that, let Yang Hao make his own decision.

He found out all the textbooks from the first to the third year of junior high school, starting with mathematics, then physics, chemistry, and English, and flipped through them one by one, and in less than an hour, he figured out the general content.

I found the previous volume, and I did it again from beginning to end, except for one element, I lost two points on the valence, and the rest were all right, and my confidence was greatly inflated.

The rest were politics, languages, biology, history, and geography, and he didn't worry about it, but there wasn't much to it, and after he had eaten his lunch in the cafeteria, he began to read, and he never moved his nest except for two trips to the toilet on the way.

When he was close to the end of school, he went to the head teacher, first talked about the study situation, and then said directly, "I want to go home to review first, and come to school to follow the car to the examination room on the day of the exam." ”

The head teacher is Jiang Weihua, a middle-aged man in his forties, with a round head and thick lenses, he frowned and said, "You want to take the high school entrance exam?" ”

"Well, I'm going to college." Ling Erdao.

"The idea is good." Jiang Weihua scratched his head, not caring about the dandruff that fell, and continued, "But let's also consider the reality." ”

Of course, he was clear about the situation of the Ling family, and in his opinion, Ling Er's best choice was to study at the teacher college!

Steady!

"You are a bad old man, you are very bad, and I almost believed in your ghost in my last life!" Ling Er complained silently in his heart, and then said with a smile, "Teacher Jiang, I think very clearly, I just want to go to university. ”

He now thinks back to why he was so determined to go to college in his previous life, as if it was just because of an open-air movie he watched, the male protagonist is a college student, gentle and elegant, and can attract everyone's attention wherever he goes, especially girls.

He was envious, he wanted to be like that.

ps: The old hat wrote this, just because he wanted to write, and he couldn't contain the impulse... Ha ha...