Greatness cannot be created, it can only be found in retrospective, and all the amazing and extraordinary began on that ordinary evening.

The night was much quieter, but it wasn't cold, at least not over the streets, and the constant wind blew upwards and carried away the hustle and bustle of the day, making it hard to believe that the city was so lively during the day.

The supermarket at the entrance of the courtyard was full of people, and Zhang Yuxi took the two young people to show a day's 'please come again' smile, and felt inexplicably tired on his face. There are always a few days of the year that are particularly busy, and the moment is one of them, and the time is not idle, because you always have to tap and press on the screen, and stand on both legs until you are sore, because it is necessary to lack politeness when sitting in front of the customer, but fortunately, the mouth can at least be freed, because although the 'bell mouth' at the door of the store is tattered, there has never been a problem in answering the position of the shelf. So whenever he sees a long list of entries at the cash register, he feels that everything is worth it, and even that it is not enough.

Across the road, there is still an expensive three-piece sunshade set in front of the detached house, Fellaini's beach pants are gold, the plush latte around his neck is gold, and even the borders of his sunglasses are gold, while Modiana's legs are straight, looking like a pair of chopsticks from a distance. It didn't matter if the sun was full or not, it was important enough to show off the ownership of the turf, and the people who walked by had mockery in their eyes and ridicule on their lips, but Monsieur Fellaini gladly accepted it, translating it all into jealousy, and convinced that his wife had the same idea.

Continue along the road and soon you will see a faulty signal light. It is not as flashing red and green as the brothers, and sometimes the temper comes up and it will shine white, which makes the driver at the front of the queue very distressed, and it is not waiting to go, and what is even more disturbing is that there are people in the back who make a coax and honk the horn vigorously to say that this signal means that he should 'abandon the car and run away'. In a city where every road is congested, the difference between going to the street and serving a prison sentence is not obvious, although this is only the most common corner, and the further south you go, the more you can see the bad traffic.

And all this good and bad happened before the rallying call sounded at nightfall today.

At this time, the sky was already thick, and at No. 302, 3rd Floor, No. 36 Qianhua Street, Jingyang was lying on the bed, and he was indifferent to the other party's bombardment back and forth in the chat window. This irritability, languidness, has been going on for some time, and if any doctor comes to get to the bottom of it, it may start from the day he moves to Silvergate.

This room is not very large, there is nothing to furnish on the north side except the window, the wardrobe is against the wall to the west, there are orange sheets and striped quilts on the east side, and Jingyang is like a purple cabbage in a hamburger, now sandwiched in the middle, and in the southeast corner is a table full of miscellaneous items, and the thrush mouth is placed under the table. In addition, in the remaining space, a bunch of large and small boxes were piled up haphazardly in the south, and only a few of them had been opened.

It's been three weeks since he moved here, but he's too lazy to set it up. For this matter, the father chattered several times, but Mr. Xinping was too busy to keep an eye on his son and tidy up the room.

Stepping from the Bay District to the Yinmen District, considering the rules and regulations of the Ministry of Social Assessment and the Land and Housing Planning Bureau, coupled with the personal history report of the Career Supervision Department and the shortage of housing, this move is indeed a big deal.

Mr. Shinhei's friends thought the same way, and he received more congratulatory gifts than the blessings of the New Wear Festival every year. A pot of two flowering lilac water-seeking plants, a Citizen Medal of Honor from the Sub-district Office at No. 9 Wenchang Street, and a portrait painted by Jiang Suo, a non-famous painter and friend...... Many of them are not valuable, but in Mr. Xinping's eyes, these gifts are like sentinels, and if he doesn't mix them well, these green plants and drawing paper will be the first to be ridiculed.

So after arriving in Yinmen District, he worked hard day and night to integrate into the new company, and the finishing work of moving became something that could be delayed.

"Last time you said you got the time for the interview, but you still didn't come this afternoon."

At this time, the woman who has been chatting with Jingyang has gradually lost her patience, she sang a one-man show throughout the whole night, and the boy opposite didn't say a word although it was displayed online, this kind of hot face sticking to a cold ass move, normal people will be a little angry.

"Come on, come if you don't come, and talk back if you don't come! If it weren't for your dad looking for a relationship, the bus company wouldn't have waited for you a long time ago, please don't delay us, and don't delay yourself! ”

After the other party finished speaking, Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief, so that he didn't need to be entangled between opening his mouth to deal with it and continuing to play dead.

At this time, he felt that the computer was a little hot, so he simply turned off the equipment and pushed it to the side of the bed, and the computer slid along the mechanical arm to the edge of the bed, and made a loud noise that could wake up the whole family. This old bracket frees your hands, but it's clearly time for maintenance.

He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to close his eyes and open them again, back and forth two or three times, and finally drove away the soreness caused by staring at the screen for a long time, stretched a lazy waist with enough patience, and walked out of the bedroom wearing a T-shirt printed with the logo of "Little Forest Commemorative Edition" on his head and unwashed hair that he didn't need to see people.

Going to the kitchen to find food is more like a hunt, the worst result is nothing more than last week's half of a coconut loaf, and the best result is limitless, compressed fruit platter or instant chicken meatballs are great, and for him who rarely buys, this session is always full of surprises.

The refrigerator door opened. Three small pieces of Yellow Chef Banana Pizza, a few unprocessed raw burritos, five bottles of mineral water and a large box of eggs. There are also two packs of "Green Coconut Manor" ingredients that can't be seen what they are, the advertising slogan on the packaging box "You have more than one choice" makes people particularly familiar, and there is a more conspicuous line of words at the bottom 'New Pei Festival Promotional Pack: 26 yuan buy one get one free', which also made Jingyang find the reason why it is lying here.

He made a few rounds up and down, and found that there was no cunning delicacy hidden in the corners, so he decided to reconcile with the refrigerator.

Taking out the pizza and stacking the three sheets on top of each other is a perverted way to make the eating process more enjoyable, and the usual late-night snack becomes a challenge that requires you to open your mouth wide, and of course, it will be easier to pass the time.

After eating and returning to the bed, there was still residual temperature in the place where he had just stayed, Jingyang lay down, and at this time, the wisdom disk on his wrist suddenly vibrated twice.

Lighting up the screen, Jingyang saw the new message sent by Chaoyi in the class chat area, and there were not only his friends in the photo, but also a bunch of familiar faces in the school.

It was a crazy party, so crazy that he couldn't believe the girls could dress so coolly, with the lights on the dance floor, everyone struck a trademark pose for the camera, but a closer look still showed that there were a few obvious repetitions.

And next to the photo, there is a sentence: "After being released from prison, we are out of prison!" ”

This photo made Jingyang's thoughts go back to more than half a year ago. Because of the cross-district relocation, Mr. Xinping submitted an application to the school for academic compression, and on the third working day after the application, a thin man from the Teaching Progress Supervision Office called Jingyang to the office and had a conversation that disgusted him.

"Recruit Jingyang?" The brown-haired manager was obviously not good at oriental-style names, and he couldn't pronounce the four words accurately, as if he had a billiard ball stuffed in his mouth.

"Yes...... Zhao Zuo Jingyang. Jingyang said very slowly, so that the people on the other side could imitate him. Universal grammar has scales, but many people habitually ignore them.

Mr. Xinping's surname is Zhao, but when he named Jingyang, he insisted on adding his wife's surname as well. Jingyang didn't understand it before, and in his childhood memories, his mother complained more than once that this name was very hypocritical.

But when he grew up, he gradually understood that this was a sincere and brave confession made by his father, who was not good at expressing feelings.

"My name is Warren Grand, and I'm in charge of the academic adjustment plan for the entire campus, providing a more efficient pathway for honor students." Professor Warren didn't look up at the person, but as he spoke, he typed into the screen the name of the student he had just identified, and the duplicate rate of this name was so low that as long as the spelling was fine, even the student number did not need to be checked.

The information pops up very quickly.

"Let's take a look at the results first. Your lingua franca is B, the practical operation of intelligent technology is C, the art class only has D, the math is B-, and the logic ......" Speaking of this, Warren raised his head, Jingyang even felt that the professor smiled inadvertently, it was the kind of smile that saw his expected results, "It should be your favorite class, it's A".

"In terms of grades, it's very reluctant, and as the person in charge of the project, I have to provide accurate information, you won't mind, right?"

Jingyang replied quickly: "It doesn't matter, I also think it's far-fetched to compress my studies."

This is the first time he has been excited since entering the house, Jingyang can't wait to stay here, those like-minded friends continue to mingle, every Friday and Chaoyi go to the snack shop at the door to eat, from time to time to Ishida Xiaoye's house to watch a whole day of anime and discuss the plot, download three new songs, two MVs, and a retro version of the poster for Pepelosa at the newsstand on Jeteng Road, and someone will help him with his homework for the week.

What's more important is that he can be with Wei Haiyao every day of class, he likes this girl with long black hair, who is not amazing but very attractive.

However, this like is silent, Jingyang has not picked out his love after five years of further study in northern India, and it seems that in the face of this extremely important event, no matter how good the time is, it is not suitable enough.

And the vacation after graduation is the best opportunity to confess. They can go to the undersea experience hall to tease the pancake octopus, go to the 'ability faction' to equip themselves with a pair of small wings, or invite her to feel the 'Little Forest Commemorative Edition' that they are proud of, after all, games are human nature, and the temptation is difficult to resist if you touch it once, whether you are a man or a woman.

But all of these have to be built on the basis of everyone leaving school together, and now this academic integration compression application obviously makes many of his thoughts really stay at the level of thinking.

"So the adjustment plan is in vain, isn't it, Professor Grande?" Jing Yang's eyebrows fluttered a little, and now he felt that as long as he called the other professor, he would get a satisfactory answer.

"No, no, I don't mean that, being able to move to Yinmen District will definitely help you a lot in the future, so I will definitely find a way, and I will fight for the delayed studies, which is also one of the original intentions of the Teaching Progress Supervision Office." Warren Grande smiled, expecting the lad across from him to be grateful to him, unaware that someone was trying to punch him twice in the hooked nose.

"Maybe I can stick to the end first, and then go to the Yinmen area next year, it's too difficult for me to compress the course." Jingyang's tone was almost pleading.

"That's not what your father said when he submitted his application, you have to graduate early, and he repeated it several times, and he said that this way, uh...... Convenient to preempt work. Warren was visibly amused by this reason, and the corners of his mouth trembled unconsciously as he stifled his laughter.

Jingyang didn't speak, lowered his head in frustration, and was silent for five or six seconds before he opened his mouth again: "What is the slowest month?" ”

Warren stared at the big boy in front of him in surprise, pursed his lips and stopped talking, the motivated students he usually received never asked such embarrassing questions, but his superb professionalism still made him quickly regain that calm look.

"The slowest? …… The third gear, with the least amount of compression, only graduated in May. ”

"Then I'll choose this."

Warren came back to his senses, and turned the screen to Jingyang as he spoke: "Read the terms carefully, the additional cost is 1690 yuan, including book copyright fees, teaching fees, auxiliary medicine fees, night counseling fees, physical and mental health insurance, if there is no problem, just put your hands on it, and read the words on the screen with your eyes." ”

Along with the screen is the old-fashioned fifth-generation contract table, the mouth is pressed against the bracket, the eyes are aimed at the two round windows, the hand is flat on the recognition film below, and then the text in the window is read, much like wearing glasses, and the whole process can be confirmed.

"Zhao Zuojingyang confirms that he has applied for academic compression, applied for project plan three, and has read the terms of responsibility in detail and accepted it." If it weren't for the lack of choice, Jingyang wouldn't even miss a word.

"Okay, I'll send a link to your family account, please remind your parents to complete the transfer within 72 hours"

"Hmm......" Jingyang didn't listen carefully, and when he left the office, his mood was low and dull.

The story that happened later was very logical, Zhao Xinping made sufficient preparations before calling his wife, in addition to wanting to talk about the move, he also wanted to talk about life again. However, the actual call was very short, Jingyang heard that his mother just asked briefly, agreed to sign for a while, and hung up the phone without waiting for the topic to develop further.

Jingyang's every day in the new class revolves around studying, and his grades are not good-looking, he has not made any new friends, and he has not even recognized the people around him.

On the day his wisdom disk was cancelled in school, he understood a truth, graduation is a carnival, but this carnival only belongs to one group.

He walked back to the B3 teaching building, stood by the window of the aisle and quietly looked at the students who had been absent for a long time. At that time, his dream was to leave school, and he hoped that he would fly into the blue sky like a far-edged fighter. It's just that when this day really came, Yuanling didn't take off, it stopped quietly on the lawn, looking indescribably lonely. Everyone had made a bold promise to have a party for three days and three nights, and they also shouted the strong words of emptying the entire wine rack, and the horn to wake up this bold words will ring in the ears of everyone in the classroom, but he can only be absent.

Six days later, Jingyang, who had packed up everything, left Wenchang Street in Bei District with Zhao Xinping, flew over more than 2,000 kilometers of sky, and arrived at this place that everyone except him praised - Yinmen District.