Lu Mingfei rode a small bicycle and came to Shilan High School.

The chain of the small bicycle is obviously loose, and it clicks every time it is ridden.

It's nine o'clock this morning.

The city is foggy.

Ming Fei stepped down on the footstool, stopped the car, and looked at the school from a distance of seven or eight meters.

Shilan High School was shrouded in fog at this time, revealing only a large outline that was not clearly visible.

At first glance, it looks like a mirage in the clouds.

Confused and disillusioned.

Shilan High School is one of the most well-known private high schools in the area.

In the eyes of the locals, this school is full of aristocratic temperament.

The pure white ancient Greek statue of Vienna with a broken arm as soon as you enter the door, noble and missing an arm.

It's a kind of mutilated beauty.

It's like the lost forty chapters of the classic Chinese masterpiece Dream of the Red Chamber.

Introduce reverie, but can't imagine.

On the back side of the door was the plastic runway, imported plastic particles, and borax runway that only some colleges and universities could have at that time.

All of them show the honor and luxury of this Shilan High School.

There was no shortage of beauties and aristocrats in this school. It is customary for the local extended families to send their children to this school.

But, in Lu Mingfei's opinion.

Shilan High School doesn't seem to have much merit other than expensive tuition.

The first time Lu Mingfei entered this high school was two or three years ago.

Uncle and aunt opened their eyes wide and got out of the taxi,

Entered the gates of this school.

As soon as they entered, they saw the white and glowing statues of ancient Greece.

Uncle couldn't help but praise,

"Ah, what an artistic statue."

The aunt is more conservative and direct.

"What bullshit art.

Is taking off your clothes art?

Foreigners are really perverted. ”

Looking at this school, Lu Mingfei gave birth to a long-lost cordiality.

He stayed here for half a year.

A little more than a semester to be exact.

But, after two years of not seeing, nothing seems to have changed.

Lu Mingfei walked towards the door.

He walked slowly, grinding in the fog.

He was a slow man by nature.

"Hurry up, what grade is this, it's too slow, who is your homeroom teacher?"

At the door, a bald guy shouted at Ming Fei.

That's their dean of teaching, Director Guo.

Walking in the door, Lu Mingfei looked at the gentleman.

Dean of Teaching, it's still the same old way.

There is no hair on the bare head, two eyes and a mouth, and the nose hangs in between.

The not-so-good-looking facial features are not very coordinated on the not-so-good-looking face.

This person doesn't look good at it horizontally and vertically

Speaking of which, Director Guo is the guardian of the Shilan campus.

In this gentleman's view, students should be focused on learning.

The rest are only qualified to do it if they study well.

Two years ago, he was still the director of teaching, and under his supervision, there was a man named Lu Mingfei, who actually dropped out of Shilan High School to learn to play games.

Shameful.

Very angry.

In this world, how can there be such people.

Studying, reading is the most important thing.

What a bright future can you have when playing games, a great future.

I saw the student staggering over.

The dean of education said angrily, "Slowly, slowly, let's go to class." ”

I didn't think about it, but the classmate over there said: "This gentleman, I am Lu Mingfei who went abroad to play interstellar in his first year of high school, and now I want to come back to study."

Can you please meet the principal? ”

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Lu Mingfei?

Oh, this kid is Lu Mingfei.

Good boy, you dare to come back.

The dean of education said angrily.

"This Shilan High School is a place where you can come and go whenever you want. The principal is someone you want to meet.

You're a champion now, why are you coming back?

When you left Shilan High School, how many people were behind that guy's back, saying that it was better to play games than to study.

Ultimately

There can be a few who can play games well. ”

Lu Mingfei listened to his words, with a black line on his face. He argued:

"I'm also winning glory for the country."

"Get out, get out.

You are not welcome in our school,

Our school is a place to teach and educate people, not a place for people like you.

Also, don't think that you can get a high school certificate by going to school for a few days, this certificate is the most important time in the life of our students.

It's not something that people like you can get by eating and waiting to die. ”

When Lu Mingfei left the school gate, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

The early morning fog has dissipated.

Shilan High School was all revealed.

After the vicissitudes of time, the school building is still as good as new, with two in the front and two in the back, with six floors.

After that, there is the school library and swimming pool.

Shilan High School's natatorium is not a face-saving project that students are not allowed to enter.

The school does not discriminate equally,

Students can go to the swimming pool as long as they wear swimsuits and swim trunks.

also treat everyone equally,

If you want to go to the library in your spare time, you can go inside by swiping your card.

Of course, Lu Mingfei hadn't been inside much.

He didn't have good swim trunks or books he wanted to read.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

This is the school morning exercise bell.

The otherwise silent school began its liveliness.

A familiar voice came from the playground.

"Uh-huh,

Everyone walked a little faster. ”

It was the urging of the dean.

Lu Mingfei outside the school looked at the fence and looked at the students inside.

The students of Shilan High School came out one after another to do morning exercises.

Groups of three or five, two or three in groups. They talked and laughed.

Until you walk to the playground and start standing in line.

"The third set of national broadcast gymnastics for middle school students,

The times are calling. ”

Separated by a fence,

Lu Mingfei felt that this era of summoning seemed to have missed him alone.

Listening to the solemn male voice on the radio,

One, two, three, four.

Five, six, seven, eight.

I watched the students at the back of the line jump like fish that were about to drown.

Ming Fei felt that they were all like pregnant girls, and they couldn't jump.

Nowadays, Ming Fei no longer seems to be a high school student.

He doesn't have to do morning exercises, and he doesn't have to read any textbooks.

But, some people just want to come back and have a look.

After a short time, the students finished their exercises and fled like birds.

Lu Mingfei saw his freshman classmate from outside the fence.

He saw:

Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao followed behind Chen Wenwen's ass with a stupid look, just like the eunuchs and servants in the Qing court drama followed their masters.

And Su Xiaoqiao was three or five meters apart, walking with a girl, looking at the two licking dogs, with a depressed and jealous face.

Zhao Menghua was on the side of Chen Wenwen a few meters apart.

On the other side of Zhao Menghua were Liu Miaomiao and a friend of hers.

Lu Mingfei watched them go up to the teaching building, and he could only look at it from the fence, but he just sighed: "It's really a group of innocent middle school students." ”

Soon, the playground returned to its calm.

Unlike the bustle in my memory, the school is quiet at this time.

There is not a single figure in the playground, corridors, or corridors.

Only one or two cats pass by occasionally.

Sometimes the sound of reading texts can be heard from the other side of the school building.

For some reason, Ming Fei felt:

This school is so lonely.

After that, Ming Fei stood in place whistling.

He took out the glittering postcard from his trouser pocket, and hesitated to call Mo Yan for help.

He couldn't pull his face down a little.

Long, long.

For a long time, for a long time.

。。。。。。

Five minutes later.

With a round belly like a headmaster hiding a football, the director of education with a nod and a smile appeared in front of Lu Mingfei with a smile on his face.

"Ah, my dear Lu Mingfei alumni, I have heard your request,

In view of your outstanding contribution to our school in our city,

The Principal welcomes you to further your studies at the school. ”

Then, the principal pulled Ming Fei aside, smiled kindly, and whispered tentatively: "I don't know, what is the relationship between you and the Li family of the Li family in this city." ”

"It doesn't matter."

"Haha, I don't know what else you could ask for."

"I want to go straight to the third year of high school and get a diploma. I just want to mess around. Lu Mingfei said truthfully.

"This," the headmaster thought for a moment, "as long as you don't delay our students' studies." ”

"That's nature."

"Eh, that old Guo, come here."

The principal began his representative speech.

"I've said it many times that our school is not just a place for good kids to study well.

It is also a stage for students' youth.

There should be no discrimination, and there should be no bias or reliance.

Dean of Studies, you should reflect on your habitual thinking that focuses on learning.

Think of the school as a place to teach and educate. ”

Lu Mingfei listened to the principal's mouth, and seemed to be pointing something, feeling as if he had said everything, and felt that he had said nothing.

Looking at the dean next to him and saying to the principal, yes, well, the principal was right.

Lu Mingfei looked at the two of them blankly, not knowing what kind of medicine they were selling in their gourds.

I only heard the principal say in the end: "Okay, okay, Lao Guo, you go back first." ”

After that, the principal looked at Ming Fei and said, "I have already criticized the dean of teaching, and I hope you can forgive what he did." ”

When Lu Mingfei heard this, he finally understood what he wanted to say.

"It's okay, it's okay, the teacher is just doing business.

No big deal. ”

"Ah, sir, what a high-spirited ......"