Guo Chun stretched out his hand and said politely. Some of them have short beards, more like stubble, and they look a little bit in gray suits.

There were a few friends around him, and as soon as Guo Chun spoke, those people also looked at Bao Guowei.

"My name is Bao Guowei, this seat is very good, I can see the scenery outside the window, I will sit here, I am very happy to be at the same table with you."

Bao Guowei also stretched out his hand and shook it with him.

"Okay, brother. You have a good suit, a black jacket and a white lining, the most popular color scheme in the UK, are you a day student or a boarding student? ”

"If you go to school, my family lives in Gusu."

"Day study, I too, I live in Gusu City, but I am not with my parents, there is a house of my own, I have time to take you to my house to play."

Guo Chun noticed that Bao Guowei's arm was a little strong, and stretched out his hand and gently pinched it.

"Bao Guowei, your arms are a little thick, you usually don't exercise less, right?"

After exercising these days, Bao Guowei's arms are indeed much thicker than those of his peers. For ordinary people, one month is enough time to squeeze out the effect of the fitness novice welfare period, during which the improvement of the body is visible to the naked eye.

"Occasionally, I will exercise by myself, run and box, and practice blindly."

"You're in such good health, do you want to try playing basketball? I'm the captain of the school's varsity team, the Himalayan basketball team, and if you play well, I'll let you join the team. ”

"Hehe, it depends, I haven't played much before, and I don't know how well I can play, so if I play well, I will join."

Bao Guowei will not refuse, he has nothing important to do for the time being, and it is a good thing to make friends with these children of dignitaries.

"Okay, Bao Guowei, you must come and try, our Himalayan team lacks an agile center, this group of people except for Ponsir, they don't usually exercise much, and they play too much."

After that, Guo Chun chatted with his friends again.

Bao Guowei took out all the things in the bag: water cups, scratch paper, brushes, ink, pencils, etc., and as for those books, he still had to take them back, and the school would send new new textbooks, and these old elementary school textbooks would not be used.

Of course, you can also leave a few novels for no pastime.

"Guo Chun, I heard that you ...... with Song Jiaxuan"

"Hey, Gong Deming, don't talk about it in the school, but seriously, damn, I spent five hundred yuan to get this thing done, and it took me a long time to get the money from my dad, and I feel at ease when the money arrives."

The man named Gong Deming was wearing a tan tunic and a white plush scarf wrapped around his neck.

"Five hundred yuan, damn, it seems to be true."

"Gong Deming, you just talk about Guo Chun, you don't do those things less."

"Ponsir, didn't you say that you won't talk about it in the academy?"

“……”

Looking at the familiar appearance of these people, it is obvious that they are all repeaters, or the kind of people who can't even advance to the first grade of middle school.

There is also a person wearing ordinary cotton clothes next to Guo Chun, who looks ordinary, his eyes, nose and mouth are not outstanding, his pants are a little shabby, and his shoes don't need to look to know that they are old cloth shoes.

He just watched these well-dressed people talk, couldn't interject, and no one paid attention to him when he occasionally said a few words, it seemed that he wanted to fit in with the upper circle, but no one was willing to accept him.

As time went on, the classroom became more and more lively, but most of the students had not made friends for the time being, and just sat quietly in their seats and read the books they had brought home.

According to Bao Guowei's visual inspection, there are only about 30 seats in a class, which means that there are only more than 30 people in a class, which is far less terrifying than the 60 or 70 people in a class in later generations, or even 70 or 80 people.

Another gentleman with glasses came to the classroom, and he walked to the podium to sort out some papers. He looked less than 1.7 meters tall, and he looked like he was about forty or fifty years old, but he couldn't see a single gray hair, because his hair was already bare.

As soon as he came, Guo Chun and the others stopped gathering together, and stayed in their seats honestly, and some of them turned around and left the classroom, it seemed that they were not from this class.

Bao Guowei sat in the northwest corner of the classroom, no one on the left, Guo Chun on the right, and Guo Chun on the right was the student who was dressed ordinarily and even a little shabby.

After a few more minutes, when the seats were almost full, the bald gentleman with glasses clapped his hands before speaking:

"Everyone, be quiet, what about me, my surname is Shen, you can call me Mr. Shen, I will be your homeroom teacher in the future, or your Mr. Arithmetic."

No wonder he was bald at a young age, it turned out that he was teaching arithmetic, Bao Guowei thought to himself.

"What about the people, it's almost here, the girls stay, the boys all go to the academic affairs office with me, move the books, don't complain, it's not that the school doesn't spend money to hire someone to help you move the books, but the students in our new-style school have to do it themselves, and they have enough food and clothing."

This is a tradition, and later schools have always had the practice of letting male students carry books, and it seems that this will become an intangible cultural heritage that has been passed down for a long time.

After Mr. Shen finished speaking, he went out, and a group of boys also went out to help carry the books.

Guo Chun patted Bao Guowei on the shoulder.

"Bao Guowei, let's move books together?"

"Okay, let's go."

Bao Guowei and Guo Chun got up and went out together through the back door.

"Guo Chun, I'll go with you too."

It was the man in an ordinary cotton coat and old trousers, and he followed.

He was wearing an old cloth shoe with a yellowish turn on his feet, and he looked a little deformed.

Guo Chun ignored him and just talked to Bao Guowei.

"Bao Guowei, let me tell you, the surname Shen is very strict, don't look at him now that he is easy to talk to, he loses his temper at every turn in class, likes to pump people to answer questions, and if he can't answer, he will be punished, and the students he has brought have not been annoyed by him and afraid of him, this time it was miserable to meet him as a class teacher."

Because Mr. Shen was not far ahead, Guo Chun just whispered, afraid that he would hear it.

"Really?"

Bao Guowei doesn't care too much, what can middle school arithmetic teach? I'm afraid it's nothing more than equations, functions, derivatives, geometry, etc., which shouldn't be difficult.

"Really, can I not know if I repeat a grade, and what is taught in this new-style school is not called arithmetic, it is English, English is tired, there are no numbers in a question, it is all letters, and what is Alpha, Beta, just like painting."

"Well, after all, it's a new-style school, and a little Western is what it should be."

Bao Guowei knew how bad Guo Chun's arithmetic level was.

Seeing that Bao Guowei didn't talk much, Guo Chun turned his head and said to the man in cotton clothes:

"Chen Jinhua, you said yes."

Chen Jinhua was silently following Bao Guowei and the others, but when he saw Guo Chun asking him, he suddenly seemed very happy:

"Mmmmmm, yes, the guy surnamed Shen is not a good person, it's too strict, we're really unlucky to be on him."

Chen Jinhua may have been a little excited, and his voice was a little loud, so that the people around him could hear it and look at him.

Only then did he react, hurriedly covered his mouth, and secretly looked at Mr. Shen, who was walking in front, for fear that he would hear what he said.