"Okay, then I'll go first."

Zhang Siwu said.

……

can be regarded as staying up until the next day, after eating early in the morning and exercising, Bao Guowei is about to go out with a pair of dark circles, yesterday he and Zhang Siwu talked about a lot of things, and it can be regarded as contacting and contacting feelings, in short, they talked until midnight, and they were bitten by mosquitoes a lot.

"Guowei, why don't I send you there?"

Lao Bao is still a little worried that Bao Guowei will go to the school alone, although he knows that this son has grown up, but in his heart Bao Guowei is still a child, not to mention that Bao Guowei was screaming when he slept yesterday......

"No need! Dad, don't forget to buy me Si Dangkang! Guo Chun: They all use this! ”

Bao Guowei showed a bright smile to his father, put on his schoolbag and left, and Lao Bao stood at the gate of the courtyard in a daze and watched the back of Bao Guowei leaving.

Now it's only about half past seven, after all, it's autumn, the sky is just a little bright, the faint sunlight is sprinkled, not at all spicy, not warm, just like a layer of glowing light veil for the city.

It was still raining last night, and the air was scented with earth, and there were a lot of fallen leaves on the ground, as well as people's footprints and tire prints on the wheels.

Bao Guowei carried a schoolbag and trotted on the road, the provincial middle school is not too far away, if you trot it only takes half an hour to arrive, you can still exercise while rushing to school.

There are many pedestrians on the streets, small vendors are shouting, some sweepers are clearing the roads, rickshaws are out early, and early in the morning there are government soldiers patrolling with long guns, but some still carry short guns.

Some people on the street open their doors and splash water outside, and then close the doors, sometimes causing scolding when the water splashes on people.

When you pass by some people's homes, you will hear the sound of a quarrel, or the cry of a baby or a barking dog.

There were children playing on the road, and at this time they could still hear the sound of chickens, probably because the chicken was asleep.

There are also some storytellers on the street who gather in a circle, and there are audiences around to make friends, and you can even see singing opera when you pass by the stage.

On the surface, at least, it was a scene of prosperity and peace.

"Smack!"

A mosquito was slapped off by Bao Guowei, he squatted down, looked at the mosquito carefully, obviously took a "heavy snap", a few long feet were still shaking and soothing, and he definitely couldn't fly, but he didn't know if he was dead or not, maybe it was just firing nerves that were working.

The closer to the west of the city, the trees beside the road become denser and greener, and the fallen leaves are increasing.

Sometimes when you step on the soft mud ground, you will make a "chirp" sound when you lift your feet.

On the road, I can see some people who also come to school with schoolbags, probably students from provincial middle schools, and I want to come to school today for the senior grades, otherwise how can there be so many people on this street, some of them still have luggage, and they want to be senior boarding students who have come back from vacation.

Of course, some students came in rickshaws, and even some people drove classic cars to deliver them, and I don't know which bigwig's children they were.

The early reading class of the provincial middle school is not as anti-human as that of later generations, and students are required to come to the morning reading at half past five at every turn, and according to the morning reading schedule sent yesterday, as long as they arrive before 8:20.

In this era, transportation was not developed, and for students who were a little farther away from home, it might take an hour to get there, and for more than an hour, even if their home lived in the city, most of them had to live on campus.

Bao Guowei brought the clock and looked at the time, it was only 7:50, so Bao Guowei was not in a hurry, but enjoyed the autumn rain, smelled the fresh air, and observed the flying insects, and his mood became more and more comfortable.

The closer you get to the provincial middle school, the more students there are, and it seems that today is indeed the day of the start of the senior year, otherwise how could there be these students at the door.

If you want to enter the school, you have to show your student ID, which is the one that was printed halfway after the photo was taken yesterday.

There is more humanistic atmosphere in the school, especially most of the students wear tunics or suits, female students also wear some gorgeous Japanese skirts or modified cheongsam, of course, the most eye-catching and simple is the dark blue student cheongsam button gown.

Walking so far is a bit like a world away, the west of the city is very different from the south of the city, and the inside and outside of the school are very different, whether it is from the scenery, humanities and two aspects, it seems to be two worlds.

Bao Guowei walked directly from the west side road, he was already somewhat familiar with this place, passing by a few book kiosks, walking through rockeries and lakes, stepping on dead leaves falling from trees along the way, and crossing a cobblestone road, and came to the front of the No. 1 teaching building.

Before he walked into the teaching building, he could hear the buzzing sound of reading, and Bao Guowei felt a little bad in his heart, this scene was always a little familiar.

Entering the class, Bao Guowei found that everyone was basically here, he had counted yesterday, there were thirty-six students in the class, and when he glanced over, there were probably only three or four students who did not come, and the seats were empty.

The students were all standing in their seats, and the classroom was filled with the sound of reading, and it seemed that most of them were reading Mandarin, and some were still reading English, and they didn't know if they could understand it.

As for Mr. Shen, with his hands behind his back, he was shuttling between the students, his glasses revealing a cold cold light, and his head as smooth as a potato was shuttling through the crowd.

Looking at this somewhat familiar scene, Bao Guowei felt as if he had returned to nearly a hundred years later, and he had become an ordinary student again.

"Buns! Buns are coming! ”

Before entering the door, some students had already noticed Bao Guowei, so someone shouted excitedly.

The classroom, which was originally full of reading sounds, was suddenly faintly mixed with the exclamations of "Baozi" and "Bao Guowei is here".

Although it has only been one day of school, Bao Guowei's reputation can now be said to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the fourth class of the year, the real man of the hour, the reading sound of the whole classroom has suddenly become quieter, and many students turned their heads to look at Bao Guowei.

"What for! Do! Read to me! ”

Mr. Shen stood in the hallway on the right side of the classroom and shouted, his face stern.

Although in the end, the students were all exempted from the punishment, but yesterday Mr. Shen's prestige was not without achievements, and the students had to turn their heads to the book and continue reading.

Mr. Shen stretched out his hand to Bao Guowei and pounced twice, motioning for him to come in.

Bao Guowei felt a little embarrassed, and quickly ran to his seat, only to see Guo Chun, who was at the same table, and Chen Jinhua, who was next to him, both holding books, shaky and sleepy, and he didn't know what he was doing last night.

Especially Chen Jinhua, who is obviously a resident student, how can he be sleepy? It looks sluggish, isn't it......