"What kind of volume unit name is there for two catties of 4 degrees Celsius water?" asked chemistry teacher Huang Qiang angrily.

"Kilogram!" Liu Dayuan, the fastest, rushed to the road.

"Hey, hey, that's not right!" Mr. Huang smiled and didn't smile.

"Kilograms. Zhang Chunshu stood up and hesitated.

"Change the soup but not the medicine!Of course, it's still not right!" is another string of yin and yang weirdness.

The whole class didn't have the courage to answer, and was thinking nervously about the truth and falsehood, the third student slowly stood up, and a voice from the boy who had obviously not passed the voice change period that the whole class could hear clearly:

"Steam!"

"Yes, it's not right!" Huang Qiang wriggled his face in comment.

The class was silent, first stunned, and then suddenly realized, "haha", "hehe" all kinds of shocking strange laughter endlessly.

"Well, it was Feng Yi who saved everyone, this unit is very simple-liter......!"

After that, Mr. Huang Qiang said that Feng Yi didn't know what he said. He is 15 years old, he is less than 1.6 meters tall when he stands up, he is in the third year of junior high school, and many people who were shorter than him in the first year of junior high school are now taller than him. He sat down, bowed his head, his face flushed, and if there was a way under the table, he would have delved into it! But he could only shrink his head into the faded pale black crumpled cotton cloth garment on his body, but he could not retract it obviously. He hated himself, his classmates, and his teacher even more -- this little white-faced and thin-mouthed bachelor is strong: There is nothing wrong with you being a thin person, you are quite smart and talented, but why do you have a little white face! You are not wrong with your little white face, but why do you still have thin lips? You are not wrong with your thin lips, you are still stingy and make women suspicious, at least 25 years old, maybe 30 years old, you don't have a wife, you are perverted every day, you hurt me in class......

Fengyi is from the deep mountains, and his grandmother originally named him a windbreaker, but when he signed up for study, he could only write a bar, and it turned out to be called Fengyi. Because of his good grades, he won the first place in the town in the small exam, and Fengyi was directly admitted to the key middle school in Liuhe County to study in junior high school. Liuhe Middle School is the best middle school in the county, the college entrance examination is famous in the province, there was no junior high school here, but more than two years ago it may be that the leaders were hot-headed, and opened a junior high school to recruit two junior high school classes, of which the first class of junior high school still concentrates on the best students in the name of the Chinese experimental class. Feng Yi studied in the experimental class.

Fengyi's hometown is called Taigu, the village sits southwest to northeast, and the back mountain is like a green healthy horse, but it is a pity that it is like a grass with its head down. Although it is a deep mountain, the scenery is very beautiful, with patches of rice, lotus fields (the scenery is good, the yield is low), one or two fish ponds, three or five herds of cattle and sheep (but people are very poor, I don't know why). Mountains, not very high mountains, are all mountains that rise from the ground and are rarely connected, generous and delicate; valleys, in fact, are flat land, the surface is black land, but the deep strata are river sand (Feng Yi once dug a fish pond with his father and dug deep to find river sand, and there are many fossils of small fish, snails and mussels as small as little fingers in the gravel). His father said that during the Qing Dynasty, it was still a big river, and the entire flat land was almost a riverbed, with forests on both sides and tigers on the mountains. But now there are only two small rivers in the mountain village, which are more appropriate to be called streams, and they are still called rivers because they were formerly rivers: one from the west, and at the northwest corner of the village, half of which flows eastward into a small pool that is never dry but never full, and the other half of the river flows into the reservoir on the north side, which is the sea in the eyes of Xiao Fengyi, and the second small river comes from the south on the east side of the village, and flows into a deep bottomless hole in the northeast corner. The small pond is in the north, the hole is in the south, and the interval between them is a small hill shaped like a saddle, and these two water holes that do not know where to lead are like a pair of mysterious yin and yang fish eyes on the Taiji diagram, swallowing the river water for many years. In fact, Xiao Fengyi didn't know what Taiji Diagram was, he just thought that if the altitude of the Li River in Guilin was raised, it would definitely become a deep mountain like his hometown.

Feng Yi liked to listen to stories since he was a child, and one summer he sat on the stone slab with a group of children and listened to the old man tell a story, and he woke up in the middle of the night and was the only one lying on the stone slab, and everyone else, big and small, went home to sleep. After the old people finished telling the story, they liked to say: "Hey, there are many, many stories, very long, even a year and a half can't finish it!" An old man instructed him to try his luck at a cultural station in a small town eight miles away, where there were so many books that the old man in charge of the books might lend to him. That year, Xiaofeng was more than ten years old, in the third grade of primary school, bravely entered the cultural station, and did not have a library card, just because the old man of the administrator saw that he had a good character, so he lent him books. Since then, he has become the youngest novel fan in the town who reads with a tome in his hand. The first book is "Romance of the Gods", followed by "Journey to the West", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness", "Little Five Righteousness", "Continuation of Little Five Righteousness", "The Complete Biography of the Flying Dragon", ...... The high school students in the village don't know how to read novels, they will only carry the red flag and line up to go to school, and spend most of their time picking up pigs and vegetables and herding cattle every day.

There are only two major subjects in primary school, Chinese and mathematics, so it is a good time to read novels. In the town culture station, almost all the books on warfare in the era of cold weapons were read by the wind (he never borrowed books on modern guns and wars to read), and he gave up this way of reading books to his brother and came to Liuhe Middle School, which had more books. The grades are good, the people are smart, but there may be two or three vague words in a sentence, and Feng Yi is always laughed at. But who can be blamed for this joke, the elementary school teacher? Without those teachers, he would not have been able to come to this big town to study! He secretly vowed to learn Mandarin well, and to become a teacher himself in the future, thus stopping the vicious circle in the mountain villages.

Feng Yi loves to read novels, he uses the strength of Tong Brother Zhou's hard study to read novels, under the street lamp in the toilet, under the glimmer of the flashlight in the bed, it is his hard-working figure. He also likes to read villain books, and someone in the town's bazaar rents villain books, and he pays two cents for a copy after reading them. At noon that day, he looked at the villain book, his brother gave him 30 catties of rice for food by bicycle, put the car next to read the villain book together, when they woke up from reading the book, the rubber rope tied to the rice on the car was cut, and the 30 catties of rice disappeared. This incident made his classmates laugh at him for decades.

The most embarrassing thing for Feng Yi is that when he slept on the top bunk in the first year of junior high school, once when he fell asleep, he dreamed of going to the toilet to urinate, and he shot happily, but he was woken up by the classmates in the lower bunk. Without this, who can know the value of the film! Fengyi, definitely not on purpose!

There are six major subjects in junior secondary school: Chinese, Mathematics, English, Politics, Physics and Chemistry. Feng Yi was great at every class, except, of course, English and politics, because he was too lazy to memorize those useless things. He was very stable in those four subjects, with a full score of 100 and he was always over 70 and below 90, and he was also 70 or 80 points when his classmates in the class were better than him, and he was still 780 points when others were worse than him and scored more than 90 points. He never handed in the science exam in advance, and he rarely finished the exam paper, because he was very unfamiliar with all kinds of questions, he read novels when others did exercises in self-study classes, and even if the exam was a sample question, he had to calculate it head-on. However, Feng Yi's hit rate is quite high, and he can go to buy Heizhuang ** Cai! There was a physics exam where he only did 80 points, and he was all right, and that time the exam was very difficult, there were only three people in the whole grade in the eighties, and that time he became famous at home and abroad in junior high school!

"We're about to graduate, and we're all elated when we think about it. However, the day of the high school entrance examination is approaching, and the end of our junior high school life is coming. In the middle of summer, I had to go home once in a while, but I hated that I was busy reviewing my weakest and useless English all day, and I endured it, and I couldn't bear it, and I ran out of the village. ...... Looking out of the toilet through the small hole the size of a cow's mouth, the countryside in summer is so beautiful and charming. The seedlings have been tasseled, and their eyes seem to be heavy. I can't help but wonder, where is my family's rice field? I wonder if our family's hope for a bumper harvest will be sent to next year......" The Chinese teacher was reading an essay, and at this point, there was a lot of discussion in the class.

"Toilet writer!"

"What a Yaxing!"

"The rice flowers are so fragrant!

......

Feng Yi blushed, this is his composition, and he will accept the "congratulations" from his classmates during the recess after class.