Rebirth and daily cultivation

The winter vacation in my memory always seems to be extremely short.

I didn't enjoy it for long, and it passed by in a hurry.

The eighteenth day of the first lunar month, that is, February 17, 2014.

Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School opens.

After dinner in the morning, Xue Yuantong sat on a small bench, tilting his head slightly, sighing, with a look of despair on his face.

Jiang Ning pinched the bun and looked at her. She had had this symptom since the past few days, the sighing syndrome before school started.

As the start of school gets closer and closer, the sighs become longer and longer.

"well."

Xue Yuantong took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "Jiang Ning, I don't want to go to school."

Jiang Ning: "..."

The issue of the start of school, like the whole world, cannot be solved.

With Xue Yuantong's grades, he would be allowed to skip evening self-study, but he would definitely still have to go to regular classes.

Moreover, Jiang Ning thinks that Xue Yuantong should be happy enough to go to school now, right?

No need to walk, no need to worry about hot or cold, there are snacks to eat, and studying is effortless.

With such good treatment, she can still be picky.

Jiang Ning was eating corn and saw that Xue Yuantong didn't move much, so he suggested:

"Whoever eats breakfast slowly today will wash the dishes."

Xue Yuantong immediately stopped sighing, grabbed the corn cob and started gnawing.

…

Grade 18, Grade 1.

With the new year and new atmosphere, some students put on handsome clothes.

Meng Gui, in particular, was wearing a long black down jacket with the hem almost reaching his shoes. With his sharp 10-centimetre hairstyle, he looked extremely slender.

Meng Gui usually sits in the third row from the bottom. Today, when school started, he ran to the last row to play.

Wang Longlong is watching Ma Shicheng play games. He is not only a spectator, but also a reconnaissance plane.

Pay attention to the surrounding situation for Ma Shicheng, avoid teachers and leaders such as class teachers and grade leaders, and clear obstacles for Ma Shicheng so that he can only play with his smartphone.

Wang Longlong looked at Meng Gui and said, "Hey, my brother Gui has grown taller?"

Meng Gui was happy because Wang Longlong said it from the bottom of his heart. He liked people praising him for growing taller.

Meng Gui took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

He scanned the surroundings with alert eyes, and after making sure no one was paying attention, he smoked a cigarette in a particularly awesome manner and put the cigarette into Wang Longlong's hand.

"Brother Long, eat cigarettes."

"Awesome, Brother Gui can smoke now?" Wang Longlong asked in surprise.

Meng Guidao said: "Shen Xu from Class 9 gave me one and I learned it. This year, I played cards with others during the Chinese New Year. I got good at smoking it. Not to mention, the taste of cigarettes is really good and it relieves my worries."

His face showed the maturity and vicissitudes of an adult.

"I finally understand why the cigarettes in Yucai Store are so popular."

The Yucai store at the school gate not only has a small black Internet cafe, but also sells loose cigarettes, ranging from one yuan to five liang, one yuan a piece, at various prices. Students often buy them, and it is always as if they are doing some kind of transaction.

Wang Longlong knew that the Yucai store not only sold cigarettes, but also sold betel nuts. He had a junior high school classmate who loved chewing betel nuts.

But Wang Longlong knew that those things were not good things, so he never came into contact with them.

He warned: "Brother Gui, does smoking harm your health?"

Meng Gui said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I'm in good health."

"Longlong, you should also learn to smoke. When you get older and enter the society, you can't avoid this thing. Learn it early so that you can interact with people when you enter the society." Meng Gui pointed out, as if he had experienced it.

"Oh, Brother Gui, I saw you had another cigarette in your cigarette case just now. Take that one out and give me the cigarette case." Wang Longlong said.

Naturally, Meng Gui would not refuse this small request. He took out his last cigarette and gave the cigarette case to Wang Longlong.

Wang Longlong took the cigarette case: "I'm telling you, Brother Gui, don't throw away the cigarette case after you finish smoking. The tinfoil inside is of great use!"

He took out the golden tin foil inside and divided it into two parts.

Demonstrating it in front of Meng Gui, "Brother Gui, look, fold it in half like this first."

Wang Longlong moved his hand: "Fold it in half like this again."

Meng Gui looked at it for a moment, wondering what Wang Longlong was going to do.

"so."

"If you keep doing this, hey, it's finally fine."

Wang Longlong held two gold ingots.

He handed the gold ingot to Meng Gui:

"Brother Gui, have you learned it?"

"From now on, you fold it yourself. Don't throw away the cigarette case every time you finish smoking. You will get two gold ingots every time."

"When you have advanced lung cancer, burn it for yourself. The most important thing is that you did it with your own hands. It feels so safe when you burn it!"

Wang Longlong looked expectant.

Meng Gui laughed angrily: "What the hell, are you kidding me!"

While the two were chatting, Cui Yu arrived. Cui Yu was wearing a light brown down jacket. He was extremely thin to begin with. The long horizontal strips of the down jacket were like the ribs on his body.

"Brother Cui, what's going on on your face? Why is there blood on your face? It's the first day of school, it's unlucky!" Wang Longlong was curious.

Cui Yu cursed: "It's so unlucky that he was scratched by that dog Miao Zhe. Damn it, look at how I will treat him today."

Wang Longlong was in awe. Cui Yu was the only one in the class who dared to provoke Miao Zhe.

After all, he was a ruthless person who dared to fight with Pang Jiao and Shen Xu from the outside class.

…

Miao Zhe walked to the class with a gloomy face. As soon as he entered the class, he saw his poor seat surrounded by Pang Jiao, Wang Yanyan and others, and he immediately felt instinctive nausea in his heart.

He felt that he was not here to go to school, but to visit the grave.

Miao Zhe squeezed into his seat with the intention of visiting the grave. He stood up awkwardly, wiped the stool and desk with paper, and then sat down.

Pang Jiao and Wang Yanyan were chatting, talking about fashion, beauty, celebrities, travel, handsome guys and other topics.

The conversation was very lively, with saliva flying back and forth, like two armies fighting.

Miao Zhe kept silent. He had been ostracized by Pang Jiao and the others for most of the semester. They ignored Miao Zhe at all and concentrated on talking about themselves.

As a result, Miao Zhe often came to class in the morning and went back to study in the evening without saying a word, like a ghost.

But Miao Zhe didn't care. A group of vulgar girls would never understand his greatness.

Moreover, he is accompanied by netizen Yun Ni, so he is not alone.

Miao Zhe took out the books from his schoolbag and placed them on the table. There were too many books and they seemed scattered on the desk. He hadn't started to sort them out yet, so the books accidentally occupied Pang Jiao's desk area.

Pang Jiao, who was chatting, reached out and pushed his book back in disgust.

Miao Zhe paused, but Pang Jiao's fingers were still as thick and hairy as ever.

He paused and continued to pack his books.

After cleaning up, Miao Zhe recalled Pang Jiao's rudeness and stinginess just now.

Miao Zhe couldn't hide the hatred in his heart, and the other party's invisible actions made him feel extremely insulted and hurt.

If there was a button that would kill Pang Jiao if pressed, Miao Zhe would definitely press it now!

It's a pity that there is no such button in the world.

Miao Zhe couldn't help but think of a time when he was in elementary school, and his deskmate was also a jerk. He often bullied him and asked him to borrow money in various ways. At that time, he didn't have sharp nails and couldn't fight him head-on.

So Miao Zhe secretly sprinkled pencil dust on his head while the other party was taking a nap. He felt that as long as he persisted day after day, the other party would die of lead poisoning sooner or later, and he would not be suspected.

Miao Zhe only felt that the plan was perfect.

Later he learned that there was no lead in the pencil.

Thinking back, Miao Zhe smiled and felt much better. Although Pang Jiao could disgust herself, she could no longer hurt herself. He was no longer the cowardly person he once was.

Moreover, it was a new semester and it was time to allocate seats. His grades were firmly in the top ten, far behind Pang Jiao and the others.

This time, he must choose a powerful position to get rid of them!

…

Since it was the first day of school, Jiang Ning arrived at class early today. When he arrived, Geng Lu was cleaning the table.

As if sensing something, Geng Lu raised her head and saw Jiang Ning.

"You've lost a little weight." Jiang Ning said, Geng's baby-fat face had lost some weight.

Geng Lu straightened her chest, feeling a little dizzy under her down jacket.

She said: "No?"

Jiang Ning: "It seems not."

"Here, I've finished wiping. Let me clean the table for you." Geng Lu held the rag and pretended to help him. She had always been like this when she sat in the back row at school.

"No, I'll do it myself." Jiang Ning took the rag from her hand, flicked it on the table twice, spread out her spiritual power, and finished cleaning the table.

At this moment, classmates from the class came in one after another.

Bai Yuxia became a little whiter, while Shan Kaiquan gained weight. The classmates talked about each other's changes, such as growing taller or becoming more handsome, etc.

Jiang Ning looked at this scene and found it interesting.

It seems that this scene will be rare to see in the future. Colleagues will rarely talk to you about these things, and few people will pay attention to you.

Moreover, after working and taking about a week of annual leave, there is no time for changes.

In the morning, after making sure that all the students in the class were here, class teacher Shan Qingrong said:

"The new semester has begun. Everyone should put their minds back as soon as possible and devote themselves to studying."

Encouragement words like that.

Finally, he said what the students were most looking forward to:

"The last class in the afternoon, I'll come over and assign seats."

"I heard some students feedback to me privately that their eyes were squinting after sitting in a corner for a long time."

Speaking of this, Shan Qingrong thought of Wang Longlong, who was the one who suggested it.

"After the seat changes are completed, I plan to move the seats of the classmates in half a month."

…

In the afternoon, half an hour before class.

Four people were sitting in the back row, Ma Shicheng was playing games, while Hu Jun and Wang Longlong were watching.

Guo Kunnan sat on his seat and looked at them, feeling a little envious.

I don’t know what’s wrong with Guo Kunnan recently. He suddenly can’t feel the fun of playing games anymore.

He took out his phone and swiped the screen, feeling bored for a while.

He turned off the screen, took out a bottle of spray, sprayed it on the screen, and wiped it clean with a tissue.

Looking at the bright screen without fingerprints, Guo Kunnan smiled with satisfaction.

His only pleasure now is to wipe the fingerprints on the screen of his mobile phone whenever he sees them.

Only in this way can Guo Kunnan feel a little happiness in the world.

After Guo Kunnan finished wiping the screen, he admired it and then put down the phone.

As a result, I accidentally caught a glimpse of Cui Yu sneaking towards the back row with his mobile phone.