Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

() If the autumn wind in November does not bring wind and rain, it will take away all the fallen leaves. The few camphor trees in front of the window are lush alone in this season of depression, and the green branches are covered with small seeds.

, leaving memories year after year alone on the campus in 1990, the only difference is the faces of the boys and girls.

The young man's body grew vigorously like a sapling in summer. Zhang Zhenyi found with some distress that he seemed to have fallen into a bottleneck. His height of just about 1.5 meters had no movement anymore. Some girls had even been covered by the silent passage of time.

past oneself.

He had forgotten that he was only eleven years old and there was still some time left in his birthday. The afternoon sun seemed to be getting darker and darker in the autumn. The coat on his body had changed in thickness unknowingly. Zhang Zhenyi was riding in that dazzling car.

The car was speeding all the way.

Thinking that the results of the mid-term exam would be announced today, the boy couldn't help but smile. Before the exam, his head teacher, Mr. Rao, repeatedly reminded him not to be thrown ten miles away by others before the first semester was over. It was him.

It doesn't matter, the teacher's face doesn't look good either. As the leader of the first class, he has to be among the top three in the grade.

In this era where everything is based on grades, young people are unable to resist the tide of the times. However, for Zhang Zhenyi, the knowledge in junior high school does not seem to be able to stop him from moving forward. He was extremely focused for the entire half semester, except for occasionally sleeping.

, look at the general history and write tadpole essays.

At this time, the young man had enough confidence to challenge the eyes of the world. That book would be hailed as the best-selling magic book in future generations. When a certain fragment of the original author still occasionally flashed in her mind, she had no idea.

In a distant eastern country, a magical boy who is about to celebrate his eleventh birthday has begun the final finishing work.

When the world's attention was later drawn to this masterpiece with Oriental characteristics written by an Oriental magical boy, the lady said to her daughter:

"Baby, do you know that when you were a child, your mother thought of that magical story. When your mother was about to tell it to the little baby, the magical Zhang from the East also thought of this story. He was smarter than your mother and imagined

More perfect."

"Brother Yi, you are here. Come on, hurry up, everyone applauds, Brother One is here!"

"Brother Yi, well done!"

"Zhang Zhenyi, you are so awesome!"

Just when the boy was about to enter the classroom through the back door, he found that the back door was locked by some bastard, so he had no choice but to move to the forefront of the position. Unexpectedly, this was a premeditated collective incident.

As soon as he stepped into the classroom, he heard Wang Minghao's unique broken voice. What the boy didn't expect was that the whole class actually applauded. The sparse applause was like thunder in an instant.

This attracted the teachers in the next classroom who were on duty for morning reading to come out and take a look.

"Are you crazy?"

The young man's words were as sharp as ever, and everyone burst into laughter. Miao Juanjuan, the study committee member of Class 1, suddenly stood up and read with a piece of paper:

"In the semester of 1990-91, the total score report of the experimental junior high school examination, Zhang Zhenyi, Class 101, ranked first in the first grade of junior high school, scored 120 in mathematics, 118 in English, 115 in Chinese, 98 in history, 89 in politics, and 100 in geography."

After finishing speaking, Sister Xiaofeng, probably Sister Xiaomiao, raised her head and suddenly shouted:

"Let us once again congratulate Zhang Zhenyi with warm applause for his outstanding achievements."

Suddenly the general applause thundered again, almost knocking off the roof of the classroom. This time the teacher from the next class couldn't bear it anymore and walked directly into the classroom of Class 1 to inquire about the situation. When he heard that it was Class 1

When the students of class 1 were celebrating that the squad leader of class 1 won the first place in the whole grade, they immediately walked away with a wry smile on their faces. Who let the students in their class fail to live up to expectations? Hey!

Everyone looked at the young man at the door, and Chen Peng, an activist in the class, suddenly suggested:

"Now, let's ask the monitor to give us a speech!"

The sparse applause once again merged into a warm torrent, and the young man cracked his mouth and smiled, "Hey, hey, hey! I came up right away, but the first sentence I spoke shocked everyone."

"Who deducted one extra point from me? Why am I not good at politics?"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone burst out laughing, but they were frightened. This score was actually too small. Lord Sleeping God was just extraordinary. Otherwise, how could he get such a perverted score?

"Zhang Zhenyi, come down here. It's morning reading time. What are you talking about when you run to the podium and don't go back to your seat to endorse it?"

Just when the young man coughed and reported the result of the battle, he suddenly heard a soft drink from the door. He was like a red-faced rooster stuck in the neck, and without saying a word, he was holding it in his stomach.

"oh!"

He muttered something as he walked off the stage.

"I'm not done yet!"

Unexpectedly, due to the appearance of Rao Wenjuan, the class suddenly fell into silence. Everyone heard these words clearly, and the smiles that had just been suppressed burst out, breaking down one roof after another again.

In that gray era, in that happy era, on this unforgettable morning, the students of the experimental junior high school were awakened by the noise again and again.

Rao Wenjuan looked at the young man in front of her, and suddenly felt a lot of emotions in her heart. This young man who had spent countless tricks and words on her to win the first class from the class teacher of the whole school did not let her down. She usually does things calmly and meticulously,

I did a great job in everything in the class, saving myself countless thoughts. This was even made fun of by several other teachers.

What's more important is that he is as good at studying as ever. He comes out on top in almost every quiz, and has occupied the top position in each subject for a long time, which makes the class's study atmosphere more competitive. In this midterm exam, I thought he would be the best.

It was a bit difficult to keep the first place in the school, but he didn't expect that he would win so easily, so naturally, as if he was born with it.

The three main subjects, Mathematics, Chinese and English, were 40 points ahead of the second-placed student. Adding in other scores, it was almost 100%. The difficulty of this test was not low. Most students were not ideal, but this guy

It was surprising that both big and small took the test and got two perfect scores.

"You guys should stop arguing now. All the teachers from other classes have come to talk to me, especially Wang Minghao. If you let me hear your voice again, I won't let you stand all morning."

With a bit of smile and a bit of excitement, Rao Wenjuan left the classroom. What was left behind was the depression of the young man, and the anguish of Fatty Wang.