Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

() As a shout rang out, the same Chinese teaching voice sounded in the classroom. Lao Duan seemed not to realize that the rhythm remained unchanged in the next ten years of his life. Only Zhang Zhenyi, who was in the classroom, understood that

The spitting old Duan will be eliminated from the school to the last team in the near future.

Taking advantage of the moment when Lao Duan turned around, the young man looked around. He was still as he remembered, sitting under the wall in the last row. The small saplings by the window had not yet grown into the towering trees that they later became, and he was scratched by chalk.

The sound on the blackboard was still clearer than the whispers in the classroom. On a table in the first row, three little girls were still crowded together.

In my memory, these three little girls turned out to be very successful. One was admitted to the Northern University of Technology, one was admitted to a well-known university in the south, and one even went to study abroad. No one knew that these three were crowded into the same school every semester.

The little girl on the table will become the pride of the entire elementary school.

"Hey, you are so awesome. You finished copying all the homework in such a short time, awesome."

The wretched voice of his deskmate reached his ears, and Zhang Zhenyi seemed a little helpless. He is really awesome. If someone can travel back to the past, who else can be awesome? But this time, the cow really took advantage of you.

Without the kid paying attention, the young man, like a stroke of genius, safely delivered the exercise book that had completed its sacred mission to its destination.

Seeing that he didn't seem to want to talk to her, Chai Qiang was a little bored, and then continued to hold the little book in his hand and started to chew it. Zhang Zhen took a small look out of the corner of his eye and realized that the book was actually him.

The gourd brothers, the terrible childhood, and the terrible memories that I thought about day and night are now sinking into the deepest part of the young man's mind.

"I don't know how long such a school career will last. According to the current situation, it is impossible for me to escape from such a group life."

Zhang Zhenyi doesn't want to shock the world. No matter how talented he is, his age is such that if a nine-year-old child does something shocking, he is either a monster or a beast in this era. But fortunately, he has a condition that others cannot compare with, that is, his youth

Being left behind has always been painful in the young man's heart, but now it is a unique advantage.

What could I do in my nineteenth year? This is what Zhang Zhenyi thought about all night. There were no stocks, no Internet, no movies and music, but then he realized that what he should do most was to spend his aimless and boring childhood.

Here, do what a young genius should do, that is, read books. There are always various miracles in the books to explain all the miraculous things about yourself.

Unknowingly, the whole morning's class time had slipped through my fingers, leaving no trace behind. The only thing clearly visible was the thick layer of chalk dust quietly accumulated in the corner below the blackboard.

The October sky, the golden years, and the harvest season always pass by unknowingly. Before Zhang Zhenyi could even think about his thoughts in detail, he was pulled back to the real world by Xiao Wang's chalk head.

"Zhang Zhenyi, what are you thinking about? Don't be distracted in class. Come up and do this question again, and the people below will do it again on the draft. I won't knock a hole in your head!"

The cruel little Wang Zhongyu showed his sharp fangs as always, cruelly carving an indelible mark on the hearts of young girls.

Zhang Zhenyi slightly shook his wrist that was sore from writing, stuffed the paper on the table into the innermost layer of his schoolbag, and then stepped towards the execution ground on the podium, like a strong man, without any unparalleled grace that will never be returned.

, but it was a stunning moment in my youth.

Little did he know that the moment he turned around, there was still half a piece of unfinished typewriting left on the table. It was very different from the young man's past handwriting, but it still made it indistinguishable for people to know that this was a piece of shocking writing that had just been released.

work.

"Hmm? Could it be that this guy Zhang Zhenyi wrote this?"

Mrs. Wang's eyes narrowed slightly, and she was stunned. Then she looked up at the thin young boy on the blackboard, and then looked at the paper in her hand. She saw the powerful and powerful writing on it, which was as sharp as a sharp knife, piercing her eyes.

This is clearly a fine calligraphy copybook.

“Young men don’t know what it’s like to be sad, and they can only relieve their worries by sleeping!”

The correct font is written with grammar that makes people shake their heads. It is both elegant and frightening.

"Chai Qiang, is this what Zhang Zhenyi wrote just now?"

"Ah? Yes - yes, it was written by Zhang Zhenyi, Teacher Wang. I just saw him writing it. He also wrote a few pieces of paper in the morning. I don't know where he threw it."

Chai Qiang's words surprised Mrs. Wang. In her teaching career, she had never met a student who could write such a beautiful handwriting, let alone a kid who was only in fourth grade. Even she couldn't write it herself.

It's really strange that this guy has never written such a beautiful handwriting before.

Shaking his head to clear away the melancholy, he looked up at the young man in front of the teacher. He saw that under the three-meter-long blackboard, more than half of the space had been filled with the young man's ridiculously beautiful Arabic numerals, full of additions and subtractions.

The symbols for multiplication and division, the perfect steps, the perfect handwriting, plus the perfect answers, textbook-like answers, immediately shocked Mrs. Wang.

A mixed operation that was too complex for students of this age was transformed into beautiful characters under the young man's pen. With a stroke of genius, the genius boy, the young Hua Luogeng, each and every weird idea suddenly appeared in Mrs. Wang's mind.

's mind.

"Did I misjudge this guy before? This guy doesn't look like he's a scholar. Why did he suddenly become confused and I can't see clearly?"

In fact, not only Mrs. Wang, but also all the boys and girls in the classroom forgot about the pencil in their hands and looked at the thin and short boy on the podium with wide eyes.

The multi-layer cloth shoes with soles and a pair of gray trousers that were changed from large to small don't look like a radiant light, but they are intoxicating.

"Look, what Zhang Zhenyi did is exactly the same as what is in this book!"

A little loli's yelp suddenly erupted in the classroom. It turned out that this little loli actually had an old version of a primary school reference book in her hand. The detailed answer to this question was shockingly written on it. The girl's unwilling childishness was instantly revealed.

Then he gave an answer that seemed to be infinitely close to the truth, and immediately there was a lot of discussion in the classroom.

"Zhang Zhenyi, have you read this question?"

Mrs. Wang was also a little unsure whether the young man in front of her was a flash in the pan or a sudden inspiration. The uncertain questioning tone made Zhang Zhen a little angry for a moment, but then she seemed a little unconcerned. Why should she yell at a few children at her age?

He nodded slightly towards Mrs. Wang, then walked down the stage silently, leaving behind a lot of hooting sounds and big question marks all over the floor. During the subsequent explanation, Mrs. Wang seemed a little absent-minded.

He hastily ended the afternoon class and asked the students in the classroom to start their self-study time.

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