Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

() Since the Spring Festival of 1990, Zhang Zhenyi is no longer a nine-year-old boy, but a nine-year-old child genius. Although this is just a self-proclaimed name, among the entire Liu family

It seems that this is obviously a star of hope worthy of the joint efforts of three generations.

"Zhang Zhenyi, what are you doing? Don't be distracted in class."

Lao Duan rudely brought the wandering boy back to reality. This was a scene that would appear from time to time in Bai Xiao’s fourth-grade classroom in 1990. Due to Zhang Zhenyi’s evil behavior, even though he was called out several times

, but Lao Duan was extra gracious to let him go? Well, Yang Pingping is looking at you over there, take a quick look."

The young man's heart was like a restless drumbeat, silent and overflowing for a long time. The girl's dark eyes were dotted with stars. Zhang Zhen only glanced at it slightly, smiled and then continued to immerse himself in concentration. Chai Qiang didn't know that boy.

Since when, he has started to take pride in himself. Maybe it's because of Bian Bian's greatness, or maybe it's because of his monster-like results, but in short, he doesn't think it's his "domineering spirit".

If someone could take a look at what the boy put under his primary school Chinese textbook, he would find that it was a terrifying thing. It was filled with English letters that were so densely packed with tadpole writing that it was completely unclear. The proficient grammar and the huge

Vocabulary, and being a weird reader.s》

This original book called "The Lord of the Rings" was found by Zhang Zhenyi in his uncle's book collection. Perhaps he could not understand the clarity of it, or perhaps it was because it was a gift from someone else. There was only a name and a paragraph on it.

There was no trace other than the gift of the book. Perhaps Liu Sirui would not have expected that this terrifying book of his would fall into the hands of his little nephew.

Zhang Zhenyi still remembered that he had read this original book several times in his previous life, and could even recite some of the extremely classic language in it. He did not expect that he would encounter this book when he was a boy in another world, but the strange thing was that he had read it in his previous life.

But he didn't find it, maybe he found it but wasn't interested, but now he has it in his pocket.

In fact, Zhang Zhen thought a lot the moment he saw this book. This book was later remade into a movie, which had a great impact. Both the book and the movie are very famous works. He was able to come into contact with this book in such an era.

This work can be said to be a natural cover, as geniuses always have extraordinary experiences.

"Harry Potter"

This is the original English book that left the deepest impression on Zhang Zhenyi's mind. There is always some dreamy innocence in a boy's dream, and the appearance of this book just makes up for the shortcomings in the fantasy. I have read it more than a dozen times.

In the original work, the young man had already built his own magical world in his heart, and this was the beginning of his struggle.

(Note: In the book, the publication of "Harry Potter" will be delayed for several years. After all, in reality, Ms. Rowling had already begun to conceive of this book in the 1990s, so it is considered to be a few years later.

Please show mercy, after all, this is an offense to the original work.)

"Poor Ms. Rowling, I don't know if you would go to court and sue me if you knew I was thinking about picking up the leaks now. But you British people have occupied Hong Kong for so long. You won't lose much if you take advantage now.

I will definitely ask you to be a consultant when the time comes, and I won’t let you be so poor."

Little did he know that the corner of the young man's mouth had revealed an extremely evil expression. What was even more painful was that at this moment, Old Duan was standing in front of the young man with an angry look on his face.

"Snapped!"

A loud noise suddenly woke Zhang Zhenyi from his dream.

"Who? get out of class is over?"

"Hahaha---"

The sudden burst of laughter made the young man realize that he might have cheated his father. His strong heart was now fully revealed. The young man slowly opened his slightly closed eyes and looked at the old man in front of him with an indifferent expression, with a trace of pain on his face.

With a look on his face, he said softly:

"Teacher Duan, actually, I didn't stop your class, but I thought it was too boring, so I read an extracurricular book and happened to see an interesting passage, so I didn't hear your cry."

The innocent eyes, bright eyes and white teeth, and helpless expression caught Lao Duan off guard in an instant. He then thought that the boy in front of him was indeed no ordinary child. At least, who had ever seen a student who could easily get full marks in Chinese?

He also wrote a word that was even better than his own, and then the anger in his heart instantly dissipated from the edge of eruption.

"Extracurricular books? Show them to me and let me see what extracurricular books you are reading!"

"Here!"

Yeah, it's so heavy. Suddenly I felt my hands sink, and then a strange book with a black cover and full of tadpole writing fell into my hands. It was at least seven or eight centimeters thick, which made my heart skip a beat. Such a thick book,

It turned out to be what a nine-year-old fourth-grade primary school student called an "extracurricular book", and it seemed to be in English. Could it be that today is April Fool's Day? In fact, Lao Duan still doesn't know what April Fool's Day is.

"This - this is the extracurricular book you are talking about? A masterpiece in English?"

"---"

Just like a fuse, Lao Duan's question spread all around in an instant, and the raging fire quickly ignited the fourth-grade classroom. Whispers and questions filled it, and it suddenly fell into panic. Bai Xiaoxiao in the 1990s

, there is not even an English teacher. English, which is just something heard and heard, is now vividly presented before our eyes.

"Did I hear wrongly? Does Zhang Zhenyi know English?"

"Wow, is Zhang Zhenyi a monster? How come he can even speak English? No wonder he got 100% on the test!"

"What is English? What is English? Why don't I know there is such a thing? Hey, Chai Qiang, do you know what English is?"

"Nonsense, of course I know it. I also know that apples are called 'grandma' and bananas are called 'bu nainai' in English. This is what my sister told me. My sister has learned English since she was in the second grade of junior high school. She is amazing!"

Lao Duan was immediately speechless. Is his student a monster or a genius? When all his thoughts were still on the same spot, he realized that the facts were far beyond his expectations. More than ten years later, Lao Duan often

I lament that geniuses are always different from others. Even when a genius is a child, he is a good horse that others cannot catch up with.

"Put the books away and read them after class. No matter how smart you are, you still have to listen in class. This is not only responsible for yourself, but also respect for the teacher."

Hearing this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth and he nodded. He did not expect that the always harsh old Duan would have such a kind side. The wind blew on his face, the chill went away, and the warm sunshine poured in without hesitation.

In every corner, the villagers of Batou Village work day after day and year after year in the Happy Valley where they have lived for generations. The white sky is still so blue, and the clouds are floating by.

My heart was still, and I looked out the window at the grass growing strong after the ground was broken. My thoughts had already flown far away.

"Zhang Zhenyi, do you really know English? Where did you learn it?"

Looking at the small piece of paper with a faint fragrance in his hand, and the delicate and tender self, Zhang Zhenyi's heart moved, and he looked towards the girl, only to see that she turned her head to avoid his gaze. The girl's heart was always

It's so hard to guess, I'm embarrassed.

"Yes, I can, teach myself!"

There were seven bold and powerful block letters left behind the delicate handwriting, which returned to the owner's hands along the direction from which the letter came.

"Actually, I'm really low-key."