Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

　　 Seeing what Xiao Zhijie looks like now, Feng Yiping was full of joy, but at the same time he wanted to laugh. At this time, Xiao Zhijie didn't seem to have a shrewd look in his later honesty, a completely obese boy.

　　 Before lunch, the farthest classmates had already checked in, and 52 classmates packed the classroom. Across the aisle, Feng Yiping still sits on the left hand side of Huang Jingping, a girl with short hair and round face, wearing a white shirt with a lotus leaf collar, a black pleated skirt over the knees, and a pair of white sandals.

　　 Feng Yiping glanced at him without a trace. This is the girl he admired when he first started. In a flash, he felt like he was very dirty again. That was a 13-year-old girl!

　　 In the immature body and the mature soul, there will always be such conflicts.

　　Wang Yumin first introduced himself, and then switched to learning. He talked about the prospects of studying well, and also talked about the difference between junior high school and elementary school. This is her first time as a class teacher, and if there is no accident, she will take this class until she graduates from junior high school. Therefore, these remarks have been written out after a lot of hard work these days.

　　 Next, she directly appointed the class leader, and a male classmate from the town was appointed as the class leader. A tall man who was obviously a few years older than his classmates was appointed as a life committee member. A tall and thin student named Tang was a sports committee member..., the girl at the same table with Xiao Zhijie was a study committee member, Feng Yiping I knew that it was the daughter of a vice-principal. His female classmate against the wall, Wen Hong, was a committee member of literature and art.

　　 After deciding on the cadres, Wang Yumin took the students to settle in the bedroom.

　　 Mentioned the dormitory, Feng Yiping only thought about this problem. He couldn't help having a toothache and forgot to get up. Wen Hong stood up with a black travel bag, Feng Wen also got up with his luggage and prepared to go outside. In fact, he was facing backwards, leaning against Wen Hong's body-this kid was precocious, Wen Hong lifted the bag in his hand, He banged forward and hit Feng Wen's back, "What's the matter? Get out if you don't leave!"

　　 Feng Wen grinned and pushed Feng Yiping like everyone else, "Hey, go, go to the bedroom."

Feng Yiping came back to his senses. The distance between the front and rear rows was very narrow. The person sitting there, the back and the back row, there might still be a gap with the size of a fist. Neither can get out.

　　 He got up quickly and stepped aside, "Oh, I'm sorry," he said to the somewhat sullen Wen Hong.

When he took his luggage from the desk, he heard Huang Jingping and her deskmate next door sorting their luggage while whispering, there were vague words like "silly" and "stay", as well as chuckles. With luggage in his arm, he showed 8 teeth with a simple face, he smiled at them very standardly, but embarrassed them.

　　 In the four classrooms on the right side of the school, there are two classes in the second grade, plus the third class in the first grade, occupying three rooms. The one vacated at the back is also used as a dormitory, housing third-grade boys.

There are six large dormitories in the dormitory on Poshang. The two on the leftmost dormitory houses girls from the whole school. The remaining four rooms contain more than 200 boys in grades one and two.

　　 Feng Yiping inspected it visually, and one room was about half the size of the first house he bought later, which was about 40 to 50 square meters. There were 50 or 60 people in the fortress. You can imagine the density.

　　 Fortunately, this is a tiled house, which is very high, so it seems less depressing. The bed is of course a two-story wooden bed with a width of about 1.2 meters. The first floor does not sleep two, but four students, and one bed eight! Hey, it's really hard to turn over, so Feng Yiping has always been a regular sleeper since then, which is what he got used to in the past three years.

　　 The name is posted on the bedpost. He, Xiao Zhijie, and two other classmates share a bed. Of course, there is no room for four people to cover four quilts. One head two, two pairs, he spread the quilt on the bed, covering Xiao Zhigang's quilt. Therefore, they often joked in front of each other's wives later. When we were teenagers, we slept on the same bed and slept in the same bed for three years!

　　 It’s easy for teenagers to get acquainted with each other easily. They talked while making the bed, "I’m right, Xiao Zhijie, I’m Feng Yiping from Fushan Township Primary School."

　　 "Oh, Toyama Township, Feng Yiping? The third place in the comprehensive competition last semester, right?"

　　 Feng Yiping said yes, "I am number 6 in Hope Primary School." Xiao Zhijie said.

　　 "Hope Primary School, that's the best elementary school in town!" A student on the upper bunk lay on it, and his head stretched out from the side.

　　 Xiao Zhijie hadn't spoken yet, someone next to him rushed to answer, "That is, not only the hardware is good, but the teachers are also the best!"

　　 Needless to say, this must have come from Hope Elementary School, and these words can now be spoken under the influence of ears and eyes.

　　 The classmate who started, said, "Yes, I heard that when the ribbon was cut the year before last, there were dozens of cars that came."

This Feng Yiping still knows. At this time, the Hope Project started soon. This Hope Primary School in the township was one of the few Hope Primary Schools just built across the country. When it was put into use the year before, he was the first secretary of the Secretariat of the Communist Youth League Central Committee and later the prime minister. , Also visited the scene in person and was one of the ribbon-cutting people.

Because this is the first Hope Primary School in the county and also in the province. The central agency, together with the heads of relevant departments at the provincial, city, and county levels, had dozens of small cars on the day of the ribbon cutting. It was indeed in this remote area for many years. A rare occasion.

　　 He invited Xiao Zhijie to find Wang Changning on the other side of the dormitory and went down to eat together. When Feng Yiping went to his grandfather's house, he often saw Wang Changning, who was also able to climb up to his parents, so even though he didn't speak much before, he could be considered a acquaintance.

　　 There are three masters in the school cafeteria. One cooks a small stove. The teacher’s cafeteria only cooks vegetables. Occasionally there are leftover dishes. They are also open to students. However, few students buy a dish for a dollar.

　　 The other two are in charge of all the meals. Fortunately, they only cook the rice, not the vegetables. It's still earthen stove, burning wood, big pot. Cooking such a big pot of rice requires skill, and it is easy to turn into raw rice, but when the rice is cooked, it tastes really good, especially the yellow rice crust, tusk, it is really delicious! Of course, this is generally not their turn.

　　 has only two windows. Fortunately, they only serve food, and they are all four or two, so it’s not too slow.

　　 After such a short time, the three of them were already very familiar and brought together the fresh vegetables they brought. Feng Yiping's fried tofu, Xiao Zhijie's loofah scrambled eggs, and Wang Changning's chili fried green beans. Together, it's better than usual eating at home.

　　 After eating, I said it was time for a nap, but when I first arrived in a new environment, I was surrounded by new classmates. They were all excited. They were chatting, or were walking around on campus or around the school. The teacher didn’t care about it anyway.

　　 Feng Yiping suggested, let’s go for a walk by the river, where it’s cool. When they arrived by the river, the three of them walked barefoot on the snow-white beach, very pleasant. Feng Yiping has always felt that the quality of sand here is better than most beaches on Hainan Island. Just be careful, there is sometimes a big round pit on the river beach with deep water, which is left by the iron scouring sand. Every few years, there are always people who are superstitious about their good water quality. Most of them are teenagers who are about the same age as them. They are in similar pits and never get up again.

　　 They sat down under a willow tree by the river and talked about the teacher and that the female student in the school and class was the most beautiful. Like Feng Yiping, Xiao Zhijie also thought Huang Jingping was good.

No way, brother, not only the person who listens to you when you are depressed; when you are frustrated, comforts and relieves you, and finally punches you on the shoulder and says everything will pass; when you are in trouble , The person who silently tries his best to help you; at the same time, it may also be the person who likes the same girl as you.

Of course, for them at this time, it is far from like, love, and the like. At best, the girl feels pleasing to the eye and very comfortable. It is far from the "Young Witte's Troubles", the young Witte treats Charlotte Degree. Even if I vaguely feel that I feel like it, my parents and teachers have always taught them to consciously and automatically suppress this idea immediately. It's just that, in the face, some will always be revealed.

　　 They went on to talk about the second class. Generally speaking, the level of the girls in the second class is a bit worse. Except for a girl named Hu, who Xiao Zhijie knows, he hopes that the students in elementary school can have the level of Wenhong, and everything else is average.

　　 Feng Yiping just wanted to laugh. It seems that whether it is a teenage boy or a dozen-year-old man, one topic is eternal.

　　 He also had the impression of the willow tree behind him. Three years later, he knew that he was still more than 20 points away from the county high school admission score. When he saw the results, he should be frustrated to despair.

So when he came out of school, he also sat under this tree for a few hours. It should be similar to the state of enlightenment written in the later Xianxia novels. He had a bright mind, no foreign objects, and seemed to think nothing. It also seems to think about everything. The whole person seems to have entered a state of suspended animation, and everything around him no longer exists. Maybe in the next moment, the soul will leave the body, reach perfection, and be liberated.

　　 If no one is bothering him, if a fellow crossing the river wakes him up in the end, he may sit here that day until he sits as a statue.

When he woke up from his ignorance, he was still in a daze, thinking that he had only been sitting for a while, and when he saw the shadow of the willow tree, when he first sat down, it should be noon, and the shade just covered the person sitting under the tree. he. Now the old man was pulling the shadow of the willow tree on the ground, he was completely sitting under the big sun, his body was steaming hot, his head and his face were sweaty, and he couldn't even feel all of this.

　　, there is only one time in a lifetime.

　　 From the moment he knew the score, he was dazed. His parents had always hoped, and he had imagined countless times. The dream of going to high school, going to college, and then finding a good job was ruthlessly shattered! There was a fog in front of me, and I couldn't see the foreground, and I couldn't find a way out. In the few days after that, he was always muddled and bad-tempered. He was better until his parents set him the most expensive class in the county's secondary school.

　　 At this time, Feng Yiping sat here again, thinking about the past, it shouldn't be said that it was the past and the future, and felt quite a bit for a while.

　　 Unknowingly, time passed, and the school bell rang. Feng Yiping patted the willow tree behind him, and said silently in his heart, “This situation will never happen again!”

　　 put on his shoes and ran towards the gate with them.

　　Wang Yumin was standing under a sycamore tree in front of the playground, holding a small shovel in his hand, and watching them come in, he waved to let them pass. Feng Yiping pushed Wang Changning and told him to return to the second class. He and Xiao Zhijie ran over.

　　 Two months of summer vacation passed. Although the third grade summer vacation was not released, I have been making up lessons at school, but the playground is rarely used. Therefore, many places on the playground are now covered with weeds.

In a corner of the playground, more than a dozen boys in the same class were squatting on the ground to weed. The two obediently took the small shovel from the head teacher. When they saw the long one, they pulled with their hands, and the deep one was dug with a shovel. After the class, the task was finally completed. The playground was dug one by one, and the weeds were completely extinct.

　　 Well, the stinky sweat is inevitable.

　　 There was no place to take a bath. The school didn't have the hardware of a bathhouse, so I had to use the washbasin to connect the kitchen with water, and then went back to the dormitory to wipe a few.

　　 There is no formal class in the afternoon, and no teacher is watching. Everyone is studying in the classroom, and there are many people chatting quietly, and some are lying on the table to sleep.

The classroom is full of the scent of new books. The students who paid the tuition have already received the textbooks, and the remaining ones, including Feng Yiping, have not received them. About one-third of the students have not received them. It is estimated that they will have to wait until tomorrow. Will be issued.

　　 Feng Wen didn't receive the new book either, but at this time he was flipping through a 16-open book. Feng Yiping knew that it was a new "History" textbook, and it must be warm red in it.

　　 Feng Wen gloated and asked Feng Yiping, "I was caught when I left school and went to weeding?"

　　 Feng Yiping took out Feng Haitao’s old textbook and replied, “Yes, it’s not good to be a teacher!”

　　 "Pump!" There was laughter from both sides.

After four classes in the afternoon, it was all over. Feng Yiping also borrowed the "English" textbook from Wen Hong and turned it over. Now I find it easy. The first grade "English" is still very shallow, and I have studied it for three years. Although many of them were given back to the teachers, some were always left. In addition, he later watched so many American dramas and Hollywood blockbusters on the Internet. After those years, he learned a lot. The main reason was that I took my whole family to travel in Southeast Asia many times. In order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, I found a girl from the university and received re-education with my wife. It took four hours a week and made up for three months. Of course, the pronunciation is not accurate. , But it is no problem to deal with some communication during the trip. So, at least these simple conversations in the first grade textbook are completely fine.

　　 At dinner, the three of them gathered together and swept away the remaining fresh dishes.

　　 After eating, there was still nearly an hour before the self-study. Feng Yiping approached Xiao Zhijie and Wang Changning, first went to the dormitory to get a towel, tucked it around his waist, or walked toward the river, but instead of looking at the scenery, he went to take a bath.

　　 Feng Wen saw that their waists were bulging, and followed.

　　 After leaving the school gate, I walked down the river. After about a mile, there was a turn. The trees on the bank of the river were strong, which could effectively isolate the outside view. UU reading www. uukanshu.com In fact, they will always take a bath here in the summer evenings in the next two years, but now on the first day, Feng Yiping will bring them to this place.

All four of them were young men. After dinner, there was no one else nearby. The four of them took off in threes and twos and went to the bottom of the river. Feng Yiping is a veritable dog. Can swim.

　　 Back to school this time, but fortunately there are no teachers waiting for them.

　　 On the first night of junior high school, at 12, Feng Yiping suffered from insomnia. After the lights were turned off at 9:40, the students went to sleep one after another, listening to the buzzing of mosquitoes outside the mosquito net; turning over and causing the bed to make a creaking noise; one after another snoring; the sound of teeth grinding from the other side of the bed; from time to time in the corner One or two vague dreams...,

　　 Feng Yiping not only has a bed-recognition stinky problem, he is also very sensitive to sound when sleeping. When sleeping, watches and alarm clocks cannot be kept in the bedroom. Not to mention the ticking sound of the alarm clock, he could even hear the sound of the watch on the bedside table when the second hand moved. How can he fall asleep in this situation now!

He has not lived in a dormitory for many years, and he has never slept on a bed that cannot be turned over. He listens to the dormitory sonata and stares out the window. Under the bright moonlight, the bushes are accompanied by the calls of insects. The wind that sometimes blows is swaying at will.

　　 I watched most of the night, and he barely fell asleep until there was a rooster croaking in the distance.

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