Reborn Ace Designer

When he woke up in the morning, it was just dawn. Wang Xiaotian drowsily took the alarm clock beside the bed and looked at it. It was less than half past six.

"It's still early, go back to sleep, ahh~~" Wang Xiaotian turned over and yawned, covered his head with the quilt, and prepared to continue playing chess with Duke Zhou.

etc……

Wang Xiaotian, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened them. He sat up from the bed and glanced at the alarm clock again. Yes, it was six twenty-six, four minutes away from six-thirty!

"I always feel like there's something I haven't done?" Wang Xiaotian scratched his head and couldn't remember what it was.

"Xiaotian, it's time to get up and go to school." At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, Wu Xiangjun glanced at his son who was sitting on the bed stupidly, and urged him.

"go to school?"

Wang Xiaotian slapped his forehead and then remembered what he had forgotten, but he was really not used to getting up so early. He used to go to work at half past eight, so he could sleep until at least eight o'clock.

It took him a long time to crawl out of bed and put on his clothes listlessly. His eyelids felt like they were fighting, and he almost lay back on the bed and continued to sleep.

"Mom, I'm leaving." After washing his face and regaining consciousness, Wang Xiaotian said hello to his mother and pushed his bicycle out of the house.

Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School, where Wang Xiaotian studied, is a key middle school in the county. There are four high schools in the county, two are in remote towns, and the other is a vocational high school. To put it bluntly, they are a group of three-nothings with no ideals, no ambitions, and no achievements.

It's a place where young people just want to get a diploma and earn a meal.

Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School is a century-old school with a history that can be traced back to the Anti-Japanese War. It is almost as good as a famous university. Guo Moruo even personally mentioned the words for this middle school back then, and later the words were engraved into a plaque.

, hung on the school gate.

As soon as he left his alley and didn't go far, a figure jumped out from behind a telephone pole. He was wearing thick glasses and was looking down at what he was thinking. He almost collided with Wang Xiaotian who was riding a bicycle.

"Dake, why are you walking without looking at the road?" Wang Xiaotian shouted after seeing the person in front of him clearly.

"Xiaotian, why is it you?" Zhu Dake was stunned and then noticed Wang Xiaotian.

Wang Xiaotian frowned. Ever since Zhou Qiang accidentally interrupted him yesterday, there seems to be something wrong with this kid. Could it be that he is feeling springy?

Based on experience, he was sure that the other party had a crush on a girl. This kind of thing was normal at a young age, and Wang Xiaotian didn't point it out.

The two walked to school together, chatting about nothing on the way. When they talked about a classmate named Qian Youcai who just bought a mobile phone yesterday, Zhu Dake said with envy: "Xiaotian, do you know?

, that’s a mobile phone, one costs several thousand yuan, how do you think his family can afford it?”

The person Zhu Dake was talking about was originally named Qian Liang. "Qian Youcai" was the nickname he gave himself. Because his family was rich, he often took out some luxury goods to show off in class. The mobile phone he just bought yesterday

The Ericsson I bought, a black and white clamshell, cost at least 4,000 according to the market estimate.

Wang Xiaotian curled his lips. The mobile phones of this era can only be used to make calls and send messages, and their appearance has no sense of design at all. Some of them do not come with a charger, and the charger that comes with it when you buy it can only be used as a decoration.

Twenty years after we have already entered the smart era, no one wants this kind of "antique machine" when it is bought as scrap, and it is not even worth as much as the big brother. After all, the big brother has a commemorative significance of the times.

"That's a rich man." Wang Xiaotian said disdainfully. He really didn't like this 'money man'. He was too arrogant and would be struck by lightning sooner or later.

"Xiaotian, what is Tuhao? Is it grown in the soil?" Zhu Dake looked at Wang Xiaotian in confusion.

"Well……"

Wang Xiaotian didn't know how to explain it to the other party. He thought for a long time and said with a smile: "Well, that's more or less the meaning. It is the fattest material in the banker's land, just like people like Qian Youcai."

Speaking of this, Wang Xiaotian suddenly seemed to remember something and said quickly: "Dake, do you know 'Apple'?"

Zhu Dake blinked, took out a red apple from his schoolbag, and handed it to Wang Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, are you hungry? I have apples here. My mother just picked them from the garden this morning. They are still fresh.

Very.”

Wang Xiaotian smiled bitterly. The 'apple' he was talking about was not this apple. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to tell the other party, so he said: "It's an iPhone. Have you heard of it?"

"Love crazy? Apple is not a human being, how can it be crazy..." Zhu Dake took the apple in his mouth and took a bite, looking at Wang Xiaotian in confusion.

Glancing at the apple that had been bitten off by the latter, Wang Xiaotian laughed loudly, patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "Let's go to school!"

Qingcheng Middle School covers a large area, with football fields and basketball courts, and a pond behind the school. This was very luxurious for the middle school at that time. Later, after Wang Xiaotian graduated, the school also built a gymnasium.

This kind of treatment is only available in middle schools in provincial cities.

There are two teaching buildings on the playground, one of which was built a few years ago. Wang Xiaotian and his class are in the old teaching building and will not be moved to the new building until their senior year.

After Wang Xiaotian and Zhu Dake entered the school with an endless stream of students, the class bell rang.

Morning self-study started at 6:50 and did not end until 7:30. One, three and five were for English, and two and four were for Chinese. After entering the classroom, Wang Xiaotian glanced at Shangguan Zirou's seat, who had already put down her books and was studying seriously.

Read it aloud.

When he walked to his seat, Wang Xiaotian put down his schoolbag and took out his English book. He fell asleep without even looking at it twice.

Apart from recognizing the twenty-six letters, the rest are just a bunch of "bar codes". For Wang Xiaotian to memorize this, it would be better to hold a knife to his neck, yawn, and lie down on the table to dream.

Duke Zhou.

"Here comes the dog-headed old man!" When Wang Xiaotian closed his eyes and just fell asleep, his deskmate Zhou Qiang suddenly pushed him.

At this moment, a dead face was quietly pasted on the glass outside the classroom window. It was a bit scary at first glance. This was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a pair of dead fish eyes turned outwards.

Staring at the window eerily.

Goutou Lao Gaoyuan's name is Gao Zhilei. He teaches geography and is the head teacher of Class 9, Grade 2. His whole person gives people a spooky feeling. At first, Wang Xiaotian even doubted whether this guy crawled out of the grave.

All the students in Class 9 were very afraid of him. As soon as his face appeared, the sound of singing and reading in the classroom immediately became louder. Wang Xiaotian also opened the English book and started learning in a decent manner.

Although he had no idea what he was talking about.

After taking a few glances, Gao Zhilei left quietly without making any sound. Wang Xiaotian glanced out the window and secretly thought, could this naughty old Gao really be a ghost?

As soon as the dog-headed old man left, the "excited" reading sound in the classroom immediately weakened and almost stopped for most of it, followed by the buzzing sound of talking.

Wang Xiaotian was still a little sleepy at first, but after a while, the sleepyhead seemed to have gone away. He felt bored just sitting there, so he was going to take out his sketchbook and practice his techniques again.

Painting is something that can only be mastered if you don't practice it for a day or two. Although Wang Xiaotian is a designer, painting is also his hobby.

"Hey, Jiaojiao, have you heard that yesterday afternoon on the road to Baolin Plaza, a Santana car suddenly disintegrated, and all four wheels flew out, almost killing someone..."