Restart the Flying Age

　　 August 27th, sunny.

　　 It rained in the night, so I got up early in the morning, the air was fresh, and my heart and lungs washed away.

　　 Wu Tao had planned to go to Beijiang Middle School alone to find it, but Wu Binghua insisted on sending it.

　　 I don’t have anything to take, I just need to bring the person and the notice together.

　　 As for the cost of food and clothing, even all the letters and magazines received since August were sent to the city residence by Hua Auntie.

　　 Regarding the layout of the residence, Aunt Hua is so careful that everything is innocent and outrageous.

　　 The inside and outside are renewed, and it is colorful, if you add the drums and gongs, and sprinkle some flowers, it will definitely be mistaken for the newlyweds’ wedding room.

　　 For this reason, Aunt Hua paid for a part of her own pocket. Wu Tao wanted to reimburse her, but she refused. In her view, to work for Wu Tao, we must not only do our best, but also do our best.

　　 Even if I have money, I still can’t get rid of my fear of owing favors.

　　Speaking of which, Wu Binghua launched a brand-new Qianjiang 125 motorcycle from the shed and wiped it lovingly with a dry cloth.

　　 The reason why I insisted on sending my son to report is that this is a good opportunity for the new car to come in handy; secondly, as the father of the high school entrance examination, not to show his face and enjoy the compliments of other parents, it is really unreasonable.

　　 Wu Tao looks disgusted with this motorcycle. The big red body is matched with a black cushion cover, and the bright engine reveals a full sense of technology. These two points can be tolerated.

The only thing that can’t be tolerated is the square red tail box, which is really scumming and disrupts the smoothness of the vehicle; the second is that it is two-wheeled, which is to some extent the same as the twenty-eight bars. Meat-coated iron, the safety factor is not high, or even worse.

　　 tried three or four times, and finally mastered the rhythm of clutching and ignition. Wu Binghua caught fire and greeted him with the first blow, "Son, get in the car!"

　　 On the other side, Xiao Jiang rushed out with a bite of hard-boiled egg and shouted: "Dad, I want to sit, I want to sit..."

　　 Pushing Xiao Jiang aside, Wu Tao straddled him with a sword.

　　 "I'm going to report to the city, why are you here to join in the fun?"

　　 Xiao Jiang put his hands on his hips, "Huh, I am also starting school today, and I want my father to send it too!"

　　 "You are less than two hundred meters away from school and want to go to school by motorcycle. Are you panicking?"

　　 Xiao Jiang grinned, revealing his mouth full of egg whites and egg yolks, and cried, "Mom, mom, look at brother..."

　　 At this time, Aunt Hua walked in and calmly said, "Xiao Jiang, later, Aunt Hua will use a small pedal to send you and the black egg to school, okay?"

　　 "No, I don't!" Since I was crying, I must achieve my goal. Xiaojiang cried and made noises, "I want to ride on Dad's big motorcycle, big motorcycle..."

　　 At this time, Zhang Huilan rushed out of the kitchen and stuffed a bag of hard-boiled eggs into her son's arms.

　　 Wu Tao was speechless. The family is so rich, why is it still hard-boiled and hard-boiled eggs? Can't my old lady change some fresh tricks? Anyway, if you have money in your pocket, you don't have to worry about eating.

　　 In Xiao Jiang’s cry, Wu Binghua, Zhang Huilan, and Aunt Hua greeted each other, released the clutch, and the motorcycle steadily drove out of the house.

　　 After fifteen minutes, I just arrived in the northern suburbs of the city.

　　 Seeing that he was quickly overtaken by the twenty-eight bars next to him, Wu Tao gave a thumbs up and said: "Dad, you drive really steady!"

　　 "Of course, this thing is fast to ride. Let's ride it slowly without worrying or struggling~"

　　 Wu Tao nodded, "I think so too, and Dad, if you get drunk in the future, no matter how much you get, don’t ride a motorcycle. Our life has just improved, and everything is better."

　　 "I know." Wu Binghua nodded.

　　 After a while, Wu Binghua said dullly: "Tao, I want to do something else in the New Year, what do you think?"

　　 Wu Tao's spirits refreshed, this is a consciousness awakening, and there is no need to mobilize himself. So he slapped his legs and face and said, "Okay, Dad, I support you to make a breakthrough!"

　　 "If you don't break through when you are young..." Wu Binghua sighed with a grin.

　　 Not long after, the father and son arrived at the east gate of Beijiang Middle School.

　　 Looking back, the small alley that was moving step by step was crowded with cars, motorcycles, pedestrians, and luggage.

　　 "I knew it was coming by bicycle, at least it wouldn't be so difficult to get in." Wu Binghua had a lingering heart, and stabbed the motorcycle into the parking lot on the south side of the door.

　　 An aunt rushed over and stretched out her hand: "The parking fee is fifty cents!"

　　 Wu Binghua just wanted to complain that it was so dark, but he was afraid of embarrassing his son, so he took it out.

　　 Stepping into the east gate, Wu Tao looked around and was about to witness the demeanor of the city’s well-known key middle schools. He suddenly became happy.

　　 I saw many students wearing golden T-shirts in the crowd of Ruzhi.

　　 Boys and girls, golden retriever cute photos full series of twenty pictures, all available.

　　 Such a large-scale hitting of shirts did not cause any embarrassment or discomfort, which is enough to prove the popularity of the cute style.

　　 While faintly proud, he was immersed in the youthful breath that rushed to his face. Wu Tao suddenly felt that this is the life he should have, the youthful life, the flying life.

　　 As for the days in Jinling, it was too mature, too dull, and too intriguing.

In retrospect, I began to appreciate the campus style I will live for three years~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As the strongest teacher and the strongest devotion key high school in Beijiang City, the style and appearance of Beijiang Middle School is compared with that of the township middle school, or even other In urban middle schools, they must be one level higher.

　　The brand new Pentagonal Library is located in the middle of the campus, next to the small lake in Crescent Bay.

　　 There are three teaching buildings extending from the pentagonal building, forming an ingenious layout of the mother-child building.

　　 It's just that the floor is not high, and the four floors are not enough to accommodate the entire school. So on the east side of the campus, two more square teaching buildings were erected, extending to the edge of the basketball court and football field.

　　 In the end, his eyes fell on the parents who accompanied the report, only to realize that there were two kinds of students who could enter this school.

　　 One type is based on IQ or score test; the other type is a place bought from the background of family financial resources.

　　 More subtle is that these two types of students will share the same education and get along in harmony.

　　 Because of today’s educational philosophy, which advocates fair education and treats everyone equally, naturally there will be no such things as fast and slow classes and experimental classes.

　　 The father and son came to the bulletin board beside Crescent Lake, where the latest high school class list has been posted.

　　 After squeezing through the crowds on the third and outer floors, Wu Tao finally found his place-No. 1 in the first class of high school.

　　 At the same time, unfortunately, An Rongguo is not in the same class as him, but is divided into four classes.

　　 Not only that, more than a dozen people admitted to Binhu Junior High School were almost equally divided into 14 classes.

　　 Wu Tao, based on his understanding of their performance rankings, roughly inferred that the placement of classes this time was indeed based on their admission scores. In this way, the average grade of each class is generally balanced.

　　 There is no fast or slow class, regardless of experimental class.