Rebirth: Those Years When I Was a Bad Student

Zhang Yumian returned to school under the scorching sun, and at this moment he became more determined to get into No. 1 Middle School.

In the whole Beishui County, only No. 1 Middle School has a cafeteria and dormitories. She would not choose to live on campus, but with a cafeteria, she would not have to run back and forth like this at noon.

As expected, resources are all inclined towards good schools. After all, No. 1 Middle School is responsible for most of the admission rate in Beishui County.

After entering the classroom, I took a look at the class schedule and found that the first class was information class.

The so-called information class is a computing class, which is basically the only opportunity to use computers besides Internet cafes.

She remembered that in her previous life, because she was held back and her grades improved, she asked for a computer. Her father bought one for her, but because there was no internet, she forgot about it in a few days.

During the following holidays, I also used my neighbor’s Internet to watch TV series and read novels.

This time she plans to make good use of it and try to submit articles to magazines. When she was in high school, her essays were pretty good and often received praise from teachers. Maybe she can pick it up now and read more books to accumulate materials.

If I can get my manuscript approved, I might be able to save enough money for a cell phone soon and achieve my current financial freedom.

Anyway, the information class at this time is just to teach you how to type and how to use Office software, which she no longer needs to learn. She will secretly go online to check the submission method and the direction of receiving manuscripts.

When she saw the duty roster next to her, she glanced at it and found out that it was her turn to be on duty tomorrow, Friday.

After returning to my seat, I took out my math book and exercise book and started doing exercises. Since I didn’t have a nap today and came early, I tried to finish one chapter before class.

Half an hour later, more and more people came into the classroom, and the students nearby always looked at her. But she ignored them all and continued to do her homework.

Zhang Wentian is still the master of time management as always, but it seems that after today's lunch, his relationship with Cheng Yao seems to have become much closer.

The two of them walked in arm in arm, but the one who made this move was definitely Zhang Wentian. When Zhang Yumian raised his head to drink water, he saw this scene.

She also noticed that Cheng Yao nodded slightly towards him. She did not forget that her purpose was to find her shortcomings. She thought about it and was a little scared that he would get angry and would hit her.

Although there were reasons for the incident, Zhang Yumian still took note of it in her mind and planned to write it down in her notebook when she got home that night. She wanted to include the time, place, and people as well, so that it would make sense.

In the afternoon information class, everyone could sit anywhere. Usually, Zhang Yumian would stay alone in a small corner. So today, she also planned to find a corner where no one was, because the computer room was large and there were often many empty seats.

But every time she sat down, someone would sit down on both sides immediately. When she stood up and looked for a seat, it was still the same, so she simply sat in a seat against the wall.

Today is the "exam" for the information class, and you need to complete the homework and submit it within the specified time as required.

There is only one information class a week. Next week you can study in the classroom, and the exam will start the Thursday after next.

It seems that there are no information classes after the second year of junior high school.

After turning on the computer, I looked at the questions. There were four big questions. The first question was typing. The second question was in Word, which was very simple, just some font and paragraph modifications. The third question was in Excel, which did not involve formulas, just entering some data, and finally making a bar chart and a pie chart. The fourth question was PPT, which required converting the text into PPT format. There were no other requirements.

Zhang Yumian looked at it and thought it should be completed in twenty minutes, and the remaining time would be just right for looking up things.

Her fingers began to tap rapidly on the keyboard, and the whole classroom was filled with the sound of the keyboard. Slowly, everyone's eyes turned to her, and even the students sitting next to her stretched their necks to stare at her computer screen.

Even the teacher stood up and walked behind her.

In fact, the teacher did not expect that all the questions could be completed, only half of them would be enough, because she also knew that almost no one had a computer, and it would only take 45 minutes per week.

This computer still needs more practice. These students occasionally go to the Internet cafe to play games, and no one will practice this.

When she heard the keyboard sound just now, she was a little surprised. When she walked down and saw it, she found that the student's hand speed was quite fast. He didn't look at the keyboard at all, just typing, which was obviously practiced. But it should not be achieved in just a few dozen minutes of class.

She stood back and watched for a while and found that she was very familiar with the interface and functions of Office.

Zhang Yumian's mind was now filled with the thought of finishing the work quickly and then using the school's network to look up the information he wanted. He didn't notice at all that the teacher was standing behind him and watching him for a long time.

She shrank her shoulders in fear until she heard a voice behind her saying, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and do your own questions. This classmate has already finished them."

After the teacher walked up, the student next to him whispered, "Zhang Yumian, can you lend it to me to copy after you finish writing?"

Zhang Yumian thought about it and realized that everyone would know this thing in the future, and it wouldn’t be included in the junior high school entrance exam or the college entrance exam, so it wouldn’t be misleading the students.

I replied, "Sure, what's your QQ number? I'll send it to you."

Just as I opened the webpage and was about to log in, I remembered a problem. It seemed that she applied for QQ a few years later, so she definitely couldn’t log in now.

It seemed that it was not troublesome to apply for a QQ account now, so she applied for one now. She casually filled in her QQ number and online name from her previous life.

At this time, boys generally have QQ numbers, and they will go to Internet cafes to play games, but girls rarely have such numbers.

The application was approved soon. Zhang Yumian added him on QQ and sent the homework to him.

I continued to search for websites and email addresses where I could submit my work, as well as the content of my work. I subconsciously wanted to copy and post the information on QQ, but then I realized it was useless.

She had neither a cell phone nor internet access, so she saw a notebook and a pen on the table opposite her and borrowed them.

Write them down one by one on paper.

In a short while, she received a lot of friend requests.

When I clicked on it, I saw that the notes were basically from male classmates in the class, and there were very few female classmates.

After agreeing, everyone had to do homework, so she simply created a group, pulled everyone in, and then threw the homework into the group.

What Zhang Yumian didn't know was that after she did this, this class was no longer an exam class, but a QQ application class. It can be said that after class, everyone had a QQ number and joined the class group, and she was the group leader.

After class, people kept saying thank you to her on the way back to the classroom. At first, she didn't think much of it. After returning to her seat, Zhang Wentian also shook his fist with her to express his gratitude. At this time, she understood a little.

So he asked weakly, "You guys wouldn't just hand it in like this, would you?"

In the end, they all nodded. Zhang Yumian asked unwillingly, "Not a single word has been changed?"

They still nodded.

Zhang Yumian: "......"

She pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "Just wait for the zero points. There is a place to write your name in the upper right corner of the document. Congratulations, you have my name on the homework you handed in."

Several students said that they changed their names and deliberately changed some answers. Zhang Yumian expressed his relief that there are still "smart people".

She was already prepared to be called by the teacher. She was not afraid of god-like opponents, but was afraid of pig-like teammates.