trick you

The formalities were not too fast, but he only drank half of Wangzai.

Ren Xun thinks the new school is good, at least the school uniform looks a lot better than before, with a touch of orange that he likes.He is connected to the school. The school is at the last stop of Line 10. It is acceptable to take the subway for [-] minutes every day.

The progress of the class was about the same, and he felt that there was nothing difficult.After almost a month of adaptation period, he ushered in the midterm exam.

His feeling was right, his grade had dropped a bit compared to the original one, it wasn't that he got worse, it was indeed that his classmates were better than before.One of his father's reasons for convincing him in the first place was indeed true.

The new tablemate is called Ji Boya. Before he came, he was sitting alone, and he felt quite welcome.

Ji Boya is the kind who eats a lot, and even let Ren Xun integrate into this class very quickly.Ren Xun is a slow-heating type, so he feels that he is lucky.

After the analysis of the midterm exam papers, it happened to coincide with the Ching Ming Festival.Ren Xun sat in his seat, planning to finish his evening self-study before leaving.

Although everyone showed great enthusiasm for the holiday, half of the people stayed for self-study. Once again, Ren Xun deeply realized that the students were different from the previous ones.

Ren Xun sat on the seat and spread out a book of Wusan, and began to write while touching his ears.Chinese and English did hold him back a lot. He used to have an absolute advantage in science, and his total score was not too bad, but this time the ranking in the midterm exam clearly exposed his disadvantages in partial subjects. It is necessary to practice well.

There is a large area of ​​black, black and red on the notebook, and the lines drawn with a highlighter are simply horrible.Ren Xun quite enjoyed this colorful picture, and felt that he was working hard.

Tsk, hypocrisy.

He copied the wrong pinyin and idioms one by one in the notebook, and carefully marked them clearly.

Because it was a holiday, the school ended at four o'clock, and he remembered the wrong questions until it was dark.

Ji Boya saw that he closed the wrong notebook and said, "Going to eat?"

"What to eat?"

"Eat whatever you want, the cafeteria probably only has one or two windows open."

Ren Xun hesitated for a moment: "...can you order takeaway?"

Ren Xun felt that he was a very picky eater since he was a child, but the canteen of this school, except for the rice bowl on the third floor, is really hard to describe.He could already imagine the horrors of the cafeteria today.

Ji Boya nodded: "Okay. Zhang Jing and the others want to order too, just ask them what to order, and just go together."

Zhang Jing seemed to have heard his name, and turned his head: "Bo Ya, you want to order too? We want to order 'Telling a Story' from their family, together?"

"Okay, show the list to Ren Xun."

Ren Xun was a little confused when he heard the name: "Does his family still cook food?"

"Storytelling" is a store not far from their school. Ren Xun doesn't know how to define it. The literary point should be called a book.There are bookcases and messy piles of books on the first floor, and sofas, chairs and small tables on the second floor.Books can be borrowed or read on the second floor, but in this electronic age, there are not many people borrowing books, so the upstairs is basically a place for nearby students to have a drink or have a party.

Ren Xun likes to read books, and loves paper books, so after Ji Boya took him there, he started to borrow books there.But he really didn't expect that this store could still order takeaway.

It is said to be a takeaway order, but it is actually a piece of handwritten paper.There were not many options on the paper, so Ren Xun ordered beef tenderloin rice with hot pepper.

Seeing the expression on Ren Xun's face, Ji Boya said, "It tastes pretty good."

"It won't be worse than the cafeteria."

"That's right." Ji Boya smiled, "Two beef tenderloin with sharp pepper."

Zhang Jing secretly went to the bathroom to make a phone call, and Ren Xun took out the novel and began to read it.

Ji Boya said: "You said you read so many books, why are you not good at Chinese?"

"I want to know too." Ren Xun fumbled for the last few pages, and decided to return it after reading it today, and then borrow a new one.

"It's fine if you can't choose, and the composition is not very good."

"Do you have a solution?" Ji Boya's Chinese is very good, and his composition is very good.

"I have a way, which is to memorize it. Isn't our province all of that kind of literary style? Although the pure prose style has failed in recent years, the water town obviously cannot escape this kind of feeling. You choose the one that is well written. Yes, but don’t let everyone know it, memorize the whole film, or select a particularly good section, and memorize it whenever you think of it without a bump. Then you can just write it down Used it. But, it’s really time-consuming, but it’s useful.”

Ren Xun thought about it, and it was really troublesome: "Is it really useful? It's too miserable if it's not useful."

"Really, my dad is a Chinese teacher. This is his unique trick. I won't lie to you."

Ren Xun thought for a while and said, "Then you recite a passage and I'll listen to it."

Ji Boya smiled, opened his mouth and said, "How about loving a song? Because the melody is me; loving a painting, because the overflowing color is me; loving a seal, I firmly believe that the old The engraving is me; to taste a fine wine, because the drunkenness at the bottom of the altar is me; to cherish a piece of weaving, and the entanglement in it is me; to appreciate dance and calligraphy—whether the dancers sway themselves into cursive seals Li, or Cunguan dances itself into leaps and turns, and the ecstasy and restraint during it are all me."

Ji Boya spoke very fast, and Ren Xun actually couldn't quite hear what he was reciting, but it could be seen that he could say it without using his brain.

"This is Zhang Xiaofeng's. If you want to memorize it, I recommend Han Shaogong's "Shan Nan Shui Bei". Maqiao Dictionary is also pretty good."

Ren Xun asked: "Is it like you that you can write by heart?"

Ji Boya smiled and said: "That's not enough. I have been suppressed by my father for so many years. It is so easy for you to surpass me. Do I want to mess around?"

"That……"

"Our Chinese teacher also has a set. He will start teaching when the time comes, and you can just follow along. The method of endorsement is for our second-year high school students. There is still some time to lay the foundation. It adds up, if you work hard Execution, 47, 8 bottoms, 50 can also go up, if you perform better, you will be 55."

"Oh……"

"You just need to memorize one chapter a week. Remember to memorize it well before you can use it... Ah, here comes the meal."

Ren Xun opened the packing box, yes, these pieces of meat are worth the price.

"Let me tell you, the one who delivered food today is so handsome."

"Really?"

"Really, so handsome! Although he rides a battery car, he has style."

"Ah, then order me to get it next time!"

"It's the first time I saw it too. I don't know if it will be him next time."

"Hey, I knew I would have gone today."

Ren Xun put the rice in his mouth, staring at the book.

Ji Boya poked him: "Tsk, look at these little girls."

"what happened?"

"It's so quick to change your mind. When you first came, it was said that you were like a god, and everyone in other classes came to see it."

Finally, Ren Xun was still reluctant to take his eyes off the book: "Really?"

"Yeah, someone said you are handsome."

"probably."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Now, Ren Xun was willing to look away: "Why?"

"I asked the representative of the Chinese class of the liberal arts class upstairs."

"Why ask for others?"

"Isn't it a Chinese teacher? Let me help you when you meet him. It seems that he is interested in you."

"...You just say yes."

"...Does this mean nothing?"

"You have a lot of shit."

"No."

Ren Xun walked slowly to "tell the story" alone.

When I walked into the store, there was no one sitting at the table at the door.Ren Xun called out, "Is there no one?"

A voice came from behind the bookshelf: "Yes, I want to borrow books and choose quickly, the door will be closed soon."

is a man.

Usually the shopkeeper is a little girl from a nearby junior college. Ren Xun was a little nervous when he heard this voice.Why did he suddenly become a man? Could something have happened?

Ren Xun was alone and didn't dare to act rashly, but he felt that if something happened, he couldn't leave the girl alone.He reached into his pocket with one hand, dialed a number, and said, "I'll return the book."

After finishing speaking, footsteps came from behind the bookshelf, and Ren Xun's hand in his pocket tightened a bit.

"You..." The person who came out paused when he saw Ren Xun.

"Brother Jiang?" Ren Xun hesitantly called out a name.

"Ren Xun?" Jiang Jiyi walked behind the table, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Jiyi moved the mouse and clicked a few times.

Ren Xun seemed to be stunned, and replied after a long pause: "Ah, I go to school next door."

"Aren't you in City B?" Jiang Jiyi looked up at him, "Give me the book."

"Ah, oh oh." Ren Xun tore off his schoolbag in a panic and took out a book from it, "I've changed schools."

It's the word 'Xun'.

Jiang Jiyi looked at the information that popped up on the computer.

"Oh, do you want to borrow a book? Hurry up and choose, it's about to close."

"it is good."

Ren Xun picked out two books, walked to the door, and saw Jiang Jiyi was reading a book with his legs crossed.

"Brother Jiang, are you working here?"

"No."

"Then... are you the boss?"

"That's it."

What does it mean?

"I haven't seen you before."

"I have to go to work, so I don't come here very often."

"Oh."

"okay."

"Oh, thank you."

"Are you going home?"

"Ah, yes."

"Wait a minute, I'll close the door and send you back."

"No, the subway is very convenient for me."

"It's also very convenient for me to drive."

"Ah, thank you Brother Jiang."

The author has something to say: Try to let me, Uncle Jiang, appear in every chapter.

ps That passage is from Zhang Xiaofeng's "Contradictions"