Tsinghua University

Binhai No. [-] Middle School is the earliest school in the city to start school. There are still eight days before the Lantern Festival, and a big red banner reading "Prepare for the college entrance examination" has already been hung on the gate.

In order to take care of boarding students who are far away from home, the return time is usually at [-]:[-] pm.Shen Tinglan came half an hour early to go to the political and educational office to meet the teacher Yang Wenyu mentioned by Shen Qingyi.

He waited outside the door for a while, and saw a middle-aged man approaching from a distance.The man looked less than 40 years old, but he bald early, and his head was bald, like the "Mediterranean" surrounded by land.

"Mediterranean" took a few glances at Shen Tinglan, and said with a smile, "Is it Shen Tinglan's classmate? I am Yang Wenyu, Teacher Yang."

"Hello, Teacher Yang." Shen Tinglan did her homework before coming, and the Post Bar of Binhai No. [-] Middle School said that Director Yang is a cunning and cunning, smiling tiger who eats people without spit out his bones.In order to rectify the phenomenon of students carrying mobile phones, Zeng left his phone number in the men's restroom and marked it with "Paper delivery, two yuan per pack".

One lucky guy who made a phone call was caught just like that.

At this time, Yang Wenyu smiled kindly: "I just greeted your class teacher, and the textbooks are all ready for you to put in the classroom..." He suddenly paused and asked, "What do you bring?" Do you have a cell phone?"

Shen Tinglan instantly thought of Director Yang's "great achievements", and the mobile phone in his jacket pocket suddenly became heavy, feeling like he was carrying a second kick that could explode at any time.

Against his will, he replied: "No."

"It's fine if you don't have one." Yang Wenyu said in a relaxed tone, "Our school absolutely does not allow students to bring mobile phones. Once they are discovered, it is not as simple as confiscating them. Last semester, several of them were thrown down from the fifth floor. The school is also afraid of disputes, and requires the class teacher and everyone All classmates and parents emphasized the consequences. My parents and I also mentioned it, and they had no objections.

"If you have urgent matters and want to contact your parents, there is a public phone in the corridor, you can use that. Your mother has already arranged the phone card for you, and you can get it from the head teacher later." Yang Wenyu glanced at his watch, "Let's go, I'll take it with you." Look at our school."

Shen Tinglan has always been lazy in the countryside and is not used to the rules here.He just nodded and didn't speak, and followed behind Yang Wenyu obediently.

Binhai No. [-] Middle School was much bigger than Shen Tinglan imagined. At this time, there were already many returning students on the campus.Wearing blue and white school uniforms, they walked past Shen Tinglan one after another, telling each other interesting things that happened during the holiday.

Shen Tinglan thought to himself, if he was still studying in the county town, he would probably hang out with his classmates, chatting non-stop.Instead of being like now, hiding a bellyful of words and not knowing who to say to.

While he felt irritable and unfamiliar, he was also envious and looking forward to it.

Yang Wenyu and Shen Tinglan came to the teaching building, which is six stories high, with a large patio in the center, and the whole building is in the shape of "Hui".

The first to third floors are for first graders, and the third to sixth floors are for second graders.As for senior three and senior four, they are in two other buildings.Shen Tinglan was assigned to Class [-] on the top floor. After climbing the stairs, Director Yang was out of breath.He calmed down and pointed to the classroom near the stairs: "This is it."

The front door of the classroom was open, and a female teacher stood beside her, turning her head to stare at the students in the classroom.She is of medium build, with slightly high cheekbones, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She looks about thirty years old.His long hair dyed flaxen was combed into a ponytail, making him look more energetic.

"Teacher An!" Yang Wenyu greeted the female teacher, "This is the student I mentioned to you, and he will be a part of our class from now on, please take care." He patted Shen Tinglan on the shoulder again, "This is An Teacher Ming An."

"Teacher An." Shen Tinglan called her.

"Well, hello." An Ming replied.

After exchanging pleasantries with An Ming, Yang Wenyu went to other classes to check the discipline.The corridor is next to the patio, and the winter wind easily blows over the guardrail, making people's cheeks numb.

An Ming and Shen Tinglan stood in the corridor. She looked at him with a serious expression, "I have also read your report card, and there is still a lot of room for improvement. No matter what your attitude towards learning is, since you came to No. [-] Middle School, When you come to my class, I hope you can show the best attitude towards study."

An Ming's words made Shen Tinglan feel some pressure.

Shen Tinglan is extremely partial to science, not a traditional type of scumbag.He has a strong ability to understand words, but for anything with a bit of language logic, he doesn't need to study hard to be able to surpass others by a large margin.

It's a pity that the skill tree is inherently crooked, and mathematics and English are automatically classified as garbled characters in his thinking.You can't learn anything that is beyond the scope of your understanding.

Liberal arts bully, math English bully.

Seeing that Shen Tinglan didn't respond, An Ming didn't know whether he had listened to the words or not.She frowned, wanted to say something but didn't say it, and sighed: "It's cold, let's enter the classroom, we will take our time to learn things later."

"Thank you teacher." Shen Tinglan followed An Ming into the classroom.

This classroom is very large, except for the two rows next to the wall, the rest of the seats are single-person single-table.And there is an open space at the back, where three or five people can get together to jump rope and kick shuttlecock.Unlike Shen Tinglan's previous school, the last row had to face the wall to survive in the cracks.

However, the most eye-catching thing in the classroom is the camera hanging on the back wall that can rotate 360° without dead angle.

Before seeing the camera, Shen Tinglan felt like "Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden".After seeing the camera, he clearly realized that this is not a "Grand View Garden", but a "Jinyiwei".

An Ming stepped onto the podium, clapped his hands to signal the students to look up: "Let me tell you, there is a new student in our class this semester..."

Jiang Fusheng was vigorously copying the math papers at the bottom. Hearing An Ming's voice, he was also curious about what Mr. Xie's illegitimate son looked like, so he raised his head to look at the podium.With just one glance, he froze on his seat like a goose, and almost blurted out the word "fuck".

This "new classmate" is exactly the same as his own tenant in terms of appearance, clothing and hairstyle.

Especially when the "new classmate" wrote the words "Shen Tinglan" on the blackboard, Jiang Fusheng could only feel his head buzzing, and an unknown emotion spread in his heart, turning into a wave of thoughts. The impulse to scold God.

Yang Yan, who was sitting in front of Jiang Xusheng, raised his arm and knocked down his table, and said in a low voice, "Hey, did you see, brother Huanzhu! You are quite handsome. Look at his small cut, is it the fashion of rich people?" trend......"

"Shut up, Big Speaker Yang!"

Jiang Fusheng was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it, he kicked Yang Yan's chair, suspecting that he had identified the wrong person.

With the financial resources of the Changhong Group, even if it is Boss Xie's illegitimate son, he should be a young master who grew up in the mountains of gold and silver.

How can there be a young master who rents a cheap house after searching the ground, and his hair is cut by his [-]th-class Tony teacher?

But in an instant, Jiang Fusheng thought of another possibility.

What if the young master grew up in a mountain of garbage?

He remembered that Yang Yan had mentioned that Xie was always a person who valued his reputation, and that Shen Tinglan didn't have Mr. Xie's surname, so there was a high probability that he was released.A child and a mother, it is not easy to think about life.

However, he only saw Shen Tinglan in the cramped rental house.

Jiang Fusheng vaguely guessed something, and a Hebei folk song "Little Cabbage" automatically circulated in his mind, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.He stopped looking at Shen Tinglan, lowered his head and picked up the math paper again.

"Just sit at Jiang Fusheng's place. He is the class monitor. If you have any questions, you can ask him directly for help...Jiang Fusheng, stand up and let Shen Tinglan see where you are."

An Ming's voice reached Jiang Fusheng's ears. His hand that was writing the word "Jie" trembled, and the last stroke was crooked and slanted.

He slowly got up from his seat and sat down quickly.

Life is indeed full of surprises.

The moment Shen Tinglan saw Jiang's complaint, he suddenly felt unreal.This kind of old-fashioned bridging passages that third-rate novels don't bother to appear in, unexpectedly appeared in me.

Holding the newly received books and school uniform, he sat beside Jiang Fusheng.Consider whether to buy a lottery ticket after school at night, maybe you will win.

He looked around and found that the new students were either doing questions or memorizing knowledge points silently, and none of them were whispering or doing small tricks.Accustomed to the casual class life, he felt the tense learning atmosphere for the first time while not adapting.

If you don't learn something here, you will be out of place.This feeling is like a weed, unintentionally growing together with the wheat seedlings.

Shen Tinglan didn't want to be an outlier, so she opened the history book.History is his favorite and best subject, but for some reason, he can't read a word of it.

He just felt bored, so he used a magic pen to change the illustrations of Aristotle in the textbook.Added a Lei Feng hat and a pair of big black sunglasses to the prophet, and drew a dialog box above the prophet's head, and wrote a sentence: "Metaphysics, you can't quit school."

He felt frustrated with the second half of the sentence, crossed it out, and changed it to: "No, you can't drop out of school, there is still money in the meal card."

Shen Tinglan was entertaining herself when the class bell rang suddenly.Today's class schedule is written on the left edge of the blackboard. The first class after the beginning of the eleventh class is mathematics.

The math teacher is young and beautiful, and he should have just joined the job not long ago.She speaks humorously, and the laughter of the students is often heard in the classroom.

But none of these could help Shen Tinglan understand the subject, he stared at the scriptures written on the blackboard in confusion.I deeply feel that my face full of question marks is in stark contrast to the high-spirited math teacher on the podium.

After the sample questions were finished, the math teacher arranged two classroom exercises, and 10 minutes later, a lucky person would be selected to write on the blackboard.

Shen Tinglan opened his mouth and yawned, slowly picked up the pen and wrote a word explanation in the exercise book, and there was no more text.At this time, he turned his head to look at the little landlord sitting beside him.

I saw the little landlord with his head down, his left arm resting on the table, and his right hand pretending to be holding a carbon pen that reads "Confucius Temple Blessing", sleeping in a dark sleep.He didn't even open the exercise book, and on the title page was written in large Chinese characters:

"I want to go to Tsinghua University!!!"

Shen Tinglan couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing instantly.

Unexpectedly, his little landlord turned out to be a big dreamer.