Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

In the first class of school, knowing that middle school is similar to any middle school, teenagers and girls with all kinds of fantasies came to the stage to introduce themselves one by one.Some are shy and cautious, some are generous, some are hesitant, and some are eloquent.After almost this self-introduction, you can see everyone's personality clearly.

The female teacher in a professional suit looked at the students whispering under the podium, "I have basically finished talking about today's affairs. Before I start the election for class cadres, I will inform you first. We know that the middle school and Xiheng Hope Middle School are paired poverty alleviation units, and every day Open online classes for live broadcast. Of course, due to different curriculum systems, our class only participates in the live broadcast of English classes. Here, I would like to ask everyone to pay attention. Xiheng Hope Primary School is located in Xihengshan. The parents of the students are working outside, and they follow their grandparents as left-behind children. Life, don’t say anything that will make them sad during the live broadcast class. By the way, I would like to remind everyone that we rank the test results with them.”

The students were still laughing and joking before, but when they heard the last sentence, there was an uproar in the hall.Their conditions and foundation must be better than those of the students in the mountainous areas. If they are ranked together and their nouns are not as good as them, then it would be a shame, oh my god, I really have to study hard.

Most of the people were gloomy, and a girl suddenly said, "What is our class worried about? Our test papers are different from theirs."

With a word to wake up the dreamer, the students were startled, and all laughed out loud, almost frightened.

"Who is this? You are so brave, you dare to tell the truth in front of the teacher." The student at the bottom asked the same table.

The deskmate looked at the person next to her in surprise, "You don't even know her, Bai Bingxin, she is No.1 in the city's high school entrance examination this year."

"It turned out to be her. I heard that the city organized the top ten to go on a trip, but she didn't go, saying that she wanted to continue her high school lessons at home."

"Yes, did you listen to what your mother said? My mother whispered a holiday in my ear."

"My mother is too, she's getting bored to death by talking back and forth."

Zheng Zhao took out the pen and drew casually on the paper, he wanted to go out a little bit.

The head teacher stood on the podium but didn't care about them. Instead, he waited until they had finished speaking, then smiled and said, "Okay, let's start running for the class cadres. Let's start with the Communist Youth League secretary."

There was a moment of silence under the seat, then Bai Bingxin raised her hand and said, "Teacher, I want to run for election."

The head teacher nodded and said, "Come on."

Wearing a chiffon bellflower skirt, she was quiet and gentle, and she walked to the podium and smiled at everyone.With the title of No. [-] in the senior high school entrance examination, and the shocking words just now, Bai Bingxin only made a self-introduction, and basically got all the votes, and was successfully elected as the Communist Youth League secretary.

The head teacher smiled and said, "The next one to run for is the head of the class."

Zheng Zhao saw Zheng Beilan raised his hand by the window, and after the head teacher nodded, he got up and walked to the podium, expressing his determination to win this position with a silent and powerful gesture.After several competitors who made up the numbers, Zheng Beilan also got the position he wanted. He casually glanced at Zheng Zhao from the corner of his eye, but found that Zheng Zhao didn't even lift his head to look at him, as if he didn't care about the election at all.

Why doesn't he care?Hasn't he always been the class president and student council president?

Zheng Zhao really didn't care, he was sitting at the door of the back door, turning the pen in his hand, looking down at his painting, not very satisfied.

"Zheng Zhao, your pen is so beautiful, the blue color is so beautiful." The girl sitting next to me endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said, "I usually do journals and like to play with colored ink. Now the one with a pen There are really few people, are you also practicing pen calligraphy?"

"I'm learning pen drawing." Zheng Zhao stopped what he was doing and put the pen on the table.

The girl looked at the pen following his hand, "Wow, it's from Montblanc, it must be very expensive."

"Gift." Zheng Zhao said and looked at the door.

The girl nodded, turned around and said nothing, but she was still thinking about the pen.She secretly checked it on her mobile phone, and found that the pen was indeed a gift, a gift for a car, a BMW Centennial model.

The campaign was still going on, Zheng Zhao picked up his notebook and pen in boredom, opened the back door and went out.

The girl was stunned, and lowered her voice and said, "Hey, you can't go out, the teacher will be angry if he sees this, and will call your parents!"

Zheng Zhao turned around and smiled, "Let's fight." Then he left the classroom.

The girl looked at his smile for a long time and couldn't regain her senses. She patted her hot cheek with her hand, thinking that she should bring a small fan over tomorrow.

There are good students and there are bad students,

When Zheng Zhao walked to the playground, he found that there were quite a lot of people who didn't listen to these boring things in the class.Some people were playing basketball on the court, sweating profusely, and there were a few girls sitting beside them looking at their clothes and drinking water.He walked around the basketball court, walked to the side tree-lined path, and looked up at the branches of the tree.Maybe it rained last night, the leaves were fresh green as if washed, the branches swayed with the wind, and the sun was like broken gold.

He picked up a pen and a notebook, and hid in the shade of summer trees to draw summer days.

After painting, it is really unsatisfactory.

Zheng Zhao picked up the phone, adjusted the angle and composition, and took a photo. Only then did he find that there was a pair of names engraved on the tree, which should belong to a childish couple.

He smiled, gave up the whole tree, and only photographed the name engraved on the tree.

It's much better than before, which is the main reason why he doesn't study painting, but jewelry.In the 21st century, the decline of traditional easel painting and the prevalence of experimental art started from the moment Duchamp put the urinal in the exhibition hall.Easel painting is only one of the means of visual communication, and visual art expression should not be limited to easel painting.

Compared with the atmosphere in the current art circle where anyone who paints is stupid and low, Zheng Zhao gave up painting because he thought photography was more convenient. After all, a painting takes a long time and his hands hurt.

Time to buy a camera.

Zheng Zhao is looking at the trees here, and someone is watching him on the playground over there.

"Haven't seen it, freshman in high school?" Several girls chirped, looking up at him from time to time, then lowering their heads and pretending not to look.

"I've always thought that boys staring at a tree and taking pictures are very pretentious and pretentious. Now I know that the pretentious pretentiousness is only because they are ugly. Just now the sunshine was very beautiful, gentle and deserted. Unfortunately, I didn't take pictures."

"Hee hee, I caught it." The short-haired girl put away her phone.

"What? Quickly send me a WeChat message."

"Me too, you send it directly to the WeChat group."

On the court, Zhang Cheng made a three-pointer, but he didn't get the cheers he deserved.He looked up and found that the girls who were watching them play were secretly looking at the tree-lined path, heh.

"Hello, what class are you in?"

Zheng Zhao raised his head and saw the group of basketball students coming over, his body smelled of sweat, he frowned and took a step back.

Seeing that he took a step back in fear, Zhang Cheng smiled triumphantly, and took another step forward with his brother, "Why don't you talk, kid, do you look down on us? Yo, your pen is not bad." As he said that, he was about to reach out and grab it.

A movement brought up a gust of wind, blowing the smell of sweat all over his head and face, Zheng Zhao's throat moved, and he couldn't help retching while leaning on the tree.

Zhang Cheng flew into the air, and fell to the ground directly when he couldn't catch up.

"Fuck, Brother Cheng, are you okay?" The group of little brothers behind Zhang Cheng hurried over, helped him up in a hurry, and then surrounded Zheng Zhao, "Brother Cheng asked you something nicely, but you didn't answer , I took a broken pen to read it and hid it, it really gave you a face. Brothers, teach him a lesson and let him know what it means to respect a senior!"

Zheng Zhao frowned. People of this age seemed to be very irritable, but the smell of sweat was like an ambush from all sides.

"When you fight, you have to report your demerits." He said it lightly and with difficulty.

"Heh, you threatened us and reported your demerits. Who can prove that you were injured by us?" Zhang Cheng and the others became even more angry when they heard Zheng Zhao's words, and they all rolled up their sleeves.

Zheng Zhao sighed and bent down to pick up a branch from the ground. Although he has been practicing swords, he has no actual combat experience.

While worrying, a teenager walked over from the side of the teaching building with his pockets in his pocket.

"Brother Jiang, why are you here?" Zhang Cheng said with a smile, and his little brothers also called Brother Jiang.

Jiang Kenan said: "Get out, don't let me see you here."

Zhang Cheng and the others turned ugly when they heard the words, but obediently rolled away.Jiang Kenan looked at the certificate and said, "These people are just dawdling around, waiting for sports points, and they have a little money at home. The school generally doesn't care about them. Are you okay just now?"

"It's okay." Zheng Zhao loosened his hand, and the branch fell to the ground.

Jiang Kenan said with a smile: "We met you in the police station last time, remember, I thought that rich people like you would go to international schools, but I didn't expect you to be a classmate."

Zheng Zhao said, "I remember you, the one who smokes snuff."

Jiang Kenan laughed and said, "How is your sister? I checked the news later and found that her drug is a prescription drug, is it all right?"

"She's fine, she's just gone abroad."

Jiang Kenan was startled, then asked with a smile, "Shall we go to lunch together?"

Zheng Zhao hesitated for a moment, Jiang Kainan seemed too enthusiastic.

Jiang Kainan said: "Brother, if you go to the cafeteria late, there will only be leftovers left."

In the following time, Zheng Zhao went to school while learning sketching.Watching Zheng Beilan and Bai Bingxin go head-to-head every day, it was interesting at the beginning, but boring after watching too much, but it is worth mentioning the biology class, human anatomy.It turns out that people have two brains, left and right, and they act independently. No wonder he often contradicts what he says.

Zheng Zhao is relatively free here, but Zheng Beilan stays up late every night studying until two o'clock in the morning, drinking Red Bull black coffee when he is extremely sleepy.

It's ridiculous to always have to prove that you are more in line with other expectations.

Soon, knowing that the first monthly high school exam was coming, although the curriculum system of the international class was different from other classes, the tension was the same. The IB curriculum system requires students to complete six courses, including Literature and Language, Personality and Society, with a maximum score of 7 points for each course, and a full score of 42 for the six courses.

If you want to apply for TOP40 universities in country A, you need to have a score of 37 or above, and if you want to apply for TOP20-30, you need to score 39 or above.As for climbing vines, the total score of the 6 subjects must be above 40 points, plus the thesis, the total score can reach the threshold of 42 points.

After the results came out, everyone in the international class weighed their positions in their hearts, and Zheng Beilan and Bai Bingxin were next to each other again, first and second.Their farce was known to almost everyone in the school, and they enjoyed talking about it.

At the same time, students in other classes of Mingzhi Middle School discovered that the number one on the monthly list this time was not in Mingzhi Middle School, but among a student in an online class. It was a great shame.

"He must have cheated."

"Yes, I heard that there are no invigilators for exams in mountainous areas."

Although the students were talking about it, the school decided to pay the student and reward the student with free board and lodging, allowing him to come to Mingzhi School.

For a moment, the students in Mingzhi Middle School felt like they were going to meet each other.

For things like exams, a top student has the fun of a top student, and a scumbag has the fun of a scumbag.For Zheng Zhao, the most difficult thing is to face each exam question with known answers, estimate the difficulty, and answer the questions selectively, so as to get a score that is not eye-catching.

After another two months, I finished learning sketches and colors.According to the arrangement of Consultant Han, he can enter the second step to prepare the portfolio.Zheng Zhao was going to make the portfolio by himself, and he chose gemstone and metal design, so the time was a little tight.After dinner that day, he casually talked about it, and reminded that he should start learning metalworking.

"Yes, using lathes and drilling machines, not only the basis of welding these metal crafts, but also trying some new materials."

"It's easy to talk about these things, but it's quite inconvenient to keep them at home."

"Then I'll move out." Zheng Zhao said logically.

Compared with rough scrambling, he prefers to moisten things quietly and guide others to give him what he wants. This is the best way, and no one will be hurt.

"Xiao Zhao..." Mrs. Zheng looked at him when she heard the words, suddenly feeling a little bit reluctant.

Author has something to say: Gazzaniga and Sperry ask split-brain patients what they want to be a career. One patient says he wants to be a draftsman, but his left hand spells out an entirely different answer by touch: racing cars hand.

Catching bugs, and short stories that I wanted to put in the text but didn't.

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