Sand sculpture and salted fish want to fall in love [Rebirth]

With only 5 minutes left before the start of the competition class, Shen Gubei hurried to the classroom.

He ran too fast to pay attention to the opposite corridor.

When turning a corner into the classroom, I accidentally bumped into someone coming from the opposite side.

"Ouch!" The man slammed into the door frame and wailed in pain.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" Shen Gubei quickly apologized and reached out to help him.

After seeing the glasses on the bridge of the other's nose clearly, he recognized that it was Meng Jiajia who was ranked fourth in the school examination and did not get a place in the competition.

"Why are you here?" Shen Gu Bei asked smoothly.

Seeing him, Meng Jiajia's eyes flickered, and she stammered and replied, "I'm coming to Fuxi to make up lessons, and the teacher asked me to listen to the competition class by the way."

Meng Jiajia did go to the city every week to make up lessons, Shen Gubei looked at Meng Jiajia silently, and didn't say much.

They entered the classroom at the same time and walked in two directions respectively.

The students who participated in the competition from all over the province gathered in the big classroom, and looking around, they were densely packed with people.

Wei Qin and Yuan Hai came early to give Shen Gubei a good position in advance.Impartially in the center of the front row, the absolute C position of the entire classroom.

"Why did you come here?" Wei Qin beckoned him over, "I thought you were going to be late, and I was so anxious."

Shen Gubei explained, "Meet an acquaintance on the road, let's say hello and delay."

"Which acquaintance? Meng Jiajia?" Yuan Hai saw Meng Jiajia who entered the classroom at the same time, and thought that Shen Gubei wasted time greeting him.

With an expression on his face, Shen Gubei answered silently with the eyes of "Do you think it's possible?"

"Uh, just kidding." Yuan Hai found a way for himself, and brought the topic to Meng Jiajia, "Speaking of which, doesn't he have no quota? Why do you come to the competition class?"

Wei Qin: "That's right. Teacher Zhang said that only those who have confirmed the competition quota can attend the class."

Shen Gubei has rich experience in life, so he guessed the reason instantly, "He should have found another channel."

"Ah?!" The two young classmates were not deeply involved in the world, hadn't experienced a few unfair competitions, and were confused on each other's faces.

Yuan Hai: "However, the grade leader said that our school only has three places."

Wei Qin: "That's right, there are three every year."

"Don't think too much, listen to the class first." Shen Gubei knocked on the table, motioning them to look ahead.

——Actually, from the perspective of Shen Gubei, the whole matter is easy to figure out.

Meng Jiajia lost the election, and he and Liu Hongmei must have been unwilling, so they looked for other channels to get a spot.

Qingli Middle School has a fixed number of places for the three competitions, and he is not that capable of changing the rules of the provincial competition.

In other words, Meng Jiajia's quota will definitely squeeze out one of them.

Who will be squeezed out?

In the school exam, Wei Qin ranked No.3, and she was more dangerous according to her ranking.

But if Liu Hongmei is involved in the middle...

Shen Gubei narrowed his eyes slightly and came to a conclusion.

The places that are squeezed out must be their own.

Provincial competitions get the rankings, and the college entrance examination will have corresponding extra points.Moreover, as long as they successfully enter the national competition, there will be high-level teachers to train them.

Qingli's education resources are backward, and even basic knowledge is taught so-so.If Shen Gubei wants to be admitted to Qingbei, he must get a better education and strive for more opportunities for extra points.

This competition is very important to him.

Shen Gubei held the pen, tapped the tip of the pen on the table, and focused on thinking about the countermeasures.

"The student in the middle," Teacher Competition looked straight at Shen Gubei, "Please stand up and answer the question just now."

Shen Gubei raised his face, met the teacher's gaze, and slowly stood up.

——Which question was it just now?

Yuan Hai covered his face with a book and reminded in a low voice, "How to get good grades in the competition."

"Thank you." Shen Gubei cleared his throat after receiving the reminder, "I think good grades require talent, hard work, mentality and luck."

Upon hearing the answer, the teacher smiled and said, "Your answer was impeccable, but it exposed the fact that you didn't listen to my lecture."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Shen Gubei immediately admitted his mistake.

"I appreciate your answer, and I hope you will give me some attention to grasp this big class." The teacher was not angry, and imitated Shen Gubei's tone, "Good grades require talent, hard work, mentality and luck. At the same time, A good teacher in the journey of life can also make you get twice the result with half the effort. Next, we will talk about the examination method, please take notes carefully. First of all..."

The teacher signaled Shen Gubei to sit down and continued to talk about the content of the competition.

Shen Gubei sat back quietly, put away his thoughts for the time being, and picked up a pen to record the key points.

At the end of the three big classes, Shen Gubei finished writing half of the notebook.

The teacher who called his name called Shen Gubei over specially to check the contents of his notes.

"The handwriting is beautiful and worthy of praise." The teacher returned the notebook, "Do you know why I named you?"

"Because I didn't attend class?"

"You are not the only student who didn't attend the class, but you sat in the most prominent position and conveyed the message of 'wanting to study hard' to me, but you were blatantly distracted. I reasonably suspect that you want to attract my attention."

Shen Gubei immediately denied it, explaining that a classmate helped to occupy the seat.

"So that's the case, I misunderstood." The teacher looked straight at him, "Actually, there is another reason for the roll call. Your eyes look very creative."

"Teacher, have your students ever said that the way you praise people is abstract."

The teacher replied cryptically, "I haven't said it to my face."

As for privately, who knows how the students talk about the teacher.

After the competition teacher finished talking to Shen Gubei, he gave him the test questions and tutorial books used in class, "These are internal textbooks, you take them back and work hard with your classmates."

"...give it all to me?"

"Well." The teacher told him seriously, "Actually, the schools in small places do not perform very well in each competition. It is not your own fault. It is that every school in the city conducts competition training. There are two or three original or similar questions in the internal questions, so rural schools have no competition at all.”

"I think that since it is a game, it should be fair and just. In international competitions, early runs will be sent off." The teacher said, sighing, "It's a pity that I can do too little, and there is no way to get rid of early runs." If you are pulling back to the starting line, you can only talk as much as possible to pull you forward."

"Thank you." Shen Gubei solemnly thanked, "Don't worry, the real champion will never lose to the black whistle."

Walking out of the school, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a sense of suffocation enveloped the earth.

It looks like it's going to rain. If the rain is too heavy, the bus back to Qingli in the evening will be canceled temporarily.

Shen Gubei quickened his pace and took a small path towards the wholesale market, lest the little trash wait too long.

Passing through the dark and damp alley, Shen Gubei poked his head out, and heard a crackling sound of fighting beside him.

Large streams of dark red blood fell to the ground, staining the asphalt dark red.

The pouring rain washed away the blood, and washed the blood to Shen Gubei's feet.

He looked down, and then at the group of fighting people.

The leader had a hideous knife scar on his right cheek, and the wound was torn apart during the fight, and his face was covered with blood.He didn't seem to feel the pain, and he struck hard and fast, as if desperate.

The other group of fighters finally succumbed and left cursing.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, but the scene did not become quiet.The man who had been hiding behind others came out, slapped Brother Scar twice on the head, and cursed him as a waste.

"What's the point of me paying you to hire you? To deal with some brats, and almost put me in it, bah!" As he spoke, he spit on Brother Scar's face, got into the car and drove away.

The rain was heavier, Brother Scar wiped his face indiscriminately, his hands were covered with blood.

He took out the cigarette case irritably, but the lighter couldn't be lit in the rain.Turning around and looking around, he found Shen Gubei under the eaves facing the street.

"Hey, borrow a fire."

Shen Gubei faced the blood dripping directly, and replied calmly, "I don't smoke."

"Oh, it really is a brat." Brother Scar walked towards him, just chewing dryly with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Seeing that he was bleeding profusely, Shen Gubei asked kindly.

"I can't go. If you tell the doctor that I gathered a crowd to fight and heal the injury, I will be involved in the bureau." He squatted against the wall, looking at the torrential rain, and didn't know who to talk to, "Is it ridiculous? I thought there were many brothers." You can dominate the situation, but in this world, after all, it depends on money, and the rich are the masters."

"Ah."

"The life of licking blood with knife-edge in movies is very comfortable. In fact, I am scared every day, and there is no way out. If one day I can't move anymore, maybe..." Brother Scar bit half of his cigarette butt, and looked up at the sky in a daze .

"You should have a more suitable listener for your words."

——It should be said to a certain idiot, so that he can cut off his boring dream of "carrying the handle".

"If you don't want to hear it, just pretend I didn't say it, and I don't know how to be so hypocritical today." Brother Scar supported his knees and tried to stand up several times.However, due to excessive blood loss, his head became dizzy, and he fell back to his seat.

Shen Gubei stared at him coldly, and suddenly asked, "How old are you this year?"

"22."

"...I can't tell." Shen Gubei thought that he was at least in his 30s.

Brother Scar was connoted, and the gloom in his heart became speechless.

Shen Gubei asked again, "What about the name?"

"Peng Ye."

"Borrow five yuan." Shen Gubei reached out to him, took his ID card and five yuan, and turned to enter the small Internet cafe next to him.

Not long after, he came out of the Internet cafe and handed Peng Ye a lighter and a note.

There were two strings of numbers quietly lying on the note.

"In the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, make these two phone calls and ask them whether Peng Ye's registration form has been approved."

"What's the name?"

"You knew it in the past, you decide whether to stay or not." Shen Gubei told him, "Before the end of life, the right to choose is always in your hands."

Peng Ye held the note and remained silent.

"Also, I will keep today's matter a secret for you." Shen Gubei patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "Don't worry, when you return to Dongliu Village, you are still Brother Scar who has hundreds of younger brothers under his command."

Peng Ye:? ? ?

This kid deserves a beating.

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