When I was in Reply 1988

Chapter 810 What is your dream?
The students looked gloomy and their good mood disappeared in an instant.

Teacher Liu cursed softly, "You bastards, you only know how to play. The college entrance examination is coming soon. The exam that will determine your whole life is coming."

Liu Donglong muttered softly: "Primary school exams are exams that determine your life, junior high school exams are exams that determine your life, and so are high school exams. There are many things that determine your life."

Li Renyong turned around and said, "Speak louder. Teacher Liu can't hear you."

Liu Donglong shut up.

Teacher Liu glanced at the students and said, "One last thing. Thursday is the school anniversary day. Everyone should wear school uniforms on that day. Shanyu, you will speak on behalf of the students. Okay, that's all. I'm leaving now. You guys should study hard."

Many people think that Li Renyong is also qualified to speak on stage, but he is not a member of the student union and does not hold any position.

On things like school anniversary, it would be better for the student union president to go on stage.

Li Renyong doesn't care about these things.

After Teacher Liu left, the classroom returned to peace, but no one knew whether everyone was at peace in their hearts.

Everyone has different ideas when looking at the volunteer form in their hands.

The top students and the poor students have two different expressions.

After class at noon, everyone started to eat.

Li Renyong opened the lunch box. There were two layers in total, with fried yellow croaker, egg cake and cabbage kimchi on the top, and a bowl of tofu soup on the bottom.

Liu Donglong took a look and said, "Isn't this done by Aunt Huili?"

Li Renyong glanced at him and asked, "How do you know?"

Liu Donglong smiled and said, "You usually have stir-fried dishes for lunch, rarely this."

No wonder he is the “life mentor” in the alley, he is so thoughtful.

Li Renyong smiled and said, "Aunt Yihua did it."

Mike took out a bowl of instant noodles from his schoolbag, filled it with hot water and started to cook.

"What universities and majors did you write down as your favorites?"

Liu Donglong picked up the instant noodles and poured some soup into his bowl: "I wrote the law department of Seoul National University."

Be confident.

As for whether you can pass the exam, that is another matter.

Mike complained: "Crazy."

Liu Donglong scratched his butt and said, "Didn't you say to write about your favorite university? I like Seoul National University."

Mike took the chopsticks and stirred the instant noodles a few times.

"It's up to you. It's your dad's turn anyway."

Zhenghuan said, "I think this guy is the type who deserves a beating."

Sunwoo interrupted, “Yes, I think Teacher Liu is very pitiful recently.”

He took a bite of rice, felt the saltiness in his mouth, and quickly picked up the water and took a sip.

Li Renyong didn't say anything, but he was wondering whether Paula had finished the exam and what she had eaten.

Liu Donglong looked at them and said, "Do you want to go out tonight?"

Zhenghuan said, "Just today, Ayong, do you want to go with us?"

Li Renyong looked up and said, "Where are you going?"

Liu Donglong said: "DECO!"

Mike raised his voice and shouted, "DECO? Tower Hotel, is there a dance competition today?"

Li Renyong knew this place.

A very decent nightclub, but not for students.

There are many types of nightclubs, with all kinds of styles.

For example, Club Eden was the earliest nightclub in Seoul, and later Octagon became a landmark building.

These are relatively serious.

Liu Donglong said: "Do you know what the prize for first place in the dance competition is?"

Sunwoo's curiosity was aroused: "What is it?"

Liu Donglong first whetted everyone's appetite, and then said, "An SL."

SL is a luxury sports car series under the Mercedes-Benz brand.

In this era, it is considered a high-end vehicle.

There was a sound of inhalation.

Sunwoo said, “Look at the scale. The national competition is different.”

Jung Hwan nudged Li Renyong with his arm and asked, "Would you like to go together tonight?"

Li Renyong nodded and said, "If there is nothing else, go."

Liu Donglong smiled and said, "Then I'll go."

Mike put down the instant noodles, rubbed his hands together and stood up. "Actually, I'm pretty good at dancing."

He struck some strange dance poses and made odd noises from his mouth, as if he was accompanying himself.

Jung Hwan said with disdain, "What kind of dance is this?"

Liu Donglong said: "Who is doing the robot dance recently?"

To be honest, Li Renyong really couldn't tell that this was a robotic dance.

Mike said: "I recently changed to another one, hey~hey~"

I guess I learned it from watching TV shows.

Although the dance was not very good, it made everyone laugh.

Liu Donglong said, "What era is this dance from? You've been obsessed with motorcycles lately and don't understand what kind of dance is popular now. Hip-hop is popular these days."

Is hip-hop popular so early?
Li Renyong kept in mind that Paula still owed her a dance.

After the exam, let her dance this.

……

night.

Ssangmundong Girls' High School.

There was peace in the classroom.

Nangong Yimeng was still sleeping.

Wang Zixian is helping her braid her hair.

Neither of them was studying.

Deok Sun looked constipated, as if she wanted to defecate but couldn't.

There is a form on the desk.

"Applying for university and majors in 90"

She is in a difficult situation now and has no idea which university she can get into.

When Lee Il-hwa stopped calling her Soo-yeon that day, both mother and daughter were very sad.

Deok-sun didn't want to make her mother sad anymore.

Which university can I go to?
With her scores, it's good enough that she can go to college.

"Zu Xian~"

Wang Zixian ignored her and focused on braiding Nangong Yimeng's hair.

"Hey, Joey Wong!"

"Ok?"

"What is your aspiration?"

"Me? A beautician."

A smile appeared on Wang Zixian's face.

Poor students also have their own happiness.

She twirled the ends of her hair and said happily, "Look, my braided hair is really perfect. Sister, please get up and take a look."

Nangong Yimeng was sleeping and ignored her.

Wang Zixian continued to shout: "Hurry up and get up. I said your hair is very beautiful. Come and take a look."

Nangong Yimeng raised his head expressionlessly, then lay down on the desk and continued to sleep.

Wang Zixian was full of dissatisfaction, as the person concerned had not seen his work.

She leaned close to Nangong Yimeng's ear and whispered, "Sister, the teacher asked you to get up and bring four million yuan for three years of hotel expenses. You girl, I'll strip all your hair off."

Deok-sun didn't get the answer she wanted, so she turned to look at the class monitor.

"What about you? What's your dream?"

The monitor glanced at her and then looked at the volunteer form on the table.

"That's not a dream. It's asking you to write the name of the university."

When it comes to college, everyone has their own answer.

Paula wants to get into the college she wants and do what she wants to do.

Some people simply want to go to college and then find a good job.

The squad leader is this kind of person.

Maybe she has a dream, but it is definitely not to go to college.

"I know that too. I'm just asking. I don't have any college to write about."

(End of this chapter)