Age of Legends

Chapter 29 Call it a day
In the class, faces turned to look at me one after another.

Zheng Xue said to Shen Nuo, "This is Zhang Chen, right? He has such literary talent?"

Shen Nuoyi was also a little confused. She also wrote about growth, with gorgeous words and great style, but in terms of depth, she was far inferior.

Tian Jiayi's eyes lit up, showing a state of confusion and doubt. She liked to read good articles, but this good article should come from the talented Peng Xin, or the high school student writer who was on the essay list every year. Even if this essay today came from Li Runjia, she pinched her nose and accepted it.

But I didn't expect it was Zhang Chen.

In fact, Zhang Chen felt a little regretful after writing this. Other people were fine, but he was most afraid that people who knew him and knew what kind of person he was in the past would doubt him because of these changes. Zhang Chen was not afraid of whether the doubts were scientific, but he was afraid that the other party would doubt his life.

I'm talking about you, Wang Shuowei.

As expected, Wang Shuowei stared at Zhang Chen with his eyes wide open. After a moment, he said, "Fuck you, you are so awesome! You actually wrote something that Wu Pingyang and the whole class recited!"

Well... I was just worrying too much.

The one who is even more unconvinced is the talented Peng Xin.

He thought that he had written well enough this time and his writing was also impressive, but after listening to Zhang Chen's article, he felt that the words were simple but powerful, and he could feel the power of it.

This is what the strong have in common. You can tell whether something is good or not by just looking at it.

It's not that he was dissatisfied with the essay. On the contrary, he was quite convinced and thought he couldn't write about such a feeling.

What he was not convinced about was that the article came from Zhang Chen.

Who is Zhang Chen?

Since high school, Wu Pingyang has never read an article in public.

In fact, Wu Pingyang did not praise Peng Xin's essays many times, maybe only two or three times. It was not because of anything else, but because Peng Xin paid too much attention to the writing style, quoted classics, and showed off his knowledge.

Wu Pingyang wanted to make it educational because he knew that most students could not do what Peng Xin did, who loved reading since childhood and had accumulated so many classics. So he wanted to encourage students in his class to write essays based on their true emotions and write works that touched people's hearts.

Peng Xin knew that Wu Pingyang did not read his composition, but this did not stop Peng Xin from thinking that his writing was good enough and awesome enough, and this was where his confidence came from.

But Zhang Chen, how could he write such good things?

So when the get out of class was over, Peng Xin suddenly put down his book and went out.

In fact, most people noticed that Peng Xin looked unhappy.

Zhang Chen’s limelight today also made many people look at Peng Xin and at the two of them.

Because everyone in the class knew that Peng Xin was a good writer, but this time they also felt that Zhang Chen's writing was no worse than Peng Xin's.

So these two people seemed to have suddenly become the focus of people's attention, two opposites.

But I didn't expect Peng Xin to put down the book and go out.

Peng Xin walked around the flowerbed downstairs and came back before class. When he returned to the classroom, he went straight to Zhang Chen's desk and saw Zhang Chen doing his homework.

Zhang Chen!

I’m actually doing practice questions!
Peng Xin was stunned for a moment. After making sure that he was not seeing a ghost, he could not help but raise his highly myopic glasses. Behind the glasses, he stared at Zhang Chen with his eyes wide open and said, "Fuck, Zhang Chen, how could you write such a good diploma!?"

This statement seems to be nonsensical, irrational and childish.

But he was straightforward and expressed all of Peng Xin's feelings at the moment.

Because Peng Xin usually speaks in a bold and frank manner, his classmates are used to it and understand his mood at the moment.

So everyone looked at the two of them.

Zhang Chen looked at Peng Xin and thought of this talented man who had left a deep impression on him, and blurted out.

"I eat grass. This grass does not grow except in pure land.

It will not bloom unless it encounters nectar.

It won't last long unless the air is clean and the sky is clear!"

Buzz! There was a sound.

Peng Xin's head was buzzing along with the school bell, like the sound of Huang Zhong and Da Lu.

As the bell rang, the people around him were also stunned. Peng Xin gave Zhang Chen a thumbs up, turned around and left, returning to his seat in a submissive manner, and from then on regarded Zhang Chen as his soulmate.

Zhang Chen's words seemed to have hit him directly in the deepest part of his heart.

If he had been looking for his favorite words, he could find them in historical books, in the writings of literati, and in the long river of time, but he could not find them, as they were always a little short of the mark.

Then this sentence hit his heart directly.

He found it.

Zhang Chen saw him return to his seat, straighten his body, take out his notebook and start copying, looking like he had behaved himself.

Zhang Chen thought to himself, old classmate, these are the words you wrote in my yearbook back then.

How can you not impress yourself?

Many years later, are you still as strong as ever?
……

Shen Nuoyi was not in the yearbook of that year. Zhang Chen thought that this time in his life, this page should not be absent again.

I hope Shen Nuoyi can write a lot of memories in his yearbook.

When he thought of this, he subconsciously looked at Shen Nuoyi.

The latter raised her phoenix eyes, parted her red lips, and tsk- ...

The years are vast, and I have a lot to say to you.

……

2000. The dreamlike new century has arrived.

Microsoft released Windows 2000, replacing Windows 98.

Apple will not launch its operating system, Mac OS, until next year.

At that time, Internet cafes still used dial-up networks, and the most popular chat tool was oicq, which would only be officially changed to qq in the second half of the year.

This year, everything is surging and growing wildly.

The waves are surging and people's hearts are agitated.

Time goes on at Yude High School, and the final exams and adjust-up exams were here at the end of January.

Because the preliminary logistical preparations had been in place and the review and training had come to an end, Zhang Chen, who had regained some of his strength from his previous life, had a head-on battle with this final exam.

In the past, revolutionary predecessors "conquered Rongcheng and ate rice."

Later, Zhang Chen will fight for the final exam of Yude.

The former disturbed the warlords' foundation and encountered strong resistance and was defeated; the outcome of the latter is still unknown.

As soon as we started, we knew that this test set by the Municipal Education Commission was a tough battle.

So he concentrated his firepower on the three battlefields of mathematics, English and Chinese.

In the chemistry and physics area, we adopt the strategy of stealing small questions, enlarging questions, stealing small and enlarging, and guerrilla warfare. We will never waste time on big questions and squander our limited combat power. We should use our judgment, which is famous for itself, to determine which questions can be beaten, which questions can be solved with gritted teeth, and which questions are hard bones to resolutely change strategies and run away as soon as possible.

I didn’t have such a smooth journey in the math battle, but that was okay. I had expected it. How could I regain all my skills in just 20 days? So I fought and retreated when facing a few tough math questions, and finally covered up most of the integrity of the paper.

In high school math, if you can finish 90% of the questions, you are at the top level.

In English, we developed the spirit of fighting with experience and barriers, and we advanced step by step and achieved the greatest results. However, we were careless and missed a few confusing listening questions.

In terms of language, he is still moderate and conservative. He is not so good at understanding the author's intention, but he is better than others in understanding the ancient literary works.

Finally, with the utmost energy and willpower, I rushed into the essay contest. Facing the thinking questions given to high school students, I wrote a great essay.

Finish work.

Calm and relaxed.

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Awooo, why is it gone?

I'm writing. I'm writing.
(End of this chapter)