Young Again

Chapter 3 There is no woman in my heart

Chen Wang always believed that his poor grades were due to not studying hard enough.

To be precise, I didn't learn anything at all.

Everything is just starting from scratch.

But looking at the weekly math test paper he had just taken and scored 58 points on, he deeply felt the powerlessness and defenselessness after facing the reality.

What is very cruel is that he, who returned from the age of 29, couldn’t understand it at all!
In other words, I was able to get that B score only after I had learned and had a certain foundation.

In mathematics, I can understand slightly simpler geometry, but functions are a complete bummer.

As for Chinese, I still remember some of the poems I memorized, so it is not difficult to read them again, but I have almost forgotten the method of doing the questions.

Don't even mention English. It was never good back then. Now my English is at a very elementary level and my vocabulary is extremely limited.

Fortunately, history had no impact at all, after all, boys generally have a natural love for this subject. In addition, I have accumulated knowledge from watching historical dramas and watching Douyin, which is even better than before. I have a deeper understanding of some historical events. I just need to sort out the time of major events.

There is no need to talk about politics, just memorize it.

At that time, I didn't understand monsoons, ocean currents, longitudes and latitudes, anticlines and synclines, etc. This was the difficulty.

If you really study hard during this period and don't stop being a lazy dog who deceives yourself, you should be at least better than you are now. After all, your starting point is really too low.

Well, it will win.

"Were you really that shocked?"

Zhao Tingting next to her leaned over, looking puzzled.

“If you don’t study hard when you are young, you will regret it when you are old.”

Chen Wang said to her who was also at the junior college level.

Zhao Tingting showed a look of contempt: "Why are you pretending? I have never seen you do your homework by yourself!"

“I was young and ignorant at the time.”

"Were you threatened by Lao Jiang?" Zhao Tingting asked with great interest, "What did he say about you? Did he give you a death order?"

"Learning is for yourself, what does it have to do with the teacher?"

"Tsk, forget it if you don't want to talk." Zhao Tingting pursed her lips and showed no reaction.

Looking at my deskmate who was full of disdain for my noble sentiments, I suddenly realized the sadness of Qu Yuan's inability to fit in.

Is it impossible to survive in a bad class if you don't go along with the crowd?

Lao Jiang, I'm applying to be transferred to the liberal arts experimental class!
"So, what didn't you think clearly about why you wanted to write a love letter to that woman?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhao Tingting's voice when she said this.

"I don't know. Maybe I was possessed by a ghost at that time."

"Yeah, which boy doesn't like cute girls?"

So cute! She actually said it’s so cute!
Is this how humans have been speaking for the past few years?
Also, has it been so long?

"Don't you girls like her?" Chen Wang asked.

At this point, Zhao Tingting suddenly became excited: "You don't know how pretentious she is. When others say she is the school beauty, she becomes self-righteous and arrogant. She was still chatting and laughing before the class was divided, but when she met me again after the class was divided, she ignored me and pretended not to know me. Also, she always took the initiative to play with boys, saying things like 'Wow, you are so awesome', it's disgusting..."

It turns out that in the eyes of girls, the ostentatious An Jiani is a cup of pure green tea.

That seems to be the case.

Anjani also praised her for playing well, and even said something like "You are so cute"...

Otherwise Chen Wang wouldn’t have written love letters.

I must have had the illusion that 'she likes me' first.

After this incident, I was already very angry with An Jiani, but because she later explained to herself that she just wanted to study hard in high school, and was a little scared when she received the love letter, so she gave it to the teacher...

Chen Wang actually believed this nonsense.

And I convinced myself!

Then, he licked her for a long time. She never refused when he licked her, and she would give him sweet treats from time to time, saying good night or something like that. For a time, Chen Wang thought that maybe he could really catch up with the school belle by the time she graduated.

In the end, when he was asked to quit fighting with several high school boys who harassed her for her, all he got was: I know nothing, I'm not very familiar with Chen Wang.

That night, the bootlicker evolved into a wolf warrior.

"You should be sober now." Zhao Tingting said, "She just wants the whole school to know that someone has been pursuing her since junior high school and has even written love letters to her. She is very popular with boys and everyone loves her."

"You have a profound understanding." Chen Wang praised.

"Right, right? I'm pretty good at judging bitches."

"Who in the class is considered a bitch?"

"…Hey, what are you talking about?"

Zhao Tingting refused immediately, but after a while, she lowered her voice and said, unable to hide her desire to express herself, "I'll tell you on QQ when I get back."

"Row."

Zhao Tingting has a common characteristic among girls who are in the worst class and read romance novels - she loves to cricket other people.

However, if Chen Wang had listened to her earlier, he would not have licked her to that extent.

Those who are identified as bitches by her may not all be bitches.

But for someone like An Jiani, who gritted her teeth and even changed her facial expression when she spoke, then there is really a problem.

The break was almost over and the bell rang, signaling "five minutes until class starts."

The last class in the afternoon was Lao Jiang’s. He arrived before the class started and sat in front of the podium.

As soon as he arrived, the students in the class returned to their seats and pretended to put out their books.

Because there was no class, Lao Jiang wouldn't care even if they were talking or eating snacks.

Glancing at the back, seeing Chen Wang lowering his head and pretending to read a book seriously, Lao Jiang laughed in his heart. He had seen many people who were only enthusiastic for a short time.

It's just deceiving yourself.

The true face will be revealed in a few days. Just wait and see if you don't believe me.

Just as he was thinking this, Lao Jiang saw Chen Wang stand up, holding "Wusan" in his hand, and walk towards him.

"Teacher, I don't understand this, can you explain it to me?"

This might be the first time in Chen Wang’s life that he took the initiative to ask a question, plus that something had just happened, so several boys in the class suddenly booed.

Here's a little-known fact: studying in a poor class with basically no undergraduate talent is shameful.

There is no way to avoid it during class, but if you continue to study after class, or even take the initiative to ask questions to the teacher, you will be surrounded and ridiculed: Wow, you love to study so much!

Most people cannot bear this kind of pressure, and those who want to learn can only learn it secretly.

But Chen Wang didn't care, because this kind of behavior was not shameful at all.

And he knew very clearly that it would be difficult to improve his grades if he relied solely on himself.

There is one advantage of being in a class for poor students: there is an excess of educational resources.

Teachers whose responsible attitude is above average are very happy to give special lessons to the only few active students in the class.

This is something that the experimental class cannot do.

Lao Jiang, this mean teacher with a tuft of white hair on his head, is relatively responsible in Chen Wang's opinion.

Moreover, he actually didn't understand some of the questions he asked. He just wanted to make Lao Jiang feel that he had a "desire for knowledge".

After all, if you are in a poor class with a terrible learning atmosphere and are marginalized by the teacher, the probability of going to college is basically zero.

"What are you shushing for? Who is shushing? Get out!"

Lao Jiang's face turned pale and he started cursing.

In an instant, the class became quiet and no one dared to speak anymore.

Then he explained the topic to Chen Wang.

Use the five minutes before class starts.

During this time, he subconsciously observed Chen Wang's expression several times.

It seems that he is not pretending, and he is still thinking...

Although some of the questions asked were very stupid, Lao Jiang, who assumed that all the students in Class 8 were mentally retarded, felt that basics were more important than anything else and poor students must grasp the basics!

Just like that, the bell rang and Chen Wang walked down from the podium.

In this math class, Lao Jiang taught as usual. At the same time, he paid more attention to Chen Wang.

I found this kid was concentrating the whole time!

Is it really not just a three-minute heat...

No, look again, today isn’t even over yet!

"No, you really need to study hard? Don't scare me!" After school, Gui Jiahao came over and said with great concern.

"You must have been hurt by a woman." Zou Yu, who was holding a basketball, also joined the conversation.

"Stop studying, let's go play ball."

Today is Friday, and school ends a little early. Usually at this time, the school playground is full, so Gui Jiahao plans to take Chen Wang to stand on the playground.

However, Chen Wang ignored him and stuffed all the homework materials, "Wu San" and "New Horizons", as well as some textbooks, into his schoolbag and put it on his back: "What's the matter today? You guys have fun. I'm going to go back first."

Just like that, several people stood there in a daze, watching Chen Wang leave, feeling infinitely strange.

Chen Wang, on the other hand, is full of curiosity and fondness for this era.

The school's cement playground that has not yet been renovated, the ivy covering the back wall, and the observatory with a blue glass roof are all the same as I remember.

There is a road outside the school, and you can see several illegally operated three-wheeled motorcycles (passenger-carrying three-wheeled motorcycles with a shed at the back) on the road.

The old water plant has not been demolished yet, and there are often children running around inside.

At the corner after the intersection is a barbecue stall, where primary and secondary school students gathered together to buy fried chicken strips for 1.5 yuan.

The bookstore next to the school had not yet been hit too hard by the Internet at that time. Best-selling magazines such as "Reader", "Mengya", "Fireworks", "Special Attention", and "Zhiyin Manke" were placed in the middle of the bookstall, wrapped in a layer of plastic to prevent free readers.

When I dream about such scenes, they are always accompanied by the yellow filter of old photos and the BGM of bird poems from a music box.

Now, I truly own it.

Chen Wang walked out with a brisk pace, feeling that everything nostalgic was very novel.

Then, in front of the bus stop, he saw the man who had degenerated from a human into a monkey.

"Hey, isn't that Chen Wang?" The girl next to An Jiani saw it and said to her with a smile.

After An Jiani looked over and found out it was true, she became a little nervous.

"He seems to be walking towards this side... ah, it really is." There was even some anticipation in the girl's tone.

Seeing him coming straight towards her, An Jiani frowned, not showing any guilt, and even a little angry.

If he dares to look at me or lose his temper here again, I will never talk to him again.

An Jiani knew that this was what he feared most.

Just like that, he raised his head without giving in.

Until the distance between the two of them was reduced to one meter, and their eyes diverged after the last encounter.

Chen Wang didn't even look at her, he just walked past her, completely ignoring her...
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(End of this chapter)