Restart life

Chapter 12 0011 [Senior Zhang Wei, I found you! ]

The last class in the morning.

Ideology and politics.

Teacher Gao Zhan sat on the podium, cigarette in his mouth, completely unaware that the school bell had rung, and he felt at ease staying in class and bragging:
"...So, this is a question of quality. The quality of China's citizens still needs to be improved. When I attended the county people's congress this year, I proposed installing street lights on Ginkgo Road. What was the result?"

"The streetlights haven't even been installed for half a year, and already the wires are being pulled out and sold as scrap! It's so dark out there that accidents are easy to happen. Just as I expected, someone was hit and killed by a truck last night. It was a cyclist who came out of the alley and got run over by the truck, his head exploding instantly..."

"Look at the quality of Americans. No matter how long the streetlights have been there, no one will steal the wires. Americans have credit scores, and people use credit cards. If you violate social rules and regulations, your credit points will be deducted, and you won't be able to use your credit card..."

All the students in the class were listening attentively, and many of them had longing looks on their faces.

Lighthouse!
Chen Guiliang couldn't help but hold back his laughter when he heard this.

These days, the stereotype is this: nothing about China is good, and even a pile of shit from abroad smells good.

But we have to admit that China at this time does still have countless flaws.

Those beautiful descriptions of the chaos abroad have turned into public opinion to spur the Chinese people to make continuous progress.

Until one day, the situation began to reverse.

Before I knew it, Gao Zhan had already stayed in class for seven or eight minutes. He didn't teach any serious knowledge, but just kept bragging the whole time.

After finishing another cigarette, Gao Zhan finally said, "get out of class dismissed!"

As if the starting gun had sounded at a track and field meet, a group of students rushed out of the classroom.

If you don't run faster, there will only be leftovers in the cafeteria.

Chen Guiliang stood up slowly and said to Bian Guanyue, "I asked for you during the break. There are three bicycle shops next to each other on Chongwen Street."

"Thank you." Bian Guanyue said.

Chen Guiliang did not offer to accompany her to buy a car.

Because with Bian Guanyue's personality, she would definitely refuse, and would also think that Chen Guiliang was meddling.

Chen Guiliang simply warned: "If you plan to ride a bicycle to and from school, it's best to go with a classmate. Especially after evening self-study classes, it's very dangerous for a girl to ride a bicycle home alone."

Zheng Feng was elusive: "There's a very dangerous stretch of road from the school to the back streets. It's the area between No. 7 Middle School and West Lake. There are a lot of internet cafes, billiard halls, and roller skating rinks around it, and the streetlights in the middle of the road are broken. There are often bad students from No. 7 Middle School and hooligans from society wandering around there at night."

This is a very serious question.

The social security in the early 2000s was only slightly better than in the 90s.

In Chen Guiliang's memory, there was a murder case the next year that occurred in a street of Internet cafes near the school.

A laid-off female worker who had just found a new job was riding her bicycle home at night when she was robbed by a few thugs. The woman only had a dozen yuan with her, and the thugs were angry that it was too little, so they stabbed her to vent their anger.

The femoral artery was punctured and he died from excessive blood loss!

Bian Guanyue thought about it and felt a little scared: "Then I'd better take the car."

Zheng Feng quickly said, "Classmate Bian, I can protect you. Let's ride home together and call a few other boys. If we have more people, the hooligans won't dare to mess around."

"No need. Thank you for your kindness." Bian Guanyue said.

Zheng Feng was actually very happy when he was rejected because Bian Guanyue said six words to him.

Not only does the dialogue have more words, but it also includes a thank you.

Li Jun listened to their conversation and said with disdain, "What are you afraid of? My uncle is a police officer. If you encounter thugs in the future, tell him my uncle's name and they will get away quickly!"

Bian Guanyue didn't respond and left silently with her schoolbag.

The county town is not big, so day students usually go home for dinner.

Of course, the situation changes in the second semester of senior year. During the Gaokao sprint, there is only half an hour for lunch, including the waiting time.

Zheng Feng quickly caught up and followed behind Bian Guanyue as a flower protector.

Xie Yang came over at some point and stared at Zheng Feng's back with disdain: "He's just a fucking follower."

Chen Guiliang chuckled.

Because he knew that the more Zheng Feng followed him like this, the more annoyed Bian Guanyue would become.

Li Jun grabbed his schoolbag and left. He had been ignored by Bian Guanyue so many times that he was already feeling discouraged. He was planning to find a new target. Ou Yafei from the next class was a good choice. I heard that Ou Yafei had just broken up with her boyfriend.

Chen Guiliang and Xie Yang went to the cafeteria together. Halfway there, the campus radio suddenly sounded.

A junior schoolmate, in a sweet, broadcasting voice, gave a hollow yet flowery opening remark, then quickly got to the point: "Tao Xue from Class 10, Grade 1, requested Jay Chou's song 'Coward' for Zhang Wei from Class 1, Grade 3. Her blessing was, 'Senior Zhang Wei, you better not get caught by me!'"

Xie Yang asked doubtfully, "Is there anyone named Zhang Wei in Class 1?"

Chen Guiliang smiled and said, "Maybe he transferred here this year."

Both of them studied in Class 1 before the division into arts and science, and are very familiar with the situation in Class 1.

The two of them headed to the cafeteria and quickly finished their lunch.

Chen Guiliang neither returned to the classroom nor went to the dormitory for lunch break, but walked towards the school gate.

Xie Yang didn't ask him what he was going to do, but just followed him with his hands in his pockets.

After leaving the school gate and walking for a few minutes, Chen Guiliang entered a pharmacy.

Xie Yang finally couldn't help but ask: "Are you buying medicine?"

"Weigh yourself."

Chen Guiliang stepped onto the scale, looked at the dashboard and said, "I'm already 114.3 kilograms. The results are exceeding my expectations. I'll try to increase my weight to 125 kilograms in a month."

After saying that, Chen Guiliang turned around and walked out of the pharmacy, and returned to school without doing anything.

"Grass!"

"Why the hell am I following you?"

Xie Yang cursed and quickly chased after him.

When they returned to the dormitory for a nap, a girl with short hair was looking for someone in the classroom.

"Classmate, do you know a tall and thin boy?"

"What is your name?"

"Zhang Wei. Hmm...it could be another name. He said he was from Class 1, Grade 3, but there's no such person in Class 1, Grade 3."

"There are so many tall and thin ones. I don't know which one you're looking for."

"He's the very thin one. He was selling books at the newsstand a few days ago. He has a very good literary foundation and can comment on 'Dream of the Red Chamber' off the cuff. He tricked me into buying books and always welcomed me to discuss literature, but the names he gave were all fake."

"I'm not sure, go ask someone else."

……

"what!"

Chen Guiliang yawned, stretched and sat up in bed.

I had a good sleep.

Chen Guiliang felt speechless as he felt what was going on below.

I was just taking a nap, but when I woke up I was fucking erect.

Youth!
"What time is it?" Chen Guiliang asked.

Xie Yang was sleeping soundly.

Yang Hao, who was in bed number 6, replied, "There are still 40 minutes until class starts."

Chen Guiliang waited until the thing softened before jumping down from the upper bunk. He found that the seams of his pants were torn, so he borrowed a sewing kit from Yang Hao.

It was a hard high school life, I even had to sew my own clothes.

After not doing needlework for twenty years, Chen Guiliang's skills had become a little outdated, and he sewed the pants crookedly.

I have to fall in love quickly and find a girl to sew pants for me.

Can Bian Guanyue sew pants?

If she can't, let her practice more.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Chen Guiliang put on his pants and kicked the iron bed frame several times.

Xie Yang was so frightened that he woke up from his dream, sat up and asked, "Is there an earthquake?"

"It's time for class." Chen Guiliang turned and walked out of the dormitory.

Xie Yang was so angry that he yelled, "You crazy lunatic!"

Yang Hao laughed out loud.

……

Bian Guanyue and Zheng Feng entered the classroom one after another.

Not like a couple.

More like a rich lady and her lackeys.

Before Bian Guanyue reached her seat, she saw a girl with short hair sitting next to Chen Guiliang.

She didn't think much about it and thought it was from her class.

"Hello there!"

Tao Xue took the initiative to wave and say hello.

"Hello." Bian Guanyue responded and sat down.

Tao Xue smiled and said, "Senior sister, you are so beautiful."

Bian Guanyue said, "Thank you."

Tao Xue asked again, "Senior, you're Chen Guiliang's deskmate. Is he full of lies?"

"Hmm?" Bian Guanyue didn't understand.

Tao Xue said, "He tricked me into buying 'Dream of the Red Chamber' a few days ago, and also tricked our dorm into buying a lot of magazines. He also said his name was Zhang Wei and that he had been the president of the literature club. But I asked, and there's no president of the literature club named Zhang Wei!"

Bian Guanyue's curiosity was aroused, and she asked, "How much money did he cheat you out of?"

"A little over ten yuan," Tao Xue said, adding, "It's not a scam, it's just tricking us into buying his books. Actually, his books are all very good, and they include his annotations of his thoughts on the books. I've read them, and the annotations are really good."

"Since you haven't been cheated of your money, why are you looking for him?" asked Bian Guanyue.

Tao Xue said excitedly, "He deceived me! He said he and Guo Xiaosi were good friends and told me to talk to him about literature anytime. But his name was fake. I even wanted to ask him for Guo Xiaosi's QQ number!"

"Just wait patiently." Bian Guanyue lost interest.

Zheng Feng had been eavesdropping for a while, then turned around and said, "He definitely doesn't know Guo Xiaosi."

Tao Xue said angrily: "Liar!"

While they were talking, Chen Guiliang had already walked over.

He saw that Tao Xue was not flustered and said calmly, "Junior sister, you look so beautiful today. Did you get your hair done?"

"You think this hairstyle is nice too?"

Tao Xue had been planning to come and accuse him, but she brightened up after hearing this: "We have a day off today to free up the classroom for the high school exams. When I got my hair done this morning, I specifically chose this hairstyle; I heard it's very popular in Korea."

Chen Guiliang praised: "This hairstyle suits you very well. It is refreshing and has an artistic touch."

"I think so too!"

After a few words, Tao Xue was no longer angry. Instead, she thought that Chen Guiliang was very appreciative and started chattering about interesting things.

Bian Guanyue, who was buried in a book, looked up at Chen Guiliang and then at the complacent Tao Xue, feeling like a little white rabbit meeting a big bad wolf.

I was led by the nose the whole time.

The topic quickly turned to literature. Tao Xue said, "Last night I read Wang Xiaobo's 'A Maverick Pig' and it resonated with me. I felt like I was a pig too, but not as brave as Wang Xiaobo's pig."

Chen Guiliang readily addressed these questions: "It's normal for you to empathize. The core idea of ​​this article is 'anti-discipline.' French philosopher Michel Foucault believed that 'discipline' originally referred to the control that prisons exercise over prisoners. He then compared schools, hospitals, and other institutions to prisons, arguing that the prison model has permeated every corner of modern society. Now that you're in school, you're part of the discipline..."

The more Tao Xue listened, the more surprised she became: "Senior, you know so much!"

Chen Guiliang laughed and said, "I'm also a maverick. I'm still on probation. You can go and find out what I've been doing in school these past two years."

Tao Xue said admiringly, "I've asked around. The senior's experience is quite remarkable. He even put up a big-character poster on the door of the principal's office, using rotten soup from the cafeteria."

"Don't follow my example," Chen Guiliang warned. "When you grow up, you'll understand that the discipline of school is a kind of happiness that will never be repeated in this life."

Tao Xue asked, "Why is it a kind of happiness?"

Chen Guiliang said, "Because this kind of discipline comes from good intentions and is too gentle. It will be difficult to find such kindness and gentleness in the future. Those people in society are truly cannibalistic."

Tao Xue didn't quite understand what he said, but that didn't stop her from thinking that Chen Guiliang was very capable.

The two chatted until class was almost over. Tao Xue waved goodbye cheerfully, "Senior Zhang Wei, I had a great time today. I'll talk to you about literature next time."

call!
Chen Guiliang breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting rid of this school girl.

Don't touch literary girls, they all have some mental problems.

Chen Guiliang himself is a literary youth, and he understands his kind very well.

Bian Guan Yue suddenly asked without warning: "Who is Michel Foucault?"

Chen Guiliang said: "A homosexual who died of AIDS and was also a senior mental patient."

Bianguanyue: "..."

(End of this chapter)