Restart life

Chapter 7 0006 [To A. I can’t bear it! ]

The next morning, there was the liberal arts exam.

Chen Guiliang thought he couldn't do it, but after getting the test paper, he found that several consecutive questions were quite simple.

But as I was doing it, I became a little unsure.

It is clearly a multiple-choice question, but there seem to be several correct options.

I went through the questions over and over again and my head became numb.

After answering all the questions, Chen Guiliang felt that he had done well. With a total score of 300 for the liberal arts exam, getting 160 should be no problem.

If you review this thing seriously, it is very easy to improve your score.

Chen Guiliang handed in the paper early and returned to the dormitory to continue writing.

At noon, when he was eating in the cafeteria, the aunt serving the food had a grudge against him. She didn't give him any good look and even shook the spoon a few more times on purpose.

As it shook, half of it disappeared.

There's no way around it. Chen Guiliang in high school couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes and liked to complain about everything.

The school cafeteria, relying on the "no off-campus dining" rule, became increasingly outrageous during his sophomore year. In the summer, with temperatures reaching 40 degrees Celsius, they leftover food unprocessed and sold it the next day until it went bad. They weren't afraid of sending students to the hospital.

Chen Guiliang colluded with several students to cause trouble, posted big-character posters at the door of the principal's office, and almost got into a fight with the security guard who tried to stop the students from leaving.

In addition, a student broke his leg after climbing over the wall to eat, so the school was finally forced to lift the ban on dining out.

As for the aunt serving food in front of me, she is also a weirdo.

Breakfast time was already very busy, with a long line of students waiting for noodles. This aunt met an acquaintance's son and not only let him cut in line to the front, but also slowly scooped beef into his bowl to fill it up.

The bowl was full, but he kept adding more, and finally piled up a small mountain of beef. On the other hand, the other students' beef noodles only had two pitiful pieces of beef in a bowl.

The bowl of noodles was so hot and full that she couldn't carry it away. The aunt actually left the students waiting in line and ran to find a tray for the son of an acquaintance.

At that time, Chen Guiliang was extremely hungry. It was a rare opportunity for him to have breakfast, and he was so disgusted by the aunt that he had a fit on the spot.

In the end, all the students in line stopped eating, and some even smashed the dishes on the floor in the cafeteria.

But that auntie was fine, she was a relative and elder of the canteen contractor.

Chen Guiliang was given a serious warning by the school for leading the trouble!
"not enough."

At this moment, Chen Guiliang pointed at the stainless steel plate and stood at the food window, refusing to leave.

The auntie who was serving the food pretended not to hear and put down her spoon and stopped moving.

The students in the back of the queue grew increasingly impatient as they waited. Some blamed Chen Guiliang for blocking the way, while others urged the waitress to hurry up.

The aunt at the window next to me advised, "Forget it."

I don't know who she is trying to persuade.

The waitress finally gave him another half spoonful. After Chen Guiliang left satisfied, she cursed under her breath: "Beggars, one day you'll starve to death!"

The aunt next to me said, "Why are you arguing with him? He's on probation."

"This kind of person should be expelled. He doesn't behave like a student at all!" The auntie who serves food doesn't think she has done anything wrong.

Chen Guiliang didn't know that he was cursed. He lay on the dining table and ate voraciously. It seemed as if his young body would never be full.

After lunch, I continued writing.

The English test started in the afternoon. Chen Guiliang felt pretty good, at least he didn't feel as powerless as he did in the math test.

"Hero Chen, let's go to the internet cafe together!"

When leaving the examination room, Xie Yang called him.

Chen Guiliang laughed and said, "I ate a lot today, so I can poop a pound easily."

Xie Yang then remembered his vow to "eat a pound of shit the last time I went online." He stood there for a long time with an uneasy expression, and said gloomily, "Forget it, forget it, I'll go after the college entrance exam. My Magic III helmet is going to lose value after a while."

Then, he quickly went to eat and returned to the dormitory to read novels.

People always need an opportunity to grow.

In Chen Guiliang's memory, Xie Yang barely made it to a second-tier university. It was unknown what had happened to him, but he suddenly matured during his freshman year.

I stopped playing games and reading novels. I started studying and working at the same time.

Xie Yang earned his living expenses from his sophomore to senior year, and even got into a top-tier university for graduate studies. He later took the civil service exam, and through his own hard work and the help of his brother, he was promoted to county magistrate by the age of 40.

That night, Chen Guiliang finished writing four manuscripts.

The next day was a day off to give the younger students room for their midterm exams, while the senior high school teachers were busy grading the exams.

Chen Guiliang walked for twenty minutes and arrived at the post office near the school.

He bought four envelopes, put the manuscript and the call for submissions page in them, and sent a registered letter to the editorial department of "Mengya". In fact, one envelope could hold it all, but he deliberately put a few more letters in to increase the chances of the first draft being accepted by the review.

Then he went to the bank again and checked his bank account. There was still 52.68 yuan left in it.

At this time, regardless of whether it is an inter-bank transaction, a handling fee is required for withdrawing money from other places, and the fee is not low.

But there are ways to circumvent this, such as having both depositors and withdrawers share the same account.

That is, Chen Guiliang's parents used their bank cards to deposit money in other places, while Chen Guiliang used his secondary card or passbook to withdraw money from the relevant bank in the place where he opened the account, without having to pay any handling fees.

On the contrary, if Chen Guiliang deposits money into the account, his parents will have to pay a handling fee when they withdraw the money when they are out of town.

Chen Guiliang pressed the ATM withdrawal button and took out 50 yuan.

The money he had was not enough to build the house, so Chen Guiliang was thinking about how to earn some money.

China at that time was teeming with business opportunities, but none of them had anything to do with a left-behind child. To make money, one either had to have start-up capital or rely on connections.

Chen Guiliang has nothing!
Write an article and submit it?
You can try it, but making money is too slow unless it sells like hotcakes after publication.

Chen Guiliang's mind was full of random thoughts. He spent the whole holiday in a hurry and had to attend evening self-study classes in the evening.

He followed his roommates to the classroom, which was bustling with noise. However, many students turned a deaf ear to the noise and sat quietly in their seats, reading and practicing.

Chen Guiliang studied in the liberal arts experimental class.

It is said to be an experimental class, but some people got in through connections.

Chen Guiliang walked to the last row based on his memory. There were only three seats there, which belonged to the thrones of the "Three Fantasy Gods".

Aside from Chen Guiliang, the other two of the "Three Phantom Gods" are all relatives. There used to be the "Four Heavenly Kings," but one of them transferred to another school during his senior year of high school, returning to his supposed place of household registration. Haha, college entrance exam immigrants.

"coming?"

My deskmate Guan Zhiqiang moved his butt a little, but his eyes were still fixed on the novel.

Chen Guiliang smiled and said, "You're early."

Guan Zhiqiang's grades were the worst in the entire grade. His appearance was also hard to describe; at first glance, he looked quite retarded.

This guy is always reading novels in class, grinning foolishly while reading, and sometimes even drooling.

Chen Guiliang always thought that Guan Zhiqiang could only go to a junior college at best.

He had no idea that Guan Zhiqiang would suddenly become an art student and, without anyone noticing, be admitted to a fine arts academy. After graduation, he stayed on campus, becoming a counselor and later even becoming an administrative leader at the academy.

It’s different when you have connections at home. From high school to college and then to graduation, you can always make a living by relying on connections.

Even with Zhiqiang's painting skills, he could only draw a turtle as a crab. God knows how he passed the art exam.

Of the three mythical gods in the class, the only one left is the bitch Li Jun.

Li Jun walked into the classroom with his hands in his pockets, a shiny MP3 player hanging on his chest, and walked to his seat with his head held high.

"Guan Zhiqiang!" Li Jun shouted loudly.

Guan Zhiqiang wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and slowly turned his head to look over.

Li Jun boasted proudly: "I asked you to play mahjong, but you didn't come. I won more than 300 today."

"Haha." Guan Zhiqiang responded with a silly smile.

He only looks stupid, not really stupid, so he won't play mahjong with Li Jun. They played a few times before, and Li Jun always won his money.

Chen Guiliang didn't bother to pay attention to these two people. He was flipping through his math textbook.

Some of the content can be understood, but for some, I need to review the knowledge of the first and second year of high school first.

I don’t know how long it took, but the classroom quickly became quiet.

The head teacher Liu Shuying came, followed by a tall girl.

Chen Guiliang was familiarizing himself with his textbook when Guan Zhiqiang poked him on the arm and whispered excitedly like a pervert, "Look, look, there's a beauty!"

The whole class's attention was focused on that girl.

Especially male classmates.

Guan Zhiqiang whispered, "She's definitely the school belle!"

Chen Guiliang glanced at it and said indifferently, "Right, A."

"What?" Guan Zhiqiang didn't understand.

Chen Guiliang added: "I can't afford it."

At this point, there is no clue about A. With Guan Zhiqiang's impressive IQ, it would probably be difficult for him to understand the logic himself.

The quiet classroom was filled with noise again, and everyone was quietly talking about the beauty.

"Clap!"

The homeroom teacher, Liu Shuying, clapped her hands twice and said, "Stop talking. We have a new student in our class. Let her introduce herself first."

This girl is probably about 1.7 meters tall. She is wearing a gray sweatshirt and blue jeans. She looks fresh, casual and capable.

Her hair was tied in a single ponytail with no other decorations.

Her eyebrows are a bit thick, and her eyes are bright and lively. She can be described as having thick eyebrows and big eyes, which makes her look more heroic.

However, flat chested.

AIRPORT.

With her schoolbag hanging over her left shoulder and her hands in her sweatshirt pockets, she walked up to the podium and said in a Chengdu accent, "My name is Bian Guan Yue."

Finished introducing yourself?

Liu Shuying was stunned for a moment, then said, "Very good, welcome classmate Bian Guanyue!"

Thunderous applause broke out in the classroom. Guan Zhiqiang clapped particularly loudly, with his mouth wide open and almost drooling.

Although they are all Shu dialects, the local dialect sounds too harsh.

Bian Guanyue spoke with the provincial dialect, and her voice was so sweet and soft like plum blossoms that all the boys in the class felt like they were listening to heavenly music.

So gentle.

The word "hammer" spoken by this kind of girl is definitely more pleasant to hear than the local girls calling her "brother".

Xie Yang even had the idea of ​​falling in love with someone else. He kept comparing Zhou Jing and Bian Guanyue in his mind, and the more he compared, the more he felt that Zhou Jing was crushed in all aspects.

Alas, classmate Zhou Jing, don’t blame me for being unfaithful. It’s just that the new classmate is so outstanding.

Xu Haibo had also been peeking, but he always pretended to be reading. This guy would blush unconsciously when talking to a girl alone for a few more words, so how could he dare to face a beauty like Bian Guanyue directly?

Li Jun suddenly stood up and waved: "Student Bian, I have an empty seat here, I have an empty seat here!"

He was the only one sitting alone in the class, and there was an empty table next to him, which was left by the one who had immigrated after taking the college entrance examination.

Bian Guanyue walked over and sat down next to Li Jun with an expressionless face.

The boys were very envious.

Damn Li Jun is so lucky!
Li Jun smiled and said, "Mr. Bian, your name is really nice, just like the heroine in the ancient costume drama."

"Thank you." Bian Guanyue responded coldly.

Li Jun said again: "My name is Li Jun. Muzi Li, the Jun of the gentleman."

Bian Guanyue did not respond.

"Clap!"

Liu Shuying clapped her hands again: "Quiet! The midterm exam results are out. Some students are making great progress, while others are struggling..."

Li Jun, who was originally extremely excited, immediately shut up and stopped talking when he heard that the test results were out.

(End of this chapter)