A little madman moved into the courtyard house next door.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and it was September 1, 1958. Today was the first day of school.

As soon as it was light, Bai Wushuang knocked on the door and called out, "Sanwa, Sanwa, wake up!"

Xiao Sanfeng got up and opened the door, saying, "My dear grandmother, it's not even 6 o'clock yet, and you've already woken me up."

"Son, come and eat breakfast. Today is registration day. Let's go to school early to make a good impression on the teachers."

"My goodness! School starts at least at 8 a.m., and you're calling me to eat so early."

"Sanwa, be good! Studying is important. We must take it seriously."

"Alright! Grandma, you win." Having lived two lives, Xiao Sanfeng was once again urged to go to school.

After getting up to use the toilet and washing up, Xiao Sanfeng went to the kitchen.

On the small dining table were two bowls of rice porridge, several meat buns, a small dish of pickled vegetables, and two eggs. A simple yet nutritious breakfast.

Eating the eggs that his grandmother peeled by hand, Xiao Sanfeng felt incredibly happy.

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At 8:00 a.m., the grandfather and grandson arrived at Hongxing Primary School together.

Today is registration day for students. Not only are current students returning to school, but first-grade students are also registering. There are students and parents. There are more people than usual today.

The classroom of Class 1, Grade 1 was where new students registered. There were already many parents with their children registering, and soon more students and parents lined up behind them.

Xiao Sanfeng saw Qin Huairu with a stick in the queue.

After waiting, it was finally Xiao Sanfeng's turn. He stepped forward, handed over his household registration booklet, and said, "Hello, teacher. I'm here to register."

The teacher took the household registration booklet, glanced at it, and said, "Xiao Sanfeng, there's only one person listed on your household registration booklet. Where are your parents?"

"Teacher, I am a family member of a martyr, and I currently live with my maternal grandmother. My grandmother's household registration is still in her ancestral home in Xishu and has not been transferred here."

Bai Wushuang quickly said, "Teacher, I am Bai Wushuang, Xiao Sanfeng's maternal grandmother."

"Xiao Sanfeng, Comrade Bai, I'm sorry. I didn't bring it up intentionally; it's just something we need to ask routinely."

"It's okay, we don't mind."

While registering household registration information, the teacher said, "Tuition and textbook fees are 2.5 yuan per semester, and tuition is waived for families of martyrs. If you have any difficulties, you can also apply for subsidies."

Xiao Sanfeng said, "Teacher, I have a pension and a living allowance. I won't have any difficulties."

The teacher completed the registration and returned the household registration booklet. Then she said, "Xiao Sanfeng, you've been assigned to Class 2, Grade 1. Your homeroom teacher is Yan Bugui, and your classroom is next door."

Xiao Sanfeng took the household registration booklet and asked, "Teacher, why was I assigned to Class Two?"

"Does Xiao Sanfeng have any questions? We don't have any special criteria for class assignment; it's just based on the order in which we registered today. Class 1 is already full, so you'll be in Class 2."

Xiao Sanfeng thought about it for a moment. If he continued his studies step by step, he would be unable to continue his studies after finishing junior high school due to the influence of the general environment.

Having transmigrated and been given a second chance at life, I should at least get a vocational school diploma! To complete vocational school in 9 years, I'll have to skip grades.

Well, this first grade won't last long, so let's stay in Class 2 for a while first!

Of course, he wasn't worried about Yan Bugui causing trouble. If that old bastard dared to cause trouble, Xiao Sanfeng had countless ways to teach him a lesson.

After making up his mind, Xiao Sanfeng said, "No, I was just curious."

"Today is registration day. First-year students will officially start classes tomorrow morning, and textbooks will be distributed. You can go home today."

"Okay, thank you, teacher." After saying that, Xiao Sanfeng took his grandmother's hand and left.

Leaving Hongxing Primary School, the temperature was still very hot, so they decided to go home and use the electric fan. Xiao Sanfeng and his grandmother headed towards Nanluoguxiang.

On the way, I bought my monthly rations of grain, oil, coal, and other groceries. Then I went home.

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A day passed, and it was morning. Xiao Sanfeng arrived at Hongxing Elementary School, walked into the classroom, and randomly found a seat.

The classmates started coming in one after another, and Xiao Sanfeng actually saw Bang Geng and Yan Jiekuang. Damn it, he'd fallen into another den of beasts again last semester.

At 8 o'clock, Yan Bugui walked into the classroom. He glanced around and said, "Xiao Sanfeng, you're too tall, go sit in the last row."

In school, sitting in the last row means being marginalized. It seems this old bastard Deng couldn't wait to make his move.

Xiao Sanfeng, at 1.5 meters tall, certainly stood out among a group of children around 7 years old. Having him sit in the last row was a reasonable arrangement.

In his later life, he was at least a college student, and his body was further enhanced after transmigrating. Attending elementary school was nothing to Xiao Sanfeng; he didn't care if he sat outside the classroom.

Xiao Sanfeng stood up and sat down in the last row, thinking to himself, "Yan Bugui, just wait until I get my hands on you!"

Yan Bu continued, "Class, the first class today is to distribute the new books. Xiao Sanfeng will come with me to the academic affairs office to get the new books, while the rest of you wait in the classroom."

Although Xiao Sanfeng now possesses immense strength and can easily lift all the books in the class by himself, he is not a pushover who will passively accept whatever comes his way.

Xiao Sanfeng said, "Yan Bugui, you want me to move all these books by myself? Let whoever wants to move them do it. I'm not moving them."

"Xiao Sanfeng, I am your teacher. Don't you understand the importance of respecting your teacher?"

"Do you respect teachers and value their teachings? Do you act like a role model for students? Come on, let's go talk to the principal about how you're a teacher."

"A student should act like a student. Constantly running to the principal—do you really think the principal has as much free time as you do?"

"Yan Bugui, I always carry my father's First-Class Merit Medal and my martyr's family certificate with me. Do you think the principal will have time if I bring these two things?"

Yan Bugui was so angry that he was blowing his beard. He said, "Xiao Sanfeng, you just wait. All of you, come with me to the registrar's office to move the books."

Children these days are still very afraid of teachers. When they see a classmate daring to talk back to the teacher, everyone looks at Xiao Sanfeng as if he's a genius.

Yan Bugui led the students to collect their new books, while Xiao Sanfeng sat there without moving.

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Not long after, the books were returned. The primary school curriculum these days is very simple, consisting of only two subjects: Chinese and arithmetic.

Each student will receive two books, four notebooks, and a pencil.

When the new books were being distributed to everyone, Yan Bugui started causing trouble again. He gave the new books to all the other students, but not to Xiao Sanfeng.

Xiao Sanfeng asked, "Yan Bugui, where is my book?"

Yan Bugui casually said, "Since you didn't go to move the books, to help you get rid of this lazy behavior, your books will be sent out in a week."

Xiao Sanfeng picked up Yan Jiekuang's books and notebooks and said, "Then I'll use this set for now."

"Xiao Sanfeng, how dare you steal your classmate's books! Get out of here!"

"There's no one else's name on these books and notebooks. Just because you say they're his doesn't mean they are! I haven't paid less tuition, so why aren't you giving me the books?"

"You..." Yan Bugui had no choice but to hand over the confiscated books and notebooks to Yan Jiekuang, and then began the lesson.