Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Tuesday, November 31.

The day before school starts.

Tang Yisheng is going to report to No. 3 Middle School.

Heading south along the east side of the lake, passing through the farmland of Tangjia Village and a small grove of poplar trees, you can see the back entrance of Chaoyang Hotel in the northwest corner.

Cross the highway again, and you'll reach the entrance of Binjiang Vocational School.

The second floor on the east side of the four-story U-shaped office building is where the graduating senior class is located.

The third floor houses the repeat-year classes.

Binjiang Vocational School does not have grades 10 and 11.

Tang Yisheng registered at the Academic Affairs Office on the second floor.

Pay a processing fee of 15 yuan for materials and documents, which will be used for processing your file and student ID.

The school uniform cost 128 yuan.

The meal card costs 20 yuan, including a 10 yuan deposit and a 10 yuan production cost.

The deposit for desks and chairs is 160 yuan, which means that the desks and chairs cannot be damaged by the student or others. If they are damaged, the money will not be refunded.

The whole process took only twenty minutes.

But every second exudes a sense of 'profiteering without morality'.

In terms of future educational development trends, Binjiang University, a small vocational school in Binjiang County, has bravely taken the lead.

With such blatant charges, how could the people of Binjiang County not know about it?

Everything is for the sake of college entrance examination pass rates.

The good reputation goes to No. 1 and No. 2 Middle Schools, while No. 3 Middle School doesn't get any real benefits. How can they do this job?

Tang Yisheng was not short of money and was too lazy to argue about this.

After the college entrance examination next year, both the fees charged by Binjiang Vocational School in Binjiang County and the cover-up and dereliction of duty by Director Hu of the Provincial Experimental School will be exposed to the public.

Without him.

The advantage of being reborn.

Tang Yisheng remembers the college entrance examination papers from the year 2000 very clearly.

Even if it doesn't exist, it doesn't really matter.

The photographic memory skill is accompanied by AI deep thinking ability. As long as Tang Yisheng flips through enough books, the so-called exam is no different from an open-book exam.

"Come here before 7:50 tomorrow and ask the homeroom teacher of Class 2 to take you to the classroom."

The teacher on duty in the Academic Affairs Office gave the instructions.

"Okay, got it."

Tang Yisheng glanced at the old teacher who had written his name on the last line of the registration form and made up a "student ID".

020271.

The previous column is 020270, which is chilling to think about.

How big does a class need to be to fit more than seventy students?

The old teacher's handwriting was elegant and unrestrained, with some characters large and some small. The twenty-odd characters of his home address were crooked and distorted, as if he were drunk.

This role must be played by the elderly gatekeeper, and certainly not by the teacher.

Tang Yisheng comforted himself.

The east side of the teaching building is very spacious, with a football field covered in green grass and an outer layer of synthetic running track.

Behind the football field are four neatly arranged faculty and staff dormitories, separated by waist-high iron fences, with white signs with red lettering that read "No Trespassing" hanging at the entrance.

His handwriting was far superior to that of the old teacher who helped Tang Yisheng register the student roster.

Is this where I'll be spending the next year?

Tang Yisheng stood to the right of the south goal, looked at the wild grass that stretched past his ankles, then looked around and sighed heavily.

Behind the teaching building are two rows of cement billiard tables. Further back, side by side with the faculty and staff area, are two basketball courts separated by green netting. To the south is the school's south gate, accessible via a secluded and narrow path.

There were signs of vendors clustered together at the entrance.

Tang Yisheng entered the campus through the north gate, completed the formalities, and strolled out through the south gate. By then, he had finished his tour of Binjiang University.

Including the faculty and staff dormitory area, it covers roughly half the area of ​​the provincial experimental high school.

What could Tang Yisheng say when he thought about how his own parents had abandoned him in such a small place?

It's already quite admirable that they haven't completely abandoned their beliefs and are still trying to find a place to settle down.

Yang Jinjuan even tried to ask me for the key to Yongquan Hutong...

Those who run small businesses are really shameless.

……

The dormitory building of the Construction Committee, located in the provincial capital, at Jingwu Xiaowei Si.

Li Jinfang and her daughter Song Junying sat facing each other, and the whole room fell into silence.

Fifteen minutes ago, Li Jinfang hung up on Song Zhiming.

Song Zhiming was on his way.

With the start of the new school term just around the corner, Song Junying's little secret could no longer be kept hidden.

"Ugh."

Li Jinfang sighed heavily again.

After such a big incident, she didn't know how to even begin to describe the father and daughter.

My daughter seems indifferent to everything, but she actually gets very stubborn.

Song Zhiming is truly outstanding!

They did so many despicable things behind my back, and they still have the nerve to show off and claim credit in front of me.

Is this what it means to be good to your daughter?

Is this the result of telling me to leave it alone, and that he's already taken care of everything?

What a load of rubbish!

They trampled on their stepson's vested interests to gain attention and care for their own daughter's university education.

As for?

Is it necessary to treat my own daughter so cheaply?

Putting everything else aside, in this small corner of the provincial capital, with the Li family and his own connections, why would Song Zhiming need to resort to such underhanded tricks?

It's fine now.

My daughter didn't fill out any valid college application forms at all.

It's clear that they "won't accept charity."

Li Jinfang was very angry and furious.

But after she vented her frustrations to Song Zhiming on the other end of the phone, she felt sorry for her daughter while waiting.

I passed the professional exam last year, but my academic scores weren't good enough to get into university, so I have to repeat a year this year.

Graduating from university means being two years later than your peers.

Why bother?

It's all Song Zhiming's fault for being such an unreliable father!

Why didn't you discuss things like your child going to college with me?

Knowing full well that he has a lot of connections in the provincial capital, he still insists on showing off!

Li Jinfang felt pity and regret for her daughter Song Junying, but only rage towards Song Zhiming.

On the edge of the volcanic eruption, lava was spewing bubbles, and the eruption was getting more and more intense.

At that moment, Song Zhiming climbed the stairs and knocked on the door.

Li Jinfang practically leaped up and rushed towards the door.

The punching bag has finally arrived!

……

Faced with the facts, Song Zhiming was speechless.

The father's deep love was mixed with his masculine pride, and his impure nature angered his daughter.

This led my daughter, who couldn't accept any flaws, to give up art school.

Li Jinfang's curses did not affect Song Zhiming. The former couple knew each other's personalities.

If the woman hadn't been so assertive, Song Zhiming wouldn't have had any extramarital affairs.

Song Zhiming felt guilty, realizing that his good intentions had backfired and affected his daughter's education.

While enduring his ex-wife Li Jinfang's insults, he secretly observed his daughter's reaction.

Song Junying listened to the arguing and bickering around her, her eyes calmly fixed on the coffee table, clearly indicating that she was completely detached from the situation.

The calmer she was, the more upset and frustrated Song Zhiming felt.

"Alright, what's the point of saying all this! Let's quickly discuss how to get Jun-young to read aloud as revenge."

Song Zhiming waited until Li Jinfang had vented her anger before making his suggestion.

"Junying, since it's come to this, it's your father's fault. You can repeat a year of high school, and this time I promise I won't interfere, okay?"

"Ha, you're really something. Dad, you keep saying you're doing this for me, but have you ever thought about how you've so easily ruined Tang Yisheng's life? Isn't he innocent?"

"Tang Yisheng?"

Li Jinfang frowned, took a breath, and glared at Song Zhiming.

It seems like he's planning another round of venting his anger.