Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

English teacher Han Chunlan's teaching method is very simple.

Let the students make the hair curlers first.

Then, we will explain each question one by one.

She uses her exquisite and subtly revealing visual feast to capture students' attention, thereby improving the quality of her teaching.

Well, this last point is Tang Yisheng's own guess about standing meditation.

He was punished by his teacher for being too bold in spying on her.

From the time we did the test paper in the last class to now, halfway through this class.

However, the two male classmates next door in the aisle were probably envious of him.

"Damn, that's awesome! How come I didn't think of that?"

While the English teacher was writing on the blackboard, the male student, who was well-versed in theoretical knowledge, also stood up and glanced at the podium.

After sitting down, she immediately began to envy Tang Yisheng.

No wonder he stands so straight, not crouching at all.

So it turns out you can see even more beautiful scenery.

The higher you stand, the more you can enjoy it.

At that moment, Yang Jifeng's understanding suddenly awakened.

boom!Boom!

There were a few light knocks on the back door glass.

Tang Yisheng turned his head and saw Zhao Tiejun.

Zhao Tiejun beckoned to him through the glass, but Tang Yisheng shook his head and mouthed, "get out of class isn't over yet."

"What are you doing, you guys in the back?"

The English teacher's clear, melodious voice was very pleasant, and its charm completely masked the sternness in her tone.

Zhao Tiejun looked through the glass and then gave Tang Yisheng an OK sign.

"Report."

Within seconds, Zhao Tiejun's voice rang out from the classroom door.

"Teacher, I'm looking for Tang Yisheng."

Tang Yisheng? The name sounds familiar.

Han Chunlan frowned, then looked at the classroom.

Although I've been teaching for several months, there are just too many students in the class, and I'm well aware of the class situation, so I can't recognize them all, or rather, I can't recall many of their names at all.

Especially boys.

In Han Chunlan's eyes, none of the boys in the class were any good; they were all future social scum.

"Tang Yisheng, go."

Han Chunlan didn't notice any movement from the students in the class and couldn't pinpoint her target, so she simply pretended to look down at her test paper and gave a perfunctory reply.

The sound of a stool being moved came from the back of the classroom.

Han Chunlan looked up and saw Tang Yisheng striding forward.

It turned out to be him!

really.

What decent friends could a kid like Zhao Tiejun possibly have?

"Let's move on to the next question..."

The English teacher deliberately raised her voice, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Tang Yisheng hadn't paused at all.

He's definitely a bad student.

Those who don't like to study are not good people.

Tang Yisheng left the classroom and was led outside by Zhao Tiejun, who put his arm around his shoulder.

"Don't you have classes?"

"get out of class is over."

"what?"

Tang Yisheng was a little confused.

"I'm not in the college entrance exam prep class; playing soccer is like attending class."

Zhao Tiejun explained.

Do vocational schools offer a football major?

Tang Yisheng was unaware.

"When did you become a soccer major?"

"I was selected for the long-distance running competition during my second year of junior high school, and after training at a sports school for half a year, I transferred to the football team..."

"That's good too."

"What's so great about it? My family doesn't give me any money, so I can't even participate as a substitute in a city competition."

Zhao Tiejun scoffed, "Let's not talk about that. Why didn't you go to No. 1 High School?"

"Going back to No. 1 High School would mean repeating the second year of high school. I repeated a year when I went to the provincial capital, and I was too lazy to bother."

"Not even No. 2 Middle School?"

"They're all the same, this is the only place that's a bit more spacious."

"I never expected that you would be able to attend the No. 3 High School's college entrance exam class."

Zhao Tiejun shook his head and sighed.

Tang Yisheng was the best student among all the people Zhao Tiejun knew. In Zhao Tiejun's memory, Tang Yisheng could beat three students who ranked second in academics.

The main problem is that Tang Yisheng isn't very hardworking. He just flips through the books before each exam and can easily get into the top three.

This charm was so captivating that it deeply impressed Zhao Tiejun and filled him with envy.

"It's all the same no matter where you are. It's only for a year anyway, so I'll just make do."

Tang Yisheng didn't care.

"You seem to be doing quite well here?"

"It's alright. I'll treat you to some tofu pudding, and we can chat while we eat."

"I have to ask you for help. I'll have to rely on you to look after me at school from now on."

Tang Yisheng said half-jokingly.

He figured it out.

This so-called college entrance exam class is nothing more than a garbage dump.

I suspect that everyone, whether students or instructors, understands it this way.

Don't all students like Zhao Tiejun, who are enrolled in vocational schools outside of the regular college entrance examination system, have the same idea?

"Hmph, stop with the same old stuff. Let's stick to the old ways."

Zhao Tiejun dragged Tang Yisheng out of the south gate of No. 3 Middle School.

The vendors are clustered together, waiting to open for business.

"Then I'll benefit from this; I won't need to send you the answer."

Tang Yisheng and Zhao Tiejun started their partnership in the second grade of elementary school.

During each exam, Tang Yisheng was responsible for passing notes to Zhao Tiejun, and sometimes he would even secretly switch papers and help him write.

Zhao Tiejun was responsible for bullying the guys Tang Yisheng didn't like.

When students wanted to skip class or have fun, Tang Yisheng would come up with ideas, and Zhao Tiejun would carry them out diligently.

The two, one a scholar and the other a warrior, dominated the Chengguan Town Elementary School for many years.

The memories of the past forged a deep bond between the two, a bond that had grown into a small revolutionary friendship.

After so many years apart, our feelings for each other remain as strong as ever when we meet again.

Zhao Tiejun, familiar with the area, led Tang Yisheng to a snack stall.

Several bricks were placed on a long wooden plank, and a stool about the height of a person was stacked next to it.

"Boss, two servings of tofu pudding, please add extra coriander and chives."

Zhao Tiejun called out, "Old Tang, do you eat spicy food? Never mind, you can add chili powder yourself later."

"You get the stool yourself, I'll go buy the cakes."

Tang Yisheng picked up two from the pile of horses and placed them on either side of the wooden board.

The wooden planks were so narrow that two bowls couldn't be placed side by side; even if two people sat facing each other, they would have to stagger.

"The tofu pudding is ready."

The middle-aged proprietress shouted.

It seems the stall only serves the tofu pudding, not the bowls or the food; it's semi-self-service.

Zhao Tiejun bought two pieces of bread for Tang Yisheng.

"You're not eating any pancakes?"

Tang Yisheng saw Zhao Tiejun take two steamed buns from the tofu stall basket and asked him a question.

"You eat yours. The fried dough isn't substantial enough. I prefer steamed buns."

Ok.

If Tang Yisheng hadn't seen Zhao Tiejun take out the money to pay back, he would have truly believed it.

I guess he doesn't have much pocket money. How could two steamed buns be enough to fill him up for such a strenuous sport as soccer?

Tang Yisheng felt he could eat three as well.

Perhaps it's related to the fact that he goes to school near his home.

Do you usually eat at home?

"No, that's not true. We only train for one morning every day. If we plan to go to the city for fun, we won't eat at home."

Training is done every morning, and the rest of the time is spent playing.

If life could always be like this, that would be great.

But more often than not, the consequence of indulging in pleasure in youth is that one has to work twice as hard in middle age.

The hardships one escapes in their early years will be repaid with interest after they enter society.

Do you know our class's English teacher?

The two were engrossed in eating tofu pudding when Tang Yisheng, not wanting the atmosphere to become quiet, casually started a conversation.

"Han Chunlan, don't you remember?"

Zhao Tiejun seemed even more surprised: "Seeing you standing as punishment, I thought she was deliberately messing with you."

If it were Han Chunlan, Tang Yisheng could still accept using this term.

But try not to do it in public.

Too much stimulation can affect performance and shorten the time cycle.

"Should I know him?"

Tang Yisheng's photographic memory was not just for show; he didn't have that name in his memories of either of his two lifetimes.