Great Power

There is no news about the mathematics, physics and chemistry self-study series, which made Zheng Jianguo in the library a little irritable, and then remembered the things he had previously been arguing with the group of "children", a wry smile appeared on his face, which was not what his character could do. Yes, the most normal way to deal with it should be to ignore it directly, which is enough to get rid of the entanglement of this group of "children". They dare not provoke themselves, even if some people want to do that, some people will think of this.

Just like recommending to go to college, the neighborhood committee and brigade also need to make recommendations when graduating from junior high school at this time. The focus on academic performance differs depending on the city community. Junior high school students in cities still pay more attention to their scores whether they can go to high school. , And the commune and the brigade are just the opposite. Generally speaking, only those who want to study and support at home can enter the recommended list. These three items alone have eliminated most junior high school students.

These junior high school students generally study a lot, but they don’t want to study much. They can’t go to university after graduating from high school. At the same time, although they don’t need to pay for school fees, students need money for food and drink, and they also produce books. For the miscellaneous expenses of stationery, the most important thing is that other people's children can follow along to earn work points. Not only can they not earn work points, they also spend extra money, so each year there are only two or three kittens on the recommended list in each brigade.

In the Zheng family, as the only Miao Miao of three generations, Zheng Jianguo has four older sisters. His parents are young and strong. Zheng Fugui has been a barefoot doctor for more than ten years. Speaking of how many connections he has accumulated, he always got a familiar face in the Sanlibao team. There is no shortage of his labor at home. Young sister Zheng Fugui and Du supported him to go. So that year, he gave him this place, which is ridiculous. The "children" thought that the identities of both parties were the same!

Throwing the previous impetuousness behind his head, Zheng Jianguo went back to the classroom and saw the classmates all lying on the table, knowing that these were resting during lunch time, and returned to his seat lightly, Hao Yun It seemed that he hadn't come back when he went home, so he took a notebook and came out to look.

English learning is more difficult. There is no teacher right now. Zheng Jianguo felt dizzy after a while. Although he felt that he couldn't learn this way, there is no good way to improve it. Dumb English, even if there is a teacher who understands it, it is reluctant to jump out words. If you want to finish a sentence proficiently, you must be a college student with a professional counterpart. Unfortunately, as far as he knows, no English is in this school. Professional college students.

"Zheng Jianguo, Mr. Guan asked you to go to the office."

Hao Yun hadn’t returned before class in the afternoon. Zheng Jianguo was wondering if something was wrong with this product. Zhao Nan who came in from the door said to him. Zheng Jianguo blinked and stood up. This teacher Guan is a third-fifth senior. The political class teacher of the class thought in his mind that when he passed by Zhao Nan, he seemed to have finished his homework. He ignored the smell of cream coming from the tip of his nose, and said, "I didn't say anything?"

"I don't think it's a good thing. Maybe someone told the teacher what you said?"

Zhao Nan blinked and said, Zheng Jianguo nodded and smiled: "Thank you."

"This guy is so polite?"

Watching the other party's back disappear, Zhao Nan sat on the seat for himself, and the scene of the previous opponent in the library appeared in his mind, and he felt that this classmate was obviously different from before. , From being transparent to general publicity.

"Teacher Guan, are you looking for me?"

At the western end of the two-story building are the offices of the first and second grades of high school. The layout of the house is no different from that of the classrooms of the second grade. The teacher desks inside are not separated, but face each other. Zheng Jianguo knocked on the door twice and pushed it open and looked at the seven or eight pairs of eyes inside. When he addressed the middle-aged man looking at two big fish with soaking eyes, another thought flashed in his mind: " There is a problem with this title! Before, I, including other classmates, would not be like this-casual."

"Oh, Jianguo is here, come here."

Sitting at the mottled desk and beckoning, Guan Zhengyi flicked the smoke between his fingers, and watched Zheng Jianguo turn around and closed the door and came to the front. As if there was nothing wrong with his expression, he licked his dry lips and lifted up on the table. He took a sip of the tea in the enamel jar and didn’t want to drink all the tea sticks into his mouth. Then he spit it back into the tea jar and glanced at him. He said, “Who taught you the things you said in the library at noon? ?"

"Put what you have learned."

Zheng Jianguo frowned. He did not expect that some of those people would give a small report to the teacher. Then he remembered that this is the limit the students can do. Not all normal students will report to the teacher or their parents after being bullied. Make a small report?

Thinking about this, Zheng Jianguo's mouth couldn't help twitching, not wanting that at this moment Guan Zhengyi was staring at a pair of fish and looking at him. Seeing him as if he was smiling, he flicked the cigarette in his hand again: "What's so funny about you? of?"

"I laughed as a sophomore in high school. There are still children who have never had a fight and lost. They went back and filed a complaint with their parents."

Zheng Jianguo silently looked at Guan Zhengyi, who was obviously stunned, and did not wait for him to continue saying: "Then, you call me, are you planning to uphold justice?"

"you--"

Guan Zhengyi almost couldn't believe his ears. He turned his head and looked at the tables around him. He found that there was no one to find and said, "You also said that you were fighting in the library."

"It's a metaphor, and I point out the difference between me and them."

Zheng Jianguo's voice is not loud, and his expression does not have the caution and cringe that students should have when facing the teacher. At this moment, there is a teacher who is watching a play next to nothing but the mood to watch the play, one wearing glasses The middle-aged man opened his mouth: "You are no different from other classmates. You are all students. You came to the school to learn knowledge—"

"Ms. Chen, you are afraid that you haven't figured out what happened in the library earlier."

The teacher who spoke was the head teacher of the first grade of high school. Zheng Jianguo only knew that it was Teacher Chen who teaches chemistry. He interrupted him and then turned to look at Guan Zhengyi, who was silent, and continued to speak: "Teacher Guan, you know Did something happen in the library before?"

"No, I don’t care about what happened in the library before. I only care about the identity issue you mentioned. Can you tell me what is the difference between your identity and their identity? What identity made you stand here? , And your teacher me, talk like that?"

Guan Zhengyi puts down the enamel tank. He can take half of the politics of the second grade. In his mind, he naturally has his own set of methods. Some students have asked him to talk about the office. Although he knows that this guy is right, But what is said is not quite right: "Aren't you here to learn?"

"You ask me the difference from them?"

Zheng Jianguo couldn't believe his ears, and then he looked up and down the teacher's appearance, and his face showed a bright smile: "I am Zheng Jianguo from the second group of the third team of the Sanlibao brigade of the Guanxi Commune, my student status The column is different from the teacher, you and other classmates."

"Ahem--"

A violent cough came. Zheng Jianguo turned his head and smiled and looked at the coughing female teacher. Before Guan Zhengyi opened his mouth, he said, "You don't even know the reason, so you call me over for questioning and just ask about this. I think their classmates should go to the countryside to receive re-education as soon as possible. Learning there is not only to learn knowledge, but also to help them establish good values ​​and world views. What do you think?"

"What you said, the back is right."

Guan Zhengyi’s cigarette had already been pinched. He did not expect to hear such a shining sound of guns and sticks from a student. It is a political thought teacher who has been working for more than ten years. To be exact, he did it. After such a long time of thinking and work, I know better that what this guy didn’t say made him have no extra thoughts: "I just called you, not to blame you, but I want to ask you if you want to find physicalization. The reason for the self-study series--"

Intellectual youth go to the countryside to receive re-education. This is a slogan that has been engraved in the memory of everyone present, and whoever is allowed to receive re-education, let alone the 700 or 800 students in the two-level department of the first and second grades of senior high school, that is The teachers here can also be included in this range.

Zheng Jianguo directly pulled out this slogan, it is almost incomprehensible at this moment, especially if he vaguely points out the difference and then Guan Zhengyi dared to twist his mouth, then Zheng Jianguo would be happy to be more truthful.

Only after hearing Guan Zhengyi's statement, Zheng Jianguo was a little embarrassed. A pair of small eyes blinked and blinked, and a solemn expression appeared on his small face: "In order to criticize, criticize the dregs of those stinky old nines-you have ?"

"I didn't--but I know where it might be."

Guan Zhengyi didn’t choke on his back with this sentence, and automatically ignored the word that made him very uncomfortable. He squinted at the student who looked more like an old fritters than a student in front of him. Those who provoke this person have no sympathy: "Don't think about the school and the material company library. If you originally have it, it will be sent to the paper mill to turn waste into treasure. If you really want to find it, you can consider it. Go to the recycling station in the city, if you are lucky, you may find—"