Great Power

"Teacher, I—"

"Don't call my teacher, I can't be your director Sun's teacher, go away, you are not welcome here!"

"Teacher, I was wrong, I couldn't help myself back then—"

"There are so many involuntary people, and I am involuntarily now! Hurry up and don't let me curse."

"Teacher, I—"

"Will you go, if you don't go, I will curse?"

"Well, well, I'll go, teacher, don't get angry, I'm here to admit your mistakes."

"What's wrong with Chief Sun, get out!"

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go now—"

A series of voices sounded, Zheng Jianguo did not stop the noodles in his hands, and soon the noise outside disappeared. After the door closed with a loud noise, the noodles in his hands turned into a shiny ball. The door of Ye Minde was opened, and Ye Minde looked black like the bottom of a pot: "You go."

"okay!"

Zheng Jianguo looked at him for a moment, then looked at the noodles on the table and the vegetable and meat fillings of dumplings next to him. After blinking an eye, he quickly put the two fillings in the bowl, and put the live noodles in the bowl with gauze. After covering it, he put the fillings and noodles in the kitchen and put them away. He quickly put down his sleeves and went to the hall and picked up the quilted jacket. He glanced at the journal next to him, blinked and looked at the door of the back room: "Teacher, let me first gone."

There was no movement, Zheng Jianguo went out and took the door of the house. The door was closed and turned and walked for two steps. Unexpectedly, there was a middle-aged man standing at the door of the second house. He found that his back eyes were full of curiosity. Zheng Jianguo blinked. He blinked his eyes and looked at the courtyard door behind him, and said, "This comrade, can you help me take a look at Mr. Ye, he is in a bad mood now, don't have anything wrong."

"Okay, I'll take a look later. Are you Ye Lao's student?"

The middle-aged man asked with surprise in his eyes. Zheng Jianguo nodded and said, "I originally wanted to come here for a New Year's Eve dinner. Who knows if this happened, I would trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble, boy, you think a lot, don't worry, I just thought about going to the door here."

The middle-aged man smiled and said a few words, Zheng Jianguo nodded in relief, and returned to his residence with a swift smoke. He looked at his unwashed face and showed a wry smile. He wanted to have a New Year’s Eve dinner. In the end, the coolie didn’t say anything in the middle of the afternoon, and saw a scene that embarrassed the old man to be unacceptable. Only the pancakes and spicy pickles sent by the old lady were found on the bedside. The school cafeteria was closed for Chinese New Year. , So he said this in the second letter, which he received only a few days ago.

Zheng Jianguo can roughly guess what Ye Minde has experienced, but he is not one of the parties involved, let alone a related person of the parties. Under this status, saying anything can easily cause unexpected reactions.

So in this case, Zheng Jianguo said that it is better to follow the old man’s meaning, at least not to be targeted by the old man, especially when he needs to be accepted and recognized by the old man, this is the most important point.

Zheng Jianguo did not say, did not do it, but read books, read books, excerpt difficult questions, and gnawed through the textbook materials more than ten years ago, the school was about to start school time, and his notebook was just Remembered a lot.

When the temperature rises in winter and spring, Zheng Jianguo has taken off his thick padded jacket and put on a brand new gown. He looked at the explosive head in the mirror and thought about getting his hair done. At home a year ago, I was busy studying for the New Year and I forgot about it. During the Chinese New Year, I remembered several times and found that the door hadn't been opened yet, so I almost dragged it to this time. The mess seemed to be a chicken coop on my forehead.

Putting away the book and notebook and locked the door, Zheng Jianguo hurriedly went to the mail room to ask, but he did not expect to get four letters. Look at the address on the letter. One should come from Hao Yun’s Nanjiang, just the handwriting on it. It’s not like that. It’s from Zhao Nan. The second letter is Hu Dalong’s address. It is Jiang Province Electronics College. The third letter is from Qi Provincial Normal University. The straight line distance is no more than one kilometer. Feng Ze is the Capital Teachers College of Kouyang.

Is Zheng Donghua's?

After confirming that this was a classmate, to be precise, it was friends updating the address. Zheng Jianguo had this idea in his mind. After opening Zhao Nan's look, he found that there were two letters stuffed in it. Zhao Nan said the main content Focusing on his poem and the drips he used in school, the other Hao Yun focused on the bitterness of the educated youth, not having enough to eat and clothing, and complaining.

Among the four letters, Hu Dalong is the least. After asking about his life in college, he said that he was going to report to the school, and then they agreed to the end. It was Kou Yang's letter that said about her and Zheng Donghua. , The two of them were admitted together by the Capital Normal College, which solved the doubts in Zheng Jianguo's mind.

"Hey, Zheng Jianguo, why did you leave a chicken coop?"

A familiar greeting came. Zheng Jianguo quickly stuffed the letter into his pocket and smiled as he looked at Yi Jinzhi, who was standing next to other girls, and said, "I don’t care about studying. I just remembered to go for a haircut now. class?"

"We go to the train station to receive freshmen, are you still living there now?"

Yi Jinzhi glanced at the classmate next to him and said, Zheng Jianguo nodded and walked by without stopping: "Well, I won't bother you anymore, I have to rush to get a haircut."

Since the last time I didn’t know each other, Zheng Jianguo also met Yi Jinzhi in this month. One of them was when he was out, so he knew that he lived in a non-boys dormitory. Zheng Jianguo thought he would call on many classmates to criticize him, but after a few days of cranky thinking, he threw the matter behind his head, and he thought he had persecuted delusions.

Zheng Jianguo’s haircut naturally does not keep the long hair that looks like the mainstream at this time. Instead, he chose the small flat head when he was in the Sanlibao brigade, which is better than the bald head. The main purpose is to be very convenient to take care of. Don't worry about becoming a louse nest accidentally.

Zheng Jianguo, who had taken care of the post, looked at the platform next to him in a daze. He was thinking about whether to visit Roland, and then he went to the train station to receive the freshman Yi Jinzhi. He finally threw this idea aside, no. Knowing whether Roland is here or not, it would be a waste of time to hit the sky.

After dismissing the attention of visiting, Zheng Jianguo returned to his residence and started reading. His admission procedures were completed. He thought that after three consecutive days of reporting, someone would tell him to live in the dormitory on the other side. I forgot his name, and still didn’t intend to let him over, until the counselor Yang Linglie knocked on the door, and the big eyes on his thin face were full of scrutiny: "Zheng Jianguo, I am your 1977 medical professional. My name is Yang Linglie, Yang from Yang Jiajiang, Ling from Lingxiao Palace, and Lie from the Martyr."

"Class 2? I remember that there is only one class in 77. When will our class start?"

Zheng Jianguo stood up and looked at the counselor who was not as high as his own. He was not a person who judged others by appearance. He knew that this was his counselor for the next six months, at least one year, and his attitude was so sincere that he could be called kind: "Sit down. , Sit down, I don't know where our class is yet."

"Well, the school organized the group of students who came in the first half of the year into Class 1. You people are in Class 2. If you don’t sit, I’m here to inform you that the classroom in our class is at the western end of the first floor of the laboratory building. Teaching in small classes counts you eighteen."

A pair of big eyes looked at Zheng Jianguo’s room, and found that apart from the space being larger than the dormitory, there was no other extraordinary treatment. He nodded and said without sitting, turned and left: "Tonight at 7:30, let’s hold Don’t forget to arrive at the first class meeting."

Zheng Jianguo’s eyes lit up when the three words in the laboratory building were heard. He heard that the teaching department was on the first floor, and the curiosity in his heart was a little faint. He finally waited until seven o’clock in the evening and brought a notebook in advance. When I ran to the laboratory building, I started to look at the easternmost room. The more I looked at it, the cooler I became. There were also beakers and measuring bottles in the so-called laboratory. The scales used were still old-fashioned scales with dials. What was locked in a wooden cabinet could not be seen, but what he saw in front of him gave him bad ideas.

This is the laboratory building of a medical college?

With a faint suspicion, Zheng Jianguo went to the westernmost classroom. There were a dozen girls sitting on the stools in front of the desk. He found that he appeared at the door and the voice was quiet, sitting at the front door. The girl opened her mouth: "You are in this class too?"

The girl who spoke was wearing a flowery gown, with short hair that was equal to her ears, and her eyes were ordinary. Zheng Jianguo would naturally not be frustrated because the classroom was full of female classmates. He just found out that he had neglected the medical school at this moment. It’s all overwhelming and declining, and he nodded and said, “Yes, I’m Zheng Jianguo, 197—well, there seemed to be a 77-level basic medical professional class last year, right?”

"Those are the recommended student classes. They are now in Class 1, which is different from our Class 2. Those of us who have passed the exam and were admitted are the 1977-level medical professional basic medicine classes that have passed the exam."

Before Zheng Jianguo's words were over, another girl said it. Obviously, what the girl said resonated with other students in the class. You came and talked about it immediately, looking at the posture as if you were in a shed with more than 10,000 ducks. , Zheng Jianguo quickly reached the windowless seat on the northernmost wall with his notebook in his hand.

As Zheng Jianguo sat down, soon a group of five boys walked into the door. One of them had a half-faced beard. The five looked at the chirping girls in the classroom, as if to hide themselves to the next one. On the row of seats, Qi Qi looked at him suspiciously and exchanged with his eyes. The big beard with thick eyebrows and small eyes opened his mouth: "Classmate, are you in this class too?"