[Update: Back in the 1970s and 1980s, my friends were very wealthy. The author never peeks at the screen; this just came to me suddenly...]
Student Zhang Hongcheng was called to the teacher's office.
The reason is that the quality of his work has declined significantly during this period.
The college entrance examination has just been resumed, and the teachers and professors are still quite responsible.
The entire third batch of freshmen were in the same state after entering school - studying day and night without eating or sleeping.
Zhang Hongcheng is one of the exceptions.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to study hard, but that he is too easily distracted by other things.
If other students' understanding of this era is ten, Zhang Hongcheng's understanding of this era is at least fifty or above.
His grades in subjects such as Chinese, politics, and history were pretty good, but for one subject, he basically referred to his wife's homework.
“Can anyone tell me why economics requires basic physics?”
Standing outside the physics teacher's office, Zhang Hongcheng asked himself this question for the hundredth time.
Of course the school wouldn't tell him - because your international studies teacher is still in Jiangxi Province and hasn't returned yet. In order to complete the number of subjects for the freshmen in the first semester as planned by the superiors, they had to ask the physics teacher for help...
Zhang Hongcheng sighed, knocked on the door resignedly and walked into the office.
He has been a liberal arts student in both of his lives.
Ever since the last bet with his wife, Chu Miaohong has not allowed him to look at his physics homework.
That girl is a medical student and also a strong engineer.
The adopted son in another time and space could only get most of the final exam papers if he tried his best, but when faced with daily physics homework, the fat man could only cry and say, "I really can't do it."
Professor Liang Shengsheng was assigned to Minzu University during his time at the Gan Province Cadre School. Zhang Hongcheng heard that this teacher would probably be assigned to an engineering college next semester, and it would be a waste for him to stay at Minzu University.
Professor Liang was very kind to Zhang Hongcheng, whose physics homework had recently declined.
Because this class of freshmen is so different, many of them have families with them.
Zhang Hongcheng is a rare couple in the country - they both got admitted to the same university.
"Your wife's academic performance remains stable, but yours has declined significantly... Is that why you're having a conflict?"
Professor Liang was very interested in playing the role of peacemaker for some unknown reason.
Zhang Hongcheng felt that his understanding was correct - teachers these days all have the potential and interest to be political commissars.
After talking for half an hour, Professor Liang finally got to the point.
"Your student council member is doing a great job, but you still need to be careful not to go out too often! I heard you're going out again soon..."
"Teacher, don't worry. From today on, I will stay in school and fight for the study room... (I have a document here. Please help me deliver it to the Beijing Institute of Technology [later known as Beijing Institute of Technology] and give it to Teacher Lu Zaiming...)"
Both of them were stunned for a moment.
Zhang Hongcheng reacted quickly and took the document hurriedly.
“Guaranteed on-time delivery!”
.......
Zhang Hongcheng went out today to pick up something from the Heilongjiang Provincial Guesthouse in Beijing.
Zhao Sidong mailed him a sack, which was placed in the guesthouse.
Zhang Hongcheng rode his bicycle at full speed, looking at his watch while riding.
Today is a good opportunity.
Some time ago, when the educated youth from Hongqi Farm in Beijing gathered together, Zhang Hongcheng heard people talking about a famous dish in the cafeteria of Beijing Institute of Technology!
This dish is often sold out as soon as it is served.
There are even rumors that there was a worker-peasant-soldier college student who studied at the Beijing Industrial College for three years and never won a single prize in those three years.
The cafeteria version of squirrel mandarin fish.
The university cafeteria usually opens at 11:50. Zhang Hongcheng rode his bike at lightning speed and rushed into the gate of the Industrial College.
I have to say, the student ID card of Minzu University is quite useful.
After all, Minzu University is now ranked second among universities in the country!
At 11:41, Zhang Hongcheng threw his bicycle at the cafeteria door and rushed up the stairs carrying his information bag and two aluminum lunch boxes.
In the cafeteria, which should have been deserted, there was already a long line in front of a window.
Zhang Hongcheng didn't think much about it and ran over to the end of the line.
I have to say that the cafeteria aunties are quite friendly these days, and their spoons are very steady.
Just hit as much as you need, no fancy moves.
A big pot of cafeteria-style squirrel mandarin fish. They can go home after selling all of it.
Moreover, sweet words have no effect on middle-aged women. They will just think you are talking nonsense.
Besides, among the old students who were able to get places in college as workers, peasants and soldiers, and the new students who were mostly educated youth who had worked in the countryside, who wouldn’t be sweet-talking?
When only one tenth of the squirrel mandarin fish was left in the pot, it was finally Zhang Hongcheng's turn.
It’s only 25 cents per portion, which is really cheap and the portion is large.
Zhang Hongcheng happily walked out of the cafeteria holding two lunch boxes of squirrel mandarin fish.
I happened to see a group of students wearing half-worn clothes, waving aluminum lunch boxes or ceramic rice bowls in their hands, shouting and rushing into the cafeteria at the steps outside the cafeteria.
Zhang Hongcheng hurriedly lowered his head and walked out of the cafeteria, just in time to hear a wailing sound coming from inside the cafeteria.
“How come today’s portion is so small and gone!!”
Zhang Hongcheng hurried over and finally stopped Professor Lu Zaiming before he left the house.
Professor Lu Zaiming is a white-haired old man in his sixties.
He obviously knew that someone would bring him some information, so he nodded casually, took the information, and then reached out to take the lunch box in Zhang Hongcheng's other hand...
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