Chapter 12: Are you so optimistic about me?
During lunch break, Zhai Da used his meal card to go to the school cafeteria he had not visited for a long time and ordered a two-meat and one-vegetarian meal for 8.5 yuan.
As we all know, school cafeterias are not actually cheaper than those outside, nor are they necessarily cleaner.
It just tastes worse than outside.
Zhai Da looked at the ash residue in the rice and thought to himself, no wonder he was so hardworking in his previous life...it turns out he ate a lot in high school?
With a click, a figure as big as a hill sat down on the empty seat next to Zhai Da. He vaguely felt that the bench was almost turning into a seesaw...
"Meat Mountain" Fan Junwei's plate is as exaggerated as he is. The rice connects several grids and is piled up in a pointed shape. In comparison, the meat and vegetable dishes seem like a drop in the ocean.
Fan Junwei sat down first, and then added, "Can you sit down?"
Zhai Da: "You can sit, but I'm going to get up in a minute, so be careful not to overturn the stool."
Fan Junwei nodded: "It's okay, I have experience."
The lunch, which was not very appetizing to begin with, was now even less interesting. Fan Junwei was exactly as he remembered him, with a strange smell on him...
It's not just body odor... but the smell of sweat mixed with a kind of... dust, even a little bit of garbage...
It’s hard to judge, although sometimes boys’ hygiene level is only better than that of animals, but that means they don’t despise themselves.
The strange smell coming from other people is a different matter, just like the smell of enoki mushrooms.
Zhai Da took a few bites and simply stood up and left. Fan Junwei moved over, and the bench maintained a delicate balance.
Back in the classroom, the students were basically catching up on sleep or doing exercises. The classroom was tacitly kept relatively quiet, and even when they spoke, they kept their voices down.
At the back of the classroom, there were numbers on the blackboard, showing that there were 71 days left before the college entrance examination. It was as if the "Om Mani Padme Hum" on the Five Finger Mountain had suppressed a group of monkeys and allowed these high school students to maintain basic order.
When passing by, he found Wu Yue reading a book. In Zhai Da's impression, this guy had given up studying a long time ago. His plan was to help his family work after graduation. His father ran a small restaurant. Until his family's house was demolished, he completely let himself go.
The young man has a bright future. He should read more books and pay less attention to his legs, and his life will be smooth sailing.
"What are you reading?"
Wu Yue didn't even raise his head, extremely focused, and just let Zhai Da look at the cover.
Yilin
Zhai Da raised his eyebrows: "Looking for a humorous joke?"
Although in Zhai Da's eyes, the whole article is full of jokes, there is indeed a special "humor section".
That's also the least funny part.
Wu Yue glanced at Zhai Da with disdain: "Am I such a superficial person? I'm reading seriously. You said these foreigners are so skilled that even flies can gather honey."
Zhai Da moved his lips and patted Wu Yue's shoulder: "I suggest you take a look at the recipe."
"Recipe? Help my dad cook?"
"No, you'll own a restaurant someday."
Wu Yue felt that this was the greatest recognition for himself: "You think so highly of me?"
I even felt a little confused. The compliments between high school students were all meaningless words like "You are so awesome". This suddenly came to my mind.
I feel embarrassed for Wu Yue.
Zhai Da gave a thumbs up and said, "Yes, I firmly believe it."
He now found everything new and exciting. Instead of taking a nap during lunch break, he flipped through his textbooks and the test papers on his desk.
To be honest, I listened to the two classes so carefully in the morning mainly because I wanted to find out where my foundation lies as an adult who has been away from school for more than ten years.
The result is... bottomless...
Almost reaching the center of the earth!
He could understand no more than 20% of a test paper...
Which part? The text part.
If it weren't for the cheat, he would have panicked.
However, before launching the "Special Theme Project of Changing Destiny", he still needs a more systematic and comprehensive understanding of all aspects of his studies. After all, it is too far away from his previous life.
I would only chat with my blind date occasionally, saying nonsense like "Although I didn't go to college..."
With his face splashed with knowledge, Zhai Da rubbed his eyes tiredly, ready to change his mind. The moment he raised his head, a thin broken line passed by the edge of his sight.
Holy crap! Special items!
He immediately looked up, but only saw the back of a figure in school uniform flashing past the classroom door frame. The broken line representing the system's approval seemed to appear for only a few tenths of a second before disappearing again because his vision was blocked.
Zhai Da stood up immediately, scaring Yang Fan who was sleeping on his stomach, but he was weak to begin with and didn't say a word.
Zhai Da didn't bother to apologize and hurried out to chase after him. He must not miss any clues of special items.
But when he ran all the way to the door, he was blocked by his homeroom teacher Ding Rong...
"What are you doing? Class is about to start."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bell rang and the corridor instantly became chaotic. Countless idle students ran back like ducks being herded.
Zhai Da turned his head and looked around, but found that he had completely lost his trace. He sighed and returned to his seat.
Wearing school uniform...students? Judging from the direction they were walking, they should be from class 9 or later.
There are twelve classes in the senior year of the Woolen Textile Middle School. The first ten classes are ordinary classes, and the eleventh and twelfth classes are key classes, with one each in liberal arts and science.
What are the “special items” on students?
There were two more big classes in the afternoon. Zhai Da, who had not yet fully adapted to campus life, felt very tired. He had not worked for three years since he won the lottery in his previous life. He did whatever he wanted and woke up naturally every day.
Suddenly pulled here
The mandatory time, coupled with the fact that I couldn't understand most of the content, was quite torturous.
After all, in the last three years of his previous life, the only thing he worked diligently on was blind dates.
The only relatively comfortable subject is Chinese, as I have some basic knowledge of copywriting and planning from my previous life.
As long as you brush up on your ancient poetry lessons and answering ideas, you shouldn't be too bad, and you can even get a high score for your composition.
Finally, the theoretical school dismissal time arrived, but the next thing to come was evening self-study. The senior high school students had to come back after eating in the cafeteria, and then the class would last from 6:30 to 8:30.
However, as the "school's most popular person", Zhai Da has an extra task.
That is to receive psychological counseling.
Yes, the students who fainted in the examination room are a high-risk group. The school dare not deal with it coldly, for fear that the students will become disillusioned.
So they forced him to do a psychological counseling task, but it was not something as high-end as a so-called psychologist, but was done by a "political and ideological" teacher.
Under the strange gazes of his classmates, Zhai Da walked out of the classroom and came to a small office on the corner of the sixth floor, the top floor of the teaching building.
I knocked on the door and a gentle voice came from inside: "Come in."
The office was small, with only one desk. Sitting behind it was a man in his forties wearing square-framed glasses. He didn't look greasy at all, even though he was wearing a veteran cadre jacket.
Perhaps it is because his eyes are so intellectual that even a passing dog can smell it, that he is a typical intellectual.
Zhai Da remembered Shen Rui more than his classmates.
The other party is one of the "campus legends" of wool spinning and is also well-known in Dongyang County.
Because he was the first person from Dongyang, a poor place, to be admitted to a top university. He graduated from "R University" and was said to be a doctor.
However, from the fact that he was an "ideological and political teacher" in the Woolen Textile Middle School and had to spend time dealing with trivial matters such as having heart-to-heart talks with Zhai Da, it is not difficult to judge that this person did not have a script of rapid progress after joining the job.
In his previous life, Zhai Da had actually met some similar people. They graduated from top universities and had high academic qualifications, but they had achieved nothing in middle age. They shuttled between various occasions and talked about their alma mater every three sentences.
You can never guess what they do, as if they don't have a proper job. There are usually a few poorly educated bosses around them, who flatter them sincerely or insincerely.
But the one in front of me is a little different.
Different temperament.
If a middle-aged man looks knowledgeable but is not bald.
Then there is a high probability that he is really awesome.
When he was in the first year of high school, he taught several classes for them. His conversation left a deep impression on Zhai Da, and for a long time, the word "intellectual" became synonymous with him in his mind.
Shen Rui raised his head, smiled and said, "Student Zhai, please sit down."
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