The mailing address is in Xinjiang, and the recipient's name sounds like a Uyghur girl's name.
Wang Peng gave him a thumbs up, saying, "So this is how you see the world with your eyes open?"
Du Lei scratched his head. "I met her in Xinjiang during summer vacation. She asked me to write to her. Peng, where is your pen pal from?"
“From the provincial capital,” Wang Peng said.
Just then, the school bell rang, and the two brothers ended their conversation.
Wang Peng felt a tap on his back. He turned around to look at his classmate Feng Jingjing, then at the pencil in his hand.
"Thank you for not poking me with the tip of your pencil, sister." He said, half-laughing and half-crying. "Feng Jingjing, could you please stop poking people with pencils?"
“I’m used to it, hehe.” Feng Jingjing took out fifty cents. “There’s a small shop across from the post office. Can you buy me a bottle of Hongyan cigarettes?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t use Hongyan ink, I only use Hero ink,” Wang Peng said.
"Brother Peng, don't be angry." Feng Jingjing hurriedly apologized, "Buy me a bottle, and I'll give you the one cent as a running fee."
"That's more like it." Wang Peng smiled slightly and put her fifty cents into his pocket.
The physics teacher, wearing thick glasses, walked into the classroom and lectured for forty minutes straight, leaving the students with five minutes to do exercises.
This is his teaching habit.
Wang Peng unscrewed the pen to do his homework.
When his pen stopped working, he took a razor blade from his pencil case and cleaned the grime from the crevices of the pen.
The ink still wouldn't come out, so he unscrewed the pen and squeezed out some ink from the ink sac.
A drop of ink fell onto the notebook, and Wang Peng couldn't help but complain, "Damn! What a crappy pen!"
"What did you say?" The physics teacher glared at him with a dark expression.
"No, I didn't say anything," Wang Peng quickly replied with a forced smile.
Ha ha……
Laughter filled the classroom.
The physics teacher sighed, "Don't keep yelling 'Damn it!' If you buy better ink, your pen won't clog."
"Okay, from now on we won't use fountain pens, we'll just use ballpoint pens." At this point, Wang Peng suddenly paused, taken aback.
It's been almost two months since school started, and I've never seen anyone at No. 1 High School use a ballpoint pen.
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