Chapter 81 Winter Vacation
On Tuesday, the grade list was posted.
At noon, Wang Guoxiong came to the class and called Jiang Zhao and a few others out.
There were other people at the office door.
Wang Guoxiong said to the dozen or so of them, "The final exam results are out, and the school is planning to make an honor roll. We're asking you to come and take a photo."
Jiang Zhao remembered that when the school started, she and Lin Chongyang admired the "honor roll" of their former seniors, but she didn't expect that it would be her turn to be watched so soon.
Lin Chongyang raised his hand first: "Teacher, who are they?"
Wang Guoxiong: "The top ten students at the end of the semester and the top students in individual subjects, go downstairs and take pictures first. Then go back and each of you come up with a motto, write your name on it and give it to me. The top students in individual subjects don't need to write one."
When we got downstairs, Luo Yan was the first to take a photo. The teacher holding the camera said, "Student, smile."
Jiang Zhao was behind him and pointed a finger at Luo Yan.
Luo Yan smiled at her and made a gesture like her.
Pei Zhiyu didn't know what pose to make, so he just made a scissors gesture.
Jiang Zhao made the number three.
So, under their leadership, everyone else started posing according to their ranking.
Taking photos is easy, but thinking of a motto is difficult.
Chen Huaiyu first asked: "What do you want to write?"
Lin Chongyang never forgets his original intention: "Everyone who is not here is garbage."
Jiang Zhao: "Wait until you graduate before writing this. I'm afraid you'll be put in a sack."
Lin Chongyang chuckled and asked, "What did Yanshen write?"
Luo Yan said calmly: "Good luck."
Jiang Zhao: "Then I'm just unlucky."
The two of them really became friends.
The next day, the school made the honor roll and placed it at the entrance of the stairs.
One was lucky, the other unlucky, and Pei Zhiyu's photo was sandwiched in the middle, with a pitiful sentence written below: "Both left and right are better than me."
Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere on the day of the photo shoot, none of the mottos on the entire list is normal, except for Lu Qihua's "Ride your dreams and live up to your youth."
Even Su Chen wrote, "Advertising space for rent, a Feng Shui treasure land for viewing."
Among them, Lin Chongyang's most annoying one is: "According to the theory of IQ relativity, your study time is equal to zero."
Coupled with the photo of him getting first place in physics next to him, it has a very ironic effect.
In the photos, the boys and girls are smiling freely and unrestrainedly. Anyone who sees them will feel that their future will be bright.
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January 26th.
After seven consecutive days of Chinese, math, English, physics, chemistry and biology, the first-year high school students of Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School finally decided to have a holiday.
Only for high school students.
The second and third year students in high school have to wait until the day before New Year’s Eve.
By the afternoon, the entire high school building was filled with an atmosphere of anxiety. Everyone wished they could turn into a bird, fly out of the iron cage, leave school early, and not have to face winter vacation homework.
But leaving was obviously impossible.
In the afternoon, teachers from various subjects came to the classroom to assign homework.
The English teacher asked us to recite the text.
The Chinese teacher handed out several papers.
Kong Yixin was even more ruthless. He compiled a set of questions, printed them into a book, and distributed them.
In the last class, Wang Guoxiong came in empty-handed.
She was wearing a red cashmere coat and black leather boots today, and looked like a wealthy female spy who was about to assassinate someone at random.
She stood on the podium, and a group of people watched below, waiting for the final verdict from the big boss.
Wang Guoxiong asked, "Is math homework the only thing left to be assigned?"
The classmates in the class began to play the victim: "Teacher, Mr. Kong asked us to write a problem book."
Lin Chongyang shouted, "Teacher, please speak less. I still need to study on my own."
Wang Guoxiong didn't buy it: "Don't give me that. Don't think I haven't seen it. Teacher Kong's question book is only a few pages long."
Everyone in the class thought that the death sentence was going to be announced and there was wailing.
Wang Guoxiong couldn't help laughing and said, "I don't have any math homework."
The classroom was silent for a moment. Everyone thought they had misheard or that Wang Guoxiong was joking. A few seconds later, the whole classroom erupted in excited screams:
"Long live Brother Xiong."
"Long live Brother Xiong."
"Happy New Year, Brother Xiong."
Wang Guoxiong crossed his arms. "I know you won't do your homework properly even if I assign it to you. You won't know who to copy from. The holiday isn't long. Go back and fill in the gaps and prepare well. There won't be any homework, but if anyone's math grades drop after school starts, I'll double their pay."
The much-anticipated holiday kicked off with the cheers brought by Wang Guoxiong.
On the second day of the holiday, Jiang Zhao and Jiang Wei returned to Tong'an County.
Tong'an County was almost identical to what Jiang Zhao remembered.
There were very few vehicles on the wide road. As it was approaching the New Year, the roadside was filled with stalls selling fireworks and firecrackers and vendors writing couplets, and there was a constant flow of people.
Jiang Zhao was attracted by the hustle and bustle on the roadside. Seeing this, Jiang Wei asked the driver to drive the car back first, and the two walked along the road towards home.
A thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground a few days ago. Because no one dealt with it, it melted and froze again, and was trampled into ice by people passing by.
Jiang Zhao exhaled a breath of cold air and followed Jiang Wei, moving carefully on the ground: "Dad, should we buy some Spring Festival couplets?"
Jiang Wei originally wanted to say he would only stay for a few days, but he didn't want to spoil his daughter's fun, so he said, "Okay."
Jiang Zhaoxing moved to the nearest couplet stall in a hurry.
The boss picked up a brush, dipped it in golden ink, and wrote:
Immediate success and smooth sailing
Car Fulai good luck every year
He hung up the couplet, looked up and saw Jiang Zhao, and said happily: "Oh, Zhao Zhao is back."
Jiang Zhao didn't remember who the old man in front of her was, but that didn't stop her from smiling: "Hello, Grandpa, happy new year."
In Tong'an County, whether you know them or not, you can call the elderly "grandpa" and "grandma" and the middle-aged "uncles" and "aunts" without any errors.
Maybe they are related by blood if they go back four or five generations.
The old man looked at Jiang Zhao with a loving expression: "Has Zhao Zhao grown taller again?"
"No, no." Jiang Zhao waved his hands quickly, "It's not growing anymore."
"I remember you were only that tall when you were little. Now, even I'm an old man, but I'm not as tall as you. Are you in junior high school this year?"
"I'm already a freshman in high school."
Seeing that the conversation was going to go on endlessly, Jiang Zhao hurriedly said, "Grandpa, I want to buy a pair of couplets for my dad."
The old man looked at Jiang Wei: "Your father?"
Jiang Wei just smiled politely when the old man withdrew his gaze and said to Jiang Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, just take whichever one you like. It's not worth much."
"How can that be possible?"
Jiang Zhao picked out a pair of couplets and a few blessing characters, and Jiang Wei paid for them.
As the two walked back, almost everyone selling couplets, firecrackers, peanuts, melon seeds and roasted nuts knew Jiang Zhao.
After walking a few steps, someone would come up to chat with you, give you a handful of melon seeds, a few firecrackers, and even give you red envelopes.
Most people in Tong'an County are not rich, and red envelopes of ten, twenty, or even fifty yuan are rare. For the sake of celebration, Jiang Zhao accepted it.
After returning home, Jiang Zhao put down his things and took Jiang Wei to paste Spring Festival couplets.
The next door opened.
When the old lady opened the door and saw Jiang Zhao, her face was full of smiles: "As soon as I heard the noise, I thought Zhao Zhao was back. Did he just arrive?"
This time Jiang Zhao had some recollection. She called out, "Grandma Zhao, my dad and I just arrived."
Jiang Wei also greeted her, "Aunt Zhao."
The old woman didn't even look at Jiang Wei: "Then come to grandma's house for dinner later. Grandma fried meatballs and made jelly. I'll bring you some later."
As the upstairs resident passed by, Grandma Zhao pulled Jiang Zhao over and said, "Old Liu, look who's back?"
A passerby took a closer look and clapped his hands: "Isn't this Zhao Zhao? Why are you putting up the couplets now? I'll ask my granddaughter to help you."
"No need, Uncle Liu."
"Hey, she used to follow you around all the time when she was little. I told her that her sister Zhao Zhao is back and she must be happy. Wait, I'll get you some bacon."
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