Some things are better to know than to know.
Without talent and without acquired effort, it is useless to know or think.
Jiang Jun felt that it was not reliable to become a special recruit just by virtue of athletic talent. She thought that studying hard and exercising was the most reliable way.
He Xiangdong helped her bring the dishes to her doorstep and quickly said goodbye: "Come back earlier, Zhang Jie and the others don't know you're back yet!"
"I guarantee I'll be there first!" Jiang Jun watched He Xiangdong walk out of the alley, and then he walked into his house with the rice bowl in his hands with difficulty.
In the kitchen, Zhang Jinbao was lighting a fire to steam rice and prepare to make rice cakes, while he was chatting animatedly with Zhang Xiuying about things in his hometown. Jiang Lan was listening with a smile beside them.
Jiang Jun gave Jiang Lan a warning look: "Xiao Lan, let me see where your homework is?"
Jiang Lan followed in obediently, looking like she was about to cry: "Sister, there are still quotations to memorize! I can't even finish copying the new words!"
The rapid change of expression is truly genius.
Jiang Jun rolled his eyes. "Hurry up and bring your homework book over. I'm going to look for He Xiangdong later. I can still help you with some of it now."
Jiang Lan only had to fill in the answers to the math questions and formulas.
For Chinese homework, I helped to copy out all the new words, so Jiang Lan had to write each new word less than once, which saved her a lot of effort. All she had to do was to write the word groups.
Jiang Yun believes that teaching students in accordance with their aptitude should start from primary school. If one is not a person who is good at thinking, the learning process can only be a process of repetition and practice makes perfect.
The door to the room was closed, but Zhang Jinbao could feel the chill in the air. Zhang Xiuying's face had lost its smile since Jiang Jun entered. "Second sister, our family made over a hundred pounds of rice cakes this year. Both Da Ni'er and Er Ya love them."
Zhang Xiuying curled her lips and said, "You've developed such a big appetite! Fortunately, I'm working now, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to support you!"
Especially Jiang Yun, with her almond-shaped eyes and round oval face, she looks like a spoiled child, which makes her uncomfortable to look at!
Zhang Jinbao shook his head. This second sister was really stubborn. "If this happened back home, a matchmaker would have come to our house. If I had two good daughters like these, I could just wait for my son-in-law to come and honor me!"
Zhang Xiuying raised an eyebrow. Matchmaker? That's a good idea. "Why are you envious? If there's someone suitable, just pick one. I have no objection."
Zhang Jinbao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "My brother-in-law is in the army. There are plenty of suitable candidates, right? You finally got married, how could you bear to marry your daughter back?"
Zhang Xiuying curled her lips and said, "Didn't you say you both like me? I can visit you often soon after I get married."
Jiang Jun, hiding in the room reading a book, was also at a loss for words. Even with the door closed, the loud voices could still be heard word by word. Shouldn't the point be that she's still several years away from marriageable age? Wanting to marry her off so early, how much does it mean he wants her to leave this family?
She had no interest in reading after hearing this. She dawdled until breakfast and then couldn't wait to meet He Xiangdong and the others. They had agreed to meet at the propaganda team's entrance at nine o'clock, but Jiang Jun arrived at eight.
We arrived too early, and none of our classmates were there yet. The staff on duty in the division headquarters office compound were all at their respective posts, and it was quiet everywhere.
Jiang Yun didn't want to wait in boredom, so he went to the bulletin board as usual to read the newspaper and learn about the latest current affairs.
This was really interesting. The first time she looked at the propaganda board, China had established diplomatic relations with Guinea. This was her second time to look at the propaganda board in half a year, and it was when China established diplomatic relations with Nigeria.
Jiang Yun felt that she had a strong affinity with the African people. Could it be that she had a body that could absorb darkness?
After reading the newspaper, I started reading grassroots news.
For the first time, black and white photos appeared in the propaganda column, and the entire column was a report on the army's winter training.
Just as I read a line of words, He Xiangdong came over: "Xiaojun, you came so early? What are you reading?"
Jiang Jun held He Xiangdong's arm and watched together: "Look at them, lying there motionless in the snow for hours. If we join the army in the future and have to train like this, I might not be able to complete a single mission!"
So difficult!
He Xiangdong was excited when he saw it: "My dad is also participating this time, let me see if my dad's name is on the list!"
The two people stared with their eyes wide open, leaning against the glass plate, trying to pan for gold in the sand among the green bean-sized words.
Even with his eyes dazzled, he only managed to find a passing remark after reading the entire article. He Xiangdong was incredibly happy: "Look here! All the officers and soldiers of the Special Operations Battalion have successfully completed their mission!"
Every word and sentence in the rigorous media and newspapers is as convincing as a milestone.
He Xiangdong's expression was one of immense pride and honor.
Several other female classmates also arrived one after another, and gathered together to chat about the new things that happened during the time that Jiang Jun was away from the compound.
Liu Xiaoge, the propaganda team's clothing officer, came over to open the door for them and get their clothes. Seven or eight girls were trying on clothes in the dance studio, laughing and chattering non-stop.
Jiang Jun was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt and a sky blue long skirt with a sky blue bow on her chest. She admired herself in front of the mirror for a moment, then, while no one was paying attention, she tiptoed, raised her arms, and took a few steps in the slow four-stroke that she remembered.
It feels so good to wear a skirt!
He Xiangdong chose a white short-sleeved shirt and a bright red long skirt. He exuded a passionate aura. Standing next to the fresh and pink Jiang Yun, he looked like a ball of fire. "Xiao Yun, you look so small in pink! Why don't you try a red short-sleeved shirt and a white long skirt? How about we wear sister outfits?"
Let others know at a glance that they are best friends!
Jiang Jun covered his mouth and laughed secretly. After a long while, he resigned himself to his fate and went to change his clothes.
Zhang Jie had now accepted the fact that Jiang Jun and He Xiangdong were inseparable. She walked over to Jiang Jun and said, "Xiao Jun, when did you come back? You weren't in the yard all winter, and it wasn't fun for us to play."
Jiang Jun smiled. "My uncle brought us back. We arrived last night. Zhang Jie, you look so beautiful in that orange dress!"
In simpler times, people's emotions were relatively conservative and reserved. Only during festive occasions did people use the warmest and brightest colors to express their inner joy.
Zhang Jie helped Jiang Jun put on her skirt: "You and He Xiangdong standing together, look like a family."
"We're classmates, aren't we like family?" Jiang Jun quickly pointed at Park Jinhua's emerald green dress and calmly changed the subject. "Zhang Jie, how about we both choose green bows? When we take the picture later, let Jinhua stand right in the middle."
Zhang Jie felt a little uncomfortable. Jiang Jun always ignored her, and there was no point in chatting today. She said sullenly, "Okay, then I'll go change my bow tie."
Liu Xiaoge clapped her hands and reminded everyone, "When you're done, come over to my place. I can only lend it to you for an hour, and you must return it before half past ten. Xiaojie, you're responsible for keeping track of the time!"
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