Chapter 1 Zhejiao

The millennium, when the old and new eras change, was born amidst the noise.

The green train wheezes past, the low-pixel blurred camera photos, the burning of low-quality cigarettes, the cups of cheap beer and the music stored in the Walkman.

In the blink of an eye, it was 2008, Liaocheng City.

When Zhang Jigang was participating in the school's second model, there was a sudden snowstorm in Liaocheng.

Flake goose feathers are flying all over the sky, like a thick white veil hanging over the city.

The boy pulled down the completed math test paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the drawer like dirty garbage.

He cupped his chin and looked out the window. Ice crystals shone with cold silver light among the treetops, and the strong wind blew by, sounding like weeping into his heart.

Cui Yu, the top student in the front seat, with his broad and straight back, has been watching for two years and seven months.

The smooth white shirt, as smooth as if it had been ironed, always puzzled him as to how this man could endure his long-term bullying.

For example, using a pen that leaked ink to leave drawings on pure white, or deliberately pushing the desk over.

That day, from Cui Yu's slightly raised movements, he knew that this person had already finished writing the test paper.

But I didn't hear Cui Yu making a bubble sound intentionally or unintentionally, and said to the invigilator: "Teacher, can you please leave first after you finish answering the questions?"

Whenever this happens, Zhang Jigang always teases in a low tone: Of course No, I have been in high school for three years and I don’t even know the rules in the examination room!

Class 4 of Grade 3 is a training class, so Cui Yu naturally ranks first in class and first in grade, and has long been at the top of the list.

Zhang Jigang has long been accustomed to the different treatment of the two by the teachers in the school, and he can classify them clearly:

Cui Yu, the pillar of the motherland, must be carefully cultivated.

Zhang Jigang, a scum of society, don't waste your breath if you can punish him corporally.

Well done!

He didn't care anyway.

Growing up, he had few friends and was good at being a marginalized person in various environments.

His grandfather gave him the name, which means the return of Hong Kong. The old man was so proud of it that he wrote eight characters on the spot: The return of Hong Kong and Macao is a blessing to the country.

However, there are too many names similar to "Jigang".

There are five ports in the fourth class alone: ​​Ji Gang, Qing Gang, Fan Gang, Gang Gui, and Gang Rong.

His only advantage over the other four is that he is firmly ranked last in the class.

He is actually not stupid.

Class 4 is an intensive class in Liaocheng City Ace High School. All students who can get in are students with extraordinary IQs. However, in order to get the lowest score, he has to tear up several papers in every mid-term and final exam.

Yes, he didn't even bother to hand in a blank paper.

As the topic opened up, his inner activities became more active.

The reason why I took the test paper to practice and then tore it up, and even refused to hand in the blank paper, was very childish, because I wanted to disgust the father whom I recognized as a blood relative.

That scumbag was discovered to have cheated on her during their marriage last month. She committed domestic violence but refused to divorce. After drinking too much, he always beat and scolded his wife when he returned home, further ruining the poor family foundation.

This put his mother, Duan Juanjuan, into endless torture.

He would rather die to become a scumbag to be proud of.

The title of Liao City is so lonely that I can't help but say too much.

The only Maserati in the city drove into the campus, and the successful man who got out of the purple-painted luxury car was Cui Yu's father. He was worth over 100 million. He was a returnee from overseas who read poetry and books and loved his wife.

He thought that he might be willing to take the Tsinghua and Peking University exams for such a father.

Thinking of this, he pushed the desk hard, and the hard corner of the desk hit Cui Yu's back, causing his shirt to wrinkle.

But even he himself was convinced of the power of the Y chromosome.

While the student was a bastard and a bad person, he was also worried that the blood from his father flowing in his body was doomed to an inescapable fate.

Cui Yu has thin lips and handsome features, and is slightly taller than himself.

The top student seemed not to allow himself to curse unbridled, maybe because his tutor was too good, or maybe he had the indignity of a strong person in his heart, so he allowed him, a bad guy who bullied White Rabbit, to do whatever he wanted.

Always relaxed and calm.

All the details displayed around the body are grasped to the extreme, and even the handwriting is smooth and graceful.

When the minute hand in the examination room turned another half circle, the invigilator suddenly walked in with a solemn expression, breaking the calm.

"Zhang Jigang, come out."

The pen whirling in his hand fell. He raised his eyes in confusion and spread his hands: "Teacher, I didn't do anything."

What does this old witch want from me?