Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 67 Farewell
For Zhang Xinyi, Zhou Zhi has a very contradictory feeling, which is completely different from the feeling when facing Guan Tingting and Feng Xueshan, and he is a little afraid.

And Zhang Xinyi never showed enthusiasm in front of Zhou Zhi, and Zhou Zhi never felt that she liked him.

The two are more like ordinary friends who have to meet frequently because of their parents, but what is a little different from ordinary friends is that if Zhang Xinyi makes any request to Zhou Zhi, Zhou Zhi will never refuse, and he will immediately agree to come down.

Between the two of them, there was a kind of cautiousness, as if they were treating a big guest.

After being reborn, Zhou Zhi gained a lot of experience in dealing with things. Today, when he saw Zhang Xinyi again, he suddenly thought of a problem.

In the previous life, Zhang Xinyi had never called himself by his nickname.

Zhou Zhi has always had two completely different attitudes towards women who call him a nickname and women who call him a correct name.

For example, just now, when he was telling a story, Zhang Xinyi just listened quietly, obviously very interested, but if it were friends who called him by his nickname, such as Xiong Jiao and Feng Xueshan, he might not be able to resist asking questions. up.

very strange……

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhi couldn't help feeling a little frustrated: "Forget it, I came here today to ask about the course progress of the liberal arts class. The emphasis of class [-] and class [-] must be different."

If it was He Yongmei, she should give Zhou Zhi a blank stare now, and then tell him that school starts the day after tomorrow and you only asked today, is it a bit late.

And Zhang Xinyi just nodded: "Then let's eat quickly."

The meal is simple, and you only need to wash three bowls after eating. When Zhang Ziwan handed over the bowls, she was a little unhappy: "Brother Elbow, there is obviously braised pork."

Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "I made it in a hurry, we have to wait for it to taste, it will taste better at night."

Zhang Ziwan turned on the TV: "School will start the day after tomorrow, I have to hurry up and watch TV."

Zhang Xinyi said, "Zhou Zhi, let's go to the bedroom."

There are two small beds and a desk in the bedroom, which basically fill up the room. Zhang Ziwan is younger and less nervous about studying, so she does homework in her grandfather's room, and this desk is used by Zhang Xinyi.

Zhang Xinyi took down the textbook on the desk: "Let's check the progress."

There is a large piece of glass on the desk, under which are pressed a lot of photos, Zhou Zhi found a picture of himself when he was a child: "Ah, when did this photo arrive at your house?"

It was a one-year-old baby, sitting naked in a wooden basin, although the key parts were not exposed, it made Zhou Zhi feel ashamed enough.

Zhang Xinyi finally smiled: "Your mother must have given it to my mother."

Zhou Zhi put his hands on his forehead: "My family keeps the photos of you and Zi Wan when they were young. Xin Yi, I find that you are a bit mean. How can you make me behave in a liberal arts class?"

"What's wrong? Isn't it just a photo?"

"Students come to your home, and they will definitely ask when they see it, who is this kid? Then you will definitely say, this is Zhou Zhi from class two, oh, it's over!"

Zhang Xinyi laughed even harder: "Who would be as bored as you and still notice this?"

"No one asked?"

"No, I said, are you on track?"

"Yes, progress, progress, but you still have to put this photo away..."

The progress of the conversation was very fast. When the conversation was over, Zhang Xinyi said, "Zhou Zhi, I'm actually very happy that you came to the first class. Someone will ask about the language and history in the future."

Zhou Zhi thought about it, and decided to express his own thoughts: "Xin Yi, I think it's better to learn scientific methods, even if it's liberal arts, you can't memorize it by rote."

Zhang Xinyi was actually a little jealous of Zhou Zhi's cleverness, hated him for wasting his talent, and even hated Zhou Zhi's slickness, so he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he said this: "Have you always looked down on me and wanted to call me stupid? "

"Where do you want to go?" Zhou Zhi couldn't laugh or cry: "I taught you table tennis and backgammon, and now you can overtake me. If you say you are stupid, doesn't that mean I am even more stupid?"

"Speaking of this, I would like to ask, are you practicing secretly?"

Zhang Xinyi didn't answer this question, but just started to pack his books.

Zhou Zhi had no choice but to pack up his books: "Xin Yi, I still want to ask a question."

"Why do you have so many questions today?"

"Why don't you ever call me by my nickname?"

"This question is so strange. Does your nickname sound nice? How can anyone ask for someone else's nickname?"

"Yes." Zhou Zhi turned to look at Zhang Xinyi: "I will feel kind to people who call me by my nickname, and feel that they are my true friends."

"Xin Yi, I think we'll become real friends."

Zhang Xinyi lowered his head: "Zhou Zhi, I...don't want to call yet."

"That's okay, don't call if you don't call."

Zhang Xinyi raised his head: "Don't be angry."

"How could I be angry with you?"

In the previous life, Zhou Zhi would say the same thing, but his self-esteem might be stabbed in his heart.

But now the mentality is different.

Those who like the two books written in the previous life can read them over and over several times, and can't put them down;

So asking everyone to have an attitude towards you is in itself a violation of common sense.

Zhou Zhi took out his math book and said with a smile, "Do you want to play backgammon?"

"Ah."

The two skillfully tore the paper, spread the paper, and started the game.

"Eh? Why don't you draw a cross?"

"Drawing a cross is two strokes, and drawing a circle is one stroke. Since there is a red pen, why do you still draw a cross?"

"You are really, you have to be lazy on this."

"It's not called being lazy, it's called saving time scientifically."

"..."

"Xin Yi?"

"It's not that I don't want to talk about science, I just don't want to use talking about science as an excuse to deceive myself."

"..."

"Zhou Zhi, do you have any good friends in class one?"

"It's not the best, but there are a few seniors in the first class, and I'm familiar with Lao Mu in your class...Anyway, I make friends very quickly! By the way, I have to go to evening self-study."

"Ms. Liu agrees?"

"I don't know if Teacher Liu agrees or not. Anyway, Principal Zhao has already agreed."

"You can blow!"

"Hey, I'm a member of the Provincial Writers' Association. It's not too much to ask for a self-study last night, right?"

"Huh? It seems reasonable to say that. My dad said that Jiachuan has never been a member of the Provincial Writers Association. I feel very proud..."

"Then you still have something to be proud of..."

"Again! . . . Tell me about your trip."

"Okay, let's talk while playing chess."

It was still so inexplicable, but the relationship between the two slowly returned to its just-right state.

The chess game was never over, the two killed more than ten games, Zhou Zhi still lost more than he won.

"Why are you still not making any progress?"

"That can't be done, I think you're improving too fast... Oh, it's almost five o'clock, I have to go home and cook!"

"Then I'll take it to you."

Zhou Zhi and Zhang Xinyi walked out of the bedroom and saw that Zhang Ziwan was still watching "Journey to the West": "Ziwan, I've been watching it all afternoon, it's almost done."

"Leave me alone."

"Let's go!"

"Goodbye Elbow Brother!"

The two walked out of the dormitory of the Urban Construction Bureau. Outside the dormitory was a large forest of musk deer. Zhou Zhi took a deep breath: "The air here smells really good."

Zhang Xinyi said: "Oh, my mother forgot to bring the cloth head for grandma."

"It's okay, next time, anyway, there are quite a few at home."

When he came to the edge of the forest, Zhou Zhi said, "Let's go here, you're still too polite to me."

Zhang Xinyi smiled and said, "Thank you for coming to make lunch for us. The braised pork...is delicious."

"This meal is more delicious tonight, goodbye Xinyi."

"Goodbye, Zhou Zhi."

Next is another day of parting, Xiong Jiao and Feng Xueshan are leaving too.

Xiong Jiao is a good baby, but Feng Xueshan is still lamenting that the vacation is too short even when she gets in the car.

Xiong Jiao gave Fang Wenyu a cassette that she had listened to, Li Keqin's "Arabian Nights". Fang Wenyu thought that the classic song "Love" in it was the real purpose of Xiong Jiao's gift of the tape, and she was overjoyed.

Zhou Zhi also gave Feng Xueshan a gift for the first time, which was the novel "The Thorn Bird" by Australian writer Colleen McCullough, bought in Shudu.

Although it wasn't the best translation of the [-] book, he felt that this book might suit the taste of Feng Xueshan, who likes to read Qiong's sadistic novels.

Feng Xueshan opened the book and found that it was filled with foreign names, she frowned, "Then I'll get used to it."

Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "A good book never tires of reading it a thousand times, enough for you to read it for a semester."

After sending the two away, everyone had to go home and prepare for the start of school. Yan Xiao hadn't finished his homework yet, so he pulled He Yongmei to ask her for help.

Yang He will also go to the school to report. He is a boarding student, and he will be a day earlier than the commuting student.

Fang Wenyu is a cadre. Every semester, she has to organize the boarding students who have arrived to clean the classrooms one day in advance. Zhou Zhi has never participated in this matter before. After thinking about it, she said, "It's okay to go back. I might as well go to school."

When he arrived at school, he first accompanied Yang He to check in. Seeing Yang He buying meal tickets, Zhou Zhi remembered that he should buy them too.

After all, eating dinner at school and then going to study at night can save a lot of time on the way back and forth.

Meals at school are very cheap, meat dishes are only [-] cents a share, and a dinner is basically only one yuan, which is definitely enough.

So Zhou Zhi also paid 20 yuan to Yang He to help him buy it, but he couldn't buy it himself because he had to be a boarding student to be eligible.

There are three floors in the high school section of the school, and the freshman is on the ground floor. After buying the meal tickets and returning here, Zhou Zhi discovered a problem. Should I go to the second class to help out, or should I go to the first class to help?

After thinking about it, I still go to the second class first.

"Zhou Zhi, are you here? Go fetch water. Where's Yang He?" Li Qiang, the study committee member of the second class, also lives in Wanglong Township across the river. His grades are considered top in the class, and he is Hu Xuemei's seed player.

"He's making the bed and will be here in a minute."

"I saw you on TV, is it because you wrote a composition?" Liu Feng came over beside him: "When will you show us?"

"Uh... another day. Is there a lot of waste newspapers? I'll fold a hat first."

The township students were good at cleaning, Yang He also came after a while, and joined the cleaning team, Zhou Zhi could only help the students on the windows to unscrew the veils.

(End of this chapter)