the longest dream

Chapter 3

Jiangjing No. [-] Middle School, computer room.

The management teacher looked at Zhang Qing who came to board the plane with a card, and said with a smile: "There are only forty hours in one semester, you come right after school starts?"

It was officially reported on September [-]st that today it was mainly about cleaning and distributing textbooks. After finishing the work, Zhang Qing came to the computer room with the boarding card.

Zhang Qing didn't explain anything. After the management teacher gave him a phone number, he turned on the computer and began to search for the information he wanted to verify on the Internet...

In that long, long dream, he learned too many things, but whether it was true or false still needs to be verified one by one.

It is strange that the historical process of that world is almost exactly the same as this world.

The same Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties and the Republic, but the difference is that the characters are completely different.

But the development of natural science is almost exactly the same.

There are not so many bells and whistles on the Internet at present, mainly PPS and various text versions of news.

Search engines do not have Baidu or Tencent, but they already have Yahoo.

But after checking again, the founder of Yahoo is not called Jerry Yang.

The most influential figure in the Internet at the moment is Li Nian, who just came back from the United States, and proposed to build China's Yahoo and Sohu.

The characters are different, but it does not hinder the science.

but……

Beethoven, really not, and neither is "Moonlight".

Jin Yong is not here, and there are no stories about those flying over the wall.

Deng Lijun didn't, neither did Jacky Cheung, nor did Eason Chan and the others.

Zhang Qing searched and checked expressionlessly, but his heart was filled with excitement, and even his hands couldn't help shaking.

How could there be such a bizarre and absurd thing...

Is that grotesque world true or false?
Or, half-truth?
After sitting blankly for half an hour, Zhang Qing didn't know what to think of, got up, left the computer room on the fourth floor, and walked to the reading room on the third floor.

He picked up the latest edition of "The Collection of Legendary Martial Arts in Ancient Times" subscribed by the school, and after sitting and reading for half an hour, he wrote down the editor's address on a portable paper and went out again.

……

"Students, this is a year to change your destiny, this is a year to move towards a different life trajectory!"

"Students, maybe you still can't understand what this year means in your long life, but the teacher can tell you that after five, ten, fifteen, twenty or even more years, When you look back on the past, it is this year that makes you most proud, and it is also this year that makes you regret the most. It is this year that makes you most proud, and it is this year that makes you most disappointed!"

"It's just that life doesn't start all over again! What will happen in the future and what will happen in the future are all in your own hands!"

"Students, thousands of words can't express my heart. The teacher wishes to pour knowledge into your brains, but the teacher can't do anything. He can only do his best to teach you knowledge. It depends on whether you have the confidence, determination, and perseverance. Until the last moment!"

In Class [-], Grade [-], math teacher and head teacher Yang Fengmei was mobilizing impassionedly for the new school year. Under the leadership of the class cadre headed by Qi Juan, fifty-six students roared deafeningly: "Have confidence! Be determined! Persevere!" Until the last moment!"

It's a pity that after roaring, everyone burst into laughter.

Yang Fengmei also laughed, and said: "Okay, as long as you have it! Now open the exercise book. In fact, the content of the third year of senior high school is finished in the second year of senior high school. There is nothing else this year, just do the questions! Whether it is a mountain of questions or a sea of ​​questions, there are books in the mountain. Lu Qin is the path, and the sea of ​​learning is boundless and hard work. We just want to fight a bloody way in the sea of ​​books! Zhang Qing!"

As soon as the voice changed, Yang Fengmei called by name.

Zhang Qing was startled, stood up and looked at Yang Fengmei puzzled.

Yang Fengmei said: "Open page sixty-five, the second question, talk about your disintegration thinking."

The students in the class didn't expect the teacher to be serious when he came up, and even called Zhang Qing's name. They were lucky, but couldn't help sweating for him.

This is solid geometry.

For most students, three-dimensional geometry is too illusory, and they have to rely on imaginative composition to solve it, hehe...

Zhang Qing's mathematics is good, and he is above average in the class, but he failed to solve the solid geometry problem in the final exam last semester.

The surrounding students opened the exercise book and saw the question that Yang Fengmei pointed out, they couldn't help but all took a breath, it was so difficult.

Zhang Qing looked at it for a while, and after a moment of dazed expression, he raised his head and said, "Take the midpoint G of PC and connect FG and GD. F and G are the midpoints of PG and PC respectively, and the quadrilateral ABCD is a parallelogram, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Fengmei interrupted and said with a smile: "So it can be proved that EF is parallel to the plane PCD, which is very good. It seems that I have worked hard during the summer vacation and my thinking is very clear. But don't be proud, let alone slack. I heard Said that when you first came, you drilled in the computer room, and you also went to the reading room to read martial arts novels?"

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Zhang Qing looked at Yang Fengmei in shock, Yang Fengmei smiled complacently: "Which of the things you have done can you hide from me?"

Zhang Qing explained: "Teacher, I went to the computer room to check the information. I didn't play games or watch movies."

Yang Fengmei smiled and said: "If you didn't know that you didn't play games or watch movies, you thought you were just talking in the classroom? I told you to go to the office to punish me. Okay, let's sit down, just to tell you, no matter how big you are, Let go of everything this year and focus on your studies, this is also for you..."

After Zhang Qing sat down, Sun Xiang, who was at the same table without looking sideways, moved his mouth slightly, and said in a low voice, "You don't know, the old class specially transferred the offices of the teachers from the computer room and the reading room to the office of the third department?"

Zhang Qing: "..."

……

"Wanyan Honglie stepped out of the room, only to see a middle-aged scholar dragging his shoes, kicking loudly, yawning all the way towards him, the scholar smiled half-smile, winking, looking tired His whole body was greasy, his clothes were disheveled, and his face was covered with dirt. It looked like he hadn't bathed for more than ten days at least. He was holding a tattered oil-paper black fan and walking while shaking. Wanyan Honglie saw that this person was clearly dressed as a gentleman, But it was so dirty, I couldn't help frowning, and quickened my pace, lest I get the filth on that person..."

In the evening self-study room, Zhang Qing was leaning over the desk, writing vigorously.

Because less than half of the students live in the class, each of them has a desk, and the teacher on duty at night will patrol at any time, no one dares to wander around and talk, and Zhang Qing is happy to be quiet.

He wrote extremely fast, and he remembered every detail of that dream clearly.

The complaints I once made to God have turned into endless gratitude at this moment.

Zhang Qing didn't know if Jiuxing Lianzhu gave him such a bizarre encounter that day, and he didn't bother to delve into it.

The most important thing right now is for him to find a way to make money as soon as possible to support his family.

It's true that the family can't even come up with fifty yuan.

But my parents still need money to take medicine, and my younger sister Zhang Lan also needs money to pay tuition...

Even if he had to sacrifice his life for this bizarre encounter, he was willing!
One page, two pages, three pages...

Zhang Qing knows nothing about being tired, and writes the stories he read in his dreams.

When the bell rang for the end of the two-hour evening self-study get out of class, Zhang Qing had just finished writing the second epilogue:

Ke Zhen'e was blind, and his ears were very sensitive. When he heard her yelling, he knew it was a woman. He sighed: "Monk Jiao Mu, we were all killed by you. There are really women hiding in your temple!" Startled for a moment, he immediately came to his senses, thinking that if he didn't notice for a while, he would be exhausted to death by this beast, and he would unintentionally betray his good friend, so angry and impatient, he propped himself up on the ground, got up with his body, stretched his skips, and rushed towards Duan Tiande.Duan Tiande was terrified to avoid him when he saw his fierce approach.After Jiao Mu was seriously injured, his movement was sluggish, but he bumped his head against the pillar of the main hall, his brain burst and he died instantly.

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(End of this chapter)