The poorest and the top, the whole network begs me to bring the goods

Chapter 15

35-year-old Jiang Feng looks back on his past.

Disappeared in the glory, rose again in the trough, the ups and downs of life, just like the Yangtze River flowing eastward.

The waves wipe out the heroes, and the success or failure of right and wrong is turned around.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

Jiang Feng lowered his head and looked at the yellowed photo in his hand. The girl in the photo had an oval face full of collagen, her delicate facial features were cleverly matched together, and her school uniform completely interpreted the innocent and innocent youthful atmosphere when she was young.

"Girl, my story unfolds because of you."

"But I... really hope that you never appear in the story."

Jiang Feng's eyes were full of memories.

He felt as if he had returned to the classroom in high school where the sound of reading was heard loudly.

The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of the ear.

Family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, and care about everything.

The old headmaster of No. [-] Middle School was vigorous and powerful, and the school motto written with a pen kept flashing before his eyes like a movie scene.

It is often said that one stands at thirty and knows the vastness of the world and the beauty of all things.

However, Jiang Feng felt that the most precious and beautiful years seemed to last forever.

It's just that there is no long pavilion outside the ancient road, and I didn't persuade you to drink another glass of wine. I just woke up one morning, and I stayed in the boyhood of yesterday forever.

"call out--!"

A cracking sound rang out.

Jiang Feng looked up, and saw a truncated white chalk head hitting him head-on.

He was about to speak, but someone's voice was transmitted faster than him.

"Jiang Feng, are you distracted again? When is this? You stopped studying just because you have ten apartments at home?"

Subconsciously, Jiang Feng turned his head to avoid the attack of the chalk head, and said with flamboyance, "It's not ten houses, it's ten buildings."

"you!"

A high-pitched roar sounded, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Under the gaze of astonishment and shock, the Chinese lecturer Wen Ya angrily came to the penultimate row.

Jiang Feng came to his senses.

He looked around at the unfamiliar but friendly classroom, then looked at the young and familiar faces, and finally fixed his eyes on the middle-aged woman in black suit and black-rimmed glasses in front of him.

"I dreamed about my high school classmates?" Jiang Feng murmured in his heart, but he was still very excited to see the precious and beautiful boyhood in his memory again.

Even if it's just a dream.

"Teacher, thank you." Jiang Feng stood up and said before Wen Ya got mad.

Wen Yagao raised the Chinese textbook, but mercilessly smashed it on Jiang Feng's class.

"boom--!"

"Don't do this to me, your teacher, I have been teaching for more than ten years, what kind of tricks haven't I seen?"

The name Wenya is very elegant, but the person is not elegant at all, he is full of hot temper.

Jiang Feng didn't care about this. In his dream, he returned to the cherished time in his memory, and he cherished all of this.

Although the Chinese teacher in front of you was a little harsh and venomous, but when you look back ten years later, you will only be full of sincere gratitude in your heart.

The teacher has no relationship or reason with you, who wants to be hated for nothing, to be strict with you is precisely to hope that you can have a bright future.

Wen Ya looked angrily at the student standing up in front of her, who was a head taller than herself.

She said with a bit of resentment: "Tell me about you, what a smart child, why don't you study hard?"

"Look up and see, how many days are left before the college entrance examination, and other students are writing furiously, racing against time, why are you so obsessed, and you still have time to sleep here?"

I can hear the teacher's nagging again in my dream, so happy!

A smile crept onto Jiang Feng's face inadvertently.

"Are you still in the mood to laugh here?" Wen Ya was furious.

In her opinion, this student was still saved. He was very smart but he didn't focus on his studies.

But looking at the current situation, what is the difference between the slicker and the street sneaker outside?
It's just that the oil can't get in, and it's not stingy to the extreme.

She said angrily: "Come to my office after class to get three papers. I will watch you do the self-study tonight. If you can't finish it, don't go back."

The angry Chinese teacher still makes people feel very kind.

Jiang Feng thought to himself, it was a dream anyway, he never made the Chinese teacher happy when he was studying, so let's make the Chinese teacher happy in his dream.

With the thought of thanking Jiang Feng, he smiled and said, "Teacher, bring me a few more. I want to make ten in one go."

Just as Wen Ya picked up the textbook that was slapped on the table, she froze when she was about to turn around.

She looked at the students in front of her, a little dazed.

The eyes of the students also changed from the original shock, to the panic after hearing the paper, to the current consternation.

Did you hear me right? ? ?

What did Xue Zhafeng just say?
On weekdays, Xue Zhafeng, who can do a single paper to death, is challenged to do ten papers in one go? ? ?

I'm afraid it's not because he was stimulated to lose his mind and go crazy.

Wen Ya quickly realized that she gave Jiang Feng a vicious look.

I can see the sinister intentions of this student.

Ten papers, with Jiang Feng's ability, how could it be possible to finish them in one evening self-study.

It's just messing around!
"Very good, the teacher is very pleased that you have the desire to study."

Wen Ya said: "It's Friday today, you definitely can't finish ten pictures, but it's okay, tomorrow Saturday, you can come to the teacher's house and continue to do it."

Jiang Feng nodded: "No problem, these are small problems."

After a pause, Jiang Feng said a sentence of fashionable English commonly used in learning machine advertisements: "so easy!"

Wen Ya suppressed her anger and said, "Very well, the teacher will be waiting for you at home tomorrow."

blah blah~~~
Wenya returned to the podium.

The classroom is restored to order.

But all the students were still immersed in the huge shock.

Jiang Feng flipped through the book casually, enjoying this youthful dream.

He suddenly felt a little pain.

The buddy in the back row was stabbing him with a pen.

But Jiang Feng didn't care about this anymore, he came to think about it.

The situation is not right!
Dreaming, in fact, there are not so many feelings in the dream, it is more like a bystander's world, just like watching flowers on horseback, how could it be possible to feel pain? ? ?

Fuck?I was reborn?
Under Jiang Feng's table, he pinched himself hard, and he hissed continuously in pain.

It really hurts!
Really reborn!
Fuck! ! ! !Fuck! ! !

Jiang Feng looked up at the graceful back of the Chinese teacher on the podium.

He was stunned.

Dreaming back to high school once is happiness.

After waking up from the dream, it's gone anyway.

But when he really went back, Jiang Feng's heart ached.

Ten papers, oh shit, what did I think, did I say that just now?
Can I get it back?
This shit, I'm not pretending from the bottom of my heart!

Please withdraw! ! !
Even so, a smile unconsciously filled Jiang Feng's face.

That absurd, passionate and indulgent youth once said goodbye so hastily.

Now, I declare, I, Jiang Feng, the king is back!

(End of this chapter)