Reborn I just want to concentrate on studying

Chapter 218 Stud
The sports meeting lasted for three days. After the first game day, there was an autumn rain at night. Compared with Qinghe County, the temperature in Hanning City in autumn and winter was relatively high. Looking out the window, the whole city was soaked in In the water mist like cow hair, but there is no bleakness.

Zhao Qiang sat on the chair and watched the night scene of Hanning City for a while, and sighed: "It's really good here."

Before entering the youth training team, he had not been to Hanning City.

Like many ordinary people in small counties, before adulthood, he rarely had the opportunity to see the bigger world outside.

Yi Yang didn't like to drink water from a hotel cup, so he boiled a pot of mineral water in the kettle, scalded the cup with boiling water, smelled it, and made sure there was no smell, so he poured another cup of boiling water and threw away a pack of black tea bags go in.

Yi Yang sat down on the bed with a cup in his hand, and said, "Big cities are better than small counties...but they are aimed at rich people, and rich people can live comfortably anywhere."

Zhao Qiang nodded and said, "It's the first time I came to Hanning City. I was quite flustered before I came here. No one has the experience of taking a ride in such a big city. Fortunately, the High School Attached to Normal University is quite famous in Hanning City. Ask others on the way, so you didn’t take the wrong bus.”

Yi Yang smiled: "How is our school?"

Zhao Qiang sighed slightly, and said: "Brother, to be honest, I am really envious. In fact, I am not afraid of your jokes when I say it. I entered your school, and I even feel a little inferior. I don't say that I was admitted to this kind of school. It is difficult to get into our No. [-] middle school in Qinghe."

Yi Yang blew, took a sip of black tea, and said: "There is no need for low self-esteem. People who study well are not common, but people with athletic talent like you are actually even more uncommon. Rare things are more expensive, and they are better than grades." students are still rare."

Zhao Qiang laughed loudly and shook his head: "Where is your exaggeration?"

The black tea was still a little hot, Yi Yang slowly put the cup on the bedside table, and said sternly: "If you think about it this way, if you can enter the CBA professional team and play the main force, it won't be a big problem to earn 50 yuan a year, right? What if It can be more if you have a reputation, but let’s count at 30. When you reach the age of 600, you earn 30 million. Even if you graduate from Qingbei, how many people earn 600 million before the age of [-]? Not everyone is Zhang Chaoyang, Robin Li."

"Who are Zhang Chaoyang and Li Yanhong?"

"Uh... the bosses of Sohu and Baidu."

Zhao Qiang was stunned, and retorted subconsciously: "How can this be compared? Qingbei must be better!"

Yi Yang smiled: "If you are better than studying, Qingbei must be better, but why do you compare learning with students who are good at studying? Among the people who study in the whole country, there are still tens of thousands of students who can enter Qingbei to resume diplomatic relations every year. , but how many people who play basketball can enter the professional league? In this way, you are no worse than them!"

Zhao Qiang's head was buzzing, feeling extremely weird, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he just shook his head: "I don't think this can be compared...how can it be measured by money?"

"How do you compare? Compared with dreams?" Yi Yang shrugged and said: "I don't have any grand ambitions, what is leading the development of science and technology, and social progress? Those kinds of things are done by great people. I have only one purpose in studying hard. , to change one's life, to change one's class, the way is not important."

"If I have the potential of a basketball superstar, I may not learn this way through hard work."

The black tea was also quite cold, so Yi Yang picked up the cup and drank the hot tea.

Zhao Qiang fell into deep thought, and he had to say that Yi Yang's words made his originally perplexed mood clearer and firmer.

Zhao Qiang took off his clothes and lay on the bed, and asked Yi Yang: "By the way, buddy, what do you want to do in the future?"

"Well...study, go to a good university, and then try to do business when you are in university."

"Do you want to do business in the future?"

"Not necessarily, I can't think very clearly yet." Yi Yang looked at the ceiling, thinking of some major events that he could still remember from his previous life, as well as the development pulse of the entire era.

The vision and cognitive ability brought about by learning allowed him to gradually see the context of those things clearly, like spider webs spreading in front of his eyes, but it is not enough for him to really use them.

Doing things does not mean that you just need to know some general trends and laws.

For example, you know that one day new energy vehicles will gradually replace traditional cars, but how do you make money from this information gap?The new three major parts of new energy vehicles, electric control, point battery, and motor, each link will link a series of opportunities. It is good to be able to seize one of the nodes, but if you want to make full use of the whole line, you can’t do it just by rebirth. .

Ordinary people are unpredictable, but it is not an easy thing to move the torrent of the times. When the tide is sweeping, it is already amazing to catch a wave and jump.

Those who can do it, even if they are not reborn, are elites.

And those who can't do it, even if they are reborn, may not be able to do it.

Reading is to let yourself gradually have the ability to do those things.

"Aren't we going to play the game the day after tomorrow? Let's rest early." Yi Yang finished the black tea and put down the cup.

"Row."

Lights out.

……

The next day was another busy day.

Using the same method, Yi Yang brought Zhao Qiang into the school, but this day a security guard was on duty, caught Zhao Qiang and asked the same question: "Where's your school uniform?"

This time, Zhao Qiang said familiarly: "It's not convenient to wear a school uniform for the sports meeting these two days..."

"Oh, I remembered you, you're the tall guy from Class 10, sophomore year, right?"

Yi Yang was startled, and just as he was about to speak, Zhao Qiang said with a smile: "Master, you are right, I am the tall guy from Class 10, Grade [-]..."

Yi Yang wished he could slap himself on the face.

Sure enough, the face of the security guard suddenly changed: "Fart! There is no Class 10 of the second grade!"

"Uh... this..." Zhao Qiang looked at Yi Yang helplessly.

Yi Yang coughed softly, "Master... he is actually..."

"Okay, okay, there's no need to explain." The old man snorted, and said angrily: "Don't you know what you guys are thinking? Forget it, just go in and don't make trouble, go ahead and go."

As if they had received an amnesty, the two hurried in in desperation.

After entering the school, Zhao Qiang laughed loudly: "The security guard in your school is really nice!"

Yi Yang said: "The main reason is that you don't look like a bad person."

"Yes, born with a decent face!"

"No, you look like a silly child."

"Fuck!"

"what……"

……

Most of today's events are held indoors, such as table tennis and swimming.

As expected, Wang Sangning stayed on the rostrum as Yi Yang ordered.

On the rostrum there were a few high school students who were learning to broadcast, holding newsletters handed in by each class, and broadcasting non-stop in turns, with correct characters and sweet voices.

As the competition progressed, the newsletters gradually ran out. Whenever this happened, Yao Qian and his class would send over a few manuscripts. When the people in their class left, Wang Sangning would take out a few manuscripts from his schoolbag, Also submit it together.

Because Wang Sangning and Yi Yang won a total of four gold medals, their class's total points ranked first among all classes in the school. After all, a total of [-] classes participated in the competition. Except for the competition class, each class had For sports students, there is no such situation where one class wins many gold medals.

Everyone's strength is relatively average. This is also the intention of the school. The high-level officials don't want the sports meeting to be just a matter of a few classes. There are only more than 30 events for men and women. It is already very easy for a class to win a gold medal. Not bad.

In the current situation, the other classes could not catch up for the time being. In the end, Class 1 and [-] ranked No. [-] in points at the end of the competition thanks to Yi Yang and Wang Sangning's four golds, two silvers and one bronze.

Wang Sangning looked at the time. It was already the last two or three hours of the sports meeting, and the number of newsletters needed for the Spiritual Civilization Award had gradually increased to 120 for Yao Qian's second and sixth grades of senior high school. With 110 copies, it is chasing after No.2.

Wang Sangning couldn't help but sigh with emotion, fortunately she had Yi Yang's help, otherwise, she would definitely miss out on the Spiritual Civilization Award even if she had to get two friends from the sports club to write together.

She turned her schoolbag upside down, and there were more than 300 press releases in it. At this time, they still had a name, which was the confidence to win this spiritual civilization award.

For a while, she couldn't help laughing, and began to think about inviting Yi Yang to dinner this weekend.

It's time to call my sister.

Just when he was in a daze, another person came up to the rostrum. After noticing Wang Sangning, his expression moved slightly and he walked over quickly.

"Sang Ning?"

Hearing this greeting, Wang Sangning looked over.

Holding a stack of manuscripts in his hand, Yao Qian walked up to her.

"Thank you, Sang Ning. I've seen you doing things all the time. Among the volunteers, I think you are the most down-to-earth." Yao Qian said with a smile in the tone of a leader's comment.

Wang Sangning didn't have much opinion of Yao Qian before, but last time it was said that he tampered with Yi Yang's performance. Although he didn't admit it in the end, Wang Sangning had already had some small opinions on him, and at this time Yao Qian was the biggest competitor for the Spiritual Civilization Award, so she just smiled shallowly, "It's nothing, it should be."

The president of the high school student union is really not a leader in the eyes of the students.

Yao Qian walked to the edge of the rostrum, looked at the notebook that recorded the number of newsletters, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he turned around and said to Wang Sangning: "Ah, I didn't expect your class to hand in so many newsletters! "

Wang Sangning smiled: "It's all written by my classmates."

Yao Qian commented: "It's pretty good, hey, if it was last year, with 110 manuscripts, you can easily get the Spiritual Civilization Award."

Wang Sangning thought in her heart that she could get it this year too.

Yao Qian smiled again: "But this year, it's a pity that our class won this award..." He shook the manuscript in his hand, there were about fifty or sixty copies, and said regretfully: "If it's an individual award, In our situation, I am willing to give this award to you, but it is a collective award after all, and this is the joint effort of our class, so I am sorry."

The anchor Su Zihan next to him couldn't listen any longer, so he interrupted coldly, "Didn't you suggest to your head teacher in the office yesterday that everyone must write two more articles?"

Yao Qian's complexion changed. Yesterday when he secretly went to talk to the head teacher about this matter, he happened to be bumped into by a girl who came in, but that person was not Su Zihan.

Su Zihan has long disliked Yao Qian, because of the school radio station, she often deals with this "student union chairman", and has a bad impression of Yao Qian, because Yao Qian always speaks and does things with a kind of ignorance. Where did the airs of government come from, the rottenness of middle-aged people, ordering others to do this and that.

And the person who bumped into Yao Qian yesterday to give advice to their homeroom teacher happened to be Su Zihan's roommate.

Seeing that he had been punctured, Yao Qian snorted coldly: "So what if I suggested it? But I'm talking about the hard work of everyone in our class. What's the problem?"

Su Zihan sneered unceremoniously: "I didn't say there is a problem with this, but you obviously want to win this award, but you want to act like oh, I don't want it, I want to give it to you, but the situation doesn't allow it , is too hypocritical."

Yao Qian's face turned blue and red, and he glanced at Wang Sangning, she stood there with no expression or movement.

Yao Qian put down the manuscript and said, "Class 6, Grade 50, [-] copies!"

"I'll count." Su Zihan checked the manuscripts for sure, and then added 6 copies to Class 50 of the second year of high school in the record book.

Seeing this, Yao Qian's complexion became even worse, but he was helpless, but now the goal was achieved, so he didn't say anything else, and was about to leave.

At this moment, Wang Sangning also came over to look at the number of 6 manuscripts in Class 170 of Senior Two, and asked Yao Qian seriously: "Your class has 170 manuscripts?"

At this moment, Yao Qianhui misunderstood what Wang Sangning meant. He thought it was because the number was too many, which made her helpless and desperate, thinking, yes.

I can feel that she is a hard-working girl who is both an athlete and a volunteer, and she is always busy with manuscripts, but after all, she is just an ordinary high school student with poor coordination skills and does not know how to use some external Resources, commonly known as "borrowing", must have suffered a lot from the classmates in the class, and I have also written a lot of manuscripts.

It's really distressing.

Yao Qian was in a better mood again, and said with a smile, "Hehe, that's right, I suggest you, you must find a way to mobilize people in the class to do this together, so that you can write more manuscripts."

Wang Sangning nodded casually.

When Yao Qian left, Su Zihan said dejectedly: "That guy has a head, don't pay attention to him." Then he sighed: "But there is no way, everyone doesn't like writing newsletters so much, although I really don't want to His class won this award, but the number of manuscripts submitted by them is indeed large..."

Su Zihan flipped through the manuscript that was handed in just now, and sighed: "I actually handed in so much in one go, stud."

Wang Sangning smiled indifferently: "Hey, I think his words are quite interesting, just like acting in a drama."

As she spoke, she slowly took out a manuscript that was five or six times thicker than Yao Qian's manuscript...

Su Zihan's eyes slowly widened.

(End of this chapter)