Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 20 Heading to Zhicheng Middle School

February 1930, 2, the third day of the first lunar month.

This is the day when Bao Guowei starts school. Zhicheng Middle School is not a very strict school. The reason for starting school so early is not because he wants to catch up on the students' academic work.

According to their bald counselor Yang Yan, today's new principal advocates new teaching, which means abandoning all ancient Chinese customs and completely adopting Western teaching methods.

During the Chinese New Year, but not the Spring Festival, school will start on February 2 according to the normal Gregorian calendar.

Bao Guowei would not comment on whether the ideas were good or bad. After all, in this period, extreme admiration for foreigners was common.

But from a personal perspective, Bao Guowei agrees.

After all, these two days of Chinese New Year are a bit boring.

Lao Bao has no relatives to leave.

Temple fairs are simply boring to Bao Guowei, who has seen various house dance parties in the information age.

It would be better if school started earlier.

"Guowei! Remember to bring your books." Lao Bao waved a cloth bag in his hand and shouted loudly to Bao Guowei who was walking out.

Bao Guowei took the book helplessly. He left it behind on purpose. With today's memory, books are of little use and are still cumbersome.

When we arrived at Zhicheng Middle School, the sky was just getting slightly brighter, which was around 7:30.

Countless firecracker debris spread the ground red, looking very festive.

There were crowds of people outside the gate of Zhicheng Middle School, and there were endless shouts and discussions.

"Jin's No. 1 Scholar's Notes, arithmetic, Chinese language, physics, everything you need! A set now only costs five yuan!"

"The Miserable Society, a masterpiece by French writer Yuguo, co-translated by Su Zigu and Chen Youji, only costs one yuan!"

“We have all the brochures, stationery and ink!”

"Xiankou! Salted tofu pudding! We only sell salty tofu pudding, and each portion costs ten cents!"

Apart from those booksellers who seize business opportunities and want to make a lot of money from these young masters and ladies, the most popular ones here are all kinds of breakfasts.

Slices of Sichuan, noodles with scallion oil, pan-fried buns, and green dumplings. The breakfast in Hangzhou in this era had strong regional characteristics, and it was even more rich and delicious than in later generations.

Bao Guowei, who had eaten Laobao's "Love Breakfast" at home, couldn't bear these delicacies anymore.

Now he just wants to go to school quickly. The crowded crowd really makes him feel a little uncomfortable. This is a problem he has always had. He likes to be alone. When there are many people, he feels uncomfortable.

As soon as they squeezed to the door, a piercing whistle came from not far away.

"Get out of the way!"

A man who looked like a butler stuck his head out from the passenger seat and shouted to the crowd in front.

The driver of the car did it on purpose. He knew that Zhicheng Middle School was full of respectable young men and women, so he drove specifically to the open space around the stalls and vendors.

For a moment, the vendors who were still making a living jumped up and down, and some people even scattered the steamed buns and vegetable leaves on the floor in a hurry.

But all the vendors just tried their best to dodge, or at most whispered a few words, and no one dared to get into trouble.

Not long after, the car drove to the school gate, and the other students didn't criticize it and just regarded it as a normal thing.

"Ford Model T, let my dad buy one later."

There were more people talking about the car model in the crowd.

Bao Guowei frowned. He was not a nosy person, but he just noticed two people getting out of the car.

Isn't this Guo Chun and his best friend Gong Deming?

When he looked carefully, the decorations of the two people could be said to be a bit exaggerated.

One was wearing a black suit and a red tie, with a smile that almost stretched to the back of his head, and it looked like he had used a whole bottle of Stencon hair oil on his head;

The other one was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that didn't quite fit, and he deliberately held a thick English book in his hand.

“Recipe for a story”

Bao Guowei almost laughed out loud when he saw this cover, but he is a well-educated person and would never laugh in front of others.

So he decided to turn away and laugh again.

The two of them didn't notice Bao Guowei's presence at all, and walked forward quickly, looking around, talking about whether this was good or which one had the bigger butt.

After the interlude, Bao Guowei followed the flow of people and walked towards the campus.

As one of the best high schools in Hangzhou, the teaching conditions of Zhicheng Middle School are impeccable. The campus is full of tall and solemn masonry buildings, and the greenery everywhere is even better than that of universities in previous lives. .

The most conspicuous thing is the three rows of arches in front of the teaching building, from high to low, with four pointed roofs on top, guarding the place like a crown.

It seems that being expensive does have its advantages, at least in terms of the environment.

In the memory of the original owner, it seems that only the Provincial No. 2 Middle School in Hangzhou can rival it?

While thinking wildly, the team had already reached Bao Guowei, and a table was placed in front of the gate.

A young man wearing glasses sat upright. His face was expressionless at first, but after seeing Bao Guowei's suit, he said with a gentle expression.

"Give me the certificate."

Taking out the tuition voucher that he had prepared long ago, the young man took it, stamped it one by one, and handed a receipt to Bao Guowei.

"Put it away, sir, I will collect it later."

"Thank you!" It was a little late to watch the fun just now. Bao Guowei put the voucher in his arms and ran towards the teaching building.

Relying on my memory, I came to a building full of ivy and ran straight to the third floor.

As soon as he came out of the corridor, a big head came over.

The man was nearly 1.85 meters tall, with a big black basin, and looked like Zhang Fei.

"Eh? Bao Guowei!"

Wei Junming was a little surprised. He looked at himself and then at Bao Guowei and said.

"What a big change. Last semester you were still wearing the same shabby gown as me, but this semester you are wearing a suit?"

Somewhat strangely, Bao Guowei searched for information about this person in his head.

This Wei Junming was his classmate. He studied hard but couldn't learn, so he stayed in two grades like Bao Guowei.

His family was a small landowner in the countryside, which could support his tuition, but he couldn't count on anything else.

The original owner would not look squarely at people like Wei Junming, but now Bao Guowei said with a smile.

"It's just good luck, it's just a facade."

"What's the secret?"

Wei Junming still wanted to speak when he heard a female voice.

"Hey, what are you two talking about? Sir is coming, come in quickly."

The two of them looked towards the classroom and saw that the girl with short hair that was no bigger than her ears was the female monitor, Ding Hailing.

After scratching his head, Wei Junming said naively: "Come on, come on."

After walking into the classroom, the classroom was newly painted with white walls and looked very bright. There were old-fashioned tables and chairs arranged neatly. Two people per table were the same as in later generations.

What is particularly eye-catching is the photo of Mr. Sun hanging behind the podium, and a couplet hanging on the left and right.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard."

I scanned the classroom and found that most of the students had already sat down. If you wanted to find a seat, you had to go to the back.

As soon as he glanced at it, Bao Guowei saw Guo Chun in the corner. He was chatting happily with Gong Deming in the next group with his legs crossed.

The empty seat next to him had always been occupied by Bao Guowei.

Without much hesitation, Bao Guowei glanced around and found Wei Junming's position in the middle and behind.

He walked over and patted Wei Junming on the shoulder and said.

"I'll sit next to you."

Wei Junming had a carefree temperament and waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"No problem, I just need a companion."

When Bao Guowei sat down, Guo Chun, who was in the back row, raised his head and saw that Bao Guowei had sat in the front row. He was a little confused for a while.

"Bao Guowei, did you take the wrong medicine recently?"

"What's wrong?" Gong Deming asked strangely.

"This kid has been ignoring me lately."

"Pfft, that's not a good idea. It saves me an annoying person."

"I don't know what happened to the thing I asked him to do. I will definitely arrest this kid and talk about it after class."

"The one like Lu and other men?"

"Yes, I'll tell you"

After chatting happily with Gong Deming for a while, Guo Chun felt that there was no one next to him. He was not used to it. Then he waved to Pang Xi'er who was not far away and said: "Hey, Pang Xi'er, come and sit with me."

Pang Xier had just sat at the table behind Chen Shiyu. He had been staring at this girl for a long time, and he was obviously unhappy.

"Hey, didn't you sit with Bao Guowei before?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you can't get through, I won't come here to whip you!"

"Okay, okay!"

Feeling threatened, Pang Xier sighed, packed up his textbooks, and reluctantly moved next to Guo Chun.

Not long after, a bald middle-aged man wearing a long gown walked in. He had a stern expression, his eyebrows and eyes looked like a circle when they were closed, and he put the book in his hand on the table.

Straight to the point, he cleared his throat and said without any nonsense.

"Everyone, the vacation is over, are you going to neglect your studies? There will be an opening ceremony at ten o'clock. As usual, you shouldn't check your homework. But in order to prevent some students from seeing their classmates and making friends, they start to cheat, so .”

The middle-aged man paused and said to a girl in the first row.

"An Shuzhen, go collect everyone's homework and let me check it."

For a while, the classroom was extremely silent.

(End of this chapter)