My 1983

Shouted loudly by Lu Xiaofeng, Wu Tiejun came back to his senses, and trotted into the house with some embarrassment.

"This is for you, I guess you didn't buy it."

Song Qian said and took out some stationery from the shoulder bag on her body. Before she came, she thought that Lu Xiaofeng, a sloppy ghost, didn't even care about the start date of school, and definitely didn't prepare for this.

"Hehe, thank you then!"

Lu Xiaofeng was also not polite, and said that he directly received the stationery on the table into the backpack he carried. These stationery are also not valuable, and with his relationship with the Song family, Lu Xiaofeng does not need to push back.

"It's rare that you still say thank you!"

Song Qian said and rolled her eyes at Lu Xiaofeng.

"Huh! How is your backpack different from the ones sold on the market?

Song Qian picked up the backpack where the stationery was just placed with some doubt. Although there is also a logo of the Xiaofeng brand on the exterior, it is not as fancy as the appearance I saw before.

"I'm a factory director, it's not too much to make a special backpack!"

Lu Xiaofeng said a little proudly. This backpack is much better than those sold in the factory in terms of fabric and function, including comfort.

From the perspective of his own mentality and the aesthetics of later generations, he prefers a simple style. So this backpack is designed according to the style of the computer bag of later generations.

"In addition to the functional areas inside, the others look average!"

Song Qian looked at the backpack in her hand and said. From the perspective of her era, this backpack is somewhat monotonous.

For these thoughts of Song Qian, Lu Xiaofeng also understands very well, as long as he is comfortable in his back, other people's eyes do not matter. So it doesn't explain anything.

Seeing that it was already noon, because no one had lived at home for a long time, Lu Xiaofeng could only take the two to Yipinju to eat.

Although a reform plan for Yipinju has been proposed, it is still in the process of being implemented. Listening to Qian Ling, Tian Defa has just gone to Sichuan Province to find a chef in the past few days, so the business in the store is still the same as usual. When it came to dinner, it wasn't full.

At noon, the three of them directly ate in the private room on the second floor, Wu Tiejun was eating hot pot for the first time, and the spicy whole person was speechless, causing Song Qian on the side to laugh all the time.

Seeing Wu Tiejun like this, Lu Xiaofeng had no choice, so he could only ask Qian Ling to bring a pot of herbal tea.

After lunch, the three of them rested for a while before staggering towards the school.

Since Wu Tiejun was in the second high, the two could only ride their bicycles to send him first.

At the beginning, Song Limin promised to buy a bicycle for Song Qian when he was admitted to high school, so at this moment, Song Qian was also riding a brand new bicycle to show off to Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng just smiled, the bicycle is just a means of transportation in his heart, so he doesn't care so much about others.

When the two first arrived at the first high school, there were still many people gathered at the entrance of the school, most of them were parents who came to send their children when school started, and some even drove donkey carts and the like, but there were not too many.

Lu Xiaofeng and Song Qian first went to report and pay the tuition, and then came to find their class according to the announcement posted at the school gate.

In stark contrast to the others is Song Qian. At this moment, she was like a white butterfly shuttling with Lu Xiaofeng in the gray-black crowd. I have to say that Song Qian's dress today is the most eye-catching existence in the crowd.

Being looked at by everyone like this, Song Qian was also a little embarrassed. I could only follow Lu Xiaofeng with my head bowed and blush, and walked towards the bulletin board at the school gate.

"We're not a class?"

Song Qian looked at the names of herself and Lu Xiaofeng on the class placement announcement and said with some displeasure.

"It's not far away if you're not in a class!"

Lu Xiaofeng also scratched his head, he was in the fifth class, but Song Qian's name was in the first class.

However, this situation has long been expected, generally after high school, the good and poor grades will be classified, and the results of their original exam are really unlikely to be in the same class as Song Qian.

"Huh! How is Liu Bo there!

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his eyes and looked at Liu Bo's name on the list of students in his class. It is said that Liu Bo's grades should be good, how can he be in the same class as himself.

However, Lu Xiaofeng quickly understood, it is estimated that the school divided Liu Bo in order to achieve balance, and there could not be only poor students in the poor class.

Although Song Qian was still struggling with not being in a class with Lu Xiaofeng, she had no choice but to reluctantly accept this fact.

Now the problem for the two is how to find out where the class is. Although Song Qian grew up in the county, Yigao herself came in for the first time, so her eyes were black. In the end, Lu Xiaofeng found a student and asked for directions.

After knowing where the class was, the two separated and walked towards their respective classes.

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng entered the fifth class, he found many acquaintances, not to mention Wei Hongxia, who looked down on him everywhere before, even the glasses man Tang Shaojie who let Kurozi find trouble for himself in the first place.

Looking at these familiar faces, Lu Xiaofeng could only smile bitterly, this is really not a bad family to gather ah, I think I can't stop attending classes during this time.

Since classes had not yet officially started, the class was in turmoil, and those students who were previously a school were now gathered in groups of three or five to chat.

None of those who knew Lu Xiaofeng cared about his appearance, only Wei Hongxia and the glasses man Tang Shaojie saw Lu Xiaofeng at a glance.

After seeing Lu Xiaofeng, Wei Hongxia's face was full of incredulity.

"You can actually go to high school!"

Originally, he was proud to be able to get into a high school, but since he saw Lu Xiaofeng, he doubted life, and even people like him could be admitted to high school, which greatly lowered the image of a high school in his heart.

"Why can't I get on if you can get on!"

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Wei Hongxia and walked straight in, avoiding Tang Shaojie's vicious eyes.

"Brother Xiaofeng, here!"

Liu Bo sat in the last row of the classroom and waved at Lu Xiaofeng and shouted.

I came over in the morning, and when I learned that I was in a class with Lu Xiaofeng, I took the initiative to sit in the back row. Based on his understanding of Lu Xiaofeng, the front row will definitely not sit, after all, it will affect him to sleep in class.

Seeing that Liu Bo had already occupied his seat, Lu Xiaofeng also sat next to him with a smile, and I have to say that among these people he knows, Liu Bo knows his mind best.